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“How many times will you be the star of the party?” Nathan teased. The fox playfully dapped his fist against Josh’s chest, flashed a coy grin. “I feel like every time we do one of these things, you get publicly fucked into next Tuesday.”

Josh nodded, embarrassed at the assertion. He cradled a lukewarm beer in his hand, a little huff falling from his beak. Idly, his gaze lingered to the cheap disco ball in the corner, reflecting luminescent squares along the walls. And he replied: “I just happen to have a pretty, um… enthusiastic mistress, haha. They’re always volunteering me.”

Nathan rolled his eyes. He said: “Right. Jordyn’s a beast.”

Josh then took a sip from his beer; it was terrible. He agreed: “They keep finding new ways to torture me. Not to say I don’t like it.” Another sip, another wince. He then asked: “Wait, have you two had sex before?”

Nathan giggled. Beer fizz bubbled into his nose. He shifted on his feet, replied: “Yeah, actually. I’m surprised you didn’t know. Back in the day, Chryssy and I used to do play dates with them and Zeke. Like, double dates.”

“Oh.” Josh stared into his beer; it was like a black hole, sucking the suds inward. And he said: “That makes sense. I just realize I’ve never seen you fuck, is all.” He paused. “I think I’ve seen, like, everyone fuck but you two.”

The fox scoffed. “Oh, come on. You make it sound like I’m some slut.”

“Are you not?” Josh quipped. He smiled. “I’ve kissed your asshole more than I’ve kissed your mouth.”

Nathan leaned back, affronted by the truth. His hand flew to his chest, rubbing against his signature hawaiian shirt. And with a disgusted expression, he shot back: “Excuse you! Mouths have germs.”

“Yeah? Mouths have germs?”

“Mouths are biomes,” Nathan explained matter-of-factly. He waved his hand around like a university professor. “Whenever you kiss someone, you’re sharing their mouth germs. You’re, uh, mixing biomes. So if you kiss someone with cavities, you’re drinking their cavity juice. It’s gross.”

Josh raised his brow. “I don’t think that’s true,” he said.

“It’s true! I read it online–”

“Where did you read it?”

Nathan puckered his lips, thought for a moment, then admitted: “I don’t know. But it makes sense.”

Josh guffawed. “You’re insane,” he said. “And I like how you’re assuming butts don’t have biomes. Or like, bacteria.”

“Butt bacteria don’t give you cavities.” Nathan took a sip of his drink, winced. “It’s okay to eat ass because the bacteria there aren’t harmful. I hear they’re actually good for you.” Another sip. He stuck his tongue out in disgust. “Speaking of ass, this beer is fucking terrible. I’ve never had worse beer in my life, I think.”

Just then, Zeke happened to be passing by; he was dressed in his standard attire, a thin spindly chest-covering and short-shorts – all black, of course. His horns shone with fresh wax, his droopy ears studded with earrings and piercings. Two shiny snake bites made his lower lip shine. And he interrupted: “You talking about the beer?”

Nathan nodded, turned to face him. “Yeah, dude,” he said. “I’ve had ass that tastes better.”

Zeke chuckled. He admitted: “Yeah, well, my fridge has been broken for the past week. Sorry about that.”

The fox recoiled, placed down his cup. “Gross,” he dribbled. His tail whipped. “So this is basically backwash.”

“Eh.” Zeke drank his cup, his face steady. “Tastes fine to me. But then again, I’m used to drinking gross shit.” His gaze then shifted to Josh. Those eyes were, as always, piercing; black eyeliner complemented his beautiful dark irises. And he said: “Ah, I didn’t see you come in, Josh. It’s good to see you.”

Josh shrunk in embarrassment; even when Zeke wasn’t doing anything, he felt intimidated. The duck barely mustered: “I–I wouldn’t miss it. I love our little gatherings.” He then motioned around, added: “Even if your fridge is broken.”

The goat shrugged. “We’ll just eat hot food for a while,” he said. And, pointing at the drink in Nathan’s grasp, he said: “Does it really taste that bad? Maybe I should throw it all out.”

“Oh, yeah.” Nathan coughed. “It’s worse than that dude’s ass I ate. The one from Grindr, like, three weeks ago. You remember the story, right?”

Zeke grimaced, sucked in air through his teeth. “Oof,” he breathed. “That bad?”

“Well, at least this’ll get me drunk,” Nathan riffed. “So it’s not all bad.”

Curious, Josh pointed toward Nathan and asked: “What guy are you talking about?”

The other two shared a quick glance, and with a tired nod, Nathan explained: “Two weeks ago, I matched with this dude on Grindr. He was a bottom, and we were supposed to hang out… but, uh, he stank.”

“I’m guessing not a good stink?”

Nathan laughed, explained: “No, not a good stink. There’s, like, a difference between stink and musk. And this dude…” He coughed; and, as if reminded of his addiction, removed a small vape from his shirt pocket. He took a quick hit, continued on as smoke flowed from his mouth like water. “This dude just stank. Even in the restaurant, I could tell. Cuz, you know, we went out for dinner first.” He giggled. “I thought I could just power through it, but I was wrong. So, so, so wrong.”

Amused, Josh asked: “Did you go back to his place?”

“Yep.”

“Was his place gross?”

“No!” Nathan exclaimed, clearly dumbfounded. “No, it was clean. Which makes me ask even more questions.”

The goat mustered a nonplussed expression, cleared his throat. “Well, some people just don’t know how to clean themselves,” he said.

The trio then paused. Nathan took another hit; Josh could smell the artificial watermelon falling from his mouth. And Nathan reiterated: “So yeah, that was the worst ass I’ve ever had. There.”

Zeke quipped: “Oh yeah? And what was the best?”

