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The Bound _Leaves_bookshop attracted all types of customers, but in June the clientele got especially interesting. Pride month had that effect--it let people feel more comfortable about being open. And the kink friendly bookstore was just the place for people to be open.

That was why Joe wasn't really surprised to see the painted dog sitting in the upstairs--the adults only section of the store--café wearing a shirt tie-dyed into a bisexual Pride flag. He was wearing black shorts, which made the shirt stand out even more against his tan, white, and black patched fur. But it wasn't the dog's clothing that caught the hyena's attention--it was another item of his apparel. Hanging from a black leather thong around the painted dog's neck was a key. It was a small key, so much so that Joe couldn't tell what it was until he'd walked by the dog's table on his way to the café counter. Now, iced chai in paw, the hyena was considering his seating options.

The café wasn't that crowded, so there were plenty of choices. But the painted dog continued to hold Joe's attention. Of course, if the hyena asked to sit with him, it would be pretty clear that he was interested in more than conversation. Which was technically the case--Joe had been on a dry streak when it came to finding dates. The hyena didn't want to make assumptions, but if the painted dog's apparel was anything to go by, he'd at least listen to Joe.

The hyena looked himself over: video game t-shirt and jeans didn't exactly scream someone looking for a guy. Not like literally wearing such a statement--sort of--on your sleeve. Joe worried over it for a moment, weighing it in his mind. Finally he shook himself and moved forward. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. He approached the painted dog's table and cleared his throat. "Afternoon. Would you mind some company?"

The painted dog looked up from his e-reader and flashed a smile that made Joe's heart race. "Not at all. Especially from someone as handsome as you turned out, Joe."

The hyena blinked in shock and stared hard at the other man. His muzzle dropped as he finally recognized the other from back in community college. "Arthur? Art? Holy shit it's you!"

"Was wondering if you'd recognize me," Art said with a laugh as he stood up and put a paw out. "But I guess that's my fault for dropping completely off the face of the earth on you."

"I should have," Joe replied as he shook the other's paw. "It looks like six years has been good to you."

The painted dog looked down at himself, giving Joe the opportunity to look his old friend over more closely. Art had a lean frame, and his shirt hugged his fur tight enough that the hyena could see the dog's muscles outlined. The shorts were on the tight side as well--since Art was sporting a noticeable bulge even through denim. Joe's eyes snapped back to the dog's brown ones, but the twisted lip on Art's muzzle told the hyena that his inspection of the painted dog's package hadn't gone unnoticed.

Art laughed and guided Joe to the other chair at his table before resuming his own seat. "You're looking good yourself."

"Thanks," the hyena said. But with a plain black polo and matching dress shorts that didn't do much to hide his slightly prominent belly, Joe didn't feel much like it. He squirmed in his seat.

"I mean it," the other pressed. "Like, I hope I'm not being forward, but you pinged the gaydar. And I got 'interested' vibes from you. Even before I recognized you."

"Oh."

"Don't worry about it man. Ha! We can talk about that later. We got some catching up to do first. How the heck have you been?"

Joe took a deep breath and settled in. His nerves didn't go away but they faded as the talk turned to the old days and what they'd been doing since they last saw each other. There was a lot to cover, since they'd both been through college and had started careers since their time as friends in. Joe had gone on to be a programmer while Art had gotten a scholarship for information security that had him move halfway across the country. Now, in a moment of serendipity, he was moving back to take a position with the company Joe worked for. Just in time for Pride month.

"You weren't out the last time we went for tea," Joe said, his tail thumping against the sides of the chair.

"Neither were you," Art returned with a laugh. "But that's okay. It was quite the revelation for me."

"I can imagine. I hope where you were was as accepting of it as this town is."

"Not so much," the painted dog said before taking a sip of his tea. "One of the things that drew me to the job here was hearing how this place did Pride right. Haven't been disappointed."

"I hope not," Joe replied, finishing his own drink.

"Hey, com'on. I found an old friend who turned out to be downright handsome. I think I'm doing pretty well. What do you think?"

"I. I think I had a lucky break."

"That's the spirit! Not trying to pressure you or anything but if you are looking to hook up, my afternoon is free."

"I admit I was, but I wasn't expecting to find one. Let alone a friend who'd be willing."

"Sounds like a lucky day," Art smiled as he collected his things. "My place is a couple blocks from here. If you want. It's up to you."

Joe hesitated, staring at the gold metal of the key standing starkly against the pink and purple swirls. He could guess what it was: it was too small for any ordinary lock. Art had apparently picked up a kink or two along with coming to realize his sexuality. He would fit right in with the Pride crowd. The hyena wrestled with his curiosity, his desire to be a good friend, and his horniness. His desire to be a friend won.

