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Kyle woke up feeling like something was off. More than it was already. His world was a bit upset already because he was on a two-week vacation, but his husband was away for most of the first week on a service visit. The big tiger sighed as he took care of his morning bathroom visit, already missing the mouse. It wasn't fair that Zac had been called away on a client engagement when they'd been planning these weeks together for months. Granted it had always been planned as a stay-cation, but given what they'd been thinking about doing, that wasn't a problem. But not having a third of the participants there _was_a problem. At least Bob was still here. Maybe the ocelot could help him figure out what was wrong, aside from the obvious.

By the time Kyle reached the kitchen, he had at least an idea of what was going on--Zac had left him with a post-hypnotic suggestion. The thought was enough to get his tail swishing. It wasn't something they did every day, but it wasn't uncommon since all of them had a big interest in hypnosis. Heck, that was how the tiger and mouse had met their ocelot boyfriend--at an erotic hypnosis panel at the local kink con. They'd started incorporating hypnosis and pup play, with Kyle and Bob as pups and Zac as their Sir. Hence why it wasn't a surprise that Zac had left them with suggestions to keep them occupied while he was away. But what were they?

Bob was seated at the kitchen table, wearing only a pair of boxers, his tan fur with chocolate rosettes and muscular build on full display. He was drinking his coffee and reading something on his phone as Kyle came into the room. Bob worked from home, so neither his presence or his state of undress was outside of the ordinary--he'd throw a polo on if he was going to be on cam. What was slightly out of the ordinary was the row of boxes the counter, though the ocelot was ignoring them. There were several of them, of various sizes some small some large. As Kyle tried to focused on them, his attention suddenly wandered and he padded over to Bob.

"Hey sweetie," the heavyset tiger rumbled in greeting. "Did Za... Za.. Z.. Sir say anything before he left?"

Even as he stammered over his husband's name, Kyle felt himself relaxing--his thoughts slowing down, and his mood improving. He was dropping into pup headspace, just as the mouse had clearly intended by preventing them from calling him anything but Sir. Kyle's striped tail stared swishing. It was even more confirmation that they were playing pup games while Sir was away. But why wouldn't the feeling that something wasn't right go away? Pups didn't have worries...

The ocelot set his phone down and looked over at the tiger. His golden eyes were still hazy with sleep and possibly, like Kyle himself, with being on the edge of a trance. His whiskers twitched in thought. Finally, his ears fell and he shook his head. "No. Just that he'd given us a pup game, and he'd send messages."

Kyle nodded and reached up to stroke his own whiskers in thought. "Then why does it feel like we're doing something wrong?"

"Dunno," Bob said, his expression making it clear he felt it too. His head drooped in shame. "Feels like we're not supposed to be wearing clothes, but even when I do that... I feel... naked."

Kyle blinked his green eyes and felt a sudden warmth flood through him. His boyfriend was making a lot of sense. They weren't supposed to be wearing clothes. The thought had barely finished forming before his paws started moving to peel his shirt off. He tossed the useless fabric onto the table. He paused and ran his paws over his torso, straightening his fur. His palm pads ran right down the divide between his rusty orange back fur and white belly fur. The black stripes accentuated his still muscular physique, and though he had a bit of a tummy, he still looked good for someone in his late thirties. Satisfied, he hooked his thumbs into his waistband and shucked his lounge shorts.

A sigh of contentment escaped his muzzle as he escaped the confines of his clothes. This was how pups were supposed to be. He chuffed as Bob stood and dropped his own boxers. They stood facing each other, their eyes wandering over each other as their shafts stirred in their sheathes. But full arousal wouldn't come--now Kyle keenly felt what Bob had been talking about. Even though they were nude like good pups should be, it felt like they were naked. Before he was even aware of it, his paws were moving to cover his sheath. Across the table, Bob was as well. Kyle felt his ears droop. "What are we doing wrong?"

The ocelot shook his head, his tail curling in frustration. "I'm not sure... Maybe Sir will tell us?"

