House Rules
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House Rules
~Story by Steel~
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The finals were closing in, and Jon was stressed. Even though he was more than likely to pass whatever exam was thrown at him, he couldn’t help it; this was how it always had been for the chubby golden retriever. First, he would stress and whine about how things are, and then he could finally relax after passing all of his exams with the highest grade in his class.
Jon’s morning started like any other morning of a very stressful day. His hand heavily flapped on top of his nightstand when his alarm started to ring; finally managing to find it, he snoozed it. Straightening his back, he grabbed his glasses and very unwillingly got out of the bed, walking towards the bathroom to wash his face.
His half-lidded eyes found the doorknob, and his hands instinctively found the sink before he faced it with his disheveled face. His hair was a total mess, and his eyes were swollen from a heavy sleep. He sighed and turned on the water, which, with the sound of water splashing onto the sink, feels like it’s the loudest thing on earth to the sleepy canine.
After doing his usual morning routine—combing his fur, fixing his hair, and washing his face—Jon went back to his bed to grab his clothes and his lab coat. He gave one last look at the mirror before leaving to check if anything was wrong.
Chubby golden retriever, with his caramel-colored fur, was usually well-kept, the finals week being a slight exception. His white-colored birthmark that stretched from his left eye to his left shoulder was a defining feature of the young canine, which he wasn’t fond of much at first, but as he grew older, he realized that it was something that made him unique. He had a belly, but that never bothered him either, as he loved how he looked currently.
When his self-checkup was done, Jon grabbed his bag and left his room. When he stepped inside the living room, he was met with a not-so-pleasing view of his flatmate passed out on the couch with a spilled beer bottle in his hand, knocked out cold. His flatmate, named Brandon, was a bear with a muscular body, which got him the scholarship for playing on the rugby team of their college. His fur was a darker shade of brown, and it was anything but well kept.
The bear loved drinking all night, having loud conversations with his friends online, and watching sports channels until he passed out, which, according to their house rules, it was very clear that no noise should be made after midnight according to section 1. “Any kind of loud noise after midnight is prohibited, as silence is required for a good night’s rest.” Brandon, of course not following that rule, was loud all night, which led to Jon not getting a proper sleep, therefore causing him to wake up groggy. Despite not seeing eye-to-eye with the bear, Jon could barely confront the muscular bear due to his social anxiety and his fear of being bullied, which Brandon often did, even though it was mostly teasingly.
The annoyed canine sighed with annoyance. While Jon is a believer in having a structure and some rules, his flatmate was the opposite. No matter how many talks they had, after following them a day or two, Brandon would always get back to his old self, doing whatever he pleased.
If Jon didn’t have to rush, he would have yelled at the bear for being such a slobby flatmate, or so he wanted to believe, but other than the fact that he was intimidated by the bear up to a point, he also pitied the bear for not having much financial power. If Jon were to kick him out of the flat, Brandon would surely have a hard time.
Without waking up the bear, Jon swallowed his broken pride for not being able to stand up for himself even though he had the means to do so and left the flat. Like any other day, he put his earbuds on and tried to forget the not-ideal morning he had as much as he could.
After going through a couple of exams and a rigorous study session spent in the library, around 8pm Jon came back home, only to find the place even messier than it was. To top the fact that the place was as messy as a rebellious teenager’s room, Brandon brought his teammates to hang out. Which was also against the rules according to section 2. “If, in any case, there were to be a social gathering in our shared space, the other flatmate should be notified at least 24 hours prior to the event.”
Frozen at the threshold of the door, Jon couldn’t say a word. On his couch, three half-naked rugby players, just with their shorts on, their sweaty tank tops either on the floor or in their hands, are waving as the match playing on TV is getting heated. A couple of bottles of beer are sitting inside of a bucket filled with ice on the ground, and a couple of empty ones are on the desk. Multiple types of snacks are scattered all around the small table in front of the couch, and the mess was beyond understandable, with parts of chips and crackers littering the floor and rug.