“My wife’s, obviously.” Nathan guffawed, flashed a cheeky grin. “I mean, come on.”

The goat assented, “She’s a good one.”

Josh commented, “I didn’t know Chryssy was into rimming.”

“Are you kidding me? She’s ravenous.” Nathan looked around the room, searching for a glimpse of her; but she’d meandered somewhere else. “Chryssy is really into me rimming her. If I had a choice, I’d be doing it every day. It’s like…” He did the chef’s kiss motion. “The perfect amount of sweat and musk.”

Josh huffed through his nose. He puffed out his chest and quipped: “And where does my ass fall? Am I chopped liver?”

Nathan’s jaw hung open for a moment; and with a playful grin, he replied: “Yeah, you rank below my wife. The notes just aren’t right. Sorry, bud.”

Josh laughed. And, pointing a limp finger toward Nathan, he asked: “You know, I’ve never asked… what does my ass taste like?”

“Come on, you’re not seriously asking me to rank you.”

“No, no!” Josh waved his feathered arms, shook his rump in deference. “Not a ranking, I just… no one has ever really told me what I taste like. I’m curious. Both of you have eaten me out.”

Nathan chuckled. “I dunno,” he admitted. He squinted. And, nudging Zeke, he said: “Why don’t you go first?”

The goat squinted, fiddled with his horns. The wax left a thine residue on his hands. His teeth shone magenta in the dank lighting. And he said: “Well, Josh is a little more acrid than most.”

Josh frowned. “Acrid?” he echoed. “Is that bad?”

“No, no,” Zeke reassured. With a warm grin, as if having tasted a fine wine, he explained: “It’s just a little more sweaty than others, I think. And floral, very floral.”

Nathan snapped his fingers, pointed toward Josh. “That’s the word I was looking for in my head,” he said. “Floral. It’s like huffing sweaty perfume.”

The three had a good laugh at that. Josh huffed through his nose, joked: “You think they could sell my ass sweat at the mall? In the perfume section?”

Zeke winked. “I’d buy it,” he flirted. He then took another sip of his drink; Josh watched as a tiny spindle of beer trailed down his chin. The boy desired to reach out, pinch it between his fingers; he wanted his lips to be stained with Zeke’s pitch-black lipstick, his hands gripping Zeke’s horns…

But Josh’s fantasies were interrupted. Nearly choking himself, Zeke exclaimed: “Oh, shit. I forgot to tell you earlier, Josh. I think Jordyn’s looking for you?”

Josh leaned forward, brow furrowed. “Jordyn?” he repeated. “Shit, where are they?”

Zeke jerked his thumb backward. He said, “They’re in my room, I think. I meant to tell you earlier, but I’m a little drunk, haha.” The goat wiped liquid from his chin. “Anyway, I think they have a little surprise for you. So you should probably go.”

“Right.” Josh nodded, placed down his drink. “Thanks, Zeke. See you, Nathan.”

And so the bird set off. He traveled through the kitchen, the living room, all abright with flashing light. Magentas and cyans and yellows painted the walls; happy queer folk splayed themselves across the dual couches, kissing each others’ necks, snacking and drinking. Chatter filled the air; an oasis.

Josh then opened the bedroom door with a tepid hand; and like a spectre, he slipped inside. The room was brightly lit, a stark contrast to the chaos outside. With the door closed, it seemed as if the party was a million miles away. The lock turned with a click.

Jordyn sat on the goat’s bed, casually lacing up a pair of knee-high boots. They flashed an easy smile at the duck, said: “There you are. I was just about to go looking for you.” They laughed. “Don’t tell me you’re off slutting already.”

“No, no.” Josh waved his hand. “I was just having a couple drinks with Nathan. We were talking about… assholes.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Josh admitted. “We were ranking butthole flavors.”

Jordyn exhaled through their nose. “I see,” they said. Their nimble fingers weaved thick lace through cold metal loops as their primate tail whipped. “I take it you vouched for me?”

Josh shrugged, sat next to his beloved. The bedsheets were soft under his feathered bottom. And he quipped: “If I didn’t, would that be a deal breaker?”

“Totally,” Jordyn replied. Their tongue lolled idly from their mouth as they pulled the laces taut. Then they asked: “Are you still down for a little… surprise… tonight?”

The question made Josh shiver. His heart pounded against his ribcage, his fists balled under his tail feathers. And he admitted: “S–sure. Of course. But, um, what’s the surprise?”

“Just a moment.” Jordyn then stood, having successfully laced their boots. Like a newborn fawn, they struggled to balance on the inch-thick platforms. “It’s been a long time since I’ve worn these,” they commented. “I feel like I’m learning to walk again.”

For a moment, Josh was awestruck by his partner’s beauty; a short auburn bob cradled Jordyn’s round face and cascaded across their broad shoulders. Dark lipstick paired with their thick mascara; above their lips sat a pair of angel bites and a thick-gauged nose ring.

Round breasts, too, burgeoned beneath those exposed shoulders, shielded only by a thin black crop top. Their muscled, thinly-furred tummy showed beneath. Thin impressions of their abs shone through there, practically begging for Josh’s tongue; and just below was the faintest showing of their pelvis, dipped tastefully below a pair of black denim shorts. The fabric hugged their curves just right. Josh had never desired to die by someone’s hand more.

“W–well, I think you’re stunning,” Josh complimented. He looked askance. “Like, you just look… wow. You’re amazing.”

Jordyn gave a coy grin. They commented, “I think it’s cute how I still fluster you so much.” Attempting desperately not to topple, they worked their way to the boy, then laid a gentle finger under his chin. Josh nearly melted. And, boring into his quivering prey-like eyes, Jordyn cooed: “Who’s my good little slut, hm?”

