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Many Happy Returns

by jhwgh1968

Published under the Creative Commons BY-NC-SA License International, version 4.0.

Content Warning : read the tags. This is one of my "edgier" stories.

Special Thanks : thank you to MazedMarten on InkBunny for the use of Marty and Dave!

***

Jody was enjoying his birthday party. Raymond really had thought of everything: cocktails he liked; a cake he thought too big, but fed everyone; and a guest list full of friends he'd been meaning to catch up with.

In fact, only two things made it short of perfect in Jody's mind. First, his parents were missing, and might be for a while. They were not yet over their disappointment at his "becoming a shut in" since moving in with Raymond -- his preference of cooking and house work to a job.

Second, his extroverted boyfriend didn't realize where the line was between "a lot" of guests and "too many." Even though the sun had set, only his college boyfriend Mark had left -- the only furson Jody could chat with for another hour. Otherwise, the border collie was completely chattered out, and ready for a nap.

He drifted over to a quiet corner of the living room, and sat down. He closed his eyes and tried to relax -- but was found by another gay couple.

"You must be the birthday dog."

Jody opened his eyes to find the gravely voice came from an older and very muscular wolf, wearing a grey tank top and jeans. The main thing Jody noticed was a small set of scars on the right of his snout.

"Yeah," Jody said, internally wincing as he stood up again. He didn't know them, but remembered they were Raymond's friends. "Dave, is it?"

"Yep. And this is Marty. Nice to meet you."

The three of them exchanged customary bows. Jody returned to his seat, and they sat down on the couch across from him. But it was Marty who drew Jody's gaze.

Marty was over a decade younger than Dave -- almost the same age as Mark when they'd started dating their senior year of college. Besides his age, he reminded Jody of the raccoon in another way: his two-tone fur coat and a "mask" around his eyes.

Marty's color scheme was different, however. His mask was dark grey not white, matching two bands on his wrists. His snout was a cream color that continued down his chest to the top of his T-shirt. The rest of him was an orange-tinted tan, except for cream-colored ears and a grey dipstick tail, all of which had bright a orange tip like his toes.

Jody couldn't puzzle out what species he was -- at least, not without staring at him for far to long.

"You're Ray's friends, right?" Jody asked, trying to fill the pause -- and distract his brain from what he suspected was a budding attraction.

When he caught Marty's eye, the younger male nodded. But he didn't say anything.

"Yep," continued Dave. "We've know him for almost three years now. We're all in a long-standing group that does stuff together on weekends."

Jody was about to ask what kind of stuff, but changed his mind. If it was the group Raymond invited him to when they first started dating, it would be rude to make Dave formulate a white lie suitable for this audience.

"That's nice," was all Jody said. "You two been together a while?"

Marty nodded and gave a nervous smile, but still didn't say anything.

"Marty's a bit shy," Dave added.

And then it hit Jody: Marty must be a marten. He kept his amusement at the name inside.

"That's alright," Jody offered. "The party wouldn't be nearly this big if I planned it."

Marty smiled back at him with a bit of affection. When their eyes met, it was all Jody could do to keep his polite gaze on Marty's face. That gaze wanted to wander around more, such as down to the prominent collar around Marty's neck.

"Happy Birthday," said a bulky and older white tiger who had suddenly appeared with his own companion.

Jody didn't remember his name, but definitely recognized him. He was the one who was in charge at the "group meeting" Raymond took him to.

"Thanks, uh...?"

"Shadow. And this is Seth."

The sergal beside Shadow gave a much deeper, more formal bow. He was teal and white, wearing a purple T-Shirt and green shorts, and looked to be about Jody's age. He wasn't wearing a collar, but was wearing a rather interesting looking necklace. It looked like a suspension bridge cable had been miniaturized, turned to silver, and twisted around itself.

"It is truly a pleasure to meet you, and Happy Birthday," he said smoothly.

"Uh, I'm honored, and thanks," was all Jody could say, not quite sure how to react as he nervously scratched the seam of black and white fur near his nose.

"And Dave! How're you doing these days?" Shadow interjected.

"Just fine. Marty was sick for a while, which is why we've been no-showing lately."

"That's too bad. He's better now, I hope?"

"Yep, yep, he is."

They exchanged a look. Jody told himself he didn't want to know. With the four of them surrounding him, he felt the social pressure starting to weigh him down again.

"Excuse me," he said, bouncing out of his chair.

He hustled into the kitchen, and slid the recessed wooden door shut. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to relax. Just for a moment.

Unfortunately, he heard it slide back open. He forced his eyes open again -- but it was just Raymond.

"You alright?" the lizard asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Jody said. "I just needed a break."

"Are you ready for everyone to go home?" His voice was gentle, and he wore a coy smile on his long, triangular snout.

"I didn't mean it that way."

Raymond gently pressed his green, scaly hand onto Jody's sky blue T-shirt.

"It's your party," he reassured. "I just want you to have a good time. So when they should go home, just tell me."

The lizard was always eager to please; too eager sometimes. But today, at least, Jody had been convinced not to worry about that. All the work was done, and there was no way for him to "ruin" it.

"Just... could it get a little smaller, maybe?"

"A little more... intimate, perhaps?"

Raymond said it with a smile that seemed quite out-of-place, since they weren't cuddled watching a movie or going to bed.

Jody reflexively responded to the affectionate touch, grabbing Raymond's scaly wrist the way he usually did.

"Maybe," he answered. "Can I get a hint?"

"Let's just say," Raymond whispered, bringing his snout right next to Jody's ear, "that you get to decide when to open my biggest present this year. I've been planing it for two months -- since you finally let me see your 'secret stash'."

Jody definitely remembered their long conversation, but he didn't see what giving Raymond the password to his private porn collection had to do with anything. His black ears swivelled in confusion.

"Can I get another hint?" he asked.

"Alright... How about you use your observational skills? Just watch my friends for a while. The ones you were just talking to."

Jody peeked through the door slats. Scanning across the room, he saw Dave, Shadow, and Seth having a normal conversation. Marty didn't say a word, but definitely was engaged and responded with his body language.

As Jody kept watching, he noticed something else: every time Shadow talked, Seth instantly shut up, and looked at him with a little... deference. It didn't stand out in the natural flow of the conversation; he only noticed because he was able to watch everyone's body language from afar. And the more it seemed like Marty had something to say, the stranger his silence appeared.

These behaviors, combined with Shadow's previous role, made Jody wonder: were they "playing?"

Jody's stomach started to knot. "What did you invite them for, Ray?" he demanded, "Are they here to --"

"Nothing specific," murmured Raymond, keeping his voice and body language affectionate. "I just wanted a couple friends in my weekend club to come hang out."

"Are they staying 'after'?"

"Yes," answered Raymond. "But I didn't promise anything. No pressure, no expectations, I just wanted to see if anything would just... happen. Okay?"

Jody closed his eyes, digging up and reviewing his feelings -- feelings he'd kept deeply buried.

He'd declined Raymond's "weekend activities", citing a lack of interest overlap. But he knew, deep down, it was an excuse. He did enjoy feeling the sense of power when Raymond asked him to "play dom" -- as far as he would let himself take it.

It was really all about that secret stash. Raymond wasn't interested when he'd hinted at it early in their relationship, and he saw no reason to bring it up again. He was content to scratch his fetishes in fantasy, and stick to vanilla sex with Raymond.

But even if he were to change his mind, surrounded by strangers was not the best time for Jody to unpack all that. Why did Raymond think otherwise?

The collie opened his eyes again, ready to tell Raymond to kick them out -- but seeing the lizard's expression suddenly turn nervous made his words stick in his throat.

Sure, there was probably an angle involved: Raymond wanted him to join this group. Despite not pushing him, Jody was convinced Raymond never gave up on the idea. He could understand why; who better to explore the kinkier side of sex with than your primary partner?

But that thought, plus Raymond's reassuring words, reminded Jody that Raymond probably didn't see Jody's "edgy" fetishes as negatively. Jody had always said, "I'd never actually do that," almost as a reflex. But there always was a little corner of him who wanted to try it once.

Was that why Raymond thought this would be a good idea? Could he see something in Jody that the dog couldn't see in himself? It was enough to plant the thought at the back of his mind: this could go in a new direction, and it might not be a total disaster.

Jody took a deep breath, and let his frustration subside. Raymond said nothing, the most helpful thing he could do at that moment, while Jody composed himself.

"Just promise me," he finally said, "they won't be pushy about it. And... if I do decide to have fun, they don't expect me to be... a good dom."

"You're a better dom than you think," Raymond insisted playfully, "but don't worry. We've got a lot of experience and creativity between the five of us. And if that's not on the menu, I've still got plenty for us to do."

"Alright. I'll see, I guess."

On an impulse, Jody hugged Raymond, and took a deep breath. He felt the arms of reassurance embrace him, fur and scales interacting in way he found both comforting and a little stimulating.

Jody stayed like that for a good five seconds, enjoying the sensation for a moment before letting go.

"Ready to go back outside?" Raymond murmured into his ear.

"Yeah."

"Just remember: you're the birthday dog. If you ask for what you want, you might get it."

Jody smiled, and stepped back outside.

***

In ten minutes, Jody's friends and former coworkers were out the door. It was now down to him, Raymond, and the two couples who Raymond knew from the group.

"I think we've been introduced," Raymond said as he brought everyone to the kitchen table, "so I thought we'd just get to know each other a little better with a game," Raymond said.

Jody smiled. "You mean, Poker." He looked at Dave. "He plays in tournaments, you know."

"I told you," Raymond repeated with an unquenchable smile, "this is so we can get to know each other. Because there's no better way to get a sense of someone than to see when they hold 'em, and when they fold 'em. Besides, the chips are free."

"Then we're doing stud poker," insisted Jody.

