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"So, what's Anthony even do?"

Onyx had thought that exact same question when the unicorn texted him two nights prior. The German shepherd and his doberman boyfriend had spent plenty of time at the club their friend owned, so much that he assumed that was what Anthony did. So when he heard that Anthony was going away on business that weekend for a business trip and he needed a 'sitter', it threw him through a loop.

"Don't know." He said, "Doesn't really matter. He asked us to watch Reyna and we're gonna do just that."

The lightly furred doberman in his passenger seat raised his brow. "That's his sub, right? Isn't she thirty? Couldn't he have brought her along?"

Onyx nodded. Anthony definitely could have brought his partner with him to wherever hewent that weekend. The canine remembered getting ready to text that same question back, only to stop at the instructions and requests sent in the comment chain. Leaving Reyna behind was a choice, one that he was excited to surprise Hermes about. "Don't worry about it. In fact," He pointed to the water bottle in the cup holder, "You should be worrying about staying hydrated. Drink up."

"That's my third cup this morning." Hermes complained.

"And?"

The doberman sighed and started sucking from the built-in straw. "At this rate, my urine is just going to be water."

"The cost of health." Onyx pulled into a small neighborhood filled with townhouses. Each building wedged so close to one another that they might as well have been one continuous mansion with matching windows and doors. Anthony's place sat smack dab in the middle of it all, with an empty driveway where Onyx parked. "Anthony said the spare key is in one of those fake rocks near the steps. Can you go check?"

Hermes took another sip from his bottle. "Sure. You want me to help with the big bag?"

"No, no, I got it." He also didn't want his boyfriend to better guess what was inside it. Onyx had no doubts that Hermes had a hunch, a correct hunch given what he, the doberman, Anthony, and Reyna liked to do, but he still wanted it to be a surprise. That and he preferred carrying the heavy stuff. Might have been a pride thing, he was never sure.

Hoisting the duffle bag over his shoulder, Onyx watched with silent glee as his boyfriend's booty shorts shaped around that pert bum of his while searching for the key. "Find it yet?" He asked, desperate not to just grope the pinscher's butt.

"You'd think a fake rock would be-oh, here it is." Hermes pulled up the plastic rock and fished out the key. The two headed inside, whereupon the doberman immediately called out for Reyna. When no one came, he called again. "Is she not home?" He said to anyone who'd listen.

Onyx shook his head. "We'll run into her. Come on, let's head upstairs. Guest bedroom is the furthest down the hall."

The pair lugged themselves up the flight of stairs and into the guest bedroom. It was sparse save for a single bed already made, and a sliding door bathroom. "Finally." Hermes breathed in relief. "I've been holding it in for way too long. Still confused where she-Jesus fucking christ!"

Onyx saw his boyfriend trip backwards. He glanced over the stupefied doberman and, after his own bout of shock, smiled. "There she is." Kneeling at the door next to the toilet was a lioness in a black rubber bodysuit that accentuated her shapely build. A wide ring-gag kept her mouth open and her eyes were blocked by a black blindfold with the word, 'Urinal' labeled over it. Taking a closer look while Hermes gathered his wits, Onyx found her collar locked to the towel rack above her by a thin chain, and her arms bound behind her by leather cuffs. If she noticed either of them, Reyna didn't show it. The mohawked lioness stayed perfectly still in her position, breathing being the only indication she was alive.

Anthony trained her well. "Kind of redundant to have a urinal so close to a toilet, don't ya think?" Onyx chuckled.

"What?" Hermes asked. The shepherd gave him a quick look, which the doberman recognized as his cue to play along. "Oh, yeah. Especially in a bathroom so small. We might have to take it out."

"Let's not be hasty." Onyx helped his boyfriend up, then spun around and locked his arm, "In fact, I think we should make use of it." The canine slipped through the doberman's hotpants, fishing his sheath out, "After all, you do need to pee, right?" Hermes didn't argue as his boyfriend led him up to the kneeling lioness urinal. He did, however, have a little difficulty in letting go once he braced up against the wide open maw of the gagged toilet.

"Can you believe this toilet used to be a finance consultant?" He whispered loud enough for Reyna to hear. The lioness's mouth filled with Hermes yellow liquid, overflowing down her lips and onto the black rubber over her skin as she drank it down. "It used to move more money in a day than either of us have seen in a month. Yet here it is now, happily drinking my bitch boy's piss like a good urinal." High on the list of Anthony's requirements for Reyna's care were reminders of what she used to be. He knew she had a humiliation kink from the times they'd met at the club, but seeing Reyna's ears curl up at such personal insults made him feel giddy.

So much that he decided he needed to pee as well.

"This urinal thanks you for using her freely." Reyna said after they'd undid her bindings. The lioness bowed her head to the ground and let it stay there. "If there is any other request you would ask of this urinal, she will be happy to do it."

"God, she's so high protocol." Hermes chuckled.

Onyx laid his foot over her head and pressed. Not enough to hurt, heavens no, but enough for her to feel his weight. "Did you master leave anything else to use on you in the bathroom?"

"Yes, sir." Unable to nod, Reyna pointed to the bathroom. "Under the sink. There is also my master's play area. This urinal can show you how to access it."

