A Weekend Alone

Day One: Friday

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"Aw, shit! You won again," said the white mouse, falling onto the table in front of him exasperatedly.

The large black dog across the table grinned as he collected the cards and put them back into a neat pile.

"Best three out of five," the mouse suggested.

"Sorry little buddy, but I gave you enough leeway going to two out of three."

"Come on, please?"

The newfoundland giggled as he reached across the table and grabbed the mouse's hand.

"Not a chance, Evan. I won the game, fair and square. And you know what that means."

The mouse sighed, but this time it was a happy sigh.

"That means that I'm all yours this weekend. Means that you, my big, strong, handsome Rufus, get to do whatever you want to me....for three whole days."

"That's right, my little mousey. You ready to go?" The black dog stood up from the table and gestured to the door.

"Always ready for you, Rufus, always," the mouse said, giggling and blushing. As he passed the large dog, he rubbed his cheek lightly against his chest - Rufus was a good foot and a half taller than Evan, and he loved rubbing against his 'puppy's' chest. Rufus grinned and patted Evan on the ass as he followed him out of the study room. They followed the sidewalk off of their college campus and enjoyed the brisk fall weather as they walked the mile and a half distance to Rufus' apartment.

The two lovers had met in high school. Rufus had been a star player on the hockey team, and Evan had lusted after him for years until he finally worked up the courage to come out. Rufus had been secretly lusting after Evan as well, and when Evan came out, he finally took his chance, and took him to senior prom. The night that followed was truly amazing for both of them, and they had been inseparable ever since. Evan, lacking direction, followed Rufus to his off-campus apartment and took a full-time job at the local computer shop. Rufus was majoring in physiology, with a minor in massage therapy. Despite his large stature, Rufus was a gentle man, and his euphoric massages were one of the reasons Evan loved him as much as he did.

Evan shivered slightly as the breeze began to turn cold. Rufus noticed this and draped his muscular arm over Evan's shoulders, hugging him close. Evan slid his arm around Rufus' waist and they walked, holding each other close, as lovers do. As they arrived at the apartment, the super waved to them.

"Hey, Evan, Rufus," said the large white tiger, grinning at them.

"Oh, hey Gerald, what's up?"

"Package came for ya today, Rufus. This the one you've been waiting for?"

The tiger lifted a large cardboard box over the counter and handed it to Rufus. Rufus, grinning madly, took the box and shook it gently. Evan could hear what sounded like chains jangling.

"Yep, this is the one, thanks Gerald."

"You're really in for it this time, Evan," Gerald said, grinning and shaking his head at the mouse, "Rufus has had this planned for a while now."

"Oh, really," said Evan, shooting Rufus a sideways glance, "Has he told you anything?"

"Oh no, he's been keeping this one well under wraps. But that's the fifth package he's ordered for it, so I can only imagine it's rather extravagant."

"Well, I'm sure I can take whatever he throws at me," the mouse replied. And he meant it. Rufus had never done anything to hurt him, and he always knew when to stop.

"Ready to go, Evan," Rufus asked. The sly smile on his face made Evan both nervous and excited.

"Of course, hun," Evan replied. The two walked to Rufus' room, Rufus carrying the large box under one arm and hugging Evan with the other. As they entered the room, Evan immediately noticed some things were different since the last time he had been there. For one, the room was clean - no, not just clean - spotless. Immaculate. Not a scrap of garbage anywhere. Now this might not sound very impressive, but remember that Rufus is a college student, as well as a large dog - not exactly renowned for their cleanliness. And every room, too - the entryway, the kitchen, even the living room, all were spotless. Rufus knew that his messy living habits were a big pet peeve of Evan's - and the cause of many of their sporadic arguments.

"Whoa....did Elly clean before she left?" Asked Evan, referring to Rufus' otter housemate.

"Nope. I cleaned it all up yesterday," Rufus responded, smiling, "Happy Anniversary, mousey." He gave Evan a quick smooch on the cheek, and told him to have a seat. Evan complied, leaning back and crossing his legs. He relaxed and closed his eyes, imaging what Rufus had in store for him. Rufus came back into the room carrying a huge stack of their favorite DVDs. The doorbell rang as he put in Fear and Loathing. Evan answered it, and a large panther at the door handed him two pizza boxes.

"Delivery for a....Rufus?"

Rufus hurried to the door and slipped the panther a few bills.

"Keep the change," he said, grinning, and led Evan back to the couch.

The two started eating and sat down to enjoy their movie marathon. Around halfway through the fifth movie, Unleashed, after the pizza was all gone, Evan slid his arm around Rufus' waist and rested his head on his shoulder. Evan had fallen asleep before the movie was over, and Rufus, grinning, gently picked Evan up and carried him to the bed.

Rufus gently removed Evan's pants and shirt, and after rubbing his bulge, he removed his boxers as well. He slid the box over next to the bed opened it, and pulled out a pink thong. He slid it gently up the mouse's legs and around his waist, grinning as it barely covered his quickly growing subliminal erection. Then, he pulled out a pair of padded handcuffs, slid them gently onto Evan's wrists, and locked them snugly. He stripped himself, revealing his own throbbing cock, and laid down next to Evan. He draped his arm over his shoulder and spooned him, gently nudging his ass with his erection, and the two drifted off to sleep together.