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Releasing The Beast For The New Year

By: A.X. Buen

I pass by discarded silver and gold colored bead necklaces, empty beer bottles, flimsy top hats that say Happy New Year, party horns and other festive junk from the night before. It’s New Year’s Day, and there’s a whole big mess from the night before that I half heartedly start cleaning up out of courtesy. Did I mention that I’m at my boyfriend Tomàs’s house? He invited me to spend the weekend (which this year included New Year’s Eve in it) at his pretty spacious house while his family apparently went down to Arizona to have a big NYE party. His fear of heights and flying meant he opted to stay home. So he threw a big party of his own and invited whatever friends he could, which is why I’m now having to carefully step over the almost identical tails/bodies of two blue and beige dragon twins as I try to go and get some water.

My mouth feels as dry as burnt toast and my toothbrush is a whole floor above me. My memory of when I fell asleep or what happened beforehand last night are really hazy and every time I try too hard to remember my head throbs with pain. I pass by a few more blacked out buddies on the floor from last night; a well muscled bull with some kind of tattoos on his horns, a jet black furred river otter, and a toucan with blue feathers where the black ones usually are. I make it to the fridge and grab a glass from an overhead cabinet that I fill using the fridge’s water dispenser. I put my glass to where the water is meant to come out on the door of the fridge and watch it fill up about halfway before I feel the need to cough because of a strange tickle in my throat.

“Ehh hack… What the hell?! Uggh… what did I eat last night.” I groan exasperated as I look in disgust at the mostly indigestible bolus of junk on the floor that I coughed out of my throat, made of wood and metal.

I don’t feel like cleaning that up just yet so I push it away from where I’m standing with my foot as I grab my glass once again and finish getting my water. I take a sip and then pause as I think I see the tip of what could be an antler poking out from a wall by the corner of my eye. I ignore it as either someone passed out by a wall or maybe it being something different than what I’m thinking and go for another sip of water since that first sip didn’t do too much to quench my thirst. I end up nearly doing a spit take mid gulp as a familiar buck surprises me with a “what’s up, Rye?” and I struggle to swallow my second sip of water to get out an answer. The black and brown furred male deer questioning me is someone I share a couple of classes with at the college we go to though really we’ve known each other since high school. He’s wearing about three of those bead necklaces I saw scattered around, one for each antler and one for his neck along with a watch, a button up shirt that’s both unbuttoned and got several different types of food stains on it and dark brown jeans that are also stained by whatever he ate last night.

“Oh…hey Dario! Didn’t expect to see you here. What’s up?” I put the water down and put my hard nailed paw on the table and he smiles.

“Heh. Not too much, enjoying the after party though I asked you first, you know.” It takes my still waking brain and body a minute to process what he means.

“Oh! You know not too much going on with me either, just waking up and getting some water, hehe.” I nervously laugh and try to cover what I just spat up with a hoof in the hopes Dario doesn’t see it.

“I can imagine you woke up thirsty, you party fiend, haha! I see you coughed up some of that table Sarena dared you to eat… and some of the beer cans.”

“Oh gods, is that what all that was? I was wondering. Sorry you have to bear witness to… that.” I joke to lighten the load of me still piecing together the mess of what happened last night.

“Oh wow. Do you remember anything that happened last night?” Dario puts a warm paw on my shoulder and I let it sit there as I take a moment to try and recall more of the last day of the year before.

“Bits and pieces. Now that you brought it up I do remember chomping on at least one or two cans. Some of the shots I had, a bit of the conversations I was part of and how I ended up crashing on the floor down here. It’s not easy to remember but I’m sure it’ll…it’ll all come back to me.” I leave out the bit about my head hurting, guess I’ve got a mild hangover, at least I’m not feeling nauseous.

“I see. Well it’s good that you’re awake and in not too bad shape. You might want to check up on Tomàs by the way, heard he was looking for you last night.”

“He was?” I try even harder to remember last night and anything about Tomàs but only end up disorienting myself making me try to lean on a counter as Dario pulls his paw away from my shoulder and uses it to instead to help make sure I reach the support of the counter as he checks the watch on his wrist.

“Yep, from what I remember. He should still be in his bedroom upstairs otherwise I think he’d be down here by now. So, you good or do you think you’ll need help getting up there? Cause I’m more than willing to lend a paw.”

“That’s okay, I’ll be good in just a minute or two. I think I just need some more water, maybe some food that I can actually digest.” I say trying to give a look of confidence and control, not knowing how well I’m pulling that off as Dario digs for something in the pocket of his dark brown jeans that compliment the color of his fur.

“Here, just in case you need something to help with the headache. I’m gonna go to the bathroom, get myself looking presentable. Maybe take a picture of my antlers before they shed soon. See you around broski.” Dario hands me what look to be generic brand painkillers in one of those small unopened packets before I can say anything else but “ok” and “see you later” as he scampers off to go do what he said I’m sure.