"No need." Anthony told him. Hermes checked the bathroom, returning with a latex gasmask and some makeup pads. He seemed confused, more so when Onyx dropped his pants. Taking his time, Onyx swabbed the makeup pad over his cock, under his sack, and through his taint. He popped open the canister of the gasmask, placing the pad inside before locking it, then the gasmask, over Reyna's head. Her first filtered breaths were stifled, filled with his scent.

"Make yourself useful and unpack our luggage." He thumbed over to the bags left on the bed. The rubber covered lioness nodded, expression hidden behind thick lenses as she went to work. Hermes wanted to stay and watch, but Onyx hooked his arm around his boyfriend's neck to show him better things. It took a little digging in the living room, mostly because he let Hermes search the bookcase for fun. The doberman's pout at the secret button Onyx revealed was short lived once they pulled the door open, revealing Anthony's playspace.

"Holy shit..." Hermes took a shaky step inside the padded room, marveling at the toys hanging from the walls and furniture on display. "How can Tony afford this?"

"Funny story. According to Tony, all the townhouses in this area were originally supposed to have panic rooms. This was the model home so it came with one, but they couldn't justify building them in each unit."

Hermes nodded absently, too engrossed by the tools of torture on the wall. Paddles, floggers, whips, even a few electrical and medical tools. "Wow, Anthony is hardcore."

"This is what makes you say that?" Onyx raised his brow. Casually, he picked up another gasmask from the wall, this one shaped for a canine. "Reyna is referring to herself as a urinal after being left locked in the bathroom."

"Yeah, but Reyna always felt intense at the club." Hermes blushed. "I never see her limbs free outside of it."

"Fair." Of the two, Onyx had found Anthony to be more relaxed. The big unicorn's demeanor and his slave's devotion looked almost night and day. Maybe things were different at home? Onyx wasn't sure, nor did he care. "Anything you think we should do with Reyna?"

"You're the top." Hermes didn't look away from the tools.

"I'm a switch." Onyx argued, "And you can't tell me you don't have ideas. What would you want two people to do to you?"

"I'm not Reyna. But..." Hermes pondered and looked around. His eyes locked on the bondage bench. "Well, I've got a few ideas."

As soon as their gimped up lioness finished her task, they set about getting dressed in front of her. Onyx had taken the liberty to pack both his and Hermes's rubber suits, as well as his doberman's favorite leather harness that locked over his chest. Their material stretched and squeaked with each movement. After a long kiss, he sealed his boyfriend's smile with the second gasmask. Every filtered breath carried Onyx's musk. Seeing both Reyna and Hermes on their knees in full suits with hidden expressions, Onyx debated on sending Anthony a little update pic.

"Sure." He said to himself, "That's what babysitter's do after all."

After a quick picture, Onyx latched the lioness belly first against the bondage bench. "Since this urinal has been so good to us, I think it deserves a treat." After stretching a latex glove over his rubber paw, the shepherd lathered his hand in lube and unzipped the lioness's crotch. The smell of her cunt hit him hard. It quivered with the drag of his fingers. One slipped between her lips. Her filtered breaths softly sped up with each finger he pushed inside. He didn't have trouble with four fingers. Anthony liked to use big toys on his pets. Reyna's squeal when he pushed his whole hand in told Onyx plenty.

The leather bindings strained as her limbs tried to flail. Onyx pushed deeper, smiling as her ass sank toward him. He had no doubts it matched the toys her master used. Onyx's arms weren't as thick as horsecock dildos. She appreciated being his little hand puppet all the same.

Not enough to let her cum though. No, Onyx ignored her clit and continued to do so as he pulled out. Hermes came over on command, standing dutifully for Onyx to whip off the remnants. Noting his sub's encased erection, the shepherd gripped the rod and let an idea form.

"Line up behind me." He ordered, spreading his cheeks after lathering the lubed up remains over that black shiny cock. "Come on." Hermes tilted his head in confusion, then raised it with the realization. The rubber doberman's cock braced against Onyx's ass. At the same time, Onyx braced his cock between Reyna's lovely lips.

The doberman pushed in with the tug of his leash. Onyx sighed in pleasure, his backside filled in while he sank into the lioness's cunt. Even with his own dick covered in rubber, her pulsing warmth felt divine. Heaven couldn't beat being sandwiched between the two of them.

Hermes's thrusts were slow and deliberate. He grabbed hold of his master. He pulled his cock all the way, save the tip, and pushed back in. Onyx carried the momentum into Reyna, letting the lioness's filtered breaths match Herme's.

His cock couldn't be enough for Reyna, but he'd already given the urinal her reward. Now it was his turn. "Faster." He grunted. "Harder." Hermes gathered speed. The wet and rubbered slaps of their hips thrusting resounded off his ears. The dog leaned into his submissive, holding his cry from the pressure until he cried out.

The latex over his cock filled with seed. Hermes kept thrusting. Onyx encouraged it, determined to ride out his orgasm until Hermes couldn't continue. He felt the doberman's spasms inside him. Hermes slowed to a halt and hunched over his dominant's shoulder.

"Good boy." Onyx pulled out of Reyna and upended himself from Hermes. Looking at the time, he casually unzipped a part of his suit to let his cock taste the air. "I think it's time we make some lunch." Unlocking Reyna's gasmask, he stuffed his cock into her maw without care and relaxed. Urine sprayed down her throat. "Then we'll do a second round. Sounds good?"

Hermes raised his thumbs.