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Quinn sipped his coffee, watching the door to the cafe. He preferred to have drinks ordered for him, but his date wouldn't show for another few minutes, so he had grabbed a small cappuccino as something to do.

The skunk had messaged him first, asking something about trying something new. Quinn's bio made it pretty clear what he was open to, and one look at his admirer led to a quick reply. He'd always had a thing for bears, literal or not, so a heavyset guy twice his age was perfect even without the cocky grin he was wearing. Some light flirting later and they'd set a date and time - the doberman's night shifts cockblocked him again, so he'd had to wait a couple days for this.

He spotted his date through the front window and got a wink as the skunk stepped through the door and walked over.

Quinn raised his eyebrows. "Nothing to drink?"

"I'd be drinking if you'd picked a bar. Didn't want the extra eyes?"

"Wanted somewhere I can hear. Phil, right?"

The skunk nodded. "One and only. Conversation over, you get in my car so I can get in your ass? Or did you have something to say first."

Quinn rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I'll apologize for delaying you later. You still haven't told me what you have in mind."

Phil pouted and sighed. "Can't wait until I've got you tied up to ask? I was aiming for a surprise."

"No surprises for me, sorry. I'm a big fan of consent."

A heavy scoff and a hand over his muzzle made it clear that the skunk had been looking for a different answer. "I'm not gonna stab ya and you'll get to leave eventually. That good enough?"

The dog pulled his head back and shook it. "No surprises, no hiding things, or this isn't going anywhere. I'm not here to be taken advantage of."

He couldn't tell if the skunk narrowed his eyes. "Hell of a sub you are. What, you want a list? I tie you up, I make it hurt, I shove my dick in your ass. There."

Quinn hesitated - he really did want a bit more, but any threat to leave was a bit of a bluff. "Cool. Yeah, sorry, I - not sorry, I just... I know my limits. Don't want you pushing anything."

The skunk waved a paw and leaned back. "Eh, you're fine. If I can't force it I won't. You satisfied?"

Quinn nodded and stood, with Phil following. The skunk immediately took the chance to grab his catch's ass and got a stumble out of it. Quinn wanted to snark back, but he also wanted to shut up and get things going, so he pulled the hand off and kept walking.

The skunk clearly wasn't about to tidy up on some kid's behalf. The car had wrappers strewn across the back seat, and Quinn had to angle his legs to fit them next to the bags under the dashboard. Phil barely seemed to notice, taking the opportunity to paw at the dog's crotch while he got going. Once again passing on an opportunity to complain, he held the paw and pushed it harder onto his sheath, earning a chuckle from the driver. "You wanna take those off now, tease?"

The skunk didn't even look away from the road as Quinn eagerly unbuttoned the pants and pulled them down to show off his jockstrap. Once they hit a light, Phil gave a whistle and got back to work. Quinn wanted to give a hand back, but the skunk had a better angle and he had to settle for rubbing the skunk's thigh and leaning against his arm. He'd already been excited leaving the cafe, and it didn't take too many more red lights to get him hard and lightly panting. Phil had pulled the jock off to admire the doberman's equipment - a six-inch cock that looked a bit small next to his oversized sack. Quinn was still holding off from pawing off, so his dick was abandoned when the skunk started roughly kneading his balls. A few grunts and whines were clearly what Phil was looking for, and he ended up driving the last mile or two one-handed to keep them coming. By the time they arrived at his apartment, his paw and the dog's dick were dotted with pre and Quinn was so distracted he hardly noticed they'd come to a stop.

"Cmon, pup, you've got an apology to give me. Throw something on, don't want somebody getting mad." Phil had already shut his door by the time Quinn's head was clear, and he hurridly tried to get the jock to at least cover most of his dick as he stepped out. Rushing to catch back up, he entered the apartment with the skunk's arm around him.

He'd expected worse, based on the car. No filth, no trash strewn around, the living room was mostly a couch and a TV. Phil started to pull him along, then rethought it and picked the dog up into a fireman's carry and gave him a kiss. Quinn eagerly reciprocated, and the skunk took the opportunity to run his paw under the nub tail and prod at the hole he'd been waiting for. Quinn moaned through their tongues and pressed back while rubbing at his dick. Phil chuckled and pulled the dog's paw off and head back.