With Dario going off to do his thing I decide to take that minute or two I mentioned earlier to finish my first glass of water and then immediately pour myself another one before then reaching into one of the gray kitchen cabinets above me to grab some sesame seed crackers, not trusting my stomach to handle anything more substantial than that. I munch on the crackers and drink my water which helps me feel a little better. I make sure to take care of the trash I coughed up and then with a bit of restored strength and energy I make my way to the stairs with all the grace of a delicate wire being laid down. Slowly and while clinging to whatever I can to keep myself upright. Climbing up the stairs is surprisingly a little less of a battle.

Halfway up the stairs I hear a low growl and what sounds like claws combing roughly through thick fur. I start to sprint up the stairs figuring that’s got to be Tomàs cause I can’t imagine many others awake just yet. That is until my stomach lurches at my attempt to pick up the pace stopping that idea. I make it up the rest of the stairs at a more manageable pace, at least more manageable for the moment. An open door and the sound of claws again though this time against metal removes the guesswork of where to go. I push the door of Tomàs’s room open a little more to see the cerberus himself strangely all tied up.

“Bien día, mi amor!” Tomàs says with an enthusiasm you wouldn’t expect from someone in his situation

His body is splayed out on the floor with his feet tied together with some tough looking cord, his naturally big red and blue striped flannel shirt open and his pants sagging a little around his waist. There's more cord wrapped around his waist, tying him to the bedpost and there’s also some tying his left hand to the same bedpost but his right hand is completely free. The cord is definitely some kind of very thick rope, the kind you’d use to tie boxes or crates together so it’s also got some buckles connecting it all and it’s a bright lime green. He managed to kick off his shoes at some point but without his feet being able to move much they’re stuck right next to him. The strangest sight of all is the triple set of metal muzzles, one for each of his heads. They’re all classic black and firmly tied and locked around each of Tomàs’s jaws.

“What the-?! How did you possibly end up like this??” I look around worriedly in case this was done by some kind of intruder and thankfully see no one as Tomàs gets ready to give me an explanation which makes me look to his jaws again to notice that there’s some light bite and claw marks on the muzzles. They look almost like signs of escape but that doesn’t line up with each of them almost certainly needing a key, making me wonder if Tomàs realized that halfway and thus put little effort into truly breaking free.

“Well I remembered you bringing up bondage one day while we were hanging out on our own. You know that day a few months back while I was fixing the cable in our dorm room and we were both trying to pass the time by talking? I remember you saying it got you horny and so here we unggh are.” It’s his left head doing the talking while a different head grunts as it st

“Wow, you really remembered that for this long? I’m almost impressed because I barely remember that. Did you remember me saying I’m kind of a clutz especially when it comes to locks? Considering these??” I wiggle the thick-nailed fingers of my paws and the realization hits Tomàs like a brick if his shocked expression is anything to go by.

“Oh! I just wanted to try something new with you since it’s the new year and all.”

“How badly did I screw up?” This question comes from the head to the left of his middle one which sadly sighs while his middle head has sad puppy dog eyes and his rightmost head has a sad frown.

“Ease up on yourself, Tomàs. You didn’t really screw up I’m just saying it might take me a little longer to get you free than you might have been anticipating. Is that okay?” I wiggle my eyebrows as I say that and this brings a big dopey smile to all three of Tomàs’s heads.

“Not at allll. Take as long as you need.” The big dog is blushing now. “Feel free to poke around and see what works.” This comes from Tomas’s head on the right which also winks at me with his sultry brown eyes with their yellow sclera and I take this as a cue to start going over his large fluffy body.

I start by flopping face first right on top of him which makes him go “enghh” but I know he can take my weight on him, from experience. I breathe his scent in; a mix of cranberries, candle wax and dog musk before I start rubbing the silk like fur around his chest. I rub circles across his chest and around his nipples for a few minutes until I feel like moving my hands lower, to his plump belly. That doesn’t mean I’ll stop teasing his nipples though as I open my muzzle and gently, precisely wrap them in my lips and continue circling them but with my tongue now. He’s panting and growling and I look down and… yep his cock is starting to poke out from his black and white furred sheath as I see as my hands make bellyfall pushing it inwards but only slightly.

“Wait Whine… wait. Before we Huff continue, let me get the lights to better set the mood.” Tomàs gets out between huffs and puffs and all the noises of growing arousal while I continue to toy with and now give belly rubs to him, almost every dog's weakness including his.

“Hang Slurp on… I don’t think I closed the door either, let me just-” I’m about to get up cause of this realization that just came to me thanks to Tomàs who immediately grips my shoulder and pushes down to keep me on him.

“Oh don’t you go anywhere. I’ve got this, Rye.”