Josh’s blush was uncontrollable. His breaths stymied, his chest caved over in submission, he replied: “Me. I’m your good slut.”

“Great,” Jordyn replied. “Then you’ll have no problem accepting this little present then, hm?” And with a flourish, they turned away; their thin, long tail swayed. “Zeke helped me pick it out. I’ve been looking to really show you off.”

“Sh–show me off?” The words hung on Josh’s lips. His chest fluttered. “What do you mean?”

But Jordyn was silent. They flung open Zeke’s closet, then pulled out a thick cardboard box; somehow, they managed to keep their balance as they toted it over to the bed. They then plopped it onto the sheets with a shit-eating grin, pried their fingers under the flaps.

They explained: “So… I was thinking… what could I get you that says, ‘I’m a slut!’ But also, like… ‘Hi, I’m owned by a beautiful dominatrix.’” Jordyn giggled, dug into the box. “And I settled on this. I really think you’re going to like it.”

And without further ado, Jordyn performed the grand reveal. At first, it only appeared to be a mass of black rubber; but with a flick of Jordyn’s wrist, the mess unfolded, toppled downward. The first and most noticeable item was a chunky gas mask; two opaque holes poked from the front, just barely translucent. From the front protruded a silver filter, fitted for Josh’s beak; the sight of it made him ecstatic.

“Oh my god!” Josh squealed. He clapped his hands together, then cradled the mask in his hands. It was weighty, durable; he could only imagine how much it cost. Through gaped lips, he managed: “This is incredible, Jordyn! I’ve always wanted one of these.”

Jordyn smirked. “But wait,” they said, “there’s more.” They pointed toward the remaining clothes. “Go on, hm? I want you to see all of it.”

Naturally, Josh obeyed. He dug through the rest, uncovering first a thick dark corset; then, a pair of net stockings, paired with a stylish set of leather gloves. Buckles adorned each, perfectly situated to bind together. The sight of all this made the poor boy’s jaw drop; he couldn’t believe he’d be wearing this. In front of everyone.

Noticing his expression, Jordyn asked: “Everything you dreamed of?”

“Are you kidding me?” Josh chirped. “This is… this is just amazing.” He touched each piece of the set, savoring the way the rubber clung to his skin. “I can’t even believe you would do this. I’ve been dreaming of wearing something like this for, like, years.”

Jordyn tilted her head, smiled. “Well, suffice it to say, I listen.” They exhaled, touched his arm. “I just wanted to make sure you felt special, you know? You deserve it.”

Josh couldn’t stop smiling. “I’ve never felt special-er,” he said. He shook his head in disbelief, then added: “Holy shit, I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Jordyn then closed the distance between them, locked their lips onto his; they savored the embrace of his breath, lowered their hand onto his back. And once they pulled away, they said: “I should let you know… this isn’t all of it.”

Josh recoiled. “There’s more?” he asked.

“Yeah, but…” Jordyn clicked her tongue. “Well, it’ll be a big surprise.”

“Another surprise.” That tingling feeling returned to roost in Josh’s chest. He grinned like an idiot. “Come on. You’re killing me here! You’re giving me angina.”

Jordyn chuckled. They flipped their hair to the side, stared downward on the little bird. “I know, I know… but you’ll see it by the end of the night. Trust me.” They then cleared their throat and admitted: “There is one detail I can reveal to you, though.”

“And that is?”

The monkey laid a mischievous finger on their lip. “Well, I’ve been talking with Chryssy, and… well, we thought it’d be cute if we formed a little alliance.”

Josh shivered at the implication. On some level, Chryssy genuinely scared him; she was the most imposing woman he’d ever met. Covered in rippling muscles and thick musky fur, towering over nearly everyone… she was truly a force to be reckoned with. So Josh asked: “What, uh… what did you and Chryssy have planned?”

“Well…” Jordyn smacked their lips. “She and I thought it might be fun if we had a little… double date. In an unconventional sense.” They twirled their hand around. “Like… Chryssy shows off Nathan, while I tote you around. And maybe we’ll give you some public playtime while we watch.” They looked down on him. “How does that sound, hm?”

“Amazing.” Josh shivered with excitement. “That sounds just… fantastic. Like, the best thing ever, actually.” He covered his head with his hands. “Ah, and calling it a double date… I don’t know why I find that so romantic.”

Jordyn smiled, shrugged. “Is it because you want everyone to know I own you?” they teased. “You want me to lead you around on a leash and show off my pretty little birdie for everyone?”

Josh couldn’t meet their gaze; they were well and truly embarrassed. And they admitted, “Yes. All of the above, yes.”

“Then let’s get dressed.” Jordyn sat down next to him, motioned to the pile of gear. “We can begin as soon as you get all this on.”

The duck recoiled. “N–now?” he barked. “I thought there’d be, maybe, a lead-up…”

The monkey, however, was relentless. They said: “Well, we can wait, if you’d like. But I happen to know Chryssy is getting Nathan ready as we speak.” They then leaned forward, and in a sultry voice whispered: “You don’t want to be left out, do you?”

And suddenly, Josh wasn’t feeling so trepidatious. “O–okay,” he relented. “Let’s do it. Let’s do it now.” He eyed the gear, licked at his beak. “Let’s make me beautiful.”

Jordyn rolled their eyes. “You already are beautiful.” They then reached for the mask, said: “Let’s put this on first. I’m aching to see how you look in it.”

“So am I.” Josh held the mask tenderly, relishing the scent of newly shipped rubber. He then tenderly held it against his face; buckles clanged against his nape. He asked: “Jordyn, could you, um… put this on for me?”

Jordyn replied: “I dunno.” They crossed their legs, narrowed their eyes. “Maybe if you said ‘Please,’ I’d be a little more inclined.”