The tiger nodded and took a step forward and hugged his boyfriend. They held each other for a few moments when Bob's phone buzzed. The two felines stared at the phone where it lay on the table. That couldn't be from Sir... he should be getting on his flight right about now. But maybe he'd scheduled a message? It was entirely possible--the mouse had done that when he'd been away on trips before. The ocelot broke the hug and went over to retrieve his phone.

When Bob held up his phone, there was indeed a text from Zac--from Sir. The ocelot held the phone up, his movements mechanical as his ears, whiskers and tail went still. Kyle stepped forward and focused on the screen. As he read the words, an electric tingle ran through him to the very tip of his tail.

Pups are protecting Sir's precious things?

Everything made sense, even though the sense of shame returned to burn his ears. But at least Kyle knew what he was doing wrong. He looked down at his naked crotch, at Sir's tiger sheath just out there with Sir's tiger cock beginning to peak out. Nothing keeping it safe, nothing keeping it secure. The tiger's thoughts focused down to one single concept. _My cock is precious and must be protected. _

Kyle snapped out of the partial trance, crossed his legs and cupped his paws over his crotch. His thick striped tail wrapped around his ankle. How could he be so careless? The tiger looked across at Bob, and found the ocelot in an identical pose. How could both of them not take care of Sir's belongings like this? There had to be something they could do...

"You've just got Sir's tiger cock out," Bob whined. His normally gruff and steady voice had gone up several octaves, and had taken on a quality the tiger couldn't define beyond it being the ocelot's "pup voice." It was such a drastic change from his normal voice and attitude that it couldn't help but get Kyle into pup mind set.

"And you've got his ocelot cock out," Kyle returned, his own voice going into the range for pups that were allowed to use words. "It's precious."

"And must be protected," the ocelot completed the mantra.

They repeated the rule, several times, their minds completely focused on it as they slipped into pup trance. They relaxed, a warmth spreading through them almost like arousal, but their shafts remained in their sheathes. They moaned in unison as they slipped further into trance. It was broken by Bob's phone buzzing again.

Check the first box.

They padded over to the counter where the six boxes were aligned from smallest to largest in two rows. Somehow, they knew the smallest box was the one they were supposed to open. Each was marked with their initials. Kyle blinked and stared at his box, suddenly reluctant to touch it until Bob pushed it forward. Before the tiger realized what he was doing, he was pushing the ocelot's box towards him. Pushed on by some instinct, they opened each other's boxes at the same moment.

Seated inside each box was a black metal chastity cage. Kyle chuffed as he ran a finger over the cage in the ocelot's box and became aware that Bob was purring and fingering the tiger's cage. A sense of comfort filled Kyle. This was what pups were supposed to do, and how they protected Sir's things. Pup cocks were precious things, and they needed to be caged so that nothing happened to them while Sir was away. And pups helped other pups out. And pups let other pups help them out. Tiger pups let others take care of them. They didn't need to worry about anything, he could just be a good boy.

Kyle straightened up and pushed his hips forward to present his crotch to Bob. The ocelot resumed purring, pulled a packet of lube from under the chastity cage. He set the box down on the counter again before ripping the tip off it. All the while, the tiger remained still, feeling a warmth flow through him. His thick striped tail swished contentedly behind him. This was what good pups did. He moaned as Bob took a gentle grasp of his balls. Arousal flooded though him like an electric tingle, but somehow his shaft stayed in in his sheath--like a good pup's should.

Bob whisper encouragement as he poured a bit of lube onto the tiger's junk and rubbed the cool liquid into the short fur of his sheath and balls. Kyle squirmed as the ocelot poured another measure of lube onto his paw and rubbed it over the inside of the cage. The tiger pushed his hips out further, and did his best to keep still as the ocelot pup pulled his balls through the cage's ring. Bob paused for a moment, and looked up to make sure Kyle was comfortable. The tiger pup barked and nodded. The ocelot pushed the ring up and over his sheath, encountering some resistance from the tiger's semi-firm shaft. The rest of the cage followed, snugly enclosing the tiger's sheath. Kyle sighed contentedly as the ocelot slipped the lock in place and turned the key. He closed his eyes and let the feeling of knowing he was being a good pup wash over him, relaxing him, and sending little tingles of pleasure down his spine to his tail. His cock twitched and strained against his cage. It was comforting and relaxing to know it was protected while Sir was away.