"Thanks," Joe replied, licking his lips. "But I don't want to cause any issues with your partner."

"Partner?"

Art cocked his head and gave the hyena such a quizzical look that Joe was taken aback. For a long moment, he could only stare at the painted dog, working his muzzle though no words came out. He gave up on the attempt and finally just pointed at the key hanging around his old friend's neck.

The painted dog looked down, looked back at the hyena, and then laughed. He clutched his sides and rocked back in his seat. Joe laughed nervously while Art finally composed himself and wiped tears from his eyes. Silence returned for a moment, then the painted do hopped up and took the hyena's paw and pulled him upright.

"If that's bothering you, I'm not seeing anyone. I'll explain when we're alone. If you still want to."

Joe looked the dog in his golden eyes, still wrestling with the decision. But now curiosity and horniness could counter being a friend's argument. The decision was made. "Yeah. I want to. And now I'm even more curious about that key."

"Good," Art said, his tail a blur behind him. "That's the whole point of wearing it."

With that, Art led Joe out of the café. The hyena was still puzzled, but he was okay with going along for the ride. Wasn't like he was having much luck, and here was someone he knew saying he'd be down for a hookup. Art was right--maybe this was his lucky day. Was it something he really wanted to question?

He laughed and allowed himself to be led down the street. This part of town took Pride seriously: with rainbow, bi, trans, and ace Pride flags were everywhere. The only people to take notice of two guys holding hands gave an approving smile and a nod before carrying on their own business.

Joe was on cloud nine. Back in college, he hadn't really given much thought to sex or his sexuality at all. But now, thinking back on all the times he'd hung out with Art, gone to dinner and a movie, or played games till 2 am--they'd practically been dating. If either of them would have had the sense to see it. Perhaps it was Fate that had brought them back together--not that the hyena believed in that. He was just glad to have a hookup that he didn't have to do the awkward icebreaking with. The hyena's tail was a blur behind him the entire half mile to Art's apartment.

They made it to the building before the painted dog finally asked the question. "So, what's you pleasure? I'm a switch, so whatever you're feeling is good with me."

Joe thought about it while they passed the front desk and down to the elevators. Art pushed the call button and turned to the hyena, a patient but questioning look in his eyes. Joe swiveled his ears and sniffed. No one seemed to be close. "Kinda feeling an under my tail itch."

Art smiled. "Are you now?"

"Yeah," Joe replied as the elevators chimed and the doors slid open. "But I'm good with whatever too."

They stepped inside, and the painted dog selected his floor. The doors barely closed before he turned and lunged at the hyena, knocking them both against the wall as the elevator started moving. Their muzzles met, and Joe sighed as he enjoyed his first kiss in over a month.

"Good?" Art asked as he broke the kiss.

"Yeaaaah," Joe sighed. The hyena squirmed as he felt the stirring in his loins. "Holy shit I forgot how good letting someone else lead was..."

"As long as you're good," the painted dog said. He took a half step back and fingered his necklace. "But you wanted to know who's key this is?"

"Yeah."

"Ask."

"Who's key is that?"

Art leaned in, took hold of the hyena's paw and pressed it against his own groin. Joe gasped as his fingers pressed against something much firmer than a sheath. He groped the painted dog, feeling the contours of the chastity cage and the padlock on the front. He gave Art's balls a playful squeeze.

"So big guy," the painted dog moaned. "You think you're good enough to unlock me?"

Joe giggled and dropped his paw as the elevator chimed and the doors opened. They stepped out and headed down the hall. "Does that line work with ladies too?" Joe asked, still chuckling.

"The guys tend to like it more," Art admitted as he pulled his keys out. "But it does sometimes. I had one lady friend who was big in the local BDSM scene that I tried it on. Oh boy, was that a fun time. Only time I've ever begged to take it off."

They remained quiet until they reached the painted dog's apartment. Art let them in, and gave Joe the quick tour. He pointed the hyena towards the bathroom, and headed to the bedroom. Joe made sure he was ready and then followed after his hookup.

As soon as he laid eyes on the painted dog, he felt overdressed. Art had stripped down to just a jockstrap that hugged the curves of the cage around his plump sheath and showed off his balls. The only other thing he wore was the necklace with his key. His paws were tucked behind his head, and his tail hammered the mattress beside him as he watched the hyena appraising him. Joe's eyes ran down his old friend's lean, tone body--the fur trimmed short enough to show off the flat abdominals. The hyena licked his muzzle as he tried to follow the random swirls of black, white, and yellow running through the tan fur.