Josh shrunk into the bed. “C’mon,” he squeaked. “Don’t make me beg.”

“But making you beg is half the fun!” Jordyn then cupped their cheeks, tilted their head. They gazed at Josh like a beloved pet. “You look so adorable when you’re all needy. So go on and be a little pathetic for me, hm? Please?”

And of course, Josh relented. With a humiliated huff, his eyes darting askance, he mustered a simple: “Please put the hood on me. Please.”

Jordyn’s eyes narrowed. They pouted, “Not good enough. You need to call me ‘Mistress.’”

The demand made Josh’s chest flutter. His hands flew to his face, resting on either side of his beak. His jaw clenched with embarrassment; but nonetheless, he managed to squeak out a few whimpers. “Please help me put on my mask… mistress.” The word melted on his tongue, emerging as a futile whine. Jordyn smiled.

“Thank you, honey,” they cooed. They then sat down next to Josh, fingered the rubber mask. “You did so good for me,” they said. “And I love you so much.”

Josh intended to respond, but his beak was soon met with Jordyn’s lips; they shared a tender kiss there, the monkey’s paw curled around Josh’s lower back. Their breath was sweet, tinged with the aftertaste of cheap mint gum. Josh lost himself in it. He wished he could feel their embrace forever.

Jordyn then pulled away. And, as if placing a crown on Josh’s head, they slid the mask over him. His breaths became heavy, moist, as the latex enclosed his beak. It subsumed him, dripped over his nape, and closed over his flesh with a tiny click. Jordyn’s fingers threaded the latex through the buckles with ease. Josh’s breaths passed through the mask’s filter with a soft hum.

“You can breathe, right?” Jordyn asked. “I don’t want to kill you with this thing.”

The duck gave a quick thumbs up. “Yeah, I’m good,” he said. His voice was quiet. “It’s a little hard to see, but I think that’s intentional.” He sighed, realized: “Oh, I’m gonna be blind out there.”

“Well, isn’t that sort of hot?” Jordyn teased. They readied the corset, stretched it out a little. “You’re gonna be like a sexy blind Darth Vader.”

Josh contested, “That’s not sexy at all.” And like a little girl dressing a doll, Jordyn wrapped the corset tightly around Josh’s stomach; he sucked himself inward, allowing the fabric to bend along his seams. And slowly, lovingly, Jordyn then tied the strings taut behind his back. He felt inexplicably pampered; as if Jordyn were about to show him off like a prized pet.

Next came the fishnets, and then the gloves; they all slid on without issue, framing his joints with thin black lace. The last step was, of course, to bind the duck’s hands together; the gloves had a buckle specifically for that purpose. Jordyn eyed it hungrily.

“Are you ready?” Jordyn asked. They looked into the eyeholes of Josh’s mask, just barely able to parse his mascara-clad eyelashes. “After I do this, you’ll be our toy for tonight. The only way out will be our safeword. Okay?”

Josh nodded. His chest rose and fell in anticipation, his exposed cock growing. “I–I want this,” he sputtered. “I really, really want this.” And with his wrists outstretched, he said: “I want you to bind me, mistress. Show everyone I belong to you.”

Those words lit a fire in Jordyn’s belly. With a manic grin, they cupped the boy’s face, planted a kiss upon his mask. They then took Josh’s hands in their own and said: “I’ll be gushing about you for the rest of my fucking life.” The buckles then clasped under their grip. Josh was bound now. He wriggled a little against the restraints.

Just then, a chatter broke out from the living room; the pair could hear the rest of the group breaking out in ooo’s and aaa’s. Jordyn raised an eyebrow. And they said: “That must be Nathan and Chryssy.” And with a little pout, they stood; Jordyn then looped their arm around Josh’s arm, pulled him close. With a power-hungry smirk, they teased: “We’re not gonna let them steal our thunder, are we?”

Josh shook his head. “Of course not.” And the two strode toward the door, flung it open, and immersed themselves in the flashing lights. Like a dark sea, the atmosphere subsumed them; Josh clung close to Jordyn, attempting to navigate the dingy living room. Near the front door, he spied a close-strung crowd; Jordyn tugged him along.

“Chryssy!” they bellowed. Jordyn waved their hand in the air, attempting to capture the giant’s attention; and so Chryssy turned, her outstretched hand white-knuckling a thick leash; on its other end was Nathan, strung to high heavens. He wore a near-identical get-up to Josh; fluffy vulpine ears poked from the top of his latex mask, twitching happily. Zeke rubbed the fox’s fat exposed belly, cooing into his ear.

Chryssy, on the other hand, was hardly dressed. Her fat buxom chest laid open to the air, a beautiful sheen of cream-colored fur covering her chest and stomach. Adorning her bottom half was a scant pair of panties, just barely covering her vulva; it was sandwiched there between her muscled thighs, behind which her tail swished. Suffice it to say, Josh was absolutely stunned.

His handler, however, paid no mind. They greeted the lioness with a quick hug, said: “Chryssy. It’s so nice to see you. I’ve been wondering where you’ve been.” They then pointed at Nathan and commented: “Oh, and what a scrumptious piece of arm candy you have there.”

Chryssy chuckled. “Thank you,” she echoed. Her voice was low and smooth. The leash tugged idly against her grasp as Nathan rubbed himself against Zeke’s chest. She said: “You look amazing yourselves. Is that a new suit for Josh?”

Jordyn nodded enthusiastically. “Just came in,” they bragged. “I’ve been thinking about it for months. Doesn’t he look adorable?”

For just a moment, Chryssy’s gaze flicked over to Josh. She looked him up, then down; those predatory eyes glazed over every inch of him. Josh could feel himself shrinking from her imposing glare; and finally, she said: “I think your little boytoy is a little excited to see me, hm?”