Eventually, the tiger became aware of paws at his throat. He opened his eyes to find Bob, caged like a good ocelot pup, placing his green leather collar around his neck. The cage pressed into the tiger's hip as Bob fastened the collar and stepped back.

"There you are boy," the ocelot purred as he wrapped his muscular arms around the tiger pup.

Kyle hugged his fellow pup, their cages clicking against each other as they shifted. Bob nuzzled the taller tiger's neck, and rubbed his paws over Kyle's white furred chest and slightly prominent belly. The tiger rubbed the ocelot's spotted back as the rest of Sir's instructions suddenly filled his mind. He moaned and cuffed as the warm relaxed feeling of pup headspace filled him.

#

The next days passed without much excitement as the two settled into their roles. Zac, as Sir had done a long hypnosis session with them both before he left to ensure that they had a decent time while he was gone, but were ready for his return. Hence why Sir's pup cocks were kept securely locked, save for a few minutes to clean and make sure no problems.

The rest of the time, Bob was in charge while Kyle was in pup mode. That meant the tiger spent the day wearing only his collar and his cage. Sir felt this would be the best way for the tiger to relax on his vacation. Bob couldn't be in pup space as much, since he was still working. That was sad, but Kyle didn't worry about it--pups didn't have worries. He just had to be a good boy. Instead, he just curled on the oversized pup mat like a good boy while the ocelot worked. Periodically, Bob reached down and scratched the tiger's neck which sent the pup's tail flicking.

The best part was that the ocelot didn't wear pants, so that Kyle was able to lean over and nuzzle the ocelot's cream furred balls. He was just aware enough to stay out of sight and not do it when Bob had his webcam on, but that was a rare occurrence, and the ocelot always said before he turned it on. In return for the attention, Bob would have the tiger pup present his rear, and fingered his tail hole. While neither of them got off, they certainly enjoyed these sessions. In fact, Kyle's fur was almost always matting with the amount of pre he was leaking.

On the third day, things changed with another message from Sir.

Are the pups getting ready? They should open the next box.

The message came in the middle of the afternoon, after Bob had clocked out and taken off for the rest of the week. The ocelot blinked and stared at his phone for a long moment before showing it to the puzzled tiger pup. It was almost like Bob was slipping into pup trance. But when he saw the message, Kyle understood. The two padded to the kitchen and over to the row of boxes. They were larger than the first, roughly the size of a shoe box.

Kyle stayed on his knees like a god pup was supposed to, but put his muzzle and paws on the counter. Bob leaned over and opened the boxes, letting out a moan as he looking inside. The tiger looked over, and watched the ocelot's sheath jump in its cage. There must have been something exciting inside. He didn't have to wait long, as the ocelot pushed the box in front of him and it became clear what Sir had in mind in regards to "being ready."

Inside each box was their strap-on harnesses, neatly folded and with the buckles already sized for use. On top of those lay their Colt Magnum dildos, which were--allegedly--downsized version of the stallion porn star's cock. Sir, Kyle, and Bob had a good laugh at that, but liked them because their shape and heft made them perfect for use in a strap-on. Perfect for pups that needed to be ready for when their sir returned.

"Up," Bob said, the command that allowed pup to stand on their hind paws.

Kyle complied, a little wobbly after spending two days on paws and knees. His tail swished excitedly as he presented himself. The tiger's cock strained against the confines of the chastity cage, exciting him even further. As the ocelot pulled the harness and dildo from the box, Kyle could feel a steady drip of pre running down his leg.

"Good boy," the ocelot purred. He stepped closer, his eyes going glassy. "Look... how excited this good... boy is. Arf!"