On the couch, other than Brandon, there were Fred and Jayce as well. Fred was a rhino who was the football team’s strongest and scariest member to go against; he had a reputation among those who are interested in the sport and even a nickname, “Bulldozer.” Jayce was the calmer one of the trio; the tiger had a shy personality outside of the matches he went on. He would only speak if spoken to and wouldn’t engage with anyone that he isn’t close with unless he is forced to.
“Oh hey nerd, welcome back! Why don’t you come sit with us?” Yelled Brandon as he waved his beer bottle, spilling a couple of drops onto the couch.
Staggered in his place, Jon stood still. He got pulled back from the frozen state he was in by a tug on his shoulder from the rhino that got up to grab more beers from the fridge, which apparently Jon didn’t even notice that he got up in the first place.
In Fred’s hand, there were two ice-cold beer bottles.
“Hey man, you really look tired. Why not relax with us for the night? Come watch the game; it’s really good tonight. It’s the final match.” Rhino said nonchalantly.
If the massive hand on Jon’s shoulder that shook him enough to lose his balance for a second wouldn’t have brought him out of shock, the scent would have because, despite working in the lab with chemicals all day, Jon’s tired yet sensitive nose got hit by a stench of sweat mixed with Fred’s beer breath. After collecting his composure for a second, not wanting to be mean despite being angry at his flatmate, Jon calmly spoke.
“Umm, Brandon,” he said with a forced smile. “You didn’t tell me that you were having your friends over.” Jon laughed nervously right after as he got dragged by the rhino’s grip on his shoulder.
“Ah, me and the boys just wanted to have some drinks after an extensive workout.” Brandon said, followed by a laugh. “You really should join us. Let’s have some drinks and then have a chat over some stuff that I’ve been meaning to talk to you about.” He said and patted the empty side of the couch.
Unwillingly, Jon was walked to sit on the couch; the scent of sweat was even more powerful now that he was between the rhino and the bear. He reluctantly accepted the beer from the rhino’s hand and started watching the play, hoping to disassociate until the ‘boys’ go away.
Jon thought he would get used to the smell by now, but the scent of sweat just kept overwhelming his sensitive canine nose, up to a point where he could make out their individual musk. His eyes started to dart involuntarily each time another wave of musk hit his nose.
On his left, Fred raised his arms to cheer a score made by their team, and he could tell that the wave that just infiltrated his lungs was coming off of Fred when he did so. His sweat was somehow more potent from a distance. He didn’t have any fur other than some body hair, so his sweat wasn’t imprisoned by such a thing, so his furless skin was forming beads of sweat to constantly drip off of his skin.
On his right, Bear was scratching his belly, now looking bigger than normal, probably with all the beer filling him up. His scent was lighter but more constant. Even though Jon didn’t find it to be too disturbing compared to Fred’s, as more time passed, the accumulation of constant attacks on his nose from his right made it impossible to ignore as well.
Every time Fred moved, Jon’s eyes darted left, to the rhino’s pits specifically, and each time Brandon moved, burped, or did anything ‘Brandon-like,’ his attention shifted to Bear, and his eyes landed on his shameful underwear, which was supporting a bulge.
The realization of what he was doing struck Jon several times, but each time he found an excuse. He was disgusted by all. It was against the house rules. Jon kept justifying his stolen glances.
On the armchair, the tiger was sitting way more calmly compared to the other two. All Jayce was doing was watching the game, making a couple of comments about what players did right or wrong, and munching on some snacks. “At least he is not being obnoxious like the rest,” Jon thought.
During all his dissociative thinking, Jon was abruptly brought back to reality with a slight, teasing slap on his shoulder by Brandon.
“Hahaha, man, If I knew you were going to enjoy our company and game this much, I would have planned something like this sooner. You were like a statue for the last hour!” commented the Bear.
