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"Do you like the cherry red?" Jordyn asked, and smacked their lips. Their mascara-laden lashes fluttered under the sterile white light. "It's not too much, is it?"

Josh giggled. "For you? No. You look beautiful." He then looked Jordyn up and down and added, "But you do look gay."

Jordyn laughed. Their voice reverberated off of the closing elevator doors. "I look gay? Speak for yourself. We're both faggot-coded," they guffawed.

"Totally," Josh replied. "People see us on the street and go, 'Hey, there're the fags again.'"

"Oh, like we're a gang?" Jordyn asked.

"Yeah. Like we're miscreants prowling the streets."

"Like Mad Max."

"I mean... to be fair, we wear enough leather to be Mad Max characters," Josh said.

Jordyn quipped, "Especially you, perv."

Josh rolled his eyes. His gaze caught on the shimmer of stainless steel doors. "I am a leather-attracted individual on occasion, yes," he said. "But you're a latex freak."

Jordyn raised a paw to their mouth. "Gasp!" they said aloud. "I suppose I must be the pervert here then."

"You are," Josh said. "And I love it. So much." He then wrapped his arm around Jordyn's shoulder, pulling them tight.

Jordyn blushed, melting into his embrace. They briefly averted their gaze, ran their beige palm over the back of their head, ruffling their soot-colored fur. They said, "I love you too, hun. You and all your leathery...ness."

Jordyn then snuck an embarrassed glance at their lover. Fuck, Josh was beautiful. A simple dark dress draped over his wide shoulders and tightly cascaded along his bulging chest, fitted snugly over his curved hips. Dark eyeliner arched over the eagle's green irises in a cat-eye pattern, accentuated by a thick layer of pitch-black mascara. Reflective pink gloss coated Josh's beak and coaxed Jordyn's lips forward.

"You're beautiful," Jordyn said, and pulled Josh against their chest. "God, I just... you're so fucking perfect."

Josh smiled. "I wouldn't say I'm perfect, but... thank you. I love you too, baby." The pair then kissed as the elevator dinged, its doors sliding outward.

That familiar dim hallway greeted them, same as all the times before. The plainness of the beige wall paint, the scratchy brown carpet. It all was so nondescript; looking back on their first visit, Josh should've found it suspicious. He smiled.

"I can practically hear the gays buzzing around here," Josh said, and stepped forward. The pair's footfalls echoed against the drywall. "Like bees in a hive."

"A vestige of gay communism in a dying empire."

"Kinky gay communism," Josh said.

Jordyn then stopped, knocked on the door to their left. Shuffling from beyond, and a click as the doorknob was pulled inward. Cinnamon incense wafted outward past Zeke's imposing figure, his grin spreading from ear to ear.

"Hello, lost souls," the goat said, and leaned nonchalantly against the doorframe. "You two cuties lost?"

"Yeah, we're lost and looking for a good time," Jordyn quipped.

Zeke then stood to the side, beckoning the pair inside his apartment. "Then you came to the right place," he said. "Come on in. And don't mind the mess. I just had a little party in here last night."

Jordyn smiled, stepped inside. "It's nice to see you too, Zeke," they said. Josh followed sheepishly in tow.

"Yeah, It's good to see you again," Josh sputtered. He leaned awkwardly against the dining table. "You look good. I really like the, uh, shirt."

Ezekiel gently closed his front door and chirped, "Thanks, Josh! I didn't know if it was too...scene." He frowned and tugged on it - a black mesh top which snaked itself into a pair of tight gray jeans. Small metal loops hung from his pink nipples and poked from beneath the generous mesh. "But, yeah. Thank you. Feels stylish, yaknow?"

A cold six-pack of beer laid on top of the dining table. Jordyn hungrily grasped the cold aluminum, ripped it from its plastic casing, and cracked the tab. "It is stylish!" they said, and pointed to Zeke's chest. "Did you get some new piercings, too?"

Zeke grinned. "Yep, I did," he said. "Hurt like hell, but I've been meaning to get nipple piercings for a while. Like 'em?"

"Are you kidding? They look amazing," Jordyn said, and sipped from the can. "But your beer choice could definitely be better. What is this, Budweiser?"

"It's the king of beers," Zeke pouted, and meandered to the couch. "And it's cheap, too. Join me?" he asked.

"Don't mind if I do." And Jordyn strided to Zeke's side.

"So, how was your day?"

"It was good..."

Slowly, their conversation melted into the aether of Josh's periphery. The eagle leaned his butt snugly against the wood countertop, staring around the amber-lit walls. The faint smell of disinfectant hung in the air. A couple empty beer bottles adorned the kitchen counter and sat beside the crooked TV stand. A quick glance at the kitchen betrayed a mountain of unwashed dishes.

"Zeke, what kind of party did you host here?" Josh asked. "Was it another free-use party?"

Zeke flopped down on the cushion and said, "No, actually. It was, like... damn, what did I call it? A torture party." He flashed a devilish grin.

Josh gulped, his eyes widened. "A... what?"

Jordyn's face scrunched. "Don't worry, Josh," they said, and sat next to Zeke. "It's just a party where-"

"-- It's a BDSM party. Consensual, obviously," Zeke interrupted, and cracked open his beer. "Yaknow, standard masochism stuff. One of my buddies brought in a collapsible rigging setup and we tied up Nathan."