"Whatever the birthday dog wants," Raymond said as he shuffled the cards.

The last set of cocktails were divided up between Dave, Shadow, and Raymond. Jody thought about it, as his last cocktail had almost worn off; but if he was going to play poker with Raymond, he wanted to win. Besides, if this was as good an evening as Raymond promised, there would surely be more alcohol later.

When the deck had passed all the way around the table, and Jody won three of the hands, he felt it was the right choice.

"Are you guys letting me win?" he asked with a smile.

"No," grumbled Dave as he picked up his cards. "I've been drawing shit so far."

"How man--" Seth started to say from Jody's left.

"I suggest you bluff more," offered Shadow.

Following the pattern, Seth shut up and deferred.

"Yeah, yeah," Dave sighed.

Marty, on Jody's right, still didn't say anything. But he seemed rather confident in his hand.

On a whim, Jody decided to prod him. "Do you have any suggestions for him, Marty?" he asked.

"No sir."

A chill ran up Jody's spine. Getting Marty to say anything seemed like a signal of some kind -- not to mention that choice of words. They were made even more lovely by his voice, which was still slightly boyish.

"He knows better," Dave added with a playful smile, which Marty mirrored.

This time, Jody actually got lucky with a set, so he raised. After two more raises, only he and Dave were left. Once Dave was halfway broke, he sighed, "call."

He put down his set. Dave put down two pair. Jody had won again.

"That's why I don't bluff," he snarled to Shadow. "Marty?"

The younger male beside Jody immediately locked his eyes onto Dave.

"Give me 500."

Marty picked up five blue chips and tossed them across the table. His demeanor had changed completely from thoughtful to a little nervous, and he was very fast to obey such an order.

Jody decided it was a strong hint Marty liked being ordered around, given that pet collar he was wearing. That thought made him even more attractive, and made it harder for Jody to keep his eyes on his next hand.

Half an hour later, the antes had doubled twice. Marty, Seth and Shadow were out.

Even though the marten had won two pots, Dave had taken those winnings for himself. Similarly, Seth won sometimes, but always folded when Shadow turned out to be bluffing. If this was the "getting to know them" Raymond was referring to, it had certainly worked.

Not long after, Dave made another move in this larger game. Raymond raised in the next hand to 1200 and Jody called.

"I can't cover that, but I want to call. Could I buy some chips?"

"Are you that desperate?" asked Jody.

"I'm offering a good deal: give me a thousand, and you can have Marty for the rest of the evening."

Jody's heart accelerated, and he felt a blush creeping under his fur. If this was the plan, he didn't see it coming at all.

"I'll match that with Seth," Shadow added, "if I can get back in next round."

Jody smiled nervously as he looked at the two male subs on offer, seated to his left and right. Their faces reflected the sense of deference they had given their partners earlier. Marty's was further emphasized by his reservation, and had a touch of playful shyness that made Jody's dominant tendencies want to come out.

He looked over at Raymond to see if he approved, but the lizard was completely nonchalant. He must have known this was coming.

"So what do you think, birthday boy?" prodded Dave, breaking the silence.

"They're really cute," Jody said with a smile -- eye contact getting Marty to return it. "But... what am I really getting? What could I... do with them?"

"Anything you want," growled Dave with a wicked smile.

"We are eager to serve, sir," added Seth.

"You say that," countered Jody, giving voice to his reservations. "But... do you two really know what you're signing up for?" He looked particularly at Marty, whose shyness was becoming less distinguishable from nervousness.

"I'll... do anything you want, sir," the marten answered quietly.

Their comments were nothing but further teasing to Jody's ears. Did Raymond tell them about his affection for "sir", or did they just guess?

"And I bet they've done a lot of different things, haven't they?" added Raymond, egging them on.

"Indeed," answered Shadow.

Dave's answer was a silent nod and a wicked smile.

That was enough confirmation for Jody: this was indeed Raymond's birthday present. Jody was certainly very aroused, and was quite eager to "have" them for an evening -- even if he didn't get into his secret stash desires.

"Ray, is there anything else you have planned besides poker?" Jody asked.

"Whenever we declared a winner, I have a movie lined up -- and some nice ales."

"Lovely," Jody sighed. "Alright, you two have a deal!"

He counted two stacks of chips, and tossed each one across the table. Even if Raymond took him for everything because of it, Jody knew he'd still won.

***

Raymond turned up the heat, and Jody turned it down after that. It only took fifteen more minutes for the lizard to clean everyone out.

After some negotiation and a little extra encouragement from Dave, Jody and the other two dominants sat on the couch with their pants down, underwear held up by very prominent tent poles.

Meanwhile, the subs -- including Raymond -- were even more exposed. They had stripped completely naked, and were standing in front of the TV.

Jody slowly stroked himself through his grey boxers as his eyes freely wandered across the naked male bodies. Raymond was definitely attractive, but familiar. Instead, Jody's eyes were mostly drawn to the novelties.

Seth had a very good physique, and his over-sized and pointy-tipped dick wasn't bad to look at either. Marty was slender, and seemed to be the most nervous about the attention he was getting. But just like Mark long ago, his fur patterns pulled Jody's eye to trace his body over and over again. The splashes of orange next to black were Marty's best features.

"So," Dave growled, "how about starting us off, birthday dog?"

"Uh, I'm not very good at this, honestly," Jody admitted. "Would one of you two start?"

"Sure," answered Shadow. "Subs, turn around!"

The three subs quickly turned their backs.

"Now spread your legs and look through them."

Marty and Raymond managed pretty quickly, but Seth was long-waisted enough he had trouble. He struggled to crouch at an angle that would let him do it.

Jody found that amusing, but before he could make a joke about Seth's A for effort, he realized why Shadow had done this. Not only did it show off their ball sacks and tail holes, it gave his eyes something new to trace on Marty.

"Marty's fur color really does go all the way back there," Jody observed as his erection fully engorged.

"Isn't he lovely?" Dave replied.

"Spread a little more, Seth," encouraged Shadow.

"I'm doing my best, Dad!"

Jody bristled, but only for a moment. Seth knew Jody preferred "sir" based on their earlier interactions, so this other epithet was probably reserved for Shadow alone.

The more passes over their bodies Jody's eyes took, the more excited he got. Finally, inspiration struck.

"Now turn back around, and face us," Jody instructed.

The three of them quickly did so, their erections also starting to form.

"Spread your legs out more. ... A little more, Marty. More Seth. Lovely."

Seth started flexing, showing off his muscled arms and lean chest without moving his legs. Marty seemed to be pretty nervous -- but that was betrayed by his quarter chub, poking out the furthest of the three.

"You're very lucky to have him," Shadow said to Jody.

"Thanks. But I'd say the same thing, because... wow," was all Jody could manage.

This flow of excitement constantly pumping through him was finally enough to push Jody toward his forbidden desires. If he could handle talking about them.

"Can I ask the three of them questions?"

"Sure," answered Shadow.

"Anything," growled Dave.

"Okay, uh, Seth? How long have you been with Shadow?"

"Two years now."

"He must be a good dom to you."

"He is. But he also lets me play around, which is important to me. Tonight I'm feeling subby, but I'm a switch."

"He sure is," added Raymond with a sideways glance. Seth threw him a smile and wink in return.

"Interesting. Well, uh, Ray, how long have you known these two?"

"At least a year. Before you and I started dating, that's for sure."

"And how did you get them to come to this party?"

The question came out with a little more edge to it than Jody meant to add. It seemed to have an effect, because Raymond flashed him an oh-come-on look for a second.

"Really, Ray. I'd like to know. You told me earlier, 'no pressure.' Right?"

"Yes, I did. All I asked was, would they like to come to my boyfriend's birthday party."

Jody smirked. "Aaaaaand?"

"And they didn't have to bring gifts... but it would be good to go as a couple. Because he has some kink shame, and may or may not want to unwrap it as a birthday present."

Jody nodded with a smirk. "And did you tell them what that kink was?"

"No, he didn't," Shadow answered. His voice was quite stern.

"And he was serious about the maybe thing," Dave added more casually. "But I just knew, if you could have a look at Marty, you might decide to try it. And if you do, he's ready. Aren't you Marty?"

The marten nodded, relaxing his pose and smiling.

"Hey," barked Jody, "we didn't say you could move."

Marty looked a bit embarrassed as he returned to his spread position.

"You're very obedient, aren't you Marty?"

The younger male nodded again.

"Tell me... what's the weirdest thing you've done for a dom?"

Marty theatrically covered his mouth, and looked at Jody with "shocked" eyes.

"That depends on what you think is weird," Dave answered, seeming to verbalize his gesture.

"Yeah, I guess... Then let me ask another question. What's the --"

The words caught in Jody's throat. His courage was waning. His eyes glanced over to his boyfriend. He saw nothing but reassurance from the lizard.

After an awkward pause that no one else interrupted, he managed to push through his anxiety.

"What's the grossest thing you've ever done for a dom?"

Marty's smile faded a bit, but he tried to keep his playful pose.

"That depends," Dave repeated with a husky growl, "on what you think is gross."

Jody turned to find Dave was leering -- just as hard as Jody probably was a moment ago.

"Uh... well..."

Jody struggled to answer, but Dave interrupted him.

"Marty," Dave said, "the birthday dog wants to try something reeeeeally grooooss."

He said it with an erotic groan; so reminiscent of the foreplay in some of Jody's porn, it sent another chill up his spine, and got his heart rate back up to where it was during their teasing.

Marty, by contrast, relaxed more and gave another smile. "I'll try anything for you, sir."

Jody couldn't believe it was that easy. "Then what are your limits?"

"They're all around pain, sir. Will it hurt?"

That reassurance was easy to give. "Not at all. It'll just be... really gross."

Jody found himself smiling awkwardly at the phrase. It sounded so much different to say after Dave's rendition.