“How?? You’re mostly tied up and only have one free hand.” I say as my head and neck are the only parts of me not laying down at the insistence of Tomàs’s free paw which he then suddenly moves off of me.

“Trust me I can still do a lot especially with one hand… if you catch my drift.” There’s a pause as Tomàs’s talking switches from middle head to right as he raises his free hand like he’s going to reach for something but first he thumps his tail twice in quick succession on the carpeted floor.

At the thumping of Tomas’s fluffy, powerful tail the lights go out and I remember the device he and his mom installed in here a year or so ago. That’s gotta be what he just used to shut off the lights, some kind of clapper but with his own signature signal for it. With the lights now off I don’t see but instead hear a snap and with that snap light seeps back into the room by way of dancing candlelight. The candlelight is what allows me this time to see Tomàs snap the thumb and index fingers of his free hand which is followed by the door softly closing.

“Woah! How’d you do all that?”

“Well you saw me and my mom put in that add-on device for the light switch. That took care of the lights with a bit of my own personal touch. Everything else was just a small taste of that Cerberus magic.” Tomàs says that as he wiggles his thick, fuzzy fingers making a few black sparks fly from them. The sparks are almost barely visible when the only light in here is by candle now but I’ve got pretty decent vision even in the dark so candlelight is more than enough, so long as my eyes get a minute to adjust.

“Cerberus magic?” I feel like I’ve heard him mention it before but last night still has my memory a bit scrambled.

“Yeah. Being the descendant albeit very removed descendant of a mythical beast of the underworld does still have its advantages if you know how to tap into them. So… where were we before I needed to show you how skilled I can still be one handed.” Tomàs finishes off his sentence by hungrily licking his black fleshed lips with that broad canine tongue.

“I believe we were somewhere between me freeing you and me teasing you mercilessly. Depending on how good you’ve been. Have you been a good boy, Breaddog?” I ask mischievously and add in the nickname to make Tomàs really squirm.

“OOH! Yes! Yes, I’ve been a good boy.”

“Don’t forget to say master, Breaddog.” I say the name again while I stroke his chest, it’s meant to say we’re linked since my nickname is Rye. Also because it sounds like bred dog if you’re not paying close attention.

“Yes! I’ve been a good boy, master!” He says it loud and then adds in under his breath “I KNEW you liked the nickname.” He still remembers my… mixed reaction to it when he suggested it that first time. It’s been a little while from then to now.

“I guess it’s grown on me. Now, my good dog let me see about getting you out of those muzzles.”

I slide my paw over the back of his middle head and then move to the one on the left to give it some nice short pets while my other paw reaches for the key to these things. Tomàs’s head on the right gives a soft whine for attention and this means I pet it as well as I go for the lock on the middle muzzle to free that head of my boyfriend locked within. Or at least that’s how I want it to seem. The key is secured firmly between two of my fingers and I slowly go for the lock with a pace that builds suspense but still makes it seem like I’m gonna start freeing him. When I’m an inch from getting the key from the lock I start making my paws shake and pretending like the key is about to slip out of my fingers.

“Oops. It’s slipping out of my hands”

Clang is the sound the key makes as I let it drop followed by me ‘accidentally’ kicking it away. I gave it a light kick so it stays relatively within reach, on the floor and right before it would have gone under the bed. Tomás’s middle head gives me a head cocked confused look, his left gives a shocked look of betrayal and his right a mischievous smirk of knowing exactly what I’m doing. Within a minute I’m on top of him again, literally, spending a few minutes kneading his lovely soft ball of a gut. Spinning circles in various spots of his fur with my paw. His tail starts wagging, telling me he’s truly enjoying himself now.

I give a long, slow lick along his middle neck as a tease of the freedom I have that I almost gave him. And while I give that sensual lick I put my paws on his thick hips, the kind that can hold his strong barrel of a torso and my fingers stroll through all the sensitive curves of his body. My favorite part of this, even better than the softness of his fur or the way my exploring fingers essentially glide across his smooth skin is the way he wriggles and squirms to my loving touch.

“Have I ever told you that you’re the perfect level of softness and perfectly shaped? And that I really love that about you.”

“I suppose you Gruff have… but I don’t mind you telling me again. Not at Pant all.” He’s getting worked up as my paw rubs along his thigh adjacent to his sheath and I go back to sucking at one of his nipples, the left one.

“Istt trufp. Chor shlape, chorr pofttess ist purefict.” It’s hard to talk while my mouth is clamping dog pec but all three of his heads are smiling so I know he got it.

“With you GRrrrr saying that do you think you can free me from these binds and muzzles. So I can Chomp show you how I move.” He says that almost perfectly as his rightmost head chomps on the muzzle holding it while my paw works it way up his bright pink shaft now that it’s totally free of his sheath thanks to all my teasing.

His middle head was talking but now all three start to pant with slightly varying expressions of flustered.

