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It was an interesting turn of events that resulted in me being handcuffed to one of the lower rungs of a fire escape ladder, totally naked, with a sign that read "Free for Public Use" hanging off one of the higher rungs, out of my reach. I was bound at such a height so that I couldn't stand up without doubling over, and only had one wrist cuffed so that I could turn around as needed - god_dammit_.

I was at the house of a friend of sorts, a nice, shy black-furred wolf named Karl, with a wide knot that feels great lodged under my tail and a sheath that's gotten a bit stretchier to accommodate how much I enjoy slipping my tongue into it. It had been a while since I'd seen Karl, and in that absence, he'd gotten far, far more dominant than I remembered him being: almost as soon as I'd walked through the door, he swung me around and pinned me to the wall, and while I was trying to figure out what had just happened, he fixed a collar around my neck and then hooked up a leash to it.

"Good otter pups know how to greet their master," he cooed, and with a paw on my shoulder pushed me down to my knees - the door behind me wasn't even closed! I'm still not fully sure what got into him, but hell, I wasn't complaining. There hadn't been time for me to say hello before he'd already knocked the breath out of me, and then before the door'd had a chance to close, he had already unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and brought me eye-level with a little point of reddish-pink flesh protruding from the end of his plump sheath. I was close enough to be able to smell him with sharp clarity, and - God, shortly, he let me know that that was his intention, with a softly-breathed "I haven't showered in two days; I'm in need of a good tongue-cleaning", which I, of course, was happy to oblige him.

To go along with his uncharacteristically dominant mood, he was also a little rougher - my throat remained sore for a good five or ten minutes after I'd swallowed down his cum, knot pressed against my lips while he tugged on my leash... along the way he let me undo my own fly so as to relieve the uncomfortable pressure on my own length, but he always gave a sharp tug on the leash if I tried to touch myself. I begged and whined, but maybe - just maybe - I also enjoyed it quite a bit. With his seed in my throat and on my tongue and lips, I looked hopefully up at him, thinking maybe he'd let me take care of myself then...

...but no: he just pulled me upwards with the leash, licked some of it off my lip (this also caused a bright, hot blush to burn on my cheeks), and bent me over the bench right by the doorway. That bench had one leg shorter than all the others, so if you sat down on it just right, it'd clunk against the floor... Karl made no hesitation in lining his cock up with my tailhole and sinking into me, and once we'd gotten into it - he at least made sure that I was taking him alright, I guess as any good master should - I was certain that anyone who walked up to the door (which still hung open a little) to visit would just hear a constant clunk- clunk- clunk- clunk on top of quiet panting, moaning, and maybe a few instances of_"faster"_ or "harder".

So, yeah. After pounding into me and almost_knotting me, after patting my head and murring _"good boy", he unhooked the leash and told me that we were going for a walk. At the point in time where we stepped out of the house, I was fully dressed again; about twenty or thirty minutes later we'd made it into this part of the city down this particular alley, where he told me to get down on my knees again. Being in public always made me a little nervous, but it added quite a lot to the experience, so of course I obeyed.

I wasn't fully sure what to expect when he brought his sheath out of his pants, but that knowledge was soon presented to me - in the form of a steady stream of hot piss, right over the bridge of my muzzle and down my body. It hadn't even occurred to me at the time that I should've taken my clothes off beforehand, and didn't until I throbbed against the warm, moist fabric of my soaked underwear and pants... my mouth snapped shut, which also caused me to gag and splutter on the taste, and I tried to voice my complaint but I guess Karl'd had this in mind for me since he knew I was coming over and had prepared, because he didn't let up for a while. Afterwards, he had me strip my clothes off - I thought that he'd brought a spare pair with him, but couldn't think of where he'd hide that clothing - and then cuffed one of my wrists to the fire escape, again before I had any idea what was happening. The sign he made out of a section of cardboard taken from a nearby dumpster and a wide-tipped red Sharpie that he'd slipped into his back pocket earlier.

"I'll come back for you later. Just thought I'd give you a thorough marking so that anyone else who comes through here knows that, while they can use you, you're still mine," he said, and placed a kiss into the piss-soaked fur of my forehead and walked off, leaving me in my current predicament: not only naked and restrained, but also smelling sharply of wolf piss with two loads in me. The warmth that rippled throughout my body was not only one of fresh urine, but also one of embarrassment, humiliation, nervousness, and maybe a bit of arousal and excitement...

