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"Come on Eric!! It's gonna be on in a few seconds!"

"I'm comin'. I'm comin'. Jeez Justin, you really like this show don't you?"

"Of course I do! This is the best kind of reality show they have on these days!" Justin clamored as he plopped himself down onto the floor rug and crossed his legs Indian style to get into a more comfortable position.

"Come on you and I both know that the guys they put on are actors. I bet that they stage the entire thing even with paid winos they drag up off of the street." Eric grumbles while hoping up onto the large couch behind Eric and sprawling his full form out across the cushions.

"You are so pessimistic."

"It's called being realistic."

"Whatever. Oh, here it comes!"

The program didn't begin like other TV series with a catchy theme song and scenes of dramatic interactions to come but instead the blurred forms of three figures in a small room was made privy to the audience which steadily grew clearer and clearer until the camera focused on three males bound together in a small gray prison cell. Light filtered in from an iron barred window giving the camera enough illumination to capture the faces of a wolf, dog, and horse strung up and squirming while growling and grunting alternatively, as they tried to speak around gags that had been stuffed inside of their muzzles. Each male was a flawless specimen of his species with the right amount of definition cut into their pectorals, solar plexus, on down to their thighs and legs showing the time and effort the three furs had put into honing their bodies to the peak of masculinity. All three were situated so that that each sat/hung in a triangle point from one another while desperate sexual vigor was forced from their faces as unwanted pleasure coursed through their captured bodies, much to the threesome's respective embarrassment and discomfort. Long and thick cocks jutted up from between naked groins as each male's length seeped a clear, musky sap from the tips of their forced erections. Sweat ghosted lightly over their fur as moans drifted from between their spread lips while each male in turn tried to escape from his own companionable torture, however all their attempts brought about was the rising excitement from the more perverted viewers at home.

Justin was one said watcher who felt hot lust boiling up inside of his loins as the arousing sight of the three males in desperate throes of bonded intimacy struggling and squirming while at the same time making heated noises pierce free from their spread lips. The crotch of his jeans began to tent as his nature rose from within his sheath like a hard iron pole and looking back to his skeptical boyfriend Justin could see that Eric too, couldn't help but writhe as he shuffled his legs to get himself under control. Their eyes met with a fiery light dancing inside of the different colored orbs as Eric began to understand why Justin liked this particular reality program so much and watched it every week it came on with religious fanaticism. The eroticism was evident as anyone could see but it was the beautiful suffering of such faultless males fighting for their pride through the bonds holding them so tightly that made a fur unable to tear his gaze away from the scene in front of them. Eric's mind filled with morbid curiosity as his thoughts of how and why these three males had come to be the way they were now and what would be done to them in moments to come since the sight of them was too real to be staged or practiced.

The two lovers turned their eyes back to the TV just in time to see the host step into the room from a previously unseen door. The person in question was a large giraffe wearing a French business suit fit 'to a tee' over his muscular frame showing the cuts of the muscular ungulate's broad form. Compared to the three in the background the newcomer seemed to be out of place with his smiling face and jovial aura walking in front of the trio as if the dog, horse, and wolf were just center pieces to the background. The giraffe open his mouth to speak after a hush seemed to fill the air,

"Good afternoon gentlemen and ladies and welcome to another episode of Bondage! Cliché, I know, but hey I'm not the one who named the show." Laughter resounded from Justin and an exasperated chuckle was coughed up from Eric's throat at the announcer's weekly quip.

"Now for today, all of you will be able to get a special treat as we here at the studio told you last week. For those of you just tuning in let me just say: welcome and thanks for joining us. Now, last week viewers got a treat because we had a special guest enacting out all of your fantasies with last week's 'guests' from the calls that flooded in from our telephone lines and so many of you were able to, join in, so to speak, and get to see some of the more kinky fetishes you like being preformed. However, tonight we have something even more special because we were running our annual sweepstakes and picked a lucky winner who we would call up and have relay all of his or her personal desires onto these three behind me." At that the giraffe pointed a thumb over his shoulder and the cameraman zoomed in on the faces of each bound male in turn.

The wolf got his first taste of being caught on camera as the lens centered in on the dark grey form of the handsome alpha male. At thirty-six years old the lupine was an impressive site of fur and muscle given to him from his long life of being in the military. Years of intense labor in the service shown through from the rigid definition in the wolf's upper and lower torso as his meaty pectorals flexed underneath the harness strapped over his front and back. Tied to the pine wood chair the wolf was as naked as the day he had been born to his litter save for the black knee high combat boots harnessed against his legs to the chair's legs to keep them in place. His struggling was the most miniscule of the trio as the lupine groaned and growled while his rampant tail swung freely back behind him showing a mixture of extreme anxiety and twisted bliss. Out of all of them the wolf may have been the only one who found more than a little wanted pleasure from the unwanted situation he found himself in but there was no way to be sure as his eyes were clenched tightly closed and his body wiggled fruitlessly from within his bonds.