“In I rinnet” The best I could do when saying in a minute because I can’t split tasks between multiple heads like Tomàs can.

I keep pumping his shaft and my mouth never lets go of his pecs. I use it to gently nibble, to tease his sensitive nipple licking circles around it, firmly sucking it. A few minutes of that earns me growls, groans, barks, moans and then between that and the stroking earns me the first few drops of pre which drool out of the slit of his exposed pink rod. I catch two drops with the tips of my finger and feel the viscosity, the loose stickiness of them. I remove my muzzle from his nipple once more to taste his cum. It’s salty, feels very warm and has a musk thick enough that I can almost separately taste it adding to the rich flavor of his seed. I decide that I’m done with the teasing/foreplay and now it’s time to free Tomás for real.

“MMMMM! I suppose your freedom is overdue now, you handsome beast. Hold still.”

I reach for the key that I kept relatively close by even after kicking it away and pick it up. All three of his heads need to be freed and last time I went for the middle head first. This time I go for the one on the left. I scooch up a bit by sliding up Tomás’s chest for better reach and my right paw is almost at the lock when the key slips out of it, unintentionally this time. My tease is proven to be more accurate than expected, the big dog huffs in annoyance.

“Come onnnn already! How much longer do I have to wait? Have I not been a good enough boy?”

“I’m almost there. Just give me a sec, okay. Sometimes things just slip.” I say as I get the key into the lock and there’s a small click as it opens, allowing me to look release and then pull off the first muzzle.

“Finally!”

Click goes another lock and I free his middle head which makes him start panting with excitement. He puts his free paw to his leftmost head and rubs his chin like he’s testing if it’s really free of the muzzle. I give him a few extra seconds to appreciate his freedom before I move on to his rightmost head. Now all six of his eyes are focused on me till I decide to get off him and go behind his head on the right meaning only the leftmost head can see me as I insert a key for the third and final muzzle. There’s a bit of a grinding sound with this lock like it’s got some rust inside compared to the other, less weathered locks but it opens the same as the rest.

“That’s right, Rye. Finish freeing the beast, I’m about to reward you for it.” Tomàs’s rightmost head breathily says followed by licking his thick .

“Don’t be too hasty now. I could decide to leave you with only one paw unbound and no feet to stand on.” I say as I get the final muzzle off and start searching for some scissors. On second thought I’m going to need a knife given how thick this cord is so I reach for one out of one of the drawers here.

“Ha! You wouldn’t and even if you did these ropes can’t contain me. Grrrrr” His middle head is the one growling softly as his rightmost head winks at me and the left one waits patiently with a mischievous look in those typically soft brown eyes.

“Alright then. I’m gonna cut your bonds only halfway. Let’s put that strength to the test, huh? Heh heh.“ I confidently ask and laugh as I stick to what I said, only cutting the cord at his waist as well as the ones holding his feet and arm halfway with this switchblade Tomàs keeps around and leaving him to do the rest of the work. I then wait to see what happens, whether he’ll actually do it or end up needing my help to free him completely.

SNAP! SNAP!

CLICK! CLICK!

RIPPPPP! SNAP!

“You seriously did it… you son of a-Mmmpff!” I’m cut off by several hundred pounds of horny beast tackling me as he’s free of the cords and buckles now.

He wastes no time in paying me back for all my teasing of him and then some. His three heads are all over me in only a few seconds. His left head is slurping and lapping at my chest and his right head goes for my neck to lick and nibble on. As for his middle head it goes straight for my unprepared mouth which I immediately open as his paws pull me in close for a deep kiss. It lasts for minutes I’m pretty sure and I’m left panting and on the verge of being overstimulated by it and everything else. When our kiss breaks and I’m off of his jowled jaw he fetches some of that thick lube he loves with one hand and caresses my chest with the other. He puts the bottle down so he can get me on my back and I don't move as I brace myself while letting him do it.

“You ready to take this monster of a bone deep as it can go in you?” He puts his white furred paw on his throbbing pink shaft and slides down it slow.

“Ready whenever you are.” I say as I wiggle my ass a bit to entice him and all three heads are locked on it.

“Sweet!”

“Alright you got to kiss him but we’re taking turns on this.”

“Yes, yes we are.”

“Fair enough. I’ll let you two decide which of you goes first.” He’s talking with his other heads and they’re figuring out who gets turns with me like this is all a game and I’m the console. It’s turning me on even more, having them make decisions like I have to accept whatever they’ve got in store.

His tail adorably wags as their heads go down and I get a simultaneous double jolt of stimulation this time. One of his tongues is poking at my asshole, working on stretching it open and another is slurping on my fuzzy balls. I get all of six seconds to wonder where his left head is until I feel wonderfully silky fur rubbing against a different spot on my groin. I tilt my head down to confirm what I’m feeling and while the other two are both occupied, that leftmost head gives me a look of such hot passion that if it was physical heat it could start fires. That look is followed by a little nibbling of my thigh along with a firm lick. I moan out an MMMMMM and Tomàs keeps at it with one of his tongues now firmly in my anus, prepping the walls, another migrating from balls to shaft and back again and still another licking and nipping at one of my weak spots, my groin/upper thighs.