Art motioned the hyena over to the bed. "Someone looks a bit overdressed."

Joe looked down at himself and hesitated. For a heartbeat, the nerves returned. But he was also too horny to turn back now. His paws dropped to his waist and undid his belt. His shorts dropped to the floor, followed by his polo as he stepped out of them and towards the bed. Art let out an appreciative chirp as he looked the hyena over.

The hyena wasn't quite as fit as the dog, sporting a prominent belly. Otherwise, he was reasonably fit, though he wore his brown spotted fur a bit longer than Art did. Still, he was wagging as the painted dog licked his muzzle as he gazed at Joe. Art's eyes eventually settled on the tent forming in the hyena's red boxer briefs, and his chirping grew more excited. Joe felt the heat rush to his ears he settled on the bed next to the painted dog.

"Very nice," Art said in a seductive whisper. "Shall we continue?"

Joe took a deep breath. "Yes."

"Okay." Art leaned over, the warmth of his breath passing over the hyena's nose. "Don't be afraid to say if that changes."

Joe nodded, and their muzzles met in a kiss that was even better than the one in the elevator. Paws began to wander as they held it, exploring curves and provoking squeaks and moans as fingers found sensitive areas. Joe's wandered up Art's sides, coming to rest on his shoulders as they broke the kiss. The painted dog had a different destination in mind, as his paw went down the hyena's stomach and came to rest on the bulge below Joe's waist. Joe gasped as Art's finger's closed around his shaft and began stroking through the fabric.

"Beautiful," the painted dog breathed as his practiced fingers pulled down the hyena's waistband and exposed his pink shaft to the air. With some wiggling from Joe, Art pulled the underwear all the way off before returning to Joe's cock. His paw closed around it, getting a moan as he gave it a gentle stroke. "Still want me under your tail?"

Joe almost reconsidered. The dog's strokes had him almost fully out of his sheath. Whatever they were going to do, he wasn't going to last long. But he still wanted that itch scratched. "Yeah. I do."

"You know what to do, then."

The hyena didn't respond in words. He didn't have to. Art leaned his head back so that Joe easily lifted the necklace over the dog's round ears. The hyena took hold of the key and looked down at Art's crotch. The dog smiled and skootched into position to give Joe access to his crotch.

With a little help, the hyena relieved Art of his jockstrap, freeing his still locked equipment to dangle enticingly before Joe's eyes. The painted dog looked like he was better endowed than Joe was, which drew an appreciative growl from the hyena. A hint of pink pressed against the metal confines of the cage enclosing Art's plump sheath, a dribble of pre escaping from the tip. The warm, grassy wood scent of the dog's arousal filled the air, adding to the similar earthy scent from the hyena.

With tentative movements, Joe fondled the dog's balls with one paw before bringing the key to the lock. "How long has it been?" The hyena asked.

"Three. Oh. Weeks."

"Heh. Neither of us are going to last long," Joe said as he finally managed to get the key in the tiny padlock.

"Sorry."

"Not complaining." The lock clicked and the hyena pulled it off. A moment later the cage followed.

Instantly, the painted dog's shaft launched from his sheath. Joe giggled as he stroked the other's shaft, enjoying the chirps and moans that his attentions drew from his partner. It took only a moment to bring the dog to full hardness. The hyena could feel Art's knot inflating already. Joe's own cock throbbed and spurted a bit of pre as the dog stoked him in return.

Art was definitely bigger than Joe--both in girth and length, which the dog demonstrated by laying his shaft on top of the hyena's. It wasn't a huge difference, but it was noticeable. Joe licked his muzzle and growled in anticipation--Art was roughly the size of his favorite toy. The dog's paws went between the hyena's legs. And a finger massaged his taint before moving to his tail hole. Joe moaned as Art ran a finger around his ring. The smell of aroused hyena grew even stronger.

Then, the relaxing sensation was gone, as Art pushed himself off of Joe and over to the night table. The hyena started to turn, but was kept in place by a commanding chirp. Art was back a second later, proceeded by a condom flopping on Joe's chest. The painted dog threw a leg over the hyena's stomach and settled gently down. His erection was on full display, and he held a bottle of lube in his paws. With a practiced motion, he clicked the lid open and poured a measure into his paw before slickening his shaft.

"You can do the honors," Art said, his tone a playful command.

Joe nodded, and opened the condom. He positioned it and waited for the dog to finish before unrolling it over the other's cock. He shuddered as a cool sensation touched his tail hole, and gasped as it slid inside. Reflexively, he squeezed the shaft in his paw, which drew a chuckle and a moan from Art.

