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God knew where his shirt had been all day, but he wrestled off his jeans and boxers the second the door shut behind him.

"Get your slave ass in here," Sam's growl drifted from the living room, "now."

Leo scrambled.

If nothing else, Sam clearly knew how to make you look at him whatever way he wanted. The eye ran instinctively up his body: heavy boots all the way to his knees, sleek black strapless jock, matte-black jacket, military-style and high collared, open to tease the harness across the thick chestfur, handful of chains and straps over one shoulder. Face turned just enough to make you imagine trying in vain to kiss him under the chin. The only points of color on the tableau of white under black were his eyes, red and piercing.

The puma waited till Leo's gaze had finished the journey, locked into eye contact. He grinned toothily, snapped and pointed at the floor, snarled "Kneel."

Leo was on his knees immediately.

"What're you looking at me for, pup?" Sam let the chains he was carrying trail on the floor as he approached, "Your master's over there."

Which he was.

Will was staring out the window, away from the room, hands folded behind his back. Leather chaps, dull brown. Utilitarian jockstrap, charcoal grey. Suspender harness, and it was frankly a marvel of engineering that it could encompass a chest like Will's.

"Hands behind your back, slave." Sam ordered.

Will turned around once Sam had the leather cuffs good and tight on Leo's wrists. "What've we got here?"

"Some horny little pup, thinks you need a slave like him." Sam sneered.

"Is that so..." Will loomed over him, grabbed Leo by the chin, stared deep into his eyes.

"Y-yes sir-" Leo tried to begin, but Will's hand wrapped around his muzzle like a wire snare.

"Slaves don't speak unless told to," the puma explained, matter-of-factly.

"Why the hell would I need a slave?" Will ran his claws slowly through Leo's whiskers. "Do I look like I need a slave to take care of me? To do anything for me? No, if this pup's gonna be my slave, then it's gotta be out of want. And it's gotta be him does the wanting." He finally released Leo's jaw. "Is that why you're here, pup? You want to be my slave? Answer."

"I do, sir."

"You do what?"

"I want to be your slave sir!"

"How much?" Will growled like distant gunfire.

"...so much, sir!"

"'So much?'" The coyote and the puma shared a look. "That's all you've got? I think this pup needs to be tested. See how much he really does want it. See how much we can," Leo found his nose buried between Will's thigh and the cloth of his jockstrap pouch, "make him want it."

Leo inhaled, deep and hungry. He gulped down the scent of Will's balls like he had been drowning for it. He moaned, pleading without the words he wasn't allowed, when his master's scent hit the bottom of his lungs and went straight to his cock. He leaned into Will's body, all sense of balance abandoned in the need to press his face deeper, and he only realized Sam was supporting him, from behind, pulling the chains on his wrists, when he was hauled back.

Leo whimpered. Air unfiltered through Will's crotch was frigid and tasteless, but it did sober him up a little. He settled back on his haunches, as submissively as he could: if he was good, he might get more.

"Looks to me," Sam's boot slid between Leo's legs, under his erection, lifted it for scrutiny, "like he wants it."

"Maybe," Will stroked Leo's cheek as he traded places with Sam. "But can he keep it up?"

Sam's smell was sharper, more urgent than Will's, and he was more aggressive. The puma gripped Leo's head with one paw and rolled his hips, grinding the scent of his bulge into Leo's face. His jock was tented to the point that each stroke against the wolf's muzzle loosened the pouch, until anvil-cloud colored balls spilled out, pressed directly to Leo's nostrils.

Leo stretched out his tongue, just by reflex, but he only managed the smallest taste of the heavy underside before Sam pushed him back, laughing. "Don't get impatient, slave," he lifted a leg, planted a boot at the center of Leo's chest, "you'll get more than you can handle, but when your master says, not before."

When Sam lifted his boot, Leo found himself unable to lean forward again. Will had attached the chains on his wrists to the shackles on his ankles, while he'd been distracted and vulnerable. While he was processing that, his view of the ceiling was eclipsed from both sides, by white under black canvas, by tan under grey leather, as if a gathering thunderstorm were made of muscle, fur, and harness rather than clouds.