I’m in heaven and in the moment I know it can only keep getting better. The big dog’s leftmost head playing with my groin switches with the middle one at my balls and the intensity picks up a little. This continues for what could be a minute, could be several. My sense of time becomes shot as I’m too caught up in a whole different world of sensation that I’m grateful to be able to experience even if it’s not the first time. My breaths are gasps and pants instead of steady inhales and exhales, my pulse is fast but still feels like it’s struggling to keep with my mini movements much less Tomàs’s shifting moves. His left head and right head switch places at my now slobber slicked, more loosened up hole and a very clear throbbing makes itself known at the center of my member.

“I’m GASP very close!”

“Slurp Heh. May I?” Two of his three heads break from all the oral stuff. His right to ask the question and the left to lower the amount of stimulation, keep me on the edge long enough to ask what should be obvious.

“Do you even have to ask?”

“PANT Always. I want your permission before I continue… I think that’s NOMF best.” His right head almost breathlessly says as he middle nibbles on my inner thigh keeping me on the edge with an achingly pent up dick. He tilts his two free heads in that agonizingly cute way only a dog can pull off as he really awaits my answer.

“Y-yes… you NFff may!”

“Just what I expected to hear… but I wanted to be ARFFF sure.” Tomàs positions two of the mouths of his heads right where my cock is set to blow.

“Here it come-AHHHNNN-BAAAAAAAAHHHHH!” I don’t finish that last word before I orgasm and a moan turns into a kind of embarrassing bleat.

Slurp

Glrkk

“Ahh! Satisfying.” Tomàs says after loudly swallowing down my load straight from the source which dribbles out the last bit of goat seed right into Tomàs’s rightmost muzzle. His middle one being satisfied with those first few warm pumps of goat jizz.

“Pant I… bet. That was more… than I was expecting.”

“I hope… you’ve still got more in the tank cause I’m not ready to be done yet.”

“You know I do… just need… a sip of water.”

“Figured you might. There’s water bottles in the closet. Can you Huff get me one too?”

“You… got it.”

I look in the closet, taking a couple of minutes and needing a bit of direction from the big cerberus to find the water bottles hidden behind some button up shirts and hidden winter coats. I grab two and Tomàs insists I toss his to him, that that’d be okay. So I do and his left head catches it while his middle unscrews the cap with that jaw. Tomàs splits the water between his three maws with such ease and I stop watching him coordinate with himself to gulp down my own water. When we both feel we’ve replenished enough fluids Tomàs gives me a look that tells me he’s eager enough not just for round 2 but also rounds 3 to 5.

“You know it never ceases to amaze me what you and your heads can do. The way you can angle them, coordinate them to multitask for you especially when it comes to pleasure.”

“Hehe. You’ve been giving me loads of practice lately with our coordination lately.” His middle head says before his left head continues. “Enough to tell that you’re stalling.” Then both his right and middle head talk at the same time to tease me. “Are you not ready to take in the beast’s bone? Should I wait for you to graze on something first?” His middle head went

“Pfft. Let’s go! I’ve got more stamina in one horn than you’ve got in your whole big-boned body!” That grazing joke gets to me even though it shouldn’t be that big a thing. I won’t take that teasing lying down.

“Sweet! Time for round 2.”

Spurt That’s the sound of lube squirting out of the bottle and onto the pad of Tomàs’s right paw. I lay back and expose my rump to him to get this going but he shakes his middle head to say no. He sits cross legged on the floor and pats a spot on his thigh for me to indicate I’m supposed to sit on his lap. Gulp. His cock is large, hard and waits for me to ride it as it’s completely upright in his lap and completely out of his sheath, not that it wasn’t before but it’s strikingly more visible against Tomas’s white and black fur. Plus I can see that thick monster of a cock more clearly when Tomàs is staying mostly still, it’s slightly slick with pre and his tail is providing Tomás’s only movements while swishing back and forth, wagging on the floor as he’s eager to get going and I’m kind of wishing I had put my hoof in my mouth.

“Up you go LIFT and I can’t help but wonder if you should be wearing this” PAT is the sound of Tomás bringing back one of the muzzles he was wearing to place it on my head, unlocked and unattached. After he lifts me onto his lap that is, grinding me up lightly against that 11 inch hole penetrator but not sitting me on it just yet.

“Nah! GRAB It doesn’t feel like it’ll fit quite right and my best revenge can be had by still being able to access that sweet maw.” He grabs the muzzle but doesn’t take it off fully just lifts it a bit so it can sit on the top of my head like some kind of awkward sex hat and I’m okay with that, it being.