“An hour?!” Jon thought to himself. He couldn’t possibly have been sitting between these two brutes for the last hour, right?—then Jon saw the clock; it was both past his bedtime and it’s really been an hour.
Jon was shocked and couldn’t muster the power to say anything; he just looked at Brandon dumbfoundedly.
“Ayyy, it’s okay, bro! You gotta let loose a little every now and then, right?” His words were half-sluggish; it must be from the alcohol, Jon thought.
“R-right…” Jon was trying to make sense of the whole situation as he was trying to speak. “You were going to talk to me?” He posed it more as a question, “About something.” Jon said to the bear.
“OH! Right!!” Brandon just yelled. “Yeah, I was gonna talk to you about our house rules.” He ended his sentence with a weird intonation and a very slight smirk.
“House rules? But why? They’re perfect! I designed them specifically to—” Jon’s uprising was cut short as Brandon cut him off.
“You worry too much that’s why.” Brandon said with a light chuckle that followed afterwards.
Brandon shifted in his place during their exchange to lean back on the armrest of their sofa, sitting cross-legged while facing Jon. He positioned himself in a way that his socked paws would be facing Jon, which struck Jon’s nose with an unfamiliar new musky scent.
“I think you should learn to relax a bit. I’ve heard something like exposure therapy; some nerd was talking about it during one of the post-game celebrations.” He grinned, curling his toes nonchalantly. “That was the whole reason he was there to begin with even. Poor boy was trying to beat his ‘social anxiety,’ he told us,” Brandon added, getting more and more comfortable on the sofa.
“What was he trying to achieve—” Jon stopped himself for a split second, he wasn’t even aware why he asked such question. Normally he wouldn’t care, nothing but his classes would be of importance to him. However, he was distracted. He wasn’t entirely sure of what, maybe because of the smell, or maybe it’s because of how out of the norm this whole situation that he’s been in is, but he was distracted regardless. And Brandon knew.
The bear switched how his legs were set, putting one onto the other. With the movement, scent hit Jon again. Something started to feel wrong to the nerdy dog, his flatmate was acting rather unusual, even for him, and he too was just not reacting as he normally would. He was gonna protest; he should have protested a long time ago.
“I think—” He tried to speak, before brandon cut him off again.
“You think too much.” Another wave of scent, coming in a rush like it’s a solid matter. Although, for some reason, Jon started to notice it less and less. That didn’t bother him as much as he thought it would.
“But well…” Brandon continued with a now, wider grin on his smug face. “If you must now, it turns out he was a faggot who was too shy to suck a cock…” that word and phrasing made Jon gasp out of shock. He wasn’t used to such vulgar speech nor openness regarding such topics. He was about to voice his emotions, but just as he inhaled to speak, the scent rushed into his lungs, and for some reason, he stopped worrying about it.
“… he was a whimpering mess by the end.” Brandon finished his short story with a laugh, almost too proud of it. Unfortunately for him, Jon wasn’t able to listen to the whole thing since he dissociated around the middle of it.
“So—” Brandon raised his voice a bit with a clap of his hands. “I found the liberty of adding some rules already, I will be adding some more as I see fit.” His smile as wide as ever. “You should go check them out. But before that…” He stopped and looked at the others. Jon almost forgot about them while they were talking, yet here they were, coming closer to the couch.
Rhino approached them with heavy steps that Jon could feel vibrating throughout his whole body even through the couch. His arm wrapped around Jayce, who still looks a bit shy while walking over to where the bear and Jon stand. The dog was unaware of what was nervous about what was happening. The unknown was eating the poor canine alive. Yet, he couldn’t move a muscle.
Rhino, with the tiger standing near him, under his sweaty-looking arms stood over Jon. His empty and questioning gaze got interrupted by the loud bear.
“GROUP HUG!” yelled Brandon loudly, making Jon jump.
Before Jon was able to protest the physical contact with his sweaty roommate and his somehow ever sweatier guests, all three collapsed on the dog, almost drowning him in their musks.