There was just time to see Will and Sam locked together in a deep, rough kiss before Leo's view was blotted out entirely by puma and coyote loins, engulfing his face, smothering his mouth, leaking over the bridge of his nose, down his cheeks, to his lips.

It occurred to Leo that if it weren't for the slavery, the part of this that was supposed to horrify and repulse him, then this would be horrifying and repulsive. If the cocks, the balls, the jockstraps that were burying his face and filling his nostrils were just two anonymous strangers, this would be a nightmare. But the fact he belonged to Will, belonged to them? That he belonged here, on his knees, under their dominance, in a way any random man out on the street didn't? That was a connection.

Which was the last fully coherent thought he was going to have the opportunity to have for some time.

Leo could have gladly remained on his knees, face sandwiched between their jocks, nudged gently back and forth by their bodies, but inevitably they broke the kiss. Will flopped back on the couch, legs spread, arm along the back of the sofa, chest heaving, eyes wide and excited.

Leo felt a tug on his chains, realized Sam had unfastened them. The puma pointed imperiously to the floor just in front of the coyote.

No need for the order to be spoken. Leo crawled into place.

Will slid his foot between the wolf's thighs, stroked the side of Leo's sack with one toe. "What are you here for, pup? Answer."

"To be your slave, sir."

"You want to be my slave?"

"I do, sir."

"When I give you a command, what do you do?"

"I obey, sir."

"Prove it." Will pulled his cock free of his jockstrap. "Suck me."

The first thing he felt was relief. The taste, the slick firmness, the weight of it on his tongue, it was like shutting the door behind you after a long day of work, under a merciless sun, and just standing motionless a moment in the shade. Leo caressed it with his lips, stroked it with his tongue, let the tip tease the back of his throat. The world faded into irrelevance, what mattered was shaft in his muzzle and balls in his paw, to prime it to erupt and finally satisfy away every cramp of pent-up lust that the years had twisted into him. He pressed forward fast, then with tight lips pulled back slow, ran his tongue along the underside and tip as he did, and got a growl of appreciation in reward.

"Looks like he really loves to suck cock," Leo felt the back of Will's paw caress his face.

"Well, he loves to suck your cock," he heard the couch shift as Sam took a seat. "That proves nothing. You got a fucking delicious cock!"

"Can't help that, can I?"

"Then you gotta find him another test." there was the sound of fabric over fur, and then something--crumpled cloth, about the size and weight of a strapless jock--bounced off Leo's back and to the floor. "If he really wants cock, then he'll suck another one just as eager."

"Good point." Will thrust lazily into Leo's muzzle.

"...well?!"

"I'm enjoying this, he's got a real good mouth on him. Just right for stuffing with dick, isn't it slave?"

"You're a bastard, Adler."

"Sure am. S'what you find so irresistible about me."

Leo felt the shaft in his mouth twitch, harden just slightly more, when Will and Sam kissed.

"Slave," Will finally broke the kiss and barked, "get that mouth around this man's dick."

To Leo's surprise there was a corner of his mind that wanted to hesitate, no idea why, but obedience was more important: he didn't let it slow him down. Sam was longer than Will (barely) though not as thick (barely) but the smell and taste were immediately different: sharper, harsher, something like the burn of vodka or tequila.

"Well damn," Sam shifted his hips in small circles, made sure to angle his cocktip all around, leave no corner of Leo's mouth untouched, "he's hungry."

"Like a good cockslave oughta be," Will's voice was low, rough, and cut off abruptly when his muzzle locked with Sam's again.

Sam lifted one leg, draped the back of his knee over Leo's shoulder, and Leo obediently went further down the puma's shaft. Sam responded more than Will did, he was noticing, his cock twitched and throbbed when Leo tightened suction behind the head or flicked his tongue over the tip, and he leaked enough precum that he could distinguish its taste from that of puma cock. It occurred to him that, if this went where he thought it was going, where he hoped it was going, he'd get to know those flavors real well. 'Intimately' would be the word, if they hadn't already passed that miles ago.