Just then, Josh glanced down at himself; and indeed, Chryssy was right. Without even noticing, the boy had become rock-hard; it stuck out from beneath his corset, tensed against the tummy. The sight left his mouth agape; embarrassment washed over him like a wave.

The duck looked left, then right; Chryssy’s extended finger beckoned the room’s attention. Nathan gave a toothy guffaw, wheezing through his mask. Zeke blew air through his nose, clearly ogling at the boy’s member; other partygoers, too, pointed and smirked, whispering amongst themselves.

“Oh my god, he’s so cute…”

“Where the hell did he come from?”

“Jeez, I wish I owned that corset.”

The whole ordeal made Josh’s head spin. His head snapped downward, a show of deference, as he attempted to play it cool. He had never felt so profoundly humiliated; but nonetheless, Chryssy remained sweet.

She said, “Well, your pet is forward, I’ll give him that.” The slightest movement made her arms ripple under the magenta light. Teeth poked from beneath her grinning maw. She then looked at Jordyn and teased: “And at least he’s not humping my leg. I suppose you’ve had him house-trained?”

“The best I could,” Jordyn replied. “But don’t worry – he’s an obedient one. I don’t think I’ve heard him talk back once.”

Chryssy laughed at that. She said, “That’s good. You know, sometimes I wish mine would be a little more obedient.” Her hand then raised in the air, smacked Nathan’s unsuspecting ass; the fox yelped, jumped in the air. A string of whimpers fell from his muffled maw. His tail whipped to and fro.

“You know,” Chryssy said, “I think I have a cute idea. Why don’t we let our pets play a little bit?” She posed her hands on her hips, nodded toward the dining room table – the same one which Josh had been fucked on a couple months prior. The same plush cushion overlaid the hard wood. He shivered.

Jordyn gave an evil laugh; them and Chryssy shared a sadistic glance. Truthfully, Jordyn savored the opportunity to tag-team pets alongside that lioness. On some deep kinky level, the two understood one another; two dommes who could ping-pong off each other with surprising ease. They shared a mutual respect for the art. And who would be better test subjects than their pets?

And so Jordyn gave Josh a little nudge, said: “What do you think, pet? Let’s have a little play date with Nathan, hm?” Cruel joy marinated in her stomach. “Everyone will be watching, but… well, it’s not like that’s stopped you before.”

The assertion made Josh’s heart jump. His breathing sped as he noticed a crowd growing around him – people holding drinks, chattering, laughing, waiting for the main event. The pressure made his knees shake. Ten people were on the edge of their seats now, eagerly rubbernecking the destruction of two beautiful subs.

“O–okay,” Josh whimpered. He shot a frightened glance at Nathan, whose hands were bound above his dick; Chryssy looped her hands around them, guided the muzzled fox to the table.

What happened next sent the crowd into an uproar. Without warning, Chryssy then bent downward, as if preparing a squat; and as she rose, she hooked her paws underneath Nathan’s butt, scooping him up into a flawless bridal carry. The entire motion was effortless; and down he went, plopped onto the table. Cheers erupted from the crowd as Nathan’s cock, half-mast, flopped onto his thighs. His bound hands instinctively flew to his face in a futile attempt to hide his newfound blush; they clacked against his mask.

Jordyn recoiled at the pure badassery that was Chryssy’s entrance; however, they weren’t about to be outdone. With a flick of their wrist, they directed Josh toward the table; and with the other, they unscrewed the tip of Josh’s gas mask. The scent of marijuana smoke wafted inward, mixed with smoke and alcohol.

The domme then leaned inward, whispered: “Josh, dear… are you a good pet for me?”

“Yes,” Josh breathed. The feeling of Jordyn’s hand cradling his back made him feel woozy. “Yes, I’m your good pet.”

Jordyn exhaled, ordered: “Then do me a favor and huff Nathan, hm? I want you to prove your loyalty to me.”

Naturally, Josh’s gaze then shifted to Nathan’s package; a pair of huge, round balls rested beneath his thick cock. The boy’s thighs were chubbier than Josh remembered, almost pillowy; and locked on Nathan’s chest were his hands, quivering in anticipation.

With Nathan’s view obscured, the poor fox could hardly see around him; he could only hear the jeers of the crowd, the commands of his mistress. Strangely enough, one thought kept recurring in his head: He felt absolutely naked without his usual Hawaiian shirt.

“Go on,” Jordyn cooed. They nudged Josh forward; he stumbled toward the table. “I want to see you bent over the table, huffing Nathan. I want you to lose yourself in it. Are we clear?”

Josh nodded, licked his beak. “Yes, ma’am,” he replied. And he lifted himself onto the table, positioning himself between Nathan’s outstretched legs. Kneeling forward, he came closer and closer to the fox’s engorged flesh; for a brief moment, he met the boy’s eyes, clouded with submissive pleasure.

The crowd chirped as Josh then lowered himself onto the fox’s cock; huffing voraciously through the circular hole in his mask, he caught Nathan’s musk. The pungent scent of acrid sweat and body wash coalesced within Josh’s mask, unable to escape. With every huff, the smell intensified. His arms, awkwardly upholding his upper body, nearly faltered.

Josh didn’t even heard Jordyn approach; the next thing he knew, his mask was shoved fully into Nathan’s crotch. The duck’s only airway was near-blocked now; he choked on the fox’s musk. Nathan had been preparing the party for hours, after all. A thin glaze of sweat covered his flesh, begging to be worshiped; and without thinking, Josh began to lap haphazardly at Nathan’s moist fur. His mouth was full of it now. Off to the side, onlookers couldn’t believe their eyes.

“Wow, he’s ravenous…”

“Did he really drop into subspace that quickly?”