“O-Oooo-kay” I start talking but it turns into me moaning out just the one word as Tomás decides to start properly loosening up my hole with his lubed doggy digits.

It doesn’t take much to loosen me up though with how he was rimming me before. He gets two fingers in and plays around, stretching them about inside me for about a minute before he decides that I’m ready to take his throbbing meat inside me. Which he somehow lubed up when I wasn’t looking because as the first few inches slid into my loosened but still somewhat resistant backside I feel not just precum but viscous yet still liquidy lube and manage to catch a whiff or two of the mango and coconut scent from it. Before he can shove more of his cock in me he pulls out and then flips me around so all three of his heads can look at my face and I look right into his middle head’s eyes while having the other two sets of them in my peripheral. The muzzle that’s now serving as a cap slides down a bit from him adjusting my position on his lap and he pushes it back up and away from obstructing my view.

“Tu eres loco.” It spills out of my mouth right as he goes back to filling up my hole with his member, a little over half of it this time, so a few inches more than before making me quickly gasp as I adjust.

“Y tú eres hermoso”

“Te amo demasiado. Tu magnífico anímal” He starts slowly thrusting.

“Te amo mas”

I feel the whole of his shaft enter me as he says that he loves me more. The pointy típ of his cock rubbing itself along my inner walls as he thrusts it back and forth in my ass. He goes at a steady rhythm at first that I’m able to keep up with, I gyrate with my hips on his cock and come close to grinding on his own hips but am stopped by his very full set of balls. Then he picks up the pace for about half a minute before abruptly stopping. I’m about to ask Tomàs why he stopped but then I feel that first warm shot of his seed somewhere in my guts and as if that’s not enough of a hint his howl of release manages to synch up with it.

“AAAAWWOOOOOOO-OHHH Yeah!!” He shudders with pleasure and I can feel it in my ass and anywhere else our bodies have intertwined as I’ve grabbed onto his meaty shoulders to better hang on as he pumps his whole load into my body and I’m more than okay with that.

That warmth in my ass and lower guts, his cock rubbing up against the sensitive spots inside me spending pleasurable jolts through my body. I can’t help but cum a second time time, right as Tomàs is petering out himself as I feel his dick stop throbbing and the ropes of jizz becoming drops. Meanwhile my body shakes with this second, only slightly smaller wave of bliss and with my cock standing upright between both our bellies I stain them both with white as well as our chests. I feel the splatter and so does Tomàs but neither of us seem to mind, too caught up in the afterglow. For what could be a minute or two or twenty, I’ve absolutely lost track of time by now but regardless we take a short break to catch our breaths.

That said, his canine rod is still firmly planted in me. He only stopped moving but didn’t even try to take it out so he’s still got me hilted on him and I was too caught up in a mix of tiredness and euphoria to move myself off of his rod and out of Tomàs’s lap. I’m reminded of my current situation when Tomàs lovingly laps at my cheek with one of his head’s. I don’t really check to see which instead just looking at his middle head looking back at me while having a big goofy grin that’s made all the goofier with that head’s jowls almost covering part of it.

“Puff… Why are you giving me Hrrnh… that big smile, Breaddog?”

“Huff… because I’d say I’m ready for at least one last round… Grunt are you?” He rubs along the base of my back with a paw making me bolt up at first before easing up to happily accept the rubs especially with that silky smooth fur feeling so good against my more coarse coat of fur.

The back rubbing makes me say yes stupidly in spite of the state my body must be in but not before logic feebly tries to shove itself back into my horned and horny skull. “You still have energy left after all that? You really are a beast, a beast I’m willing to go another round or two with. Or to put it simply, I’m as ready as you are.”

“Perfect. I sure am a beast, the beast that fucks you silly, don’t you forget it.”

With that go ahead, there’s a POP as he exits me followed by an accompanying SHLICK sound as all the sex fluids; lube, cum, possibly swear and whatever else follow the lead of his canine member in leaking out of my slick, greatly loosened hole. He wastes little time in ramming his dick back inside me after getting it out, merely wanting to provide a jolt to my system and his own. It certainly does that and gets things going again as he starts to thrust at a speed a bit quicker than he started at last time but not quite as fast as he was going right before he cummed inside me. It’s still a lot to take in and I can tell we’re both not at full steam so I don’t just grab his shoulders but hug his whole torso. I feel his cock somehow grow harder than before and it was already rock hard but now it’s like steel trying to go in even deeper than before .

His fur though is as soft and pettable as ever and he’s so cozy and warm I feel another wave of bliss and my urge to cum whatever cum I’ve got left in me rising. He keeps going, managing to go deeper after a good amount of effort and I feel one of his balls rub up against my hole to tease its full entry. He keeps thrusting and gets one in and the entry of the other becomes a matter of time and how much thrust Tomàs will need. He’s going to get his whole knot in me, I look to any of his faces to see if they realize what they’re doing and two have their tongues lolling out while the other has it sticking out in concentration, focused and of course it’s the rightmost one.