Marty was unfazed. "Then I'll do whatever would please you, sir."

"Anything?"

"Anything, sir."

That was enough, as Jody's libido bounced back. "Then I think we have a winner. Marty, come sit in my lap. Sorry, Seth."

"No problem, sir. To be honest, I'm much better at 'ouch' than 'gross'."

"Then can I borrow Seth?" growled Dave, looking at Jody.

That simple feeling of control -- of being asked to "borrow" a sub he "owned" -- was far more of a thrill than Jody expected.

"Yeah," he said breathlessly.

"And would you mind," Shadow purred, "if I borrowed your boyfriend for the evening?"

Jody's dominant instincts wanted to say yes, but he knew that decision he would have to live with. "If he's okay with it," he said.

"Absolutely," answered Raymond, clearly excited by the idea.

"Alright," Jody concluded, "we're all set. Let's start the movie!"

***

Jody had watched the sci-fi classic many times, but it never got old. It was so familiar, in fact, he wasn't really watching it at the beginning. It was the perfect time for Marty -- now in his lap -- to keep his attention.

For the most part, Jody was just enjoying being so close to the attractive male. He stroked the marten's silky pelt, and smelled him. A hint of shampoo lingering on his ears mixed nicely with a slightly musky natural scent that Jody couldn't get enough of.

It was hard not to just bury his nose and paws in Marty's fur; but he had other plans that made him keep his instincts in check. It was not easy, with his cock so close to Marty's thigh and protected only by Jody's boxers, but he knew trying something "gross" later would require planning. He would not just have to be in the right state of mind, but the right state of body.

Jody used his excitement to start the plan. He murmured Marty's ear: "get me a beer, please."

Though he was a bit slow to react, Marty sat up and stretched himself forward. Barely able to reach the cluster of bottles Raymond had brought to the coffee table, he grabbed one.

Even before Marty was able turn around and hand it to him, Jody grabbed it from him with a "thanks." As he had hoped, Marty didn't resist his gesture or seem to take offense in the slightest. Dominant Jody was free to push him around.

Since Marty seemed a bit slow to lean back into him, Jody gently nudged him. When Marty did lean back, Jody gave him a kiss on the forehead. He felt Marty smile, as he turned his head and nuzzled into Jody's chest.

Jody sipped for a while on the expensive ale to savor it, mixing that flavor with the feeling of Marty's soft fur beneath his other smooth palm. When the bottle was about half empty, he took the next step.

"Hey Marty," he whispered, "want some?"

Marty looked up, uncertainty on his face.

Jody realized his question was too open-ended. This was really an order in disguise, so he had to be clearer about it.

"Marty," he whispered much more severely, "how about you drink?"

He brought the open bottle up in front of Marty's nose. Sure enough, the younger male quickly sat forward, and put his muzzle around the rim of the bottle.

Jody tipped it bit, just long enough to splash some in his mouth. He saw Marty wince, probably at the strength of the ale, but still swallowed it.

"Let's see how fast you can chug," Jody growled quietly in Marty's ear. "It's an important test for later."

Jody once again tipped slowly -- and now brought the angle high enough to make Marty tip his head back. He still winced, but swallowed with an even and rapid pace. At the end, he gave a small gasp, but managed his breathing very well otherwise.

This both pleased and surprised Jody. Marty handled it like a practiced professional, rather than gasping and choking amateur who was trying Jody's fantasy for the first time. Could he have done things like this before?

"Good boy, Marty," growled Jody, petting the mustelid's head. "Now get me another one."

Once Marty had done so, Jody started sipping it. But a quiet grunt from Raymond -- suggesting Shadow wasn't watching the movie either -- made Jody want to accelerate his schedule of fun. So once the beer was two-thirds gone, he once again brought it to Marty's mouth.

Without resistance, the younger male once again put his lips around it, and Jody starting pouring it down down his throat, making sure to maintain Marty's even swallowing tempo.

Once the bottle was empty, Dave leaned over to Jody.

"Don't feed him too much," he murmured in Jody's ear. "This doesn't feel like a water-proof couch."

It took Marty's look of silent embarrassment for Jody to figure out what Dave meant.

"I'm hoping this'll be all he needs for a while," Jody replied just as quietly. "I want him easy, not smashed."

"Thank you, sir," murmured Marty.

Jody let himself get into the movie for a while, continuing Marty's fur strokes. Not too long later, he felt the alcohol kicking in, making him more relaxed -- and more affectionate.

As Marty leaned his chest into Jody's, the collie realized Marty's tail was now laying down. On an impulse, Jody grabbed it just above the black ring near the end, and ran it through his fingers.

Jody felt Marty relax a bit in response to this. If Jody decided to carry this further, Marty was signally his assent.

But as Jody mulled over the idea, his thoughts were interrupted by a different, more sudden urge.

"Marty," he whispered, "get up."

The marten seemed a bit surprised, but slowly got off him, and stood up.

Jody stood as well, realizing he'd been talking and playing cards for several hours without a break as he took Marty's hand. "Let's go."

He took Marty into the guest bathroom, and closed the door. Marty looked up at him, seeming to wait for directions.

"Sit," dom Jody hissed, trying to keep his voice down.

Marty sat down on the closed toilet lid. As he got comfortable, Jody notice Marty's dick had gotten taller; either a full erection or close to it.

Jody pulled his own hard-on out of the fly of his boxers. Marty's eyes locked onto it, and followed it as Jody brought it closer to his face.

"Get ready. But don't suck it."

The younger male, as he had hoped, easily pulled it into his mouth.

Jody had to close his eyes and spread his legs in his usual stance, and focused on relaxation, getting his erection to go down a little bit. Once his muscles seemed ready, he added, "here it comes, Marty."

It was another couple seconds, but finally Jody started his rather urgent piss. After he felt the flow exit him, Marty tipped his head back a little more.

Without letting a single drop escape, the marten swallowed a large gulp. Smaller, faster gulps followed, as Jody could hear the faint spattering as the stream rushed into Marty's mouth.

"Good boy," growled dom Jody, with a hint of satisfaction as he reopened his eyes.

Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.

"You'd better love the taste of my piss," the collie threatened, "because you'll be drinking nothing else tonight."

Marty was focused, but an ear twitch suggested he heard that.

It was eight more quick gulps before Jody's stream slowed. With a squirt-squirt-squirt, the dog finished pissing out his earlier cocktails. Now that he was empty, his erection fully returned.

"Being my toilet is a privilege," Jody snarled, hoping to encourage a blush he began to see on Marty's cheeks. "Show me you're worth it."

Even before he could give Marty a nudge on the back of the head, the marten tightened his muzzle around the cock in his mouth. He started working on the shaft very quickly, and added his tongue.

"Good boy," Jody moaned.

He did nudge Marty when he was going a little too fast, and was pleased at how quickly Marty synced up. Having his fantasy play out combined with Marty's very good oral skills made Jody come hard in less than a minute.

He closed his eyes and moaned loudly, grabbing Marty by the ears to keep the pace as the orgasm washed over his body. If Marty gagged, Jody didn't hear it. He only felt Marty swallow as Jody's muscles finished pumping out the load of cum he had been eager to deliver.

Jody reopened his eyes, withdrew slowly, and found Marty wearing a smile and a blush that seemed to match his own afterglow. But the younger male's cock was eager and starting to drool.

"Here is your incentive for more performances," Jody sighed, as he reached down and took it in his hand. "And for the rest of the night, you're not allowed to touch this."

Giving Marty a handjob took a bit longer than Jody expected, as he had to figure out the rhythm that worked for Marty the best.

After another minute or two, the sub soon came with a much quieter groan. Jody just aimed it to blow onto the bath mat. Once Marty seemed satisfied, Jody tossed the bath mat into the dry bathtub.

After washing his hands -- more out of habit, than anything -- Jody took Marty back outside to find Shadow waiting, seeming rather uncomfortable. Without saying a word, he quickly let the tiger in and returned down the hall to the living room.

Once he was back on the couch, Jody pulled Marty into exactly the same position as before. Marty, for his part, was even more cuddly, presumably from the orgasm.

"Looks like Marty had fun," added Dave not ten seconds later. "Did you get what you wanted out of him?"

"If he didn't, he had fun trying," said Raymond, sitting to his left. "I can tell."

Jody just looked back and forth at Raymond and Dave, showing off his smile. It was the smile Raymond probably recognized: orgasmic afterglow.

"I've... still got plans for him, though," was all Jody said.

When Shadow came back, and Dave started his own games with Seth, Jody started watching the movie again. He knew that Marty would still be right there, if he wanted anything else.

***

Jody was lost in the movie until he had to pee again. He'd guess almost 30 minutes went by, based on the scenes.

The collie would have gotten up without a second thought -- especially to use Marty -- but he didn't want to miss the best part. He decided to wait a while -- at least, he would try. Since drinking delayed his urges until they were pretty strong, he wasn't sure if he'd have to get up quickly anyway.

After only an uncomfortable minute or two, Jody saw the silhouette of Raymond get down on his knees in front of Shadow. Seth knelt down in front of Dave a moment later, as if they were choreographed.

That gave Jody a better idea: he could relieve himself on the sly.

"Marty," he growled gently into the younger male's ear, "time for another performance. Right here."

Just like earlier, Marty seemed a bit slow to leave the comfort of his lap. However, he not only slid down in front of Jody, but his position suggested he knew what Jody wanted. Even before Jody could rest his hands on Marty's ears, he brought his head forward between Jody's spread legs in prime blowjob position.

After a quick glance to see both other subs giving their doms a slow start, Jody let himself be re-engrossed in the movie. He adjusted his legs -- at least, as far as he could without bumping either of the knees beside him -- and pushed a bit to start his stream.