Those words, however, only made Josh go harder. Near-breathless, he worshiped Nathan’s cock with his tongue, licking quickly up and down; fuck, he could hardly believe he was doing this in front of everyone. The thought of being such an unrepentant slut exhilarated him. He was hardly even a person anymore. He was a toy, a plaything, designed to be used as his mistresses commanded. He was to put on a show.

Naturally, Nathan absolutely squirmed under Josh’s weight. Like a rabid animal, the duck lapped at the fox’s exposed glans; beads of precum dripped from Nathan’s little prick, each eagerly licked into Josh’s wet mouth.

For a moment, Nathan moved his neck to the left, then right; he caught glimpses of amused faces, camera flashes. It was then that Nathan realized he was being recorded. The realization set him off; his breaths quickened, and he shoved his package haphazardly against Josh’s mask, smearing his lust against his maw. Small tendrils of precum dripped from the mouth hole.

Chryssy loomed over Nathan’s shoulder. She looked down upon him with a condescending smirk, those razor-sharp incisors betraying her murderous lust. Her damp panties didn’t leave much to the imagination.

“Are you a good boy?” Chryssy cooed. She bent closer to Nathan’s head, petted between his ears. “Are you mistress’s good boy? Huh?”

Nathan, however, struggled to speak. Josh’s warm saliva coated his genitals in an act of absolute worship. The sensation was leaving him constantly overstimulated; flashing lights, droning music, all made him feel like he was in a wet fever dream. His mistress’s voice blended seamlessly into the night; so she asked again, “Come on, honey. Who’s my good boy?”

“I–I am,” Nathan choked. Tiny pleasured gasps flew from his maw. “I’m your good boy, mistress. I’m your good boy.”

Chryssy grinned. “Good boy,” she cooed. She then lowered herself a little, placing both her paws over Nathan’s breasts. Her fingertips traced gently across the boy’s stiffening nipples, sending shocks across Nathan’s body. He writhed.

“Mistress,” he cried. “Mistress, I…”

“Yeah?” Chryssy mocked. She pinched his nipples a little, then let go. She eyed Josh, too, who was still slobbering over the fox's cock. So she asked: “You want more? You wanna stop being teased?”

Nathan nodded hurriedly, his legs scrunching against Josh’s neck. “Please,” he begged. His voice was breathy, desperate. “Please, mistress. Please, please, I want more.”

The lioness simply tapped Nathan’s chest, watching as his expression contorted with torment. “Beg more,” she ordered. “Beg for your mistress.”

The fox’s mind felt like it was about to snap. Like a lowly worm, he squirmed against Josh’s mask, his eyes pleading with Chryssy for release. His jaw jabbered as he struggled to put together the words. He said: “P–please, mistress. I want more. More, please.” He moaned. “Please, mistress…”

“Aww.” The coo fell naturally from Chryssy’s lips; something like maternal pride nestled in her bosom. She continued: “You’re an adorable one, you know that?” Her pelvis hovered just above the boy’s face; his foxy nose twitched as he sniffed the air. Faintly, he could smell her lust. Chryssy shot a barely perceptible nod toward Jordyn; the monkey nodded back. Their plan was working.

“Alright, honey,” Jordyn said. They gently petted the back of Josh’s head, still writhing against Nathan’s dick. “I have a new order for you, okay? Are you listening?”

Just barely, Josh thought. The sounds of the party were muffled through his mask; he could hear the clicking of cameras, the uproar of excited partygoers, the drone of punk music. Hell, even the wet lashing of his tongue rattled his empty-headed skull; but even so, he paused, awaiting his next instruction.

Wielding their voice like a bludgeon, the monkey then dipped down, one hand on their hip; and into Josh’s ear, they whispered: “I want you to take Nathan fully inside you now. And I don’t want you to stop until you’ve drank every last drop. Okay?”

Josh whined. He looked around; a larger crowd had gathered now, funneling in from the hallway. At least fifteen people waited with bated breath to see him work. It made him feel simultaneously exhilarated and terrified.

“B–but mistress,” he whined. “There are so many people… they’re all watching.”

Jordyn raised an eyebrow. And with a pat on his head, they said: “Oh, baby… that wasn’t a suggestion.” They savored the words. “That was an order.” And with a hefty push, they shoved the duck’s face downward into Nathan’s eager cock. He groaned as his precum-stained mask hit the fox’s flesh.

“Now get to work.”

Predictably, Josh didn’t waste any time. Placing his palms flat on Nathan’s hips, he delicately maneuvered the boy’s length into the hole in his mask. The opening was barely thick enough to fit it all.

The duck then met Nathan’s tip with a quick peck, a bead of wet precum sticking to his beak in a long strand. Just for show, he pulled himself away enough for the crowd to see – a large tendril of lust, pulled taut all the way from Nathan’s glans into Josh’s mouth hole. The crowd was duly amused.

“It stretched so long! Holy shit…”

“--getting this on video?”

Zeke’s voice boomed over the crowd. He asked, “Anyone want another beer?” But no one wanted any.

Josh then got down to work, sliding Nathan’s cock snugly into his mouth. He rubbed his wet tongue around the boy’s glans, causing Nathan to buck and swerve; his thick chubby thighs bounced manically against the table, his hands instinctively darting to Josh’s head; but they were caught, forced backward over Nathan’s head by Chryssy’s decisive hand. She smirked.

“Did you think you had any control?” she teased. Her huge hand easily wrapped around Nathan’s puny artists. “I don’t want you even thinking about moving. It’s our time to have fun now, hm?”