Fluffy ears pointed straight up onto the top of his head the heavy mane of fur along the top of the wolf's scalp all the way down to his shoulders was ruffled from the state of distress the lupine was feeling. It didn't help anything that his nipples were hard as stones jutting out against his chest while an oversized red ball gag that was stuffed in between his ivory fangs as drool dribbled like a fountain down onto his stomach giving the wolf an even more savage but sensual persona about himself. Trying to bite down on the rubbery material proved useless as all it did was tire out the lupine's jaws forcing him to loosen the pressure around the ball and slobber even harder around the gag.

Arms tied behind his the chair by three inch thigh double knotted ropes the grey wolf couldn't do much with his fingers as they too had been laced together stopping him from clawing his way out of his current predicament. So there he sat struggling vainly in the bolted seat while clenching his eyes to keep his desperation from being shown to the world. Many at home were so enamored at the sight of the wolf that few noticed the outlining of the base of an eight inch wide purple dildo protruding from the lupine's rump.

Even those who could tear their eyes from the sight of the wolf's ridged body being so easily contained by the bondage equipment, dozens of furs still failed to see the dildo for instead their eyes were intently directed to the humongous testicles swaying between the wolf's legs. A few scant centimeters close to the seat of his chair underneath the shadow of the hard length of his cock the swaying twin pendulum of the wolf's scrotum bobbed teasingly against the hard wood just below making the lupine arch up from the shocks of his sensitive orbs pressing down underneath the weight of his sheath. Up above droplets of pre rained down from the dripping piece of meat throbbing from the hard and steely veins pulsing with blood along the length and knot at the base of the wolf's dick. Glands soaked and shiny the wolf's maleness looked good enough to devour whole and with his legs spread wide and arms folded behind him the captured lupine wasn't going anywhere anytime soon giving the audience the chance to ogle all they wanted.

"Now to prove that we did orchestrate the entire contest the person in question received a small package from us here at Bondage with a copy of his entry form and the rules of how the call-in will be handled. To make sure, of course, that we keep things as 'clean' as possible with our lawyer and the state we had them call us back with the registration number, their admission of who they were, their age, and an understanding that everything would be recorded for prosperity for the call we'll be making today. Now in just a few moments I'm going to have someone here make the phone call after the 'guys' get here with their 'equipment' and then once we get the contest winner on the line our operator will put them on speakerphone so that we all will be able to hear them and all of their sexy little inclinations." The giraffe said while turning to nod his head to someone unseen by the camera.

His movements gave the cameraman enough of an opening to get a shot of the stallion that was hanging from the ceiling a few feet away from the wolf. The large black horse was trussed up like a turkey for the holidays as the leather straps attached to his body held him easily despite his three hundred odd pounds of weight. His brown mane coming down over his face the audience got a good look at the stallion and many of them were feeling the burning of heat of dominant lust welling up inside of them from the sight of such a hunk of flesh dangling so helplessly like a piñata. A brown bridle covered the stallion's face as the horse slobbered over the ball gag like bit that had been stuffed between his fleshy lips. Dripping obscenely and excessively saliva had begun to form a small lake on the floor below him as he tried hard to fight off the sensations flood through of his body like a tidal wave. A different kind of body harness had been wrapped around the stallion, its design like that of an 'O' arrested across the horse's form clenching the muscles of his abdomen and chest almost biting through the fur and into him just below his nipples but above his groin showing off his taunt abdomen. Bulging arms held behind his back the same as the wolf the stallion got the pleasure of having his triceps locked into place by ties connected to his wrist to turn his struggles into sways which rocked the horse's body back and forth like a metronome.

All over his body was ripe with fresh sweat and in between his thighs the stallion's erection was stiff and needy for a tight vice of a willing cunt, be it male or female, to dig its way into as the eighteen inches of horsecock bounced restlessly in the air. His flare was spread wide and from the hole in the center of his shaft a dribbling of thick secretion of seminal fluids mixed into the same puddle beneath him making a musky miasma of scent flow freely up into his nose along with the noses of his companions. Below the head of his horsehood a interlinking chain had been wrapped just underneath the flare and tied to it was a large steel ball forcing the stallion's length to bend down at what would have been eye level but despite the forces of gravity at work the horse's penis continued to angle upwards in defiance of the three pound metal sphere hanging from it. A metal cock ring had been placed decoratively onto the stallion's length not really constricting blood or semen from escaping from out but instead branding the horse as a prize that a select few had the pleasure of handling to coordinate him into the position he was in at the moment. Down further along the road of the stalk of meat was the stallion's beefy oval shaped balls pulled tightly against his body and even further back behind him, where no one could see but everyone knew was there, was an anal toy of some kind shoved into the pit of the horse's rear.