After his first couple seconds of urine flowed out, Marty's gulp was too loud for his liking. But a quick side-glance at the other two doms showed they were engrossed. They didn't seem to notice it.

Secure in his deception, he started petting Marty's head, and pushing him up and down, very slowly. Marty tracked him without spilling a single drop.

"Good boy," Jody whispered. It was part dominant comment, part genuine compliment.

Jody was almost as excited as before -- enough to make him struggle to keep the flow going. Between that arousal and the amount of liquid, it took most of a two-minute fight scene for Jody to fully empty. And once he was done after a couple final squirts, Marty gulped again.

Jody was ready for a good suck -- until he realized how much heavier the surrounding doms were breathing. They were already close to the edge, and Jody didn't think he couldn get there fast enough to avoid revealing his secret.

As Marty started slowly blowing him, he grabbed the marten's ears and started moving much faster -- well ahead of the pace he wanted. Marty followed him -- and much to his relief, backed off on the tongue to avoid overstimulating Jody.

He heard Shadow give some kind of deep growl, and Dave howled, so Jody repeated his groan from earlier -- though he couldn't quite hit the same note. And as the other two males collapsed beside him, he did the same.

"Good boy, Marty," he sighed. "Now get back in my lap."

Marty, however, waited -- just long enough to fake swallow twice. Then he got back into Jody's lap. The uncertainty whether it worked still had a hold on Jody, so his dick was deflated when Marty brought it out of his mouth.

"Thanks, Marty," Jody whispered.

"I hope you can relax, sir," Marty whispered back.

"So do I. I didn't... plan for that."

"It's okay, sir. Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it."

"So you'll keep it a secret?"

"... To be honest, sir, I think they know."

That was not the way to relax Jody. After some internal debate, he dared ask: "they do?"

"You performed reasonably well, sir, but I couldn't. If Master Dave was watching me, he knows. And if your boyfriend wins at poker, he probably knows, too."

Jody did catch Raymond's eye briefly, and got a look of nothing but sedative tranquility in return. That was not indication to Jody one way or the other.

"Shit," he whispered. "I shouldn't have done that."

"It's okay, sir. Really."

"You two okay?" suddenly asked Shadow.

"Yeah, fine," snapped Jody. "Just talking."

He returned his eyes to the TV -- until the movie suddenly paused.

"I'm not so sure," Shadow announced, a rather stern tone in his voice, "I'm putting on my monitoring hat to check everyone out. Subs, please stand up for a moment."

Shadow turned on the lamp as the three of them stood. Jody did his best to try and straighten up.

After brief glances around the room, Shadow asked, "you okay, Marty?"

"Just fine, sir," Marty answered with his usual smile.

"What were you two chatting about?"

"I think you should ask him, sir."

Shadow turned to Jody. "Well?"

"Nothing important," he said.

"If it's not important," Shadow insisted, with a mixture of warmth and tenacity, "then there's no problem telling me, right?"

"Just, um, how things went."

"And how did they go?"

Jody's anxiety peaked. He couldn't look at Shadow, and looked at the ground.

"I..."

Suddenly, Raymond reached out and took his hand.

"Ray?"

"It's alright. Tell us. How did things go?"

"I... I can't."

"It's really important," Raymond insisted.

"They were, um, okay... until just now, when I..."

The anxiety was now anguish. He couldn't admit to the trick he had just tried to pull. Not only was he trying to deceive, but he was now more terrified than ever it didn't work. Which made it even harder to admit.

Suddenly, Raymond grabbed his shoulder, and hugged him.

"Cry," Raymond murmured in his ear.

"No, I --"

"I can tell you're really upset. And you're not going to feel better until you cry," Raymond chastised. "So go ahead. Let it out."

Raymond pulled him closer, putting Jody's head on his scaly shoulder -- just like when Jody's parents had hung up on him. That memory finally made the tears start leaking unbidden. And after taking a breath which became shaky, Jody let himself start sobbing.

The evening had been going so well. He even was considering asking Marty to come over more often, finally using his open-relationship pass more than a couple times a year. But now, the entire evening seemed to be in pieces on the floor.

He had blown it. Despite Raymond's insistence, Jody had figured out a way to ruin the best birthday present he had gotten in years.

When he was able to talk again, he whispered, "I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry for," said Raymond, clearly making Jody's whisper clear to the others. "You are you."

"So what happened?" Shadow asked.

He sniffed, before finally admitting: "I saw you both getting sucked and I... faked it."

"The orgasm?" asked Dave. "Or the peeing too?"

The question was sympathetic, but stabbed Jody right in the heart. Marty was right: his secret fetish was no longer a secret.

He laid his head back down on Raymond's shoulder, but he was all cried out.

"Jody," sighed Dave, as his hand landed on Jody's shoulder, "I'm sorry."

That made Jody look up. "For what?"

"I wasn't thinking about how seeing the same thing on both sides of you would make you feel. Apparently, it was enough pressure to make you 'fake' something."

"Just... the orgasm," Jody finally answered the earlier question. "I wanted to... keep the other part a secret. I know I can trust you, but --"

He looked up at Raymond, then at Shadow. "It's... really hard for me. I only told Raymond two months ago. No one else knows. And you're all really nice, but... some fetishes are only in porn. Because no one will actually do them without being paid."

"Sir?" asked Marty.

The sudden voice, unprompted, made Jody look at him. He saw the marten was annoyed -- an emotion Jody had never seen on him, and he found more unnerving than he expected.

"Do you think I was paid to please you the way I did?"

Jody replayed the words he'd just said, and felt almost sick. "No. I'm sorry, Marty. Please... forgive me."

"We are happy to forgive," Shadow interjected, "but you have to stop beating yourself up. Those swings hit others, too."

Jody took a deep breath. "I... want to change. I'll try. Can you help me?"

Raymond responded to this question by standing up, and getting Jody to his feet along with him. Everyone then came around Jody and formed a group hug, dom and sub alike.

"I love you for who you are, fetishes and all," said Raymond.

"You are a very good dom, sir," whispered Marty.

"If fetishes were evil, I'd be a supervillain somewhere," said Dave.

"You're a lot better than the family and 'friends' I grew up with," said Seth.

"You would be welcome at our meetings," said Shadow.

Jody wanted to cry again, this time with joy. The more they squeezed, the more they seemed to squeeze a drop or two from his eyes.

"Thank you," he whispered, voice stolen by his emotions. "Thank you all."

They all squeezed him a while longer. Shadow let go first, and they all unfolded.

"Now tell us about your kinks," Shadow said. "Be honest. And don't hold anything back. No matter how 'gross' it is."

Jody took a deep breath to compose himself. He let his eyes rest on Marty, the one he had trusted so far. The marten looked back at him, with a mixture of warmth and curiosity.

"I'm... still not sure if I want to try it all, but I can tell you what I like to watch -- even if the videos are performers paid to do it."

"Yes?" asked Dave in a leading voice.

"Well... having subs become living toilets. When Marty, here, let me pee in his mouth the first time, it was... the best thing ever. The power, the humiliation, the gross factor, the level of obedience... and Marty was lovely the entire time."

"I would hope so," added Dave. "He's had some practice."

Jody's heart fluttered. "He has?"

"Sure he has. Marty's not kidding when he says he wants to try anything. When you live with someone like that, you end up doing all sorts of crazy shit. And I think it's pretty tame to just be tired after a long day, and say, 'Marty, I need to piss. Get over here and drink it.'"

Jody looked back to Marty, who shrugged and gave another shy smile.

Jody reached over and hugged him. "Thank you," he sighed. "So... how about... going past that?"

"After you tell us what it is," Shadow gently insisted.

Jody knew this was the more difficult kink. But Marty's gaze seemed to be just enough to let him admit it.

"Um... alright..."

***

Jody still couldn't quite say it, but he did very clearly outline it. And the reactions of his guests were not what he expected.

Shadow was tolerant, but cagey and stern. While he didn't say a negative word about it, he was quick to point out it was definitely edge play, and had to be handled carefully. Jody was well aware of that.

More interesting was Dave, who was completely unfazed, if not actually curious. He asked one or two gentle questions about what aspects were hot, and Jody muddled through a couple of not great answers. He knew he hadn't thought through it much, and Dave didn't press him further.

But most important was Marty, who didn't say anything and seemed to be lost in thought. After giving him a moment, Jody asked for his reaction.

"Um... I could do at least something to please you, sir. What did you have in mind?"

That began a negotiation. Jody felt very awkward at first; it was weird having everyone in the room, as they were probably being squicked out. But no one said a word, and the closer he got to agreement, the more his anxiety lessened.

In the end, he negotiated a scene which would keep Marty safe, with replacements for camera tricks and special effects only possible in video. But despite those changes compared to his fantasy, it still made Jody's heart flutter and dick stiffen, and that was all that mattered.

It would be a while before Marty could perform this for him -- probably tomorrow morning, given Jody's usual patterns. After getting a quick verbal agreement from Raymond, Dave and Marty that it could be a sleepover, he hugged Marty and the movie was back on.

As he cuddled back on the couch with Marty, his anticipation over this bigger secret finally happening made his affection toward Marty return. It was virtually no time at all before Jody wanted that blowjob he'd faked earlier.

"Alright, Marty," he growled, "let's celebrate your usefulness. Start sucking."

As Marty took Jody's erection into his mouth, Dave suddenly asked, "when you're done, could I borrow him for a sec?"

"What for?"

"Just a piss, so I don't have to get up again."

Being asked for permission to "use" someone he "owned" was just as big a thrill as the first time.

"Hear that, Marty?" Jody whispered as he felt the tongue start working on his dick again. "You're getting more piss to drink."

Once again, Jody saw Marty's ears twitch. Though he couldn't see it, he presumed the marten's dick was also rising.