With her other claw, the lioness then began to pull down her panties; for the first time, out of the corner of his eye, Josh saw beneath the fabric. A large plume of orange-beige pubic fur sprouted from her pelvis, stretching upward onto her belly button like flames. And there, buried beneath that fur, was that distinctive mound Nathan had worshipped countless times before. Lust already leaked from her cunt, a couple small drops leaking down her legs. The sight was enough to set the crowd ablaze.

Nathan absolutely salivated. It felt like his mind was being pulled apart like string cheese; his lower half still experienced utter overstimulation, his length suddenly buried to the hilt inside of Josh’s beak. He could just barely spy the duck’s half-lidded, lust-ridden eyes within the mask; Josh’s irises bobbed like apples in a pool, just barely hanging onto consciousness through pure dedication to fellatio. A true sportsman.

But before he could say anything, Chryssy had already planted her cunt onto Nathan’s soft lips; immediately, he was blasted with the intense musk of her insides. Her entrance rested squarely on his nose, his tongue lolling outward like roadkill, lapping slowly along her clit. And it was then that Nathan remembered something quite important: Chryssy had been working out prior to attending this event. Certainly, Nathan thought, the best thing about dating a martial artist was licking the sweat off her flesh afterward.

And so the two became one; his lips affixed solidly to hers, licking along the creases of her warm vent, penetrating her one moment and teasing her clit the next. Nathan had perfected the art of pleasing his mistress a long time ago; and with a heaving chest, biting her lip, Chryssy growled atop him: “Good boy. Such a good boy. You’re doing so good for me.”

The encouragement only brought Nathan closer to climax. Utterly overwhelmed by scent, taste, and touch, his body began to tense up; his hips lurched forward into Josh’s throat again and again, leaking sticky sour precum against the duck’s soft tongue. The experience was absolutely decadent – Nathan had never felt so profoundly slutty before. It felt good. Really good.

Josh, too, felt the same. With every plunge of his mouth, he took pride in his service. He was just a cocksleeve, after all. And so long as Jordyn willed it, he’d service any number of pets; more than that, he would service them well. He’d make his mistress proud.

But unbeknownst to him, his mistress had one more trick up their sleeve. Watching their pet’s pleasure had made them nearly squirm with jealousy; and seeing Chryssy join in on the fun, Jordyn figured they’d do the same.

With a flourish, Jordyn then undid the zipper on their shorts, revealing a sizable bulge; and with a small nudge, their package popped from the cotton, twitching against the air, yearning for warmth.

Chryssy eyed the performance with a curious grin; her tail wagged like an excited pup, her hips still grinding on Nathan’s lips. And between moans, she said: “This ought to be good.”

Josh, having heard the remark, struggled to parse its meaning; but soon enough, he felt it. Jordyn licked their fingers, then began to trace them lightly along the duck’s pucker. Shocked by the sudden intrusion, the boy jumped, his rim quivering against his mistress’s skin.

Jordyn’s lips curled upward. “What?” they teased. “Did you think I wouldn’t join in? Hm?”

Alas, Josh was far too flustered to respond. Nathan’s musk was incredibly intense now; the scent of his sweat mingled with his saliva, growing gooey thick with lust. The boy was plunging himself against the back of Josh’s throat now, throbbing snugly there with each thrust. And from the other end, Jordyn violated their little toy, slipping the tip of their finger in and out of Josh’s spread ass. Josh instinctively squeezed himself around their finger, but his mistress was unimpeded. The duck yelped. To the side, no less than three partygoers scrambled to capture an image of Josh’s spread ass.

“That’s it, baby,” Jordyn cooed. They plunged their finger further, curling it slightly downward. “You like it, don’t you? You like feeling your mistress inside you, don’t you?”

And indeed, Josh did. His feathered tail quivered with every flick of Jordyn’s finger. Jordyn was up to the first knuckle now, their finger running up against his prostate. Sticky translucent precum leaked from his hanging cock, creating a messy web between his legs. A pool began to form on the table below. He moaned.

“Mistress,” he groaned. His voice emerged as a garbled roar, stymied by Nathan’s length. He moaned it again. “Mistress… Mistress! Please, mistress!”

Jordyn chuckled; they had never quite felt so powerful. The boy’s insides were warm and gummy against their fingertips. They had him fully under their thumb; and so, abusing their power, they asked: “What does my little toy want, hm? You want more?”

Josh nodded the best he could, emphatically shaking his bare butt for the crowd. “Pleash,” he begged. His chest tingled, fluttering at the thought of everyone seeing him at his lowest. “Please, mistress, I want you.”

Normally, Jordyn would have prolonged the main event longer; this time, though, they could hardly resist. It almost hurt not to be inside him. Their cock, full-mast, yearned for stimulation. And, foaming at the mouth, they then found themselves kneeling on the table, aligning themselves with the duck’s entrance. They anchored one hand on Josh’s buttock.

“Get ready,” they growled. “Because I’m not holding back tonight.”

A tiny click then sounded from Josh’s pelvis. A newfound weight hung from him, cold metal against his wet glans; the sensation was so unexpected, it took a moment for him to realize what had happened. With only a flick of their wrist, Jordyn had caged him.

“You’re mine now,” Jordyn growled. “And now that you’re caged… everyone knows it.”

And so the monkey thrust inward; and immediately, Josh felt himself melt into the writhing mass of bodies. His lower half tingled controllably, causing him to shake and writhe. He wasn’t even moving his neck anymore; like a glorified cocksleeve, Nathan simply thrust himself against the back of Josh’s throat. Spurts of lust coated his palate, dripped sloppily from his beak and stained the inside of his mask.

Jordyn was up to the hilt now. They gripped Josh’s thin waist, taking a moment to wave to the cameras, and bent themselves over Josh’s back. Embarrassingly, they could already feel themselves nearing orgasm; the spectacle of the event had rendered them absolutely ravenous. Warm cum churned inside their balls, begged for release.