"I think you've had plenty of attention. You be good, and maybe I'll let you."

With that, he stepped over into the bedroom and lay Quinn down on the bed. There was already a severe looking metal frame set up in the front of the room, with a mess of rope thrown over top. The skunk grinned and rummaged through a drawer, picking out just what he might need.

At the same time, he finally stripped down, and the dog gasped a bit as he saw what he would be taking. Phil's pants must have been heavy duty, since Quinn hadn't seen any sign of an eleven-inch cock as fat as his fist in the car. He had a perfect view of the skunk's balls hanging between his legs, too - close to his crotch, but looking ready to burst. As the skunk turned, his dick easily reached past his sizable stomach, and Quinn could swear he saw Phil's balls in front of his thigh. The skunk looked down at him and grinned, thrusting his hip out a bit to show off.

"Alright, pup. You said you wanted to know what I was doing. I'm gonna muzzle you, blindfold you, and handcuff you. Sounds good, or do you wanna negotiate more?"

Again, Quinn hesitated. "I still want you to tell me what you're doing, and if I start kicking at you, I want you to stop and untie me."

"Just gonna have to bind your legs good, then." The skunk took a seat on his pup's chest, then got to work pulling the muzzle over. Quinn turned his face, but still couldn't muster the courage to actually object. Phil took the chance to press the dog's head against the bed and slide the muzzle on.

With the pup pacified, Phil added a simple leather blindfold, then lifted the dog's snout to his shoulder to lock the pup's arms behind his back.

"You can still whine just fine, if you didn't know. Feel free to act like as much of a bitch as ya want, I'll stop if you seem too upset. Last chance to back out."

Quinn buried his face in the skunk's pits and whined. What would he do, start kicking out now? The last chance to back out was before he got cuffed and gagged. He was ready for the fun part.

Phil patted his head. "Good boy. Stay right there, I'll get set up." Quinn felt the mattress lift as the skunk got up and started uncoiling rope.

He'd had plenty of time to think of ideas while waiting for the day to arrive. Apparently the kid hadn't really done much with ropes before, but he looked pretty flexible, so he didn't think there was anything off limits. He enjoyed watching the pup give up some control, but he still didn't want to go too far. At the very least, it wouldn't be as fun if he got unruly, and at the very worse the pup could end up making things worse than Phil wanted if he flailed too much. Best to start simple. Didn't mean he would be nice, though.

Quinn let himself get picked up off the bed, not sure how to position himself so he was easy to set up. The skunk held him up and pushed his legs down, and he got the signal to stand by himself. He shivered a bit as he felt the rope being rubbed around his body, and he would have gasped if he could when he felt it being drawn against his neck. Instead he made a sharp whine as the skunk pulled the rope tight around his throat, but didn't try to stop it. He stood calmly for what felt like minutes, unable to breathe but earnestly submitting to what he hoped was just a show of control. Just as started to feel light-headed and considered fighting back, the skunk released the tension and rubbed the pup's neck.

"Nice to see ya finally let up a bit. You keep it that way and I might just let you cum." Quinn gave a playful growl, then yelped as the skunk kicked the back of his knee and he slumped down. Phil took the chance to tie the dog's right leg to the frame while his leg was bent, keeping it awkwardly away from the floor and forcing him to bend over to stay standing. His handcuffed arms got lifted over the skunk's head, keeping the two together and giving the pup the option of lifting his left leg and hanging off the skunk's neck - something he stopped considering when he thought of having both his legs tied the same way.

As soon as he felt the skunk's massive dick pressed against his ass, he realized his legs weren't going to hold out for long. It felt even bigger than it had looked, and he whimpered as he felt the skunk roughly push in.