"C'mon," Jody panted as he felt his climax nearing. "Show me you're a good boy."

Marty didn't need to be told twice. He got right into Jody's rhythm, synchronizing his hand, his muzzle, and the strokes of his tongue with it.

It was even more stimulating than the first time, since Marty now knew exactly what to do from Jody's earlier guidance. Jody came fast and very hard, trying to keep from groaning too loud to distract from the movie, but still letting long grunt escape from the back of his throat at the peak.

He collapsed on the couch, not realizing how much more he arched himself until that moment. He felt Marty slurping up his sticky semen, but barely cared. The orgasm was a wonderful feeling, but the relief and contentment he felt were almost as good.

It took Dave saying, "Seth, get up," to remind Jody that he'd agreed to let Marty be borrowed. Once the marten had lifted his muzzle off of Jody's dick, Jody gently hooked a finger under his collar, and started pulling him slowly toward Dave.

Marty crawled on his knees in the direction of the motion, quickly enough that Jody didn't actually have to pull any of his weight.

"Alright, Dave, here you go," Jody sighed with a smile. "Just don't overflow him."

Once Jody got Marty most of the way there, Dave took over the collar and pulled Marty the rest of the way. But the wolf needed no other gestures to get Marty in front of him, take a very specific position not quite the same as he'd taken for Jody, and put the wolf's rather large dick in his mouth.

"'at a boy," Dave said.

Jody wondered if the tone was reserved for Marty, or if he'd been using it with Seth earlier. Either way, Marty was swallowing a moment later, just like he had done for Jody.

Seeing Marty used as a toilet made Jody's arousal sneak back in beneath the blanket of his afterglow. And the more times Marty's mouth filled and swallowed, the stronger it got.

When Dave finally finished, Mart was looking almost queasy. Jody wondered if Dave had been saving it up for something like this to happen.

With a couple strokes on the back of Marty's head and a comment Jody couldn't quite hear, Dave jerked Marty's collar back in Jody's direction. Marty was almost pulled, because he couldn't react in time, and Dave had the muscle for it.

"Thanks for letting me borrow him," was all Dave said.

"No problem. I wanted to be a good host," Jody answered.

His comment was really designed to further objectify Marty. But he couldn't tell if it had any effect through the marten's queasy look.

"Marty," Jody growled, pulling Marty back into his lap, "are you feeling useful?"

"Yes sir," he whispered back, "but I really need a break."

"You just had one five minutes ago," Jody growled, "and you're not done being my toilet yet."

"But, um, your toilet needs a flush, sir."

It took Jody a second to realize what Marty meant. That gave him an even better idea than getting his dick sucked a second time.

"Then let's go," Jody said.

He pushed Marty back off him again show his dominance, as his rising excitement was coming to a head.

Once Jody got up, he dragged Marty to the bathroom, and closed the door. He paused a moment to just drink in the sight of Marty -- his sub and toilet.

Marty just looked back at him, waiting for direction. Jody did notice he was slowly shifting his weight between his feet, suggesting he was uncomfortable -- discomfort that was also under Jody's control. Like Marty's duties, that control was something Jody wanted to exercise -- in fact, play with for his own satisfaction.

Jody got a bottle of pills out from under the sink, and began to set up the scene.

"What I expect from my toilet is convenience," he growled. "And dragging you in here to 'empty' is pretty inconvenient for me. So if you can't hold it all night long, then every time I'm bothered, I'm going to want more than just a good suck in return."

He got a large circular pill from the bottle, and quickly put it down on the counter.

"Put that gel up your ass," Jody instructed. "By the time I've emptied you, you'll be ready for a good fuck."

With nothing but a shy smile, Marty took the gel pill in his hand. Turning around to give Jody a good view, he stiffly bent over, and tried to reach around himself -- but suddenly winced and stood back up again.

"I'm sorry, sir," he said with a nervous hint in his voice, "but I might have an accident on your floor. You'll have to do it."

Jody wasn't sure if this was a just act -- but it had the same effect on his lust regardless.

"If I have to do it," Jody warned as his erection throbbed, "I won't be gentle. Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, sir... I'd rather not have an accident without your permission."

In another mood, the wording would have struck Jody funny, but his arousal blocked it out. He knew what Marty was getting at: the very risk he was going to play with.

"Then put down the pill."

Marty did so on the corner of the counter.

Jody grabbed Marty's shoulders, and turned him to face the toilet. "Get ready to pee."

Marty lifted the toilet lid, spread his legs, raised his tail enough to let Jody see the lighter fur on the underside of its base, and gripped his dick with his right hand.

"Hey!" snapped Jody. "Both hands on the tank! You can't touch that, remember?"

The marten was a bit startled, but quickly put both his hands on the square top of the toilet. He had to lean over to reach it -- putting his butt at just the angle Jody was looking for.

"Did Dave clean your ass out before you got here?" Jody asked. He suspected he knew the answer based on Dave's previous comments, but wanted Marty's confirmation.

"Yes sir."

"Then are you ready to get filled up again?"

"Y-yes sir."

The tiny hesitation made Jody's dick throb and spurt a drip of precum in his underwear.

"Then relax," Jody barked.

"Um, sir? May I pee?"

"No," Jody barked at first. But then he chose his words carefully. "Keep holding it. But if I order you to do something that weakens your hold, obeying my orders is more important. Understand?"

Marty's blush was coming back. "Yes sir."

Jody grabbed Marty's tail, and lifted it more. Marty shifted position, bringing his legs a bit further apart. That little signal was hot enough Jody actually had to resist sticking his dick in completely dry.

"This little exercise is to remind you who you belong to tonight," Jody added to express this pent-up frustration. "I decide what we do with your body. No matter how it feels, or how bad you have to piss. You do as I say."

With his free hand, he picked up the tablet, and touched it to Marty's hole.

"Push, boy."

Jody started inserting it, as Marty gave a grunt, and did indeed push to resist Jody's intruding finger. But he didn't move it very far in, because he wanted to make this harder on Marty.

He released Marty's tail, and reached that hand around to Marty's abdomen. He found the marten's half-chub, but moved his hand above it to his pelvis bone. He pressed hard, and then massaged upwards.

Marty groaned, and twisted his knees together. He seemed about to pick up his feet.

"Don't move, sub," growled Jody. "Take a deep breath, and then push."

Marty took a much shakier breath. And when his lungs were full, Jody pushed the tablet in -- before Marty's muscles could resist it.

That made him cry out, and immediately push -- at which point Jody then put extra pressure on his pelvis.

After an exhale, at the moment when Marty tried to breathe in again, all his muscles relaxed. Despite Marty's efforts, a splash of piss sprang from his exposed pink head.

"Stop leaking," Jody snarled.

Marty whined through clenched teeth as he managed to cut it off again.

Even though the tablet was already in, Jody did not withdraw his fingers from Marty's anus. Instead, he kept them there to keep Marty squirming and off balance -- squirming more now, since he was trying to hold back a flow that was ready to come out.

"Sir," Marty whimpered.

"Shut up! Deep breath!"

He said it so ominously that Marty tried to shift his feet again.

"No! Stay! Deep breath!"

Marty struggled internally for a beat before taking another deep breath. It was a moment that showed Jody how far he was pushing Marty, and still getting obedience.

The thought was so incredibly hot, he felt the intense desire to just stick his cock in once again. But he resisted; he wanted to push his control of Marty to its limit -- and, perhaps, past it.

Marty exhaled. Jody was busy keeping himself in check, so missed his opportunity.

"Another deep breath," he ordered.

Marty took another breath -- and exhaled. This time, at the moment when all of Marty's muscles were relaxed, Jody took advantage.

He pressed on the Marty's pelvic floor again -- getting another spurt of urine.

Marty moaned wordlessly. "Please, sir," he begged. "Let me pee already!"

Jody pressed again as Marty breathed to plead again, turning his next request into a groan. This time, the spurt was followed by a second one. Then a third. Then Marty's stream became an unstoppable solid flow.

Jody didn't let Marty move, but brought the hand on Marty's pelvis down to his dick to aim the water stream. He also withdrew his other hand from Marty's anus to make clear he would allow Marty to finish emptying his bladder.

It took almost half a minute before Marty's stream of urine trickled to a stop.

"I guess you really needed a flush," was all Jody commented as he let Marty's penis go. "You always this leaky when you're full?"

"O-o-only when I've been drinking sir," he whimpered.

"Even one drink?" Jody asked as he washed his hands in the sink.

"You filled me up fast, sir. Plus Sir and Master Dave have been drinking."

Jody turned off the sink and dried his hands, planning to ask Marty what that had to do with it. But as he looked over and saw that the marten was still a little unsteady, he realized what Marty was referring to. It was something he'd never considered, but was unbelievably hot.

"You think you're staying easy just from the alcohol in our piss?" he demanded excitedly.

"It must be helping, sir," answered Marty, breathing picking up.

Jody rushed over to Marty and leaned on the marten's shoulders, making sure they could support his upper body.

"I don't know... but for that hot thought," he panted, "you deserve a good fucking."

Marty moaned quietly in response -- and this time, not in pain or discomfort.

Jody groaned as he thrust into Marty. As Jody had planned, the gel had fully melted, making Marty's insides nice and lubed for his quick entrance.

Marty loudly moaned, getting the tile to reflect an echo of his voice.

Jody was so wound up he just let his instincts take over, humping the martin with rapid, shallow thrusts. He could feel Marty pushing back against him, staying in perfect time. He was happy he'd gotten practice with Jody's preferred rhythm thanks to the blowjobs before hand.

The collie got to the edge so quickly and was breathing so hard, he didn't haven time to even whisper anything naughty. Instead, he just took a couple more deep thrusts, and let Marty's moans push him over the edge.