Most people who walked by, which, thank God, wasn't many, flicked their eyes down to me for a quick moment before averting their gaze completely and quickening their step. Some of them wrinkled their nose while they passed by, as if they could smell Karl's mark on me, which... admittedly, they probably could; my usually creamy-white chestfur had been turned the yellowish color of old book pages. A group of what looked to be high school students passed by once, unable to contain their snickering, and I almost thought that they were about to add their mark into my fur, too, when one of them urged the others to just pass on by... I'm fairly certain that no police officer had been called to escort me somewhere because I didn't look like the kind of person who'd be in this position often. Except for the whole piss-soaked thing, I looked for the most part like a fairly respectable and clean individual, and the clothing that lay in a heap on the platform of the fire escape above me (it dripped down onto my head on back if I didn't move out of the way) certainly had the appearance of belonging to someone who knew kind of where they were going in life.

And, then, a tall sand-furred dingo walked down the alley with his pet dog on a leash in front of him. The dog, of course, bounded forward with his - from where I slumped against the ladder of the fire escape, I got a clear look at a white-furred sheath and a dark, heavy sack hanging below. Rare to see an intact pet dog in the city, especially one as pretty as this husky... when the dog came closer, though, I guess Karl's scent hit him, and he slowed both his pace and his tail and tilted his head at me.

"Oh my. Look at you." The dingo looked down at me, the smile on his face somewhere between interested and amused; then he flashed a grin at his dog, who turned around as if to ask him a question. "Well? Go on, boy. Go on."

The husky's tail resumed wagging, and he stepped forward and began sniffing at me rather unabashedly. Embarrassed, I tried to close my legs and turn away from him, but he pressed his cold wet nose in closer and was soon snuffling at my chest and belly, and then shoveling his nose under my sack and shaft, which... may have started to harden up a little.

I'd been in positions like this before, with a more-or-less very eager feral muzzle between my legs. It was a matter of physical association, kind of like conditioning.

"I'd ask you what led you to find yourself in such a compromising position, but... I'm not really sure I want to know."

It was hard to muster the ability to speak, what with being naked, reeking of piss, and having a dog press his nose into the most sensitive parts of my body. "If - you won't ask, I won't answer."

"That works..."

Sure, I expected the dog to start licking and tasting me; when one's interested in you, it's not hard at all to get it to give you one of the best blowjobs you've ever felt, or to get it to give you a rimming that'll leave you shaky all over. I expected the dog to change the focus of his sniffing and make me turn my head left and right while he resolutely tried to get a sniff at the inside of my mouth. I did not, however, expect him to turn to a little to the side, lift a leg, and then start emptying his bladder over my muzzle and chest, too.

If you've ever tasted someone's piss, and I'm not judging you for that (of course), you'll know that the taste varies between warm, lightly salted water and... well... concentrated urine, strong enough to make you gag even before it hits the back of your throat and to make your face pucker up. The piss of a feral dog, not that I've had experience with it before, is very much on the stronger side of that spectrum with a little bit of something extra underneath it, something that makes it linger around for much, much longer.

Above my own spluttering and gasping, I heard the dingo chuckle and say: "Y'know, I'd tell him to stop, but I don't think whoever put you here would approve of that. Can't blame my dog, can you? You already look - and smell - like you've been marked, and _mine_wouldn't do this unless whatever marked you the first time wasn't actually very dominant... mm, good puppy. Hey, otter."

I squinted up at him while wiping my muzzle off, all after the dog had sprayed all that he had into my fur. Some of it had gotten into my eye and stung a little... "What?"

"'Free for public use', huh? Does that mean I can tell you to suck off my dog here, and you'll have to do it?"

The husky wagged, as if he could understand this conversation. Yellow piss still lazily dripped out the end of his sheath, and some had flowed down into the white fur there. I swallowed. "Probably."

"Well, then." The dingo came leaned back against the nearby dumpster, close enough that the leash for his husky hung down with quite a bit of slack. "Get to it. I trust you can reach?"

Embarrassment the likes of which I'd hardly before felt coursed through me when I scrabbled down onto my paws (excluding the one cuffed to the ladder) and knees and worked my way between the husky's front legs. One arm extended back, the other holding me up, warm white fur above me with a... rather thick sheath for a feral inches from my nose... the scent of rich dog piss strengthened as I came closer, and honestly, I couldn't tell if it was my position and situation that made me blush or if it was the knowledge that I was, indeed, hardening up quite a bit.

"Go on." The dingo knelt down so he could get a better look; I turned my face away from him. "Use your tongue. He likes that."

A tongue in a sheath... that's something I had practice with. Normally if I were in this position - not saying I'd been here before - I would have brought one paw up to hold his sheath in place while slipping my tongue into it, but here I obviously couldn't do that, and instead had to wiggle to adjust my position to make the contact possible. This resulted in brushing my nose against the warm, moist end of the husky's sheath, bringing that scent in full force combined with the natural musk of a feral dog's cock, hidden just inside the supple skin... as long as I didn't think about being watched, as long as I didn't think about being totally naked in an alley of a busy city, it wasn't too hard to tilt my muzzle up and wiggle my tongue into that sheath.