The tiger's thick striped tail was a blur behind him as he realized that his boyfriend was joining him in pup space. The ocelot's movements slowed as he fastened the harness around Kyle's waist and moved down to buckle the straps around his thighs. Then the spotted pup straightened up licked the striped pup's face. Kyle returned the licks, chuffing as the weight of the dildo settled against his cage, pressing it tighter into his sheath--but not uncomfortably so. The pleasurable sensation was almost as good as having Sir's tiger cock out for real.

Bob backed away from the tiger, his movements slow as he dropped into pup space. He unbuttoned the polo he was wearing, then pulled it off, exposing his toned torso. Bob used the gym as a stress relief, and his body showed with large pectorals and flat abdominals. While Kyle and Sir joined him, they didn't try and keep up with their boyfriend--as the tiger's stomach showed. The ocelot dropped and stepped out of his lounge pants letting them fall to the floor. Kyle barked in appreciation of his fellow pup's safely caged sheath on full display, with just a hint of reddish-pink tip showing as it pressed against the black metal. Bob's tail whipped back and forth, the only visible sign of his excitement. To their noses, their mutual excitement was obvious as the spicy scent of tiger arousal mixed with the just freed woodiness of ocelot musk. Underneath it was the faint scent of lube, since they'd both taken time to prepare like good boys should.

Bob reached into the second box and pulled out the contents. Both moaned as he slipped the dildo into the harness's ring, imagining the sensation of it entering their rears. Then, mechanically as he slipped halfway into trance, the ocelot strapped the harness into position. He stood there for a moment as Kyle admired him. The tiger ran his paws over the hefty silicone shaft hanging between his thighs while he looked the spotted feline up and down. Even though the horse cocks were the same size, it looked bigger on the ocelot's smaller frame. But not ridiculously so--with Bob's muscular build, it gave him an even greater impression of power. On Kyle, it was still impressively bigger than a tiger's equipment, but was less of a show with the bigger cat's natural size. On Sir, who while big for a mouse was still smaller than his pups, the dildos were massive. Both of the felines moaned at the thought and licked their muzzles as they admired each other. The scents of their arousals grew thicker, and the silicone cocks jumped as their cages twitched. After a few moments, Bob turned back to the counter and pulled out the last item from it--his green collar.

He fastened it around his neck with a sigh of contentment. Kyle barked and chuffed in excitement. Bob let out a slow woof in reply. Both pups dropped to paws and knees, as good pups should be, and crawled out to the living room. While it was a little awkward with the dildos slapping against their legs, but they weren't long enough to drag on the ground. Bob led the way, since he was designated lead pup, while Kyle trailed dutifully after.

The ocelot headed directly to couch, and climbed up it--careful to keep the horse cock from brushing against it. Kyle sat in the middle of the floor and watched, his tail tip flicking as he watched the spotted pup rolled over and presented his cream-colored belly. The mottled pink and brown cylindrical shaft stood out proudly against the ocelot's fur. His thick tail thumped against the cushions as he pulled his paws up to his shoulders, leaving himself completely exposed. Even with the black metal of the chastity cage showing that it wasn't the case, the dildo sat in such a way that it was possible to imagine the horse cock was an actual part of the ocelot's anatomy, an effect that was helped by the fact that Bob's balls were big for an ocelot--almost golf ball sized.

A sharp bark from the ocelot brought the tiger's attention back into focus. Kyle cocked his head and made eye contact with the other pup. The other had a smile on his face, but one that left no doubt he was in charge. The ocelot's gold eyes flicked from the tiger down to his crotch and back again. Kyle followed, and Bob thrust his hips, shaking the dildo enticingly. An electric tingle passed through him as he realized what the pup wanted. The ocelot spread his legs, giving the tiger room as he padded forward.

Kyle paused in front of his fellow pup and pressed his nose against the cream furred balls. He inhaled the ocelot's musk--savoring the warm, woody scent--drawing a moan from above his. The tiger chuffed, happy to be of service, and nuzzled the sack more before starting to lick them. His attentions started the ocelot squirming as he moved up to the caged sheath. There was a faint taste of lube lingering under the taste of his boyfriend, but it was something Kyle was used too. The tiny part of him that wasn't given over to being a good pup recognized that it was his favorite vanilla flavored lube. Then the tiger worked his way up to the exposed silicone shaft.