Jody closed his eyes and gave his own long moan as the wave of orgasm crashed into him, making not just his jaw but his entire body seem to clench with the impact. He grabbed onto Marty tighter as he started shaking and pumping out his semen into the warmth that surrounded his cock.

When his body calmed down from peak into afterglow, he could hear Marty's breathing was also rapid.

"You are... a very good boy," Jody gasped, out of breath. "Thank you."

He felt Marty still clenching occasionally, as he slowly withdrew. He could tell Marty was still really turned on by the fucking he'd just received.

"Now... let's get cleaned up before I miss too much of the movie. Me first."

"Yessir," Marty said. He still sounded tense.

Once Jody cleaned himself up in the sink, he was pleased that Marty still hadn't moved -- and that his hard-on was raging, the bright pink shaft fully out of its sheath.

"You've been a good fuck. I suppose you deserve something -- this time."

The dog once again grabbed Marty's dick, and started jacking him off.

Marty groaned over and over as his throbbing dick was played with. It was already leaking precum, and that made Jody work slower. He wanted to see if he could stretch out Marty's arousal, but the marten was too close. Even that pattern of stroking was enough to make him come with a long moan.

Jody just aimed into the open toilet, easing up until the spurts seemed to stop. Then he squeezed more gently to fully milk Marty, as the musteleid's quiet whimpers went from pleasure to discomfort.

"Now it seems like you're done. Get cleaned up, and meet me outside. Since you're all worn out now, you can touch yourself to do the job."

"Yessir," panted Marty, still recovering.

That was how Jody left him as he returned to the living room.

***

When Jody got back, he'd missed his second favorite part. But given the amazing experience he'd had instead, he didn't mind very much. In ten more minutes, the movie was over.

"That was absolutely wonderful, guys," Jody sighed as the credits started. "Thank you all."

"Happy birthday," all four of the others said, not quite at once.

"Now, uh, I need to talk to Ray for a second."

"About what?" the lizard asked. He didn't seem to want to get out of Shadow's lap.

"Well, in order to finish that... extra scene Marty and I agreed to, I think I'll need to bend one of our rules."

"Why?"

Jody was expecting Raymond to finally get up after that comment. He looked back and forth at Shadow and Dave, and found them uninterested. Given their lack of reaction to his kinks, it would make sense for them to be totally unsurprised by relationship "arrangements" like theirs.

"I don't want to embarrass you," Jody said, "but if we're going to have our first sleepover ever, I'd probably sleep with Marty -- which bumps into your 'thing'."

Raymond finally displayed the anxiety Jody was waiting for. "Oh. Yeah."

"I could run home and get sleeping bags," Dave offered. "It's no trouble."

"Let's see what Ray says first," Jody insisted. "I'd be nervous about letting you drive that far this late. Besides, the couch unfolds into a bed. Two can fit if they snuggle up."

After being coaxed outside of his comfort zone to disgorge his fetishes, Jody was in the mood to needle the lizard on his one hang-up.

"No, no, it's fine," Raymond blurted, nearly jumping to his feet without looking at them. "Just let me clean up some things, and you two can sleep in our bedroom."

As Raymond dashed down the hall, Shadow stood up.

"Seth and I will just see ourselves out," the tiger offered.

Jody slid Marty gently off and rose to his feet. He wanted to perform one last act as a good host.

"I'm really glad you guys came," he said, "And I hope you had fun, too."

"We did," added Seth, looking mostly at Dave.

"Indeed," answered Dave back with a smile.

"And, uh," Jody asked, as Seth got dressed, "if I wanted to join your club, when's the next get-together?"

"There's actually a long vetting process," Shadow began.

But the moment Jody's face fell, the tiger interrupted himself and smiled. "Really, all I need is proof that your sexual health is as good as Ray said. I'm sure he'll vouch for you otherwise and show you the ropes."

Jody decided to ignore any pun that might be lurking in the comment. "Sure, I can get that."

"Then... I hope to see you again."

"And I hope to see you, too," Seth added politely -- but with a smile Jody couldn't help but read as suggestive.

They all exchanged bows. Even after waving them out the front door, Jody felt the social drain lessen, even though their condo still had guests.

When Jody turned around, Dave was on his feet, looking at his phone. "Actually, I'd better get some things if Marty and I are going to stay the night... looks like the nearest grocery store is on Partridge Avenue?"

"Yeah."

"Then I'll be right back. You be a good boy, okay Marty?"

The marten just nodded.

Once the door shut again, Marty rather suddenly wandered over and pulled Jody into a hug -- more like a vertical cuddle, really.

"Hey, Marty," Jody sighed, feeling more affectionate than anything at the moment, hugging him back. "How're you doing?"

"Lonely, sir."

The fact that he considered Jody good company made the collie feel warm inside. "I'm here for you. Let's go sit on the couch," he suggested.

Once they were cuddled fully again, Jody felt like he wanted to understand Marty. After all, he had mostly been operating on instinct, heavily influenced by his dick. He knew there was far more to being a good dominant than that.

"Marty, tell me something," he requested gently.

The marten looked up at him, his eyes saying what his voice did not need to: anything, sir.

"You've been... very good to me, tonight," he sighed without any dominant growl. "And I really appreciate it. But is there anything I could do... to be a better dom? And I don't want flattery," he added, "I want you to be honest."

Marty paused for a moment to think. "Every dom is different," he answered. "All I really want is to please my dom and have fun doing it. You've been clear about what you want, you're very happy when you get it, and you give me something back -- sex or just comments. I couldn't ask for anything else."

This reassurance made Jody smile, and give Marty a kiss on the cheek -- and then after a pause, a kiss on the muzzle, which the marten returned.

Jody could taste his jizz still lingering on Marty's breath, as well a hint of beer. He didn't feel like exploring the marten's mouth; he just wanted Marty to feel like he felt: glad to be with him.

Jody broke it after a long moment, as his erection returned. "Are you feeling lonely now?" he teased.

"No sir," answered Marty.

"I'm glad... because I'd really like to sleep with you tonight... if I could."

"Of course, sir."

"I thought so... really, it's Ray who might have a problem with it. He has... a thing about our bedroom. Let's just say that sex on the couch means one thing, but in bed... you could stay awake talking until four in the morning."

Jody smiled at the memory. But he saw Marty getting more confused and less excited, so didn't savor it too long.

"The point is, Ray and I understand that sex is one thing, and intimacy is another. And, uh, we'll have to find out what sleeping with you is. Okay?"

"As you wish, sir," Marty replied. He seemed hesitant.

Jody didn't feel like pushing it more than that. So he just cuddled, and didn't say a word -- and tried to ignore the occasion thump or clank that came from the bedroom.

***

Jody didn't know how long he and Marty cuddled. But the way he got out of it was one of the best ways he could think of.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, sir," Marty murmured. "but I need to pee again."

Jody opened his eyes to find Marty looking up at him with considerable anxiety. He must have been holding it to avoid disturbing him. This small gesture was enough to get Jody's dominant side back in control.

"I would love to just make you use a bucket," Jody growled, "but Ray wouldn't like it. So let's go."

Jody let him get up; but the moment the dog stood himself, he decided to act on an impulse.

He grabbed Marty's wrists and forced the marten's hands behind his back.

Marty did not resist in the slightest -- and this, too, made Jody enjoy it more.

"Same song, second verse," Jody added, putting one hand on Marty's shoulder while pinching Marty's wrists together, as if he were a guard handling a prisoner.

Once they were in the bathroom, Jody closed the door -- and in so doing, let Marty go for just a moment. As he had hoped, the submissive male did not attempt to move his hands out of their position, despite no longer physically being kept there.

"So you have to piss, huh?" Jody demanded.

"Yessir."

"You know the rules: no touching your dick without my permission. I'll handle it."

Jody once again pushed him over to the toilet, which conveniently already had the seat up.

"You're peeing standing up. Get ready."

Marty spread his legs about as much as he previously. Without another word, Jody took Marty's dick, pulling back his sheath a bit to expose his head.

"Now hurry up and piss."

Marty adjusted his stance a little wider and raised his tail before he started. Once the clear stream was flowing, Marty seemed to relax a little bit.

Jody decided to press his dominance to see if he could make Marty un-relax. Once Marty's urine trickled for three or four seconds, he took his hand from Marty's shoulder, gently grabbed his tail, and pulled it up a little bit.

Marty barely seemed to react.

Jody then upped the ante. He let his hand slide off of it, and brought it down to the base. He started brushing the furry buttocks with one of his fingers, inches from Marty's anus.

Marty squirmed and the stream stopped.

"You done?"

"N-n-no sir!" He clearly didn't like Jody's continued tickling.

"Then what are you stopping for? Finish up already!"

Jody did pause his finger teasing, giving Marty a moment of focus. But the moment the stream restarted, he was back at it -- and this time, there was a twitch in Marty's anus, and a sputter of flow, but the stream kept going.

"Good boy, Marty," Jody growled. "Someday when I'm impatient with how long your piss is taking, I might fuck you while I wait. You need to be ready for a good ass fuck at any time."

Marty didn't reply. But once his stream slowed down and squirted to a stop -- really done this time -- Jody found a blush on his cheeks.

Jody put the lid down and flushed it. Even before he could order Marty to sit, Marty seemed to read it from his body language and sat down.

"Now that you're all nice and empty, you're going to drink first and suck second. Understand?"

Marty nodded wordlessly, a shy smile complimenting his blush.

That beautiful expression got Jody's dick out of his fly and into Marty's mouth faster than ever before. The Marten seemed just as eager to bring it in.

Jody pushed Marty's head to the proper distance so that he could relax without stimulation. He didn't actually feel the need to pee, but knew that he didn't really feel the urge to piss until it was bad if he'd been drinking.

Marty gasped once as it started.

"Do your job, Marty," Jody chastised in response to this stumble.