They’re all too caught up in the act and horny to stop. I don’t really feel like being tied right now so I get his attention by rubbing under his chin. Chin scritches are among the best ways to make a dog stop what they’re doing and reward them for listening to you.

“Wha-Oh yeah, Right there” Is his rightmost head’s response to the chin rubs/scritches.

“PANT What’s up Rye?”

“You’re about to knot me, don’t you feel that?! It’s New Year's Day and I don’t feel like being tied.”

“I am?” “You Huff… don’t?” “I think it’s already too Grrrrr late, darling.” His heads respond to me from right to left.

“Don‘t you do-Annhhh Huff. Da…dammit!” Is all that I’m able to say as Tomás’s balls, the last part of his knot pops through my loosened hole to enter me. It’s overstimulating, pleasurable, disorientating and anger inducing all at the same time.

“I’m-I’m cumming again! Awrrrooooooooo!!”

“Are you serious!? I-aahh! Anhhhhh! Baaaahhhhhhhhhh!!” Me and Tomàs both release our loads in practically perfect sync.

His load only adds to the already substantial amount of his seed in me already and my load weakly splatters on both of us given how on top of each other we are to add to the jizz covered, tired mess we’ve become. I look at him and it takes me a minute to think of what to say in response to everything.

“Satisfied?” I try to put all my sarcasm and underlying frustration with what he just did into this one word as he pants with his mouths open like dogs usually do but times three given his three heads.

“Gods yes! I feel great, don’t you?” Not even an ounce of recognition.

“I would… if you hadn’t knotted me! You’ve tied me with that monster of a dick you have and I’m gonna have to wait who knows how long till it’s deflated enough to be out of me.”

“Oh come on, this isn’t the first time you’ve been tied by my big knot. Anyway you have to admit it was enjoyable and besides it’s New Year’s Day, what have you got to even do?”

“It’s good you remember that this isn’t the first time, last time it took over an hour till you could pull it out without it feeling like it was about to tear something if we didn’t wait. And I’ve got plenty i could do; I could finish registering for spring semester classes with enough time, maybe I have a winter break assignment I need to finish or I could make myself some lunch because I don’t even know anymore how long it’s been since I’ve woke up but I’m getting hungry and it’s probably the afternoon by now.”

“Oh boy, lunch sounds good right now.” Tomàs, my big goofy beast tries to pull out of me to try and get food and I feel his balls ram against my inner walls in their attempt to escape through my hole but of course they can’t.

“Unghh! There can’t be lunch if we’re stuck together like this Tomàs, that’s what I’m trying to tell you!”

“I don’t mind taking you along with me to make lunch. My parents left me plenty of food before they left since they knew I wasn’t willing to fly for anyone much less all the way out to Arizona. I thought I would have filled you up too much to be hungry though. Haha.” He laughs as he rubs my head right between my horns affectionately, jovial as ever.

“Ha-ha. There’s just one problem with that, my dear beast.”

“There is?”

“You’ve still got a ton of party guests downstairs. And there’s another thing I could be doing, hanging out with the party goers downstairs, our friends.”

“Pfft. You worry too much. I don’t care if they see this sign that we’ve fucked. Maybe some of them will be jealous that we got up to what couples do when the holidays come. Grrr… sigh.” Tomàs sighs before he can finish his attempted sexy growl because he now notices the glare I started giving him.

“Sigh What am I going to do with you?”

“You could kiss me?… Maybe?” He pleads at me with three pairs of puppy dog eyes and I’m powerless against them.

“My Breaddog”

Smooch I probably could have said something better but we kiss anyway. I close my eyes and open my mouth as his middle muzzle gets its tongue in. As we passionately kiss the metal muzzle that Tomàs made into a hat for me falls off of my head. I’m almost startled but Tomàs’s arms are too comforting and this kiss too steamy for me to open my eyes. Until I hear a whine of want from one of his other heads as Tomàs’s tongue is distracted by the texture of my teeth and mine is somewhere in his cheek. I remove it from there though and open my eyes as the kiss breaks.

“Mmmm Mmpfhh You… can be real needy? You know that.” I look away from his middle head and towards his rightmost one instead as I fight the base instinct to rub off our shared saliva with my paw. Something I’d do if is this kiss was over but it’s not.

“I’m a dog, I can’t help it sometimes if I want more attention or shared attention I guess. I just want all of- MMMphh Mmmm.”