Even though it wasn't part of his actual anatomy, Bob whimpered and wiggled as the tiger's rough tongue played over the horse cock. Kyle growled to himself and continued licking the shaft. Again, the rational part of his mind told him it wouldn't take much to get the dildo ready with how much he'd prepared while Bob was finishing up with work for the day. Already, his tail hole itched for something in it. Just to punctuate the thought, a growl came from above him and the dildo slapped him in the face--not hard, but playfully urgent.

The tiger took the hint and hurried, licking his way up the dildo. He paused at the top, just long enough for Bob to buck his hips and boop his nose with the tip of cock. Kyle didn't waste any more time and swallowed the silicone shaft to the medial ring on his first go. The ocelot groaned and purred, squirming as if his own cock was actually in the tiger's muzzle. Kyle felt his own cock throb in its confines, and his own dildo tapped against his thigh. He worked his way lower down, until the thickness in his mouth started becoming uncomfortable. Then he began to bob up and down, letting his saliva coat the toy. Bob continued to moan and even bucked his hips, making sure the tiger got as much as he could. Kyle groaned in pleasure around the silicone, his cage becoming almost painful as he became more aroused. He was being a good boy. Good boys loved taking care of their fellow pups. Making others feel good was so arousing.

A commanding woof snapped the tiger pup from his trance. He looked up to find the ocelot pup staring down at him, his muzzle agape and his tongue lolling out. Bob licked his whiskers and started yapping at Kyle. The tiger blinked, the dildo still in his muzzle, his mind blank. The ocelot grunted and bucked his hips again. Kyle finally understood and released the horse cock. Another series of barks got the tiger to turn around, present his rear, and lift his tail.

He didn't have to wait long before he felt the ocelot pup settle onto the carpet behind him. The tip of the horse dildo, slick with his saliva, slipped between his cheeks and came to rest against his well lubricated hole. There was little resistance as Bob gave an exploratory push. Kyle whined in pleasure at the feeling of his ring beginning to stretch. Then, the sensation paused. From behind him came a questioning bark. The tiger took a deep breath, let himself relax, and barked in the affirmative. The weight of the smaller feline pup settled against his rump and legs, and paused for moment. The tiger wiggled his hips to assist in getting the toy into place and show he was ready.

There was no more hesitation. With a woof, Bob pushed forward. The tiger's ring barely resisted as the toy slid inside it. Kyle gasped as his hole stretched--even with all the practice he'd been doing, it was still such a rush to be spread open. Bob started gently, letting the tiger get accustomed to the dildo, pushing inch by inch deeper and deeper. Kyle squirmed despite his desire to remain as still as possible. Bob was in charge and he knew what to do. Kyle just had to stay still and let his boyfriend know if things were going wrong. That was what good boys did. He was a good boy. Good boys let others take the lead. Good boys took pleasure from being good.

Kyle moaned as his hole stretched further, his cock straining against the cage to the point that it was hurting just a little. But that was alright, it felt good to know Sir's tiger cock was protected. Pups' cocks were precious, and needed to be locked up while Sir was away. Not getting off would make it all the better when Sir returned. Finally, there was a new sensation--something firmer, and slightly colder, than the silicone touched his taint drawing a yip from the tiger pup. He groaned and felt his knees get weak. Ocelot Pup had the toy all the way in, and that was the feeling of his cage tapping tiger pup's rear. Tiger Pup's cock throbbed, and he felt a spurt of pre splash off the cage onto his leg. Ocelot Pup was no better, judging by the drip between the tiger's cheeks.