Phil tried to get as far as he could with his first thrust, but could only get a couple inches into the doberman's tight ass. He could always just pull the dog's other leg back, but it would be much more satisfying to watch him lose his balance. A few more rough thrusts got him about eight inches deep and a dangerous wobble from the pup. He pulled all the way out, lined his dick up, and wrenched the dog's hip back while slamming his forward, slapping his balls against Quinn's ass as the dog's free leg went out and he fell forward. Gravity was now doing most of the work, holding the squirming pup onto his dick while he pushed on the dog's back rather than pull out at all. He took the opportunity to hold a paw to Quinn's shaft as the dog humped, moaned, whined, and tried to get comfortable with the sudden intrusion.

Once he was satisfied the dog had been thoroughly stretched, he backed up, letting his dick fall out with a gasp from the pup. He tied the dog's handcuffs to the top of the frame, letting him teeter further forward and enjoying the pained whine caused by overextending Quinn's arms. Not content with just one stretch, he grabbed the pup's free leg and brought it above his head, securing it to the left side of the frame. The skunk took his time, whistling while tying and retying the knots as Quinn's whines got more intense. He had been right about the flexibility - the dog was pretty close to a full circle, and hadn't even started struggling. After one last check on the knots and a knee to the pup's crotch for good measure, he untied the handcuffs and brought them back behind his neck. At this point, Quinn was more worried about falling than the pain - he couldn't see that the frame had plenty of support, and felt like he was constantly falling forward. Once the skunk got back to thrusting, he felt like every push was going to tip the frame over, and could swear he felt it wobbling at some points. His whines mixed with whimpers as he tried to push backwards onto a dick that barely fit into him. He felt like he was about to cum, break his ass, and snap his leg.

Phil had been hoping to keep going a while, but the pup's constant noises and frantic thrusting were pushing him close. Not wanting to finish just yet, he pushed the pup off his dick, reattatched the handcuffs to the frame, and stepped back. The dog started to sway back and forth, so the skunk gave him a shove hard enough to lift the frame slightly off the ground, then cackled as Quinn finally started to struggle, absolutely certain that he was going to fall over and break a bone any second now. Once the movement stopped and the dog's whimpers subsided, he untied the right leg and moved it up with the left, then redid both bindings closer to the knee and on the outside of the frame. Quinn sighed, enjoying a moment that didn't involve any of his muscles screaming at him, then yelped as the skunk removed the handcuffs from the frame. He tried to hold himself up by his thighs, but a quick punch to the gut from the skunk faltered his control and he fell forward. His muzzle hit the ground lightly, thanks to a well-placed skunk paw, and he whined as his head held the brunt of his body weight. Another gut punch made him sag, bending him outwards into a crescent as he tried and failed to rest his neck on the floor. The skunk put a collar and a length of rope around his neck, ensuring neither were restricting too much air, then tied the rope around both ends of the frame to keep it in place and pulled up on the leash as a

test. The force cut his air, forced his head forward off the floor, and made his abs and legs hurt like hell, producing a series of sharp whines as Phil tugged repeatedly. Once he was content that the leash was producing enough stress, he stepped on the underside of the dog's muzzle while pulling, which added neck pain and cranial pressure to the already long list of torments. Phil ground his paw on the dog's head, only stopping once the whines got quiet enough that he was sure the pup was out of air. As soon as Quinn caught his breath, he started to shake his head - he wasn't sure he'd be able to deal with everything the skunk wanted, and he had no idea how far this was going to go. Phil immediately stopped the shake with a kick the muzzle, then kneeled on the pup's jaw and put a paw on the dog's still-rockhard dick.

"Remember? This thing's only getting anywhere if you stay calm. Cmon, I'm not gonna hurt you. I know it hurts, I know I'm choking you, but I know what you can take, and I'm not gonna go past that." Phil tried to sound calming, not wanting to scare the dog too much at this point, it would be pretty easy for the boy to hurt himself. Quinn stopped objecting well before he ran out of breath, and Phil stood back up, debating and eventually rejecting slamming a knee into the dog's chest as punishment. He settled for roughly shoving his dick back into the pup, kneading the ass and its nub tail with a fantastic view of how far he was stretching Quinn's hole. After a minute or so, the dog stopped whining from just thrusting as he finally felt stretched enough to take the fat skunk cock. Phil decided to give him a break of relative comfort, rubbing the pup's dick and earning more than a few moans. After a minute or two, it was clear the two of them were close - Phil was leaned well over Quinn to best repeatedly hilt his dick, and Quinn was doing what he could to back onto it and feel it go deeper. He had even brought his handcuffed arms up to spread his ass, trying to beg for everything he could get. As the dog's panting grew louder and his head started to loll, Phil moved his hand from the desperate dog dick to the leash and pulled hard.