Of course, him having just finished marking me, the first thing to touch my tongue was a few more drops of fresh piss, but I pushed through that. This dog held remarkably still while having a tongue flick in and out of and swirl around inside his sheath, still enough that it seemed clear to me he'd had this done multiple times before... and enjoyed it, too, as I found my tongue steadily pushed out by his growing length, moist and musky, hot and veined like every other dog cock I'd had my lips around-

-which... wasn't very many, of course...

"Good dog. See? Strange otter isn't so bad..."

The dingo obviously knew that I enjoyed this. It'd be hard for anyone not to realize it, what with me adjusting my position so that I could more easily bob up and down on the dog's tapered cock as it continued to slide out, how I sprawled my legs out and probably showed to the dingo my own now fully-hard and twitching length, how my cuffed paw occasionally tried to come down to adjust the dog's sheath or tug him closer, before the handcuffs prevented it.

Karl had a pretty damn fair-sized member between his legs, especially when he wakes you up from a nap by resting it on your nose, or pushes you down while he's playing a computer game, but some feral dogs were quite well-endowed too... this one was one of them. I scooted back repeatedly as the reddish-pink flesh slid out of its sheath and bulged out further, until the evidence of an uninflated knot could be seen at the base of that sheath. When I was about halfway down on that length, I felt it start to shoot out the little jets of tangy pre against the back of my throat that happened when all feral dogs got into the mood.

The husky humped against my head gently each time I descended on him, enough to make his full sack swing forward or back or whatever. Well-trained dog; all of the videos I'd seen usually had the dog thrusting into someone's maw with abandon, not really noticing if they gagged or choked - this one seemed to actually mind what happened with me and left me with most of the control, so long as the dingo didn't say anything.

"Deeper," I heard the owner growl at one point, and obeyed. I had to up the pace of my swallowing to deal with the amount of pre that was repeatedly sprayed onto the back of my tongue. Then, when my nose just about touched the spot where his sheath met his belly: "Stay there for a while. He likes the feeling of being hilted in a mouth - and it's been a while since he's had such an obedient otter on him... alright, that should be good. Bend over for him, otter."

Thank God - the arm holding my body up had started to go sore and numb, and there was a crick in my neck now too. Much of the embarrassment had melted away after I closed my lips around pulsing dogcock, and now, I had no inhibition against sitting back against the fire escape ladder, my own cock hard and throbbing and maybe dripping a small amount of pre; a glance over alerted me to the fact that, somewhere along the way, the dingo had undone his belt and fly and now stroked himself idly. I didn't think that I'd been that preoccupied with giving oral to a feral dog... either way, I had my command, so I obeyed again.

This time the position was far more comfortable, since I could turn around and have my cuffed wrist right by the rung to which it was attached, and then hold onto that rung with my other paw. Just the right height for me to get on my knees and lift my tail, too, which I did - and the husky did not hesitate to hop up onto me, squeeze his front legs around my upper chest, and start thrusting under my tail with rather more force than what I'd wish him to, that restraint from before apparently gone upon seeing a rump waiting to receive him. My saliva and his still-repetitive bursts of pre helped much, though, and the dingo offered a guiding paw too.

Body tensed up all over, just as it always did when first sinking back onto a cock... today, though, I'd already been stretched by a knot once, so it wasn't as uncomfortable as it could be. After feeling the tapered tip of the husky's length against me and pushing back an inch or so onto it, which squeezed a light gasp out of my throat, I heard the dingo ask- "That good? You alright, otter?"

"Yeah..." I licked my lips and wiggled my rump, The husky whined a little, and pushed forward more. "That's good. I'm good..."

Doggy style had always been tougher for me to start out in, but once I got into it it was something entirely else. Thanks to this dog's girth, though, that took a while, and I discovered that the dingo still had his paw just above his pet's knot keeping him from thrusting deep into me too quickly after sliding back onto him a little more. Temporarily, I lost my grip on the rung of the ladder and fell down a little, but the weight of the dog on my back proved to be too much to pull myself back up - and the husky took the slight change in position as a sign for him to take over, pressing his master's paw more firmly against my rump before it was taken away, giving him full space and reign to fuck me.