Ocelot Pup pulled back until the toy was almost out, the shoved forward again. His hips hammered the tiger's rear in a staccato rhythm, setting a quick pace without being overwhelming. The pups had a lot of practice with toys, so were able to overcome the lack of sensation in using them. Ocelot Pup knew exactly what he needed to do to reduce Tiger Pup to a moaning, squirming puddle of stripes. And this time was no different, as the toy kept hitting just the right spots to send shocks of pleasure running up and down the tiger pup's spine. He groaned in time with the ocelot pup's thrusts, that were joined by grunts and huffs from the smaller pup. Tiger Pup's claws dug into the deep carpet, carving little groves in it.

Heart hammering in his chest, Tiger Pup's back arch in ecstasy and his muzzle dropped opening a constant moan of pleasure. He braced himself against the sudden weight of Ocelot Pup settling against him as he picked up his pace, faster and faster. The tiger melted as the ocelot leaned forward and gripped the tiger's scruff in a passionate lover's bite.

With a growl, Ocelot Pup slammed his hips into the tiger's rear at a jackhammer pace, the thumps becoming audible even over the striped feline pup's moans. Those vocalizations became a whine and then panting as Tiger Pup felt the pressure of impending climax building deep inside him. He had never gotten off before without his cock being touched, but this seemed like--

The thrusts stopped. Tiger Pup blinked. His neck was released, and then the wonderful sense of fullness in his hole was withdrawn. The weight of Ocelot Pup left him. Tiger Pup whimpered as the feeling of approaching orgasm subsided, leaving only the discomfort of his cock straining and leaking against his cage. There was a half bark, half growl behind him and he turned to see Ocelot Pup padding up to give him a comforting lick. The tiger understood then--good boys didn't get off without their Sir there. He chuffed in understanding, and licked Ocelot Pup's cheek in return.

After several minutes of licking the smaller feline barked, his tail flicking excitedly. He crawled a few paces away and turned away from Tiger Pup. Then he raised his rear in the air and lifted his tail before barking again. Tiger Pup let out a deep woof of understanding. It was his turn to take care of Ocelot Pup.

#

Two days later, the pups sat expectantly by the front door, their tails a blur of motion behind them. This was the day that Sir returned.

They 'd spent the previous day toying each other as often as they could. Of course, they'd been very careful not to get off--but they'd gotten so close so often that there was a steady stream of pre running from their carefully protected shafts at all times. Even in the rare instances where they had to pretend not to be pups, they only wore clothes if absolutely necessary because the crotches of underwear and pants instantly developed wet spots.

That morning, Sir had sent a final message--they were to open the last boxes and be ready for Sir when he came home. They took care of being properly ready first, and then opened the boxes to find their favorite plugs and pup gear. And so, they sat, plugged and in their gear, waiting for Sir--who was due any minute.

Kyle wore his black and blue hood with matching X harness that Sir thought looked wonderful against the orange and white of his fur. He hadn't cared much for the harness at first, but as he'd trimmed weight and put on muscle at the gym, it fit better. He also wore his blue collar.

Bob's hood was a green and black number with an open back to allow easier access behind his ears. His harness was also different. It was black with green trim, and was a bulldog style with a strap across his pectorals. He also wore his green leather collar. The only other thing that both pups wore was the cages they'd worn for the entire week like good boys should. And now, they just waited for Sir.

After what seemed like an eternity, the latch on the front door jiggled, drawing the pups up on their haunches. The door swung open, and a tan furred mouse in a polo and jeans stepped inside. The feline pups waited for the door to close before they started barking happily. The mouse looked them up and down, his whiskers and small round ears twitching in thought. Then a wide grin appeared on his muzzle.

"Well. I see my good boys got my messages."

The tiger and the ocelot sat back down and moaned in unison. Sir was happy with them! The joy of knowing they were good boys sent tingles through Kyle. Sir stepped over to the coat rack and dropped his suitcase underneath it. Then he walked down the rest of the front hall to where the felines were seated. He patted them both and up close they could smell the faint grassy scent of mouse arousal--even through Sir's clothes. They both moaned and stared at Sir's crotch.

"That's right boys," Sir said as he gently took hold of their collars. "Sir's been without his pups for most of a week, and hasn't got off either.

"Why don't we go somewhere more comfortable and take care of that?"