The moment when the first wave of testosterone-filled scent hit Jon’s sensitive muzzle, time slowed down for him. Surprisingly enough, he could differentiate the scent coming from each football player. Brandon’s was heavy, a mix of beer sweat and—leather? He would have thought that the leather might be from the football gear, but he was pretty sure that the leather wasn’t the material used on their sports gear.
His train of thought fell apart when the scent of rhino struck him. His was more potent with sweat, and there was a hint of another salty scent, a familiar one at that. After another involuntary inhale, a frightening realization caused a rumble in Jon’s already shaken mind. “I can’t possibly be smelling cum on Fred, right?” he thought. From several different sources at that.
Then Jayce’s scent got added into the mix. Tiger was definitely less musky than the rest, and additionally, he had the decency to use deodorant with a lavendery scent. Jon was grateful to Tiger for that.
After what felt like several minutes, they stopped suffocating the nerdy dog and gave him some space. Jon, being still dazed by all of the events of the evening, was staring straight ahead with a blank look.
“Man, I know he’s one hell of a unit, but I don’t think he swings that way, Jon.” Says the bear, and snickered, looking at the dog’s below waist.
The blood pumped to Jon’s face in an instant the moment he noticed what Brandon was referring to. His pants, as baggy as they were, now had an easily noticeable bulge directed at the rhino. His eyes darted between all three players that were looking at him. Brandon’s laughter was loud, and Rhino had a smirk on his face, while Jayce was averting his eyes from him with a light redness on his face. His fight or flight response kicked in, and Jon chose flight.
“I- Umm- IT’SNOTWHATYOUTHINK!” he managed to scream as he was running to his room.
When he got to his room, he shut the door with haste. His face was flushed, and he could feel the warmth on both on his face and in his pants. He couldn’t make sense of any of it. He was never attracted to guys like that. He knew he wasn’t straight, but he never imagined himself getting aroused by such things like that.
“Scent of sweat? Really? There was not a chance that he got aroused from all that; it must have been something else.” He thought. “Maybe it was the beer. Yeah, it has to be bear. But then, why was he still thinking of it?” He raised his hands to his temple and started rubbing them with frustration. He was raised better than all this. He wasn’t just some slut who is hungry for a manly sweaty scent. And the way Brandon curled and flexed his toes right in front of his face, as if that’s something he would make love to?
*PING*
A notification sound got his attention. With it, he pulled out his phone to see the message from Brandon. “Oh btw, the first couple of new rules are inside of an envelope on your bed. Make sure to read them well.” This jerk… Does he think he can order me around and change the house rules he meticulously thought and written just like that?
Even though he was unwilling, his curiosity got the best of him, and he walked towards his bed to reach for the envelope. He held the red envelope in his hands before looking at him with half excitement and half fear, but eventually excitement overcame the unreasonable fear, and he opened it.
Just like before, when he sat by Brandon, a similar scent wafted from the paper as he did so. “This fucking prick! Did he actually rub this paper to his musky and mouthwatering crotch?” he grumbled to himself.
He instinctually and unwillingly started reading the three rules that had been written onto the stained white page.
- The laundry day will only happen on Sundays. We need to save water; washing them whenever they get musky dirty is not economic.
“That is ridiculous, the water bill isn’t even that high, and I can easily afford it. It’s not like he chips in that much.” Jon thought, but then he inhaled that scent again. “I guess it couldn’t be that bad though.” He mumbled to himself on second thought before his eyes darted to the second rule.
- I (Brandon) often get cold easily, so the money we save on water will be used on heating instead. The air conditioner will always remain over 23 degrees Celsius. If it ever gets too hot for any of us, any house member is encouraged allowed to remove their clothing to their comfort.