The long brush of a tail danced over the unseen stimulator causing the horse to shiver and snort while whinnying in need making him swing farther in his bonds and get absolutely nowhere for his troubles. With his legs tied to his calves by thin ribbons of doubly bound wires the stallion's chocolate tail was able to flick over his hoofs lethargically showing that even brute strength that the horse obviously possessed was useless against the finely crafted leather straps holding him more tightly than any lover in the past had. A fine prize some of the viewers at home thought as they murmured amongst themselves about what kind of 'fair' the stud in question had been purchased from. Eric and Justin were one such pair as they looked back to one another,

"I bet he lost a race at a track somewhere and is paying off a debt by selling his ass to the people who own the show." Eric said as he tried to ignore the pressure rising from his groin while staring into the glowing, desire soaked eyes of his boyfriend.

"I think you just want to ride that horse all the way until he gets to a finish line dripping with your thick cum from his rear end." Justin made little show that he was aroused now as the unclothed pole of meat between his legs throbbed like a beacon showing off his want for sexual gratification. Either from his own paw or his boyfriend Justin didn't care but he knew he would have to have something stroking along his body soon or he would burst, preferably all over himself and maybe even the rug as the roaring coming from the center of his groin grew hotter and louder in the pit of his belly.

Eric gasped as he tried to stop the throaty rumble coming from his lips as his own sex began to harden further inside of his pants at the thoughts of having such a stud under his body. There was no denying that he was enjoying the show now but he was still somewhat skeptical that any of it was 'real', but as he watched the trio the reality of what was happening began to arouse him to new levels.

"I guess you are enjoying this reality show after all, huh?" Justin quipped as he brought himself up and turned to press his nose into the crotch of his boyfriend's pants. Using his teeth Justin was able to pull Eric's zipper down and then fish out the older male's hard cock. Juicing and flowing like a stream Justin nosed the aroused piece of flesh but didn't do anything more except lift his eyes up to stare into Eric's eyes.

"Y-yeah, but I still say that those guys are some kind of actors. I mean, honestly, who would let this be done to them unless they were being paid for it?" Eric tried to reason though his panting breaths as his excitement grew to new heights from Justin's teasing.

"Oh you are impossible. The world's a big place and not everyone gets paid to have themselves paraded for other's entertainment. Who knows, those guys might be convicts or something. Maybe they even got kidnapped and are part of a slave trade. What happens to them afterwards and all the others is never revealed but all you need to know is that they are both enjoying and not enjoying what's happening to them and we reap the benefits of it either way. This is all the reality there needs to be." Justin said sagely making Eric break free from the hazing pleasure engulfing his mind to stare in wonder at his boyfriend. Justin just smiled cheekily before speaking up again. "I guess that's why it's my job to prove to you, once and for all, that this is a real reality show." Justin said as he hopped up from his place on the floor on the rug and dashed up to his room.

Eric sat on the couch with his head turned towards where his boyfriend had gone with an almost visible question mark above his head before he watched the fur in question race back down with a small box in his paws. When the other got over to Justin he shoved the package into his hands and then stood in his place with a smile on his muzzle. Tail lashing behind him excitedly Justin only had to wait a few minutes before,

"What's this...it can't be!" Eric gasped as he looked down and then back up to the TV.

"But it is."

"There's no way! The odds are...are..."

"One in three thousand and six hundred or so. Lucky you!" Justin cheered.

"How? When?"

"When you were at work I signed you up and got the entry form mailed off on the second day after the contest began. Congratulations baby!" Justin kneeled and kissed his boyfriend on the cheek making sure to nuzzle into the warm fur of the other before going over and picking up their cordless phone and seating it and himself into Justin's lap.

"I...I..."

"You can thank me later with some hot and sticky sexing after the show, or during if you'd like, once you let me explain to you the rules." And ten minutes later Justin was flabbergasted as well as stunned but all in all enamored.

"Thank you Eric. I don't know what to say."

"Well you better think of something because once the announcer calls in the other guys for this afternoon's show that phone of ours will be ringing. You have all of your kinky little ideas swirling into that head of yours."

Looking back to the last male on the screen with hungry eyes Justin could only nod his head as a devilish smirk bore its way across his lips. "Oh yeah! Most definitely!"