"Good boy. You've done this before."

Joe wasn't entirely sure which "this" was being referred to, but with a second digit stretching his hole a moan was the only reply he could give. He closed his eyes as the fingers left, and leaned back, willing himself to relax. His cock throbbed, leaving a trail of pre across Art's rump. Then the fingers were back with more lube. A few rotations and then they were gone. Joe opened his eyes to find Art grinning down at him as the dog slicked up the condom.

"Good with missionary? Like you said, I won't last long with how good your rear feels."

"I'm good. With as good as your dick feels, I'm not lasting long."

The painted dog laughed and chirped as he moved awkwardly into position, holding his cock in an attempt to keep lube from getting everywhere. He settled in, lifting the hyena's legs to rest on his own hips. "Nice to see you're still a smart ass. I've missed that."

"Glad you. Oh. Approve."

"I do," Art said as he let his tip right against Joe's ring. "Ready?"

The hyena nodded as his rear twitched. The painted dog smiled and pushed forward, sliding easily into Joe's rear. The hyena gasped and shuddered as Art slowly rocked forward, letting Joe adjust to the thickness. Once the dog was sure he was in, he lifted Joe's legs and asked if the hyena was ready. Joe leaned back, his tongue lolling out in ecstasy. It had been too long, far too long. His cock throbbed, pre dribbling onto his stomach. He nodded to Art and took a deep breath to keep himself relaxed.

Art nodded back, took a grip on the hyena's hips and began rocking. The warm thickness in Joe's rear slid back and forth, stretching him. He moaned, relishing the pleasure, drawing a chirp from the painted dog. A heartbeat later, Joe felt the firmness of Art's knot bumping against his rear. The dog was getting close already--but that was okay, because the hyena was close too. He cock throbbed in time with the dog's movements, matting the fur of his stomach as pre spurted every time Art hit bottom.

There were no more words: just the grunts, moans, and growls of two lovers. Joe was in heaven as Art picked up his pace, the painted dog's shaft managing to hit just right to send little electric shocks of pleasure down the hyena's spine and out his tail. Joe clawed at the bed, his moans becoming pants as the pressure built inside him. He breathed deeply, letting the scents of their act fill his being. He wanted to remember this.

Without warning, Art slowed his pace. Joe opened his eyes to find the painted dog looking down at him, ears splayed and an unspoken question on his muzzle. It didn't require a verbal answer either. Joe bent his knees, tightening his grip on the dog's hips and pushing him tight against the hyena's rear. He wanted the knot.

Art took the hint and went back to work with a vengeance, hammering against the hyena like a jackhammer. Joe could only moan and pant as his rear resisted. It felt like a golf ball against his hole. His blunt claws dug into the sheets as the pressure inside him built even faster. He let out a low howl of surprise as a slick paws wrapped around his shaft, each thrust from Art sending his cock through it all the way to his crotch. Art panted and growled as his pace picked up to a sprint. Joe quivered and blubbered out half words as the pressure built to an almost painful level.

Without warning, Joe's tail hole finally yielded to the painted dog's knot, sucking it inside with a pop. The hyena gasped, his back arching in ecstasy as he was stretched wide. Art slammed his hips against Joe's rear over and over, in time with the hyena's racing heart. Then with a huff and a growl, the painted dog shoved forward one final time. The thick shaft inside him pulsed as Art came, shooting deep into Joe's rear. The painted dog shuddered and collapsed against the hyena, even as he released another spurt.

Joe whimpered, hovering just on the brink of release, too caught up in the moment to do anything more than whine. Art didn't neglect him. The dog stroked the hyena's throbbing shaft, setting a pace that was surprising given his exhaustion. It took only a moment for the pressure to overflow, causing Joe's tongue to fall out of his mouth even as his cock erupted--sending a large spurt of seed into the air. A second and a third followed, covering the shuddering hyena from navel to chest. Art followed, and the two lovers giggled in their shared afterglow as they held each other.

"That was great," Joe finally said.

"Glad you liked it. I'd be open to making this a recurring thing."

"I think I would too." Joe's wandering fingers found the cold metal of cock cage and held it up to examine it. "Suppose you're going right back into this?"

"Eh. Don't have to," Art muttered sleepily. "But it's fun sometimes."

"Got it online, I suppose."

"Naw. Local place called The Garden. I can take you there if you'd like."

"Maybe I would," Joe said. He set the cage down on the bed. "But first, I think I'd like a shower."

"We can arrange that. Let me get out of you..."