That didn’t make sense at all, if anyone shouldn’t feel cold inside their apartment, it was Brandon. He was a bear, his coat was thicker than Jon’s. So is his cock. Jon gasped at the sudden thought of his flatmate’s cock. Why would he even— But then again, it was a shared house space after all. If his flatmate will feel better like this, Jon wouldn’t mind it as much. They were gonna save some money from water bill anyways so they could probably afford heating just as well. The thought of seeing his friend topless caused an uncomfortable throb in his pants, making Jon shake away the thought and move on to the third and last new rule of the first three.
- I (Brandon) can bring any friends I like to hang out with us. I know you weren’t in favor of this before, but I’m sure you’ll learn to like it once you meet them.
This one might have been the worst and the most harmless of the three rules that he has read at the same time. Jon wasn’t really comfortable meeting with people, but Jayce and Fred today were nice enough that he didn’t mind them that much. And Brandon was right; he couldn’t tell the time when he was hanging out with them after all. Besides Fred’s musk… “Omg Jon pull yourself together. What the hell are you thinking?” A self-protesting thought made him realize his raging need inside his pants once again.
With a sigh, he gave his manhood a squeeze. A jolt of pleasure shook his whole body, making Jon tremble with ecstasy. However, the same thing that caused his boner kept him away from playing with it. It was getting late anyway, so it would be better if he got some rest. He could talk to Brandon about how stupid his rules were tomorrow morning.
He put his head to his pillow and slowly drifted to a night’s rest with his flatmate’s laughter and moans? He wasn’t sure, and it didn’t matter. He was supposed to be resting, and that is what he will do.
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Jon was on his knees; three pairs of cocks were right in front of his muzzle. Joy. Pleasure. Everything was overwhelmingly feeling amazing. The scent permeating from the gray, beer-can-thick cock and the fuzzy and longer cock of the same width was rewiring his brain into submission. “You think too much, faggot.” That’s right, why would he think when he can just submit? So submit he did. Dragging his tongue across the sweaty cocks one by one, not paying attention to who they belonged to. Behind him a hand caressing his round buttocks gently yet with curiosity he never thought someone might have had.
After getting those monster cocks all wet, with a guidance behind his head, he was forced down on the fuzzy cock. The involuntary gag caused by the girthy cock got a chuckle out of the bear, but he wasn’t told that he could move his head back, so instead he forced his body to adjust his throat to the cock of the guy he’s servicing, waiting several seconds while the pubes of his abuser tickled his nose, showering it with his overwhelming musk.
The gray and thick cock, meanwhile, kept rubbing his face from his left side. Smearing pre only to enrich the already overwhelming musk, causing Jon’s dick to twitch in anticipation. Making him realize that his cock isn’t hard, or rather, can’t get hard.
His one hand reached down to grab where his cock once was only to find a metal contraption that imprisoned his dick, turning it into a tiny dicklet. His eyes widened at the realization, causing him to lose control of his own throat, making him gag again.
A familiar sound chuckled above him. “Looks like our new faggot noticed that his tiny dick isn’t his anymore.”
Another chuckle joined the other one. “Don’t keep me waiting boy, get to work on this too.” The bigger figure slapped his own cock onto his calloused hand several times, getting needy and teary-eyed Jon’s attention to it. With the hand behind his back letting him go, Jon hungrily jumped at the now presented cock.
Behind him the hands never stopped their caressing, sometimes moving lower under his tail to probe his twitching hole. Jon involuntarily arched his back for the willing intruder, giving him more courage to discover his needy orifice more.
The figure behind Jon huffed in return to his eagerness. He pushed a digit inside the subdued doggy’s hole in a circular motion, getting a moan out of him in response, which only came out muffled due to his mouth being busy with a thick cock going in and out.
Then—
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With a gasp, Jon woke up from his dream with a sudden jolt. The dream felt a little too real, but why would he dream of such a thing when— He hears a knock on the door.
“Yo Jon, wake up already. Damn.” Brandon called out from the other side of the door.
“Y-yeah, okay!” he responded.