Justin couldn't help himself as he laughed and then turned to look back at the last of the trio who the cameraman was now getting a full shot of. Unlike the others the final male was a dog who looked like he had enough fight in him to keep up a good amount of struggling for the entire run of the show. While the wolf and horse looked as if they had partiality resigned themselves to their fate the dog in question was twisting, turning, growling and salivating at the mouth like some rabid feral. His fur pattern was a mix of dark brown and tan giving the canine the look of a Doberman but his face was to slim and narrow to be a Dobie so many of the audience figured him to be a mutt of some kind. He was actually 'dressed', per say, unlike his companions with a cut off black shirt covering his upper torso with an interlaced buckle closing off his pectorals from view. The material was cut so that his harden nipples could be seen with silver rings clamped into the dime sized nubs making many at home imagined that they could just reach out and touch the canine to feel the heated metal beneath their paws. In his mouth there wasn't a ball gag but a banana gag stuffed between the dog's lips complete with ties wrapped around the middle of the toy where the canine's fangs could catch onto the material. To keep him from spitting out the toy small bands were knotted together connecting several thick strings fashioned into a muzzle over and around the canine's head. Forced to bend forward relieve some of the pressure from his back there was little way for the dog to either open or close his mouth around the gag so instead he bit down just enough to dif his fangs into the banana as he breathed through his nose and growled out loud for everyone to hear.

The canine was held against a red Saint Andrew's Cross with metal holds restraining his elbows while his wrists were detained by ropes linked to somewhere unseen onto the floor preventing him from moving around too excessively and possibly breaking free from the cross to make his escape. His tightly clenched gloved fist were proof to his the dog's frustration as his he tried to flex his arms enough to snap himself free from the ropes but failed miserably only making himself angrier and more willful to escape. Chest forward and posterior back against the cross the canine had some kind of black belt around his waist bonded to long straps than ran down the outer side of both his legs. Connected to the straps were similar belts locked into the cross around his lower thighs with multiple buckles connecting the whole ensemble together. A lighter covering of sweat dewed over the dog's body making the leather of his jacket heavy over his fur and his body musk rise up into his face making the canine grimace from his own stink. How many days had he been without a bath he didn't know but the smell from his pits and his crotch were starting to intermingle making him want to gag...if he could.

Like the other two his cock was hard and dripping but unlike the wolf the dog had a leather cock ring complete with studs tied just below his pulsating knot to keep him from growing soft. The stimulation of the cool air inside of the room mixed alongside his heated body weren't aiding the dog in his venture to hide his twisted excitement from view as his veins throbbed thickly with his constricted blood. His balls were hanging loose down in the valley his thighs made but slowly they began to draw up as the canine felt something like an orgasm creeping up into his body from where his struggles made his orbs tap against the large yellow phallus shoved deep between his ass cheeks. The overly large toy had been shoveled into the dog's ass sometime while he had been unconscious and as he twisted and turned against the cross the dildo raked across his prostate making sparks of pleasure dance behind his closed eyes creating red blotches in the darkness. His tail had been pushed through a hole in the cross and couldn't help him any as it waved frantically like a flag in a whirlwind unseen by the viewers at home.

Body tight, cock hard, scruff ruffled and eyes shut tight the canine was the epitome of everything Bondage was known for. The sight of all his masculinity held firmly by ropes and captured in leather made many of the furs watching hungry for the time when the dog would be show would become the master of his body. The veins on his biceps flexed as the dog pulled at the metal holding on to him while the tight leather jacket clenched onto the contours of his upper torso wrinkling and bunching together while the open collar exposed the 'v' of the canine's shoulder blades. His tan throat looked to be a tender morsel made to be bit on and as his Adam's apple bobbed in his throat Eric was imagining just what sounds the dog would make when he asked for that to happen to the canine in the next few minutes.

The dog knew nothing of this as in his mind the canine thought dejectedly that this is where his thirty-two years of life would take him; degraded, humiliated and made into a public sex icon for perverts to gawk at while he fought for his pride and dignity all because of one hour at a bar. One stupid drink had been his downfall.

One. Silly. Little drink.

The canine knew anguish like no other as he battled against himself to get free and would do so all the way through the show even when whatever was to come was forced onto him. Ears laid flat against his head the canine grunting and snarled as he fought and fought and fought...

Many of the people at home wondered just how much trouble someone had to go through to get him to where he was now and that thought made them even hornier to see such a such a magnificent brute brought down to the levels of debauchery that this show was known for.

"Alright then. Our crew here at the studio had just come in but as usual no one will see who they are as each male of our cast is covered in a latex body suit. All you will get to see this evening is one or more of them performing whatever acts our contest winner decides. Now then, if everything is ready I hope that our contestant is at home because here we go," The giraffe chimed as he nodded to someone again off the screen and soon a certain phone was being rung...

Pressing onto the Talk button Eric opened his mouth and said, "Hello."