He could hear Sam and Will both moaning into one another's mouths, and also a leisurely regular beat of slick skin against pawpad that told him everything he needed to know about how prepared Will was keeping himself.

But he still wasn't expecting Will to say, "Slave, my balls are dry. Take care of that!" But, duty called... or Master, which was the same thing.

The balls were a challenge, actually. More difficult to get them into his muzzle without grazing teeth, so instead Leo mostly ran his tongue around each one, lifting the right, then the left, occasionally pressing his nose between them to huff greedily right at the point cockbase met sack. Will'd gone quiet again, no doubt his tongue was busy with Sam's, but he was stroking himself faster now, and his thighs would clench reflexively, squeeze the wolf's head between walls of soft leather, every time he ran his tongue along the crevasse between scrotum and leg.

"He's not the only one with dry balls," Sam spoke up.

Rather than stroke himself, Sam began smacking his cock dully, regularly, across the bridge of Leo's muzzle as soon as the wolf had a mouthful of what was underneath. The impact was just enough to make his neck twitch, and when he felt drops of pre spatter across his eyelids, Leo finally failed to suppress a moan. He buried it in Sam's sack, pressed his lips to balls to try and smother the sound, but that only made sure the puma felt it as well as heard it.

"Oh so you like balls as much as you like cock, slave?" Sam broke the kiss again to gloat, panting. He pressed his shaft down atop Leo's face.

"Eyes open, pup." Will ordered.

Leo obeyed. Sam had ditched the jacket, at some point, and Will had a paw underneath the jet-black bulldog harness. But that wasn't what grabbed his attention: he was staring at pink cocktip, less than an inch from his eyes. He watched a clear slick drop ooze from the slit, roll down the glans, soak into his fuzz.

"Important to know," Sam punctuated his words with a short, slow, forceful thrust that ground his cock atop muzzle and prodded Leo between the eyes. "Who you are," it was an effort to suppress the reflex to flinch away but flinching was unthinkable. "And what you are," Sam pulled back, aimed himself, and Will's paw gripped the back of Leo's jaw, so just in time the wolf realized what he was supposed to do and opened wide. "When you taste it!" Sam plunged all the way to the base till the wolf's nose was buried in his pubic fur.

Leo's throat tried to swallow, plucked feebly at Sam's cocktip for a few seconds, before he gagged and had to pull back. Will and Sam both reached for him, reflexively, before he steadied himself. "I'm alright!" he gasped.

"Here pup, collect yourself a minute, just breathe." Will pulled Leo between his legs, laid his head on his lap, stroked his ears. He turned to Sam, "grab one of those waters?"

Clear plastic appeared in front of his lips. Sam tipped it, he lapped at a mouthful of water, gulped it down, then a second.

"Hey," Will said, "what's with the flat ears, pup? You ok?"

Leo whimpered.

"In words, boy."

Leo sighed through his nose. "I... talked sir. You didn't tell me to, but..."

Sam and Will shared a glance. "Is that something," Will asked carefully, "you oughta be punished for doing?"

Leo's brow furrowed, then he shook his head, curiously, cheek fur dragging on the chaps.

"In that case," Will settled back on the couch, "what do you mean, you talked? Slaves don't talk unless they're told to. That can't have happened." For just a second he gave a Leo a small, reassuring smile, and then he was completely the stern and masterful edifice of masculine authority again.

After a few moments more, another sip of water, Leo sat back on his haunches. When Sam asked if he was ready to continue, he nodded, slipped back between the puma's legs, and went back to work.

At first it was a minute or two before Sam or Will would order him to switch between them. But it didn't take long before each cock was spending only thirty seconds, then twenty five, then twenty, in his mouth at a time. The moans coming from above were growing desperate, and the strokes on whichever cock he wasn't sucking at the moment sounded fast and purposeful.

Inevitably, instead of letting him move to Will, Sam yowled and gripped Leo's head in both paws. He thrust fast and shallow, and his balls clenched.

"Swallow it all, slave!" Will barked, shifting on the couch so that he was jerking his own shaft directly over Leo's face.