He immediately pulled himself out from the bed and put a shirt on. He felt like he forgot something at first, but then everything felt in place. Only then did he leave his room.
When he got into the living room, Brandon was sitting by the table, looking through his phone. On the other chairs he also saw Jayce and Fred. They weren’t wearing anything but tank tops, and Brandon was sitting only with his socks on, looking less white than yesterday. Jon was about to protest, then he remembered the new house rules, which shut him up. It was hot in the flat, so it was only normal for them to not wear anything.
He instinctually walked towards the kitchen to prepare some breakfast for his flatmate and his guests. He felt like doing it today; it was the least he could do for the men of the house his friend, and his guests, after all.
After a bit of preparation, he set down the plates on the table for them and headed back to the fridge to get drinks. Just as he was about to open the fridge, he saw the newly pinned paper with “New House Rules” written on it. He stares at it silently for a bit; the familiar scent is there again. Actually, now to think of it, the smell was there ever since he woke up, he just didn’t realize it.
Was the smell coming from him too? No way he could have smelled like them. Right? Jon got pulled away from his self questioning not long after into his rambling by his friend Master Brandon.
“Oh, you’ve seen the new rules?” the bear asked.
“Y-Yeah. I—I thought you weren’t going to give them to me until later.” He managed to speak while his eyes were still glued to the paper, despite his ears facing towards his Master.
“I thought you deserved them. Especially after last night~” he said with a smirk, getting smug looks towards him from others on the table as well.
“Wh- What? What do you mean?” He tried asking, despite his hard efforts of trying not to look at the paper.
“Hey slut~” Brandon was about to scream every swear he knew at him the moment he heard that insult. Who the hell does he think he is?! That annoying prick— “You think too much. Read the rules out loud. Each number.”
Lightning. As if lightning hit his head, Jon froze. Slowly turned his head towards the paper and started to read it.
OBEY BRANDON
OBEY YOUR FLATMATE.
OBEY YOUR FLATMATE’S FRIENDS.
YOU LOVE SUCKING COCK
YOU LISTEN THE BETTER MEN
YOU ARE A FAGGOT WHO YEARS FOR COCK, SO WORK FOR IT
OBEY
LISTEN
SUBMIT
DON’T THINK TOO MUCH.
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Jon, with a monotonous tone, just read the rules. Once, twice, thrice… he felt a hand guiding and walking him towards the table. While he’s still repeating the ‘rules,’ the same hand guided him to the table, made him kneel with a small pressure on his shoulders, and pushed him under the table. He was now kneeling under the table, still mumbling the rules.
“Hey slut?” Fred spoke this time. “You think too much. Why don’t you suck my toes?” he ordered even though he posed it as a question. Without a second of waiting, he knelt down even lower, to the rhino’s massive paws, and started making love with them. His manhood ached, and when his hand reached to find the source of the ache, his trembling hands found a metal cage trapping his cock instead. With Rhino’s toes in his mouth, the shock of the realization of his dick being caged brought his consciousness back for a second, and he pulled away.
“What the f—” Before even Jon swore, Brandon talked over him. “You think too much again. Suck my cock.” The order was definite, and Jon was too powerless to stop his body from submitting to the voice of his master. So he repositioned himself in front of the bear’s cock and took his soft member into his mouth until it hardened enough to block his airway.
“What the fuck, man?” Fred protested above him after Brandon took the slut for himself. “Whatever, move him over so at least I can use this faggot as a footstool.” Jon didn’t even register what was being said.
After several minutes, all he could think about were the rules. That he should listen, that he should obey. In the end, after some time, Jon was on his knees, his ass being gaped by the not-so-shy-now Jayce, his back supporting Fred’s paws, and his throat warming Brandon’s cock.
“New house rules, fag. You’ll get used to them. You can forget about that tiny dick in its cage and start servicing real men.” Those were the last things Jon fully understood. Days, weeks, and months went by. His academic goals were no more. Just cocks to choke on, paws to make love with and his master to obey…