“Fuck,” they breathed. Their hips shivered in anticipation; their glans throbbed against Josh’s insides. Fuck, Josh was so hot. His mask was disheveled now, coated in fluids. His back was covered in sweat, his feathers sticky with effort. And his moans – oh god, his moans. It was straight out of Jordyn’s biggest fantasy. They couldn’t believe they’d be so lucky to own such a wonderful pet.

“I love you,” Jordyn said. The words passed their lips before they could even think. Their hips hammered away with surprising speed, their balls slapping loudly against the boy’s taint. “I love you… fuck, Josh!”

Jordyn’s brain was promptly scrambled; as if veering in and out of consciousness, the orgasm absolutely wrecked them. For one wonderful moment, they were thrust completely inside of the most perfect boy in the world; and there they remained, completely tensed, as a flurry of orgasmic pleasure flooded their loins. Cum flooded the poor boy’s hole in spurts, bursting from its edges. With each pump, Jordyn’s balls visibly churned. It was quite the sight to behold; cheers echoed from around the room.

Naturally, Josh’s brain was absolutely fried by the sensation; he could feel that warm seed flowing into him with every twitch of Jordyn’s cock. It warmed him from the inside, lubed him up, spurred him to grind further onto Jordyn’s groin. He could feel himself getting close. Even without touching himself, he could sense his cock flaring against the cage, his blood rushing, his chest heaving.

“Mistress,” he called. He gagged on Nathan’s cock like a feral animal, swallowing every last bit of it. He could hear Nathan’s moans getting louder, more intense, as his thighs spasmed against Josh’s cheeks. But he didn’t care. He hardly even needed oxygen anymore. He didn’t exist for himself. He existed to give pleasure, and that was all.

Soon thereafter, Nathan had reached his boiling point. He yelped, his voice lost within Chryssy’s pungent cunt, as he thrust himself mindlessly inside Josh’s mask; and there he remained, lost in the moment, as he pumped his love into the mindless duck’s mouth. Josh swallowed every drop; methodically, milking the boy for all he’s worth, he slid his tongue up and down the fox’s length, taking him all in. The taste was bitter, gooey, and hot. It snaked its way into his nostrils, overwhelmed him. It felt good.

And just then, Josh felt his core warming up too; contracting, scrunching inward, collapsing in on itself. His asshole tightened around Jordyn’s cock; cum spewed him his rim, dripped between his quivering legs, and pooled underneath. A grand moan echoed from within his mask, rang in his ears. The videographers picked it up crystal clear.

“Mistress, I’m cumming!”

And with a pathetic groan, Josh bucked his hips forward. Hot lust spurted from his cock, glistened against his cage, as excruciating pleasure wracked him. Nathan’s cum dripped from his mask as he threw his head back, took deep breaths of air. It was the most overwhelming feeling he’d ever had; a milieu of humiliation, pleasure, and deep-seated satisfaction. It overwhelmed him in the best way; and for just a moment, he failed to exist.

He was gone. It was pleasant.

But as he recognized that pleasantness, the descent began; the flashing neon lights resurfaced, as did the voices, the jeers, the feeling of the table against his palms. Hot blood forced its way to his latex-enclosed cheeks. He was alive again. Alive and exhausted.

Before him still laid Nathan’s cock, half-mast, spent, still dripping wet love against his tummy. Behind him, Jordyn slowly removed themselves from the boy’s moist hole; their length came out with a satisfying pop, followed by a torrent of white-hot cum. It ran down Josh’s legs in a supreme showing of dominance.

“God,” Jordyn sighed, and wiped their brow. They steadied themselves using Josh’s upraised rump. “I’m gonna need a shower after that one.”

“I bet,” Zeke replied. Until now, Josh had hardly noticed him; but now he came flying in like an angel, furnishing fluffy towels. He offered one to Jordyn, who accepted it greedily; he then came to Josh, who was still awkwardly hunched over Nathan’s abdomen, and asked: “You look pretty spent. Need some help?”

Josh nodded absently. “Y—yes,” he blubbered. The taste of cum soured on his lips. His mind swam like a goldfish in a bowl. “And can you take this mask off? Please? I feel like I’m gonna pass out.”

The goat then did exactly as he was asked. He removed the hood from Josh’s sweaty face, then sat the boy at the end of the table, his legs hanging off like the end of a dock. Jordyn came and sat next to him; and in the back, Chryssy and Nathan leaned against one another. They talked non-distinctly. Everyone smelled terrible. The cameras had begun to disperse.

“That was the most amazing sex ever,” Josh breathed. He took a sip of water from Zeke’s outstretched hand. “I can’t believe that just happened.”

The goat tilted his head, flashed a smirk. “Well, you did good,” he said. “You four put on quite a show. Probably the most intense this apartment has seen.”

Jordyn chuckled at that. They replied, “Oh, that’s a lie. I’ve seen some bloody stuff here…”

The two had a good laugh at that. Josh then leaned his head on Jordyn’s shoulder, listened idly to the voices of his loved ones. He relished this moment more than he thought he would; a moment without sex, without flirting, without any of it. They were recovering now, sharing food, talking like normal people. A wholesome end to an otherwise completely overwhelming night.

His vision began to blur; the boy had been fucked absolutely stupid, and wanted nothing more than to fall asleep in his partner’s lap. So he laid his head there – his moist, make-up smudged head – and shut his eyes. He could feel Jordyn’s flaccid dick against his temple. Zeke lightly petted his arm, too, beckoning him to rest.

“I love you,” Josh muttered. He didn’t know if anyone heard it. He didn’t even know who it was addressed to. He was happy to be alive. The lights faded beneath heavy eyelids. His head swam in technicolor radio static.

And he lapsed.