I cut off him off to not completely lose the momentum of the original kiss as I start making out with his rightmost head now. Our two tongues mingle in each other’s mouths for a bit till suddenly I feel a third tongue from the left and it instantly clicks, this dog thinking he’s slick. Even though it's a lot to take in with both tongues hungrily exploring my maw I accept and embrace both as my own tongue struggles to keep up. The kiss is broken when I feel a few additional ropes of Tomàs’s seed squirt into my guts from his cock still in me. I open my eyes and move my muzzle away from his.

Gurgle

My stomach loudly reminds me that I haven’t eaten much aside from those crackers but all I can do is sigh in response as I’m still joined with Tomàs almost literally at the hip.

“I’m so hungry your night table lamp is looking like an option right now.”

“Ummm, I’ve got a stash of granola bars in my closet and some water bottles in there too. If you don’t mind a bit of movement from your dumb beast.”

“Really? You’re a lifesaver, mi amor and don’t call yourself dumb like that. You’re not, we just got caught up in the moment.”

“Yeah. Guess it’s time to get up. 1, 2, 3 Hrrnnn.” Tomàs frees up his hands to use them to help hoist himself and me up.

As he gets up his dick jams itself against my prostate just right to milk a bit more goat jizz out of me. This makes even more mess for both of us and a few globs of cum hit the floor. This makes Tomàs look down to notice the fallen muzzle he was wearing. He smiles at seeing it but continues to walk to and open his closet. He passes me three granola bars half the size of my hand width wise and one of those bigger size bottles of water, 24 ounces.

“There you go, Rye. Temporary lunch is served.”

“Thanks Tomàs. Are you really okay with my eating in here? This is your room.” I take the granola bars and water bottle but wait for an answer.

“Yeah it’s no problem. After all, you'd have had lunch by now if… I hadn’t tied you like I did. Though you could do something for me. Two things maybe.”

“Sure anything.”

“Cool. Let me just get this back on you.” I feel the muzzle that had fallen off the top of my head with a light Clunk sound to confirm. “That’s one thing, the second thing is, when we’re… unknotted do you think you could help me register for spring semester classes?”

“Seriously? Sometimes I can’t believe you’re older than me.”

“It’s a lot to choose from, to go through.”

“You’re 21 and you picked your classes fine the first time. I’m almost done and I know there’s a lot of space for the last class or two I need Munch. It’s good you want to start now at least, you wait too long and there might not be anything you want left.”

“My mom helped me the first time and honestly I’m still trying to uhhh figure out what I want.”

“Well you’re a lucky dog, I’ll help. I would have figured three years would be enough time off from school to figure it out.”

“I only became 21 in November and you’ve only been 20 for just under three weeks plus we’re still freshmen. Does anyone have it fully figured out at our ages? What are you majoring in?”

“Journalism… with a minor in legal studies. Been thinking about adding a second major to that, biological oceanography.”

“See, you’re smart Crunch. You can help me.”

“Yes. I can help but you can’t be relying on me too much.”

“Uhh, yeah. I might also need help with this pre requisite math assignment cause I did pick one course already and signing up for it had this assignment that turned out to be harder than I thought.”

“Groan Alright. Let’s not make this too much of a thing though. At least you tried to start after all.”

“You’re the best babe.”

“And don’t you forget it. We’re going to do all that after your knot deflates though.”

“Yeah. Wanna cuddle on the bed in the meantime.” Even if I wanted to which I definitely don’t I can’t say no to that eagerly wagging tail.

“Of course” At my answer Tomàs’s middle head finishes the last granola bar he was eating, moves slowly towards the bed though at this point I can’t imagine there’s anything left in either of our balls. By the time he gets to the bed I’ve also finished my granola bar and start sipping on my water. We land in the bed with a soft Thud of our entangled bodies collapsing on it.

“That was an amazing experience. We should do it again sometime. Seven times between the two of us, you know that’s a lucky number.” Tomàs looks at me expectantly as he says that, like he’s waiting for something and then I realize that one of my arms is hanging off the bed and the other is at my side. I end his waiting by wrapping both my arms around that beast of a torso and he sighs contently.

“Sometime but not too soon. It… took a lot out of me.”

“In more ways than one?” There’s a sly wink from that rightmost head.

“Yeah, in more ways than one. You’re smart too, you know? When you choose to stop to think about things before you do them… or say them. If there’s one lucky thing here today it’s that we have each other. I love you Tomàs.”

“Daww. I love you too Rye. Happy New Year.”

“Happy New Year.”

We cuddle the afternoon away. I can hear a few guests leave and I feel Tomàs’s knot deflate what I’m guessing is about forty minutes after we hit the bed. I wiggle my hips so he gets the hint and gets his knot out of me but aside from that neither of us goes anywhere for a while. Despite my initial hungover state, my questioning and occasional anger at a few of his decisions that were done more on impulse or without critical thought and the boundaries that were tested and the things that needed to learn and relearn about each other. In spite of some minor bumps in the whole experience there’s no one I’d rather spend my year with, start to end and then all over again, for as many years as I’ve got left in me.