The sudden yank shocked Quinn, who had gotten used to not being in pain for a change, and his claws dug into his ass as he whined, begging for the release of the pressure around his neck and in his dick. Phil had no plan to be so generous - he threw his chest forward and put a one paw on the dog's neck and the other in the air, forcing Quinn to take their combined weight spread between his head, neck and knees. He immediately panicked, trying to get the skunk off of him, but Phil was too busy slamming his dick in and too distracted by getting himself to the edge. With a loud grunt, he pushed all the way onto Quinn, putting his entire weight onto the dog's legs and hips, then dropped the leash as his balls pulled up and he shot into the dog's ass. The added couple hundred extra pounds on him were rough, but having regained his breath and composure he felt himself getting filled with the skunk's cum, and made a meager effort to either push his ass further on or hump his cock against the skunk's stomach, neither of which resulted in much more than a shudder against Phil's force. Eventually, the skunk sighed contentedly and pulled out, letting cum drip out of the dog's gaping ass onto his muzzle. He crouched down, put his legs around the dog's head, and humped between their stomachs through his minutes of afterglow, while the dog whined and dripped his own pre and the skunk's seed. Eventually, the skunk sat back, leaving his balls over Quinn's muzzle and teasing the dog's dick.

"Fuck. Might be triplets, I think I just put a week's worth into you. Good boy." He reached down and removed the dog's muzzle and neck restraint, but kept the blindfold and handcuffs on.

Quinn started begging instantly. "Fuck, please let me cum, I'm so close. Ugh, fuck, fuuu-" The skunk responding by pushing a pawpad smeared with the dog's pre into his muzzle.

"Uh-uh, I said you'd cum if you were good. Good boys don't struggle, and good boys sure as hell don't give orders. I'm not gonna jack you off, but I'll be a little nice."

The skunk removed his paw, now licked clean, and stood back in admiration.

"Piece of fucking work. You're flexible, suck yourself off. I'll give you a couple minutes, and if you can't I'm not doing it for you."

Phil grabbed his phone off the table, leaned against the door, and started recording as Quinn whined. The dog was flexible, sure, and he'd occasionally managed to lick himself, but that was at home in bed. He tried to lift his head, then groaned and slumped back down. Every muscle in his body ached, he'd had his gut hit repeatedly, and he'd just had his ass turned inside out. But he was desperate.

He got nowhere in two minutes, but managed to get his head up to his shoulders eventually. The skunk laughed and pawed himself as the dog stuck his tongue out, the blindfold giving him hope he was just an inch away. Every inch he gained made his muscles flare up, and every inch he dropped meant working through even more pain. He barely even cared about the orgasm at this point - getting even just the tiniest bit of the skunk's respect would be worth so much more.

Quinn had almost gotten his head above his ribs when the skunk walked up and pushed him back down. "Five minutes up, pup. Maybe if you had a few more inches you could do it. Poor guy." Phil kept the desperate doberman's head down while playing with the dog's balls, and eventually Quinn gave up and slumped back down, defeated.

"Gonna leave you hangin' for a while to tire you out, but I'll go ahead and give you a present regardless." The dog's ears perked up, but didn't hear anything happening for a couple seconds. He recoiled when the stream of piss hit his face, turning away as the skunk coated the pup's head and chest. After dying the dog yellow and shaking the last few drops off, the skunk pulled back with a massive grin he knew the sputtering dog couldn't see.

"Something to remember me by. I'm gonna grab some drinks, and when I get back, you're paying for 'em and the carpet too. Oh, and I dunno how the hell you'd do it, but if I see a drop of your cum I'm tying you down for a week."

The piss-soaked, exhausted, blinded, and still desperate dog heard the skunk walk out the door. He didn't even bother feebly humping or trying to get free. Through his elated haze, he wondered if the skunk was looking for a pet.