Once he got it going, his stream still lasted longer than he expected. He was still glad to release what his bladder had stored up.

With the current position of his dick, it was very easy to get Marty to switch tasks. He just put his hands on Marty's ears, and the Marten fully engaged his muzzle and tongue.

Jody groaned, his partly hard cock getting to fully-hard, and then starting to ooze precum very quickly.

"Good boy... keep going," Jody panted as he approached the edge.

After a couple nudges, Marty synced up with his rhythm perfectly. That feeling combined with the wonderful smiling and blushing younger male servicing him pushed him over the edge.

Jody groaned loudly, dick pumping out sticky cum -- well, barely. He'd blown so much into Marty's mouth and ass already, his jizz felt a lot thinner than usual when it came out. But his orgasm felt so good, he didn't care.

"You're a... very good boy," he sighed as the tongue carefully and gently cleaned up his dick. He had already said that, but his dominant side was out of ideas.

"You may want a reward," he added, "but you made me get up. So your relief is your reward. Be content with it."

"Yessir," was all Marty said. He didn't sound too disappointed, to Jody's surprise.

Once Jody washed his hands and the two of them went back into the living room, he found Dave was back.

"I was wondering where you two had gone," he said.

"Sorry, I would have let you in, but Marty needed a piss."

Marty smiled, and Dave seemed to recognize it.

"Typical Marty," he said, "always needing to pee when it's inconvenient. Especially when he's been drinking."

"Yeah. Uh, where's Ray?"

"He let me in, then went that way."

Dave pointed further down the hall.

"Thanks. Marty, would you hang out with Dave for a minute?"

The marten immediately walked over to Dave, and attached himself in an equally cuddly way. It made Jody wonder if the affection he got from Marty wasn't quite as special as he had hoped -- but Raymond was more important right now.

Jody went back down the hall to their bedroom door, and found it closed. He was going to knock, but heard a rather heavy bump and their cheap wooden closet doors rattle.

What was Raymond doing? Was he hiding something? To reduce Raymond's opportunity for that, he opened the door and barged in.

What he saw was quite a shock: the room had been almost completely stripped. The bedside table was cleaned off, the book case was empty, even the posters on the walls had disappeared.

At that moment, Raymond was stuffing a large armful of something into the closet. The sliding door panels were fully unfolded to cover half the length of the room, and a little askew. Jody guessed it was because of the stuff jammed behind them.

Raymond didn't seem to notice him, so Jody closed the door behind him rather loudly.

Raymond startled. "Jody!" he gasped.

"Ray? Are you okay?" Jody asked, repeating the question he'd been asked much earlier. His current tone was much sharper than Raymond's had been.

"I'm fine. Just toning our room down a bit," he answered, gesturing around him.

"I'd say you've done a little more than that," Jody said with a weak smile, trying to avoid sounding too upset. "I'd say you'd finally found the money for a house, and were getting us ready to move out."

The lizard smiled, but it didn't last long. He started looking embarrassed.

Jody walked closer to him. "C'mon, Ray. What's up?"

Raymond walked away from him, going to the made-up bed -- with fresh sheets, Jody noticed. He sat on the edge, facing across the room.

"I don't know," he answered slowly. "I've just... never seen you behave that way with another guy. It's getting to me more than it should."

This was not a complete surprise to Jody. On one hand, Raymond hadn't shown any signs of jealousy up to this point, and his guidance to Jody today was always, "you're the birthday dog." On the other hand, they both knew Jody wasn't using their open-relationship pass nearly as much as Raymond.

Jody didn't care, but there were moments when Jody had wondered if Raymond cared more than he would admit. He wondered if Raymond had been taking Jody's lack of activity for granted, not really thinking about what would happen on a day like today.

"Ray," Jody offered in the gentlest voice he could, "all you had to do was say no. If you felt that way, why did you say yes?"

"Because I thought I would be okay with it. And even when I started feeling bad, I knew it would be over soon, and I really wanted you to remember this for a long time."

In other words, Jody thought, his instinct to please others was carrying over into a place it had no business being.

Jody sat down next to him on the bed. "Ray," he sighed, "if you're not happy, it's really hard to enjoy myself. I need to know what you really feel. I told Shadow I might join that club of yours, and I wanted to see Marty a lot more."

He saw Raymond look down at the ground in that moment, and grit his teeth.

"If that would upset you, you need to tell me. And why."

"It's not that," Raymond said, "we have our agreement, and it's fine. It's something else."

Jody paused and let him finish -- but he never did.

That made the collie decide on different tack. He scooted closer to Raymond and wrapped his arm around him. Though Raymond's face didn't change, he could feel the lizard's shoulder pressing into his elbow.

"Ray, I really appreciate this party you've put together," Jody added, putting his furred arm on the scaled shoulder. "And yes, I'd like to see more of Marty. But what you see here is all I want to see of him. He's not boyfriend material. You are. Okay?"

"It's not that," Raymond suddenly said. "It's the way you treat him. Going all dominant like that. You never do that with me."

That was what Jody was missing. Raymond was reacting with jealousy not over sex, but intimacy. Jody was showing Marty the persona he'd only let Raymond see in glimpses -- for good reason.

"I never go 'full dom' on you," Jody said, "because when I started to get into it past a certain point, I'll always want something like Marty gave me. If you changed your mind about watersports, I'd be happy to show it to you, but -- "

"Does it really have to be drinking it?"

This question made Jody pause, and think for a moment. He played out scenarios in his mind of Raymond serving him the same way Marty did.

They were the hottest, most wonderful thing he'd thought of in a while; but no matter what scene he tried to come up with, or tried to organize the crescendo of arousal and dirty talk in his head, the answer to Raymond's question was the same.

"Yes. At least, a mouthful or two."

"And there's no other way? You couldn't go easier on me?"

"I don't think the trick Marty is setting up would work with piss. I could drink a lot of fruit juice before we start," Jody offered. "At least then the piss wouldn't taste like piss very very much."

Raymond thought for a moment.

"So just one swallow does it?" the lizard repeated.

Jody could hear Raymond trying to compromise -- the same impulse that got Raymond feeling jealous. "Keep 'eager to please Ray' out of this, please," he snapped.

"No no," Raymond insisted, "I just want to know: how is one swallow different than spitting it all out? The same thing happens to the rest of it."

A smile suddenly appeared on Jody's face, left over from the fantasizing he'd just done. "It makes all the difference," he growled in his dominant voice. "It is the difference between struggling to obey your dom, who you must honor and serve in all things, and putting your own distaste for piss before him. Staying within your limits and deciding how you feel is his job, not yours."

Raymond's eyes lit up in response to that voice. It was something Jody always liked to see -- when he was able to use it, before he had to stop.

"I want to try it," Raymond said.

"I don't want you to try it because you want to 'keep up' with Marty," Jody said, back to his regular voice. "I want you to try it because you want to."

"I want to," Raymond answered. "If swallowing one gulp of your pee is the price to see 'full dom' Jody, I'll pay it. At least, I'll try. I just hope I don't choke or throw up or something."

"You realize you'd get a lot more piss on you."

"That's okay, because you'd make me shower then, right?"

Jody smiled at the thought. "Oh yes," he growled.

"Then, it's okay. And I'm okay."

Raymond hugged him. Jody hugged him back.

"If everything's okay, let's test it," Jody said with a smirk. "You know, Ray, I was thinking about joining that club of yours, and hooking up with Marty every weekend he's there."

But Raymond smiled. "Have fun," he said. "It's just more pee you're not going to ask me drink."

Jody snorted. "Thanks, Ray."

They hugged again, and Jody just enjoyed the feeling of fur interacting with scales.

After a beat, Jody let him go. "I don't know about you, but I'm pretty tired. How about we call it a night?"

"Yeah. You and Raymond can sleep in here. It was still good to de-clutter the table, at least."

Jody sighed with a smile. "Alright, I'll go get him."

***

The next morning, Jody woke up happy. To his surprise wasn't bursting for a pee -- but the smell of urine was in his nostrils.

He opened his eyes quickly, wondering if he'd wet the bed. Instead he found Marty cuddled beside him. His breath was the source of the smell.

Jody had dim recollections of waking up once or twice, but didn't remember why or what for. But he couldn't think about that for very long, as suddenly he heard a groan from beside him. A groan which suggested Marty was waking up, and much less peacefully.

"Marty, --"

Marty ignored him. Instead, he rolled out of bed and immediately grabbed the large plastic jug off the nightstand and started peeing into it. A quiet moan escaped the back of his throat.

As he continued to fill it, Jody noticed it was already half full.

"You must've had to pee, huh?"

"Especially after drinking yours, sir," sighed Marty. "I hope I helped you sleep well."

That was just the kind of erotic thought to put the dominant growl back into his voice. "Once you're done, you can finish me up -- and then, satisfy me in other ways," Jody said.

"Yessir."

Jody had to keep himself calm, as Marty put down the bottle. Because even though this was a very erotic thing he was about to do, it was just a warm-up for the big event Jody's body was finally ready for.

"Alright," insisted Jody, hanging his legs off the edge of the bed, "c'mere."

Marty quickly knelt down, and scooted between Jody's open legs, which he spread more to give Marty enough room. The lovely marten pulled the dick through the fly of Jody's boxers, and put his mouth around it. He was ready.

Jody closed his eyes and relaxed, focusing on his rather mild urge to pee -- and sure enough, the stream started trickling out.

Jody waited until he heard the mouth around him start filling up with the splashing stream, and then a swallow, before he delivered praise: "that's a good boy, Marty."

Jody didn't have to go all that bad, so his stream petered out after only about 15 seconds. But dutifully, Marty waited until he had squirted out the last drop and relaxed his muscles before he gently let his mouth off it.

Despite everything, the border collie was halfway hard, having such an attractive body so close to him, and such a wonderful and now familiar mouth touching his member.