God. The husky drew his hips back and then plunged right back into me, making me lurch forward and bump my head against the ladder, and before I had time to catch my breath, he did it again - and again - and again. Good thing Karl had pounded me like this just a few hours or go, or else this would probably be a bit tougher than it currently was. I couldn't complain: the thick load of a wolf already slickened me up under my tail a bit, and now there was a dog pumping in and out of me, assisted further after receiving the attention of my careful tongue. It felt a little uncomfortable, but the contour of the shaft - swelling out halfway along just slightly, a slight dip in the thickness just beneath the end, you know how it is - and the tapered end hit me just right with each thrust in that my mouth hung open, my eyes drifted shut, and I clenched around the husky again and again.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see the dingo pawing off a little faster, apparently enjoying the show put on for him by his pet and the strange naked otter he encountered in an alleyway. If he were to stand up and offer that cock to me, hell, I wouldn't refuse - I never have whenever Karl or one of my roommates or my cousin (don't tell anyone) has - but with me in my current bondage, I couldn't go down on him of my own accord. Oh well. I could still grip the rung with my bound paw and reach down to stroke myself with my other...

The husky pressed his chin down on my shoulder, his breath coming hot and heavy in my ear. There was a scraping sound from the lower edge of the fire escape ladder, moving slightly over the ground with the dog as he fucked me and as I pressed back against him; I didn't have to look down to see how much pre I was leaking, which usually happened when a cock pistoned in and out under my tail - I could feel it on my thumb of the paw around my cock, stroking in roughly the same rhythm as the husky's thrusts. I had to slow down, though, since... well, yeah, I was pretty damn turned on, and not relenting at all would end this rather quickly.

The only thing I could hope for was that this dingo wouldn't have his dog knot me, because that from a feral is a bit more uncomfortable than taking it from, say, your king shepherd roommate. If the husky wanted to, he probably could; Karl had left me stretched a little after tying me, and with each thrust into me I could feel the dog's knot squeeze closer a little further, stretch me a little more, make me moan just slightly louder. By now I'd also moved my paw totally away from my cock, but - if the dog continued pounding me at this force and rate...

"God..." breathed the dingo; he was still sprawled out against the dumpster, but suddenly, he rose to his knees and shifted closer to me. Naturally, I turned my head and, after having one of the dingo's paws settle behind my ears, opened my mouth - at just the right moment: his breathing hitched in his throat and he jerked forward, cock and paw inches away from my muzzle, and spurted his load out across my tongue, lips, and face in a few short spurts. Shortly after, the husky reached his climax, too, with a low growl resounding in my ear followed by a few rather fiercer thrusts into me, accompanied by a faster-spreading feeling of warmth under my tail, and then a sudden stop in his humping... what with cum on my tongue and both that and a thick cock under my tail, it took hardly a few more seconds until I emptied my own load out over the ground beneath me, shuddering all over as I did so.

I was just about to turn back towards the ladder to rest my head against the rung after licking my lips when the dingo's paw tightened on my head. "No," he breathed, and swallowed. Still he held his cock, softening a little, a few inches away from my muzzle. "If you've been marked twice, what's..." ...and then another stream of piss, weak at first but quickly gaining in strength, issued from the end of his length and splashed over my lips, warm and deliciously tasteless in comparison to the flood of dog that filled my mouth earlier, even though it still made my nose wrinkle slightly. "...a third time, then?"

The paw tightened and pulled me down, and before I knew it - before I could resist - I had the first inch or two of his shaft between my closed lips on my tongue, letting him fill up my muzzle with mouthful after mouthful of his mark and swallowing it down, feeling the smooth, salty liquid in contrast to the much more viscous weight of his cum roll off my tongue and down my throat. I had been getting a little thirsty...

He released me as his stream started weakening again, and after he pulled back out of my muzzle, I kept my mouth open to catch the last of it. I knew I'd regret it later - swallowing such an amount of piss almost always messed up my stomach - but, damn, I loved it. The dingo, after shaking off the last few drops (I'd closed my mouth to swallow, so these landed on my muzzle and fur) straightened up, breathed out a heavy, relaxed sigh, and started doing up his pants.

"How long are you gonna be here, pup?"

Pup. That was what Karl and various older guys called me sometimes when they wanted me to either open my muzzle or raise my tail for them, which I'd likely do anyway. "I don't know."

"Hmm. Interesting. Okay, boy - down..."

A gentle intake of breath hissed through my teeth as the husky tugged out of me and dismounted, leaving me stretched and dripping with the cum he had emptied into me. I felt _really_good; the lingering warmth following the orgasm rippled through my body with soft shivers.

"Thanks, otter - I needed that. If someone else and their dog comes along, you give them a good time, too, yeah?" He tugged on his dog's leash, turning to leave the alley. "C'mon, boy..."

So now, not only was I handcuffed and naked in an alley, but there was also three different brands of piss soaked into my fur and belly, the load of a feral dog under my tail, someone else's cum also in my belly...

I won't quite say it was a _bad_day.