The puma's seed was thicker than Leo expected, the taste stronger and even a little coppery, but he didn't get much time to savor it. Will was motionless, teeth gritted, knuckles clenched on his cock. A single drop of white snuck from the quivering tip and landed on Leo's nose.

Leo released Sam, grabbed a hurried breath, and wrapped his mouth around Will just in time.

For a split second Leo could have sworn he could feel the orgasm too as Will emptied his balls into his stomach.

Will's breathing was deep and ragged, and he growled on every exhale. He kept his cock sheathed in Leo's face till it began to soften, then collapsed back on the couch.

"Well?" Sam chuckled. "How'd he do?"

"I think he really does want it." Will panted.

"Well that's good news for him," Sam patted Leo's head. "What do you say, slave? Speak up."

"Uh, thank you sir!"

"Nuh uh, slave," Sam grinned, "He ain't just Sir anymore. Now you call him Master."

Why did hearing that feel so good?

"Thank you, Master."

"Aw, you're welcome pup." Will's paw joined Sam's on his face. "You're gonna be a very good boy for me."

"You know, he's had his drink," Sam prodded Will in the side. "What about me?"

"Fair enough, I suppose. Stand up, slave." He jerked his head toward the sideboard. "Pour us each a whiskey."

"Bourbon," Sam interrupted.

"Fine," Will rolled his eyes, "Bourbon."

This had pretty obviously been set up in advance. The bottle was already out and ready, as were two glasses. Will must have been very sure Leo would pass this test, or else this wasn't actually a test, just playing out a decision already made. Either was heartwarming in an odd way.

Once they each had a glass with a finger of amber whiskey, Leo sank back to his knees. They drank, kissed, drank again, and then very suddenly Sam leaned down and kissed Leo, hard and deep. The taste of whiskey on the Puma's tongue cut very suddenly through the remnants of both their orgasms.

"What?" Sam said, "I wanted to see if I could still taste you in his mouth."

"Hmm..." Will looked thoughtful, gripped the scruff of Leo's neck and pulled him up against his chest. The rings on his harness were cool. He pressed his forehead to Leo's face.

And then his mouth to Leo's muzzle.

Somehow it hadn't occurred to Leo that until now, Will hadn't yet kissed him.

"Funny," Will remarked, when he'd finished and the wolf had buried his face in his chest, "I just taste you. And whiskey."

"Don't try to tell me you don't know what your own spend tastes like, Adler," Sam scoffed. "Anyway, what're we gonna do," Leo's eyes flew open, because Sam had just run a finger down his desperate erection, "about this?"

"You sound like you got a suggestion." Will steadied Leo against him, the wolf had reflexively tried to hump into the paw that had just been removed.

"I do admit, I'm kinda curious," Sam sniffed his paw, "how he tastes."

Wait, what?

"Hm. On your feet, slave." Will ordered. When Leo obeyed he added. "Turn around."

Leo heard Will get his feet, and then felt him lifting his arms by the wristbands and chains. He'd genuinely forgotten he was wearing those.

"Keep your body loose and relaxed, pup," Will whispered.

Leo felt himself pulled backward. His feet tried to lift, but only managed an inch before they were halted, because Will had planted one foot on the chains on his ankle shackles. Just when Leo was ready to begin panicking he felt something firm under his back, supporting his weight even as the chains forced him to bend gently backward.

After a moment disorientation resolved. Will had stood back to back with him, pulled the wrist chains over his shoulders, and then simply leaned forward, with one knee on the couch. Leo was draped over the coyote's back like a knapsack, arms over his head, legs outstretched with toes just barely unable to touch the floor. What kind of workouts was Will doing that he could-?

These musings were interrupted by the feeling of a puma's warm maw around his cock.

Of course, after the work-up he'd just had, Leo didn't expect it'd need to be there very long.

He was right.

In many possible worlds, of course, there was tragedy, there was torment. There was bereavement and the smell of blood. There was death, and death's undying echoes to which death is preferable. In many possible worlds, things end badly.

But not in all. Not this one. Not tonight.