Josh was slack-jawed. "Wow," he echoed.

"Yeah." Zeke chuckled. "Jesus, this must sound insane. But yeah, we tied up Nathan and, uh... Chryssie filmed while we spanked him, laid ice on him, that sort of thing." The goat nonchalantly waved his paw. "Nathan actually wanted to be branded, of all things. Like, cattle branded? But I had to tell the dude - yaknow, I don't have a cattle brand anywhere. And I have a damn fire alarm." Zeke pointed to the ceiling. "Some people, dude. I love the guy, but damn."

Jordyn blinked, taking a sizable chug from their beer. They then looked curiously at Zeke and said, "That sounds hot, actually."

"J-Jordyn!" Josh turned beet-red. "You'd actually wanna be marked like that?"

Jordyn smiled mischievously. "Maybe," they said. "I dunno, it's a fun idea."

Zeke chuckled. "Yaknow, I'm with Josh on this one," he said. "Shit's too far. But I hope you have fun on the cattle ranch, babe."

Jordyn winked at the muscular goat. Their buxom chest jiggled. "You know I will, hun. Call me angus beef," they joked.

Josh stifled a giggle. "That's so dumb," he said, and idly reached for the six-pack to his side. His hands then tugged uselessly at the surrounding plastic. Zeke and Jordyn watched him struggle for a moment before Zeke walked to his side, took the can, and deftly released it.

"Here you go," Zeke said, and handed Josh the can. Lamplight glinted off of Zeke's slitted pupils, his toothy grin. He then returned to the couch, his back muscles rippling as he walked.

Josh's chest fluttered. For just a moment he was reminded of Zeke's muscled thighs squeezing his beak. That feeling of Zeke shoving himself deeply inside Josh's throat, the musky taste of his -

Zeke took another sip of his beer, motioning to the space between himself and Jordyn. He said, "Come sit with us, pipsqueak. We'll put on some TV."

Josh gulped. "Sure," he said, and gripped the can tightly as he walked over. "What are we, uh, watching?"

Jordyn smacked their lips, leaned forward excitedly. "Oooh! How about some generic horror flick? Y'all seen Nightmare on Elm Street?" they asked.

"Never," Josh said, and sat. His thighs brushed against the animals to his sides. His gaze anxiously shifted between them.

"Well, we have to see that. Well, as much as we can, anyway," Jordyn asserted.

Zeke nodded, squinting his eyes. "Sounds good to me," he said, and manipulated the remote. "Though... yeah, we're definitely gonna cut it short." And he shot a glance at Josh. A quick wink.

The eagle shuddered, looked away. Butterflies fluttered in his tummy. He grasped Jordyn's paw, a nervous chuckle falling from his beak. "Likely, yeah. Um, Zeke... I've actually been meaning to ask you something."

"Shoot."

"Are you... always a pet owner in the bedroom?"

"Pffffft." Zeke exhaled and replied, "Nowadays, mostly. I'm pretty sure we talked about this before."

"R-right."

"But as for tonight, I'll definitely be the dom of the room." Zeke grinned. "There's something so... sexy about giving pleasure to others. Especially beautiful folks like you two."

"Th-thank you," Josh replied. A shiver ran through his spine. Jordyn frowned.

They grasped Josh's shoulder and asked, "Are you nervous, hun?"

Josh squirmed. "Since when am I not nervous?" he asked, and chuckled. "Sorry, it's just. Aaah, I'm still not used to being desired like this, yaknow? By two people at once."

"Really?" Zeke quipped. "Cuz you seemed like a natural during your free-use party."

"And during the pup party," Jordyn added.

Josh froze in embarrassment. The noise he made could only be described as a verbal keymash. "W-well, it was different then!" he sputtered. "I mean, the pressure is a lot... less... when you can't see who's touching you. Or when you're in a group, yaknow? But it's more intimate with less people. It makes me nervous. Does that... make sense?"

A pause. Zeke then nodded and replied, "It makes a lot of sense. I get it."

"You do?" Josh huffed.

"Of course I do." Zeke sipped from his beer again, cleared his throat. "There was a time when I was new to the kink scene, too. And I'm not gonna lie here... you were really given a trial by fire your first time around. And people who begin with group stuff tend to be most comfortable with it, if you catch my drift. It's understandable."

Josh shrugged. "I guess."

"What I'm trying to say," Zeke continued, "Is that you're safe with me. And we won't do anything you don't want tonight. So there's no need to worry. Okay?"

A pause. A faint smile rose to Josh's face.

"Okay," Josh said.

---

"Oh my god. How many pup hoods do you own?" Josh asked. He cradled the thick bundle of latex and leather in his hands, turning it over in his palms.

Zeke chuckled and replied, "Would it surprise you to learn I have a collection?" And he opened his closet, unveiling a myriad of leather. Some hung from hooks, others on model heads, still others laid piled on top of each other. Josh could only imagine how much it all cost.

"Just pick whatever you'd like," Zeke said. "Normally I would pick for you, but... I'm sorta buzzed, haha."

Jordyn eagerly rushed to the closet, a stupid grin stretching across their face. Their thin primate tail swished, their fingertips hungrily grazed the pristine leather. "This is amazing," they said, and gingerly lifted a red pup mask from its hook. "How do you afford all this, Zeke?"

The goat pointed toward the wall. "Everyone pitches in," he said. "This is more