"Alright Marty, go get set up in there. It should all be under the sink. I'll be there in a second."

"Yessir," Marty said, heading for the attached master bathroom.

The marten seemed to get more nervous again. Jody couldn't tell if it was from anticipation or dread, but either one only enhanced his arousal.

Jody decided he could spare a minute or two to check on Raymond and Dave. Returning to the living room, he found them still asleep despite the daylight shining through the cheap Venetian blinds. More notably, they had curled together, just like he and Marty had. They'd probably had fun, too.

"Raymond?" he asked warmly.

Even before the lizard moved, he changed his breathing. After a pause, he smiled without opening his eyes.

"It's time to wake up. We've got a big day ahead of us."

He shifted a bit, nuzzling against Dave's shirt -- and only then did he seem to realize the pelt he held wasn't Jody and rather suddenly sat up.

"Jody," he groaned.

"I'm over here," was all the dog answered with a smirk on his face.

"Mmmm... I hope you slept well," growled Dave next to him.

Raymond opened his eyes and looked around. "Yeah..."

"I slept alright, I think. Thanks for asking," Jody added. "I just wanted to make sure you two were awake before I took a shit."

"Why would you -- oh. Right," was all Raymond said.

Dave, though still drowsy, did smile.

"And if either of you two can cook, and wanted to have breakfast ready in 15-20 minutes maybe?" Jody added, "that wouldn't be bad, either."

As the lizard got to his feet and stretched -- just as naked as he was last night -- Jody was only briefly tempted to stare. The much more exotic experience that awaited him held his attention, and his hard-on had not deflated much from Marty's last "use."

Jody went back down the hall to the laundry room. He opened the closet, and pulled out the small laundry bench. It was a very simple design, two opposite braces that folded -- and were held only by a pair of heavy elastic bands on the edges, leaving empty space in most of the middle.

Jody had been saving it for this occasion. Only as he picked it up did the dog realize he'd kept this a secret from Raymond. The lizard just never thought to question why Jody kept it when they moved in, so was it really hiding?

Unfortunately, thinking about that too hard gave Jody an answer he didn't like: keeping it wasn't, but his occasional "practicing" with it was. It was very rare; only while Raymond was out of town, because he wanted to make to clean everything up to perfection before his boyfriend returned home.

All that practice, however, was about to pay off. He was about to use it "for real."

With the moment upon him, Jody felt a small trickle of anxiety mixing into his excitement. He would have to walk past the living room with it. Was Raymond still there?

He nervously poked his head out of the laundry room and looked down the hall. He found the kitchen doors closed, and heard running water. He told himself Raymond wouldn't see -- but still didn't look into the living room as he went past it to the other side of the apartment.

That anxiety faded once Jody got into the bedroom and closed the door. Not only was his secret safe, but the master bathroom door was calling him.

When he came inside, there was Marty, laying on his back in front of the toilet. His eyes reflected unease, but the rolled up towel under his head and the ring-gag in his mouth said he was ready.

It was quite a sight to Jody, but he knew had focus and stay relaxed. He also probably didn't want to look at Marty's mouth and face too hard, lest he spot the trickery used to keep Marty safe.

"You're quick, boy," was all Jody said with a growl, straddling Marty and unfolding the narrow table. "Good thing, too. Because I'm ready for my morning shit."

He set it down around Marty's head, and immediately turned around. Dropping his boxers to his ankles, he sat slowly, adjusting himself backwards so his buttocks were on the strap, and his thighs on the wooden sides. His anus was now directly in the empty space, and his eyes were gazing upon Marty's lower body, from quarter chub to reddish toes.

"Show me you're lined up," Jody demanded. "Lick me."

Marty did shuffle -- and plastic wrap did crackle -- but it only took a couple seconds for Jody to feel a warm and smooth tongue briefly touch his tail hole.

Jody groaned and flinched at the sudden touch. But after taking a breath, he forced his body to relax once again. Relaxing all his muscles was needed to fulfill this dream: starring in his own video without a camera.

"You're very obedient, Marty," Jody sighed as he managed to get his anal ring to fully relax once again, his guts and sitting position encouraging it. "And you know what your reward is for blind obedience to others? The same as in real life: a load of shit."

Jody pushed, and got the first soft log to come with little effort. It got to a decent length before breaking off under its own weight.

He heard Marty groan through his nose just as it landed -- almost covering up another small crinkle of clear plastic.

Jody pushed out a second log, then breathed, and pushed out a tiny bit more before he pinched again. "How does it taste, boy?"

Marty gave another nasal groan. Like the previous one, it was not a groan of arousal, but disgust or struggle. It reinforced the sadistic overtones in Jody's dominant feelings, which were tied to this long-buried fetish of his.

"I'm glad," Jody growled, as he waited for his guts to move. "Because it's practice. I'm thinking about buying you from Dave, and then it'll be the same thing every morning: cook me breakfast, wake me up, drink my piss, blow me, eat my shit, and watch me eat my food. That is how you will remember your place: cook me real food, and then watch me eat it with the taste of my shit in your mouth."

While Jody's dick had gotten harder, a moment's pause was all it took for his guts to become stronger than it again. He started pushing out the next turd, but it was reluctant to exit. He ended up pushing hard enough to dribble urine onto Marty's belly, but did finally get it out.

As Jody sighed and took another breath to relax, he noticed Marty's dick was getting taller. Jody didn't know whether Marty liked being demeaned like this, or it was Jody being so in his element. Either way, it was more fuel for Jody's arousal as he imagined Marty, in some other universe, doing this for him every morning.

Jody sat for another long moment, waiting to see if he had any more left inside. "You're lucky I'm a once-a-day guy," he added to fill the silence. "Or maybe not. Because it means you'll always get a full set of leftovers from yesterday. No matter what I ate."

Jody pushed again, getting just a small fart. But after a moment, he did get another small log to pop out and drop into Marty's mouth.

"Be glad I ate light," Jody added, "if I'd had that spicy chicken I sometimes get, you'd be in for it. Now chew and swallow, so you can clean me up."

Though Marty did make some vocalizations, he couldn't cover up the loud crinkling this time. It was getting to the point where the illusion was being ruined for Jody.

"Stop," he barked.

All sound ceased.

"Your... chewing is too loud, and ruining the mood. Gulp my turds down whole, the way you deserve to eat them."

There was one burst of rustling before silence fell again. Then Jody heard some kind of guttural sound. He knew it wasn't swallowing, but once it was repeated three more times, he could imagine it was. Clearly Marty wanted him to.

"Good boy," Jody growled. "Swallow it."

Two more swallows, and he seemed to be finished.

"Now," Jody's voice demanded as he grasped his own shaft, "clean me up as befits you."

It took a moment and another crackle or two, but the warm tongue soon reappeared on his tail hole, getting Jody to groan involuntarily. Rather than just a small touch, it started licking long and eager strokes.

"Good boy," Jody groaned as he started pawing himself, quickly rising up to the edge. "Service your dom..."

The licking seemed to cover his pink hole one section at a time, suggesting that Marty was indeed looking at where the scat was. When Jody was on the brink of no return, he felt what he was hoping Marty would do: start digging his tongue deeper, more rimming than cleaning.

The border collie was already so geared up by the experience that a couple more vigorous strokes on his erection shoved him over the edge into an intense orgasm. His loud moan echoed off the tile walls of the master bathroom -- and he didn't care who heard it.

He let his strings of cum fly out, and land wherever on Marty it would. Another two or three spurts, plus a dribble he shook off onto Marty's stomach, and he was left gasping for breath with a luminous afterglow filling his body.

Jody panted, letting the sound of his breathing fill the room. "Good boy," he finally sighed. "Very good boy... Unbelievably good boy..."

He didn't know what words could capture this warmth left over from a peak of ecstasy he seldom got to.

"You're... really gross," Jody ad-libbed. "Wonderfully gross. Thank you."

Marty still did not speak, but did put his knees up -- perhaps a hint, as it brought his full erection closer to Jody.

"Clean up," he sighed, "then breakfast, then you can have an orgasm. Your dom is always most important, remember?"

Marty didn't answer, but he didn't have to.

Jody got up, feeling quite clean after his morning shit. He did use a bit of toilet paper, as the plastic wrap protecting Marty's tongue couldn't get quite everything, but then washed his hands and resumed his usual morning routine.

Later, he returned to the living room fully dressed, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened for a Sunday. He found Dave had also dressed, and the lizard's clothes had disappeared. He presumed Raymond was in the kitchen starting breakfast.

"Morning," was all Jody said, his usual greeting that Raymond would find familiar.

"So, did Marty perform the way you expected?"

"He was... everything I wanted. He's wonderful."

"How'd you like a repeat sometime?"

Jody had thought about asking more than once, but this offer without a prompt made him almost blush. "I'd love to -- if he'd have me."

"If he's doing everything you're askin' for," Dave answered with an affectionate smile, "I know he'll say yes. Even the 'edgy' stuff."

Jody didn't say much after that, just enjoying his happiness and checking his phone for the morning. Partly it was he didn't know what to say, partly it was that he wanted Marty and/or Raymond for everything else he wanted to ask.

Marty was next to return, still naked but smelling like Raymond's body wash rather than the scat he'd just "eaten." He also still had a quarter-chub -- whether from Jody's teasing or the experience the dog couldn't tell.

"There's my boy," Dave added affectionately. "Did you have fun?"

Marty smiled shyly -- but didn't actually answer.

"His fun is after breakfast," Jody clarified.

"Then tell your boyfriend to hurry up," Dave joked. "I'm getting hungry, and I bet Marty wants to get some real food in his belly, too."

Marty nodded.

Jody knew that no matter what breakfast was, he'd already had the best birthday present he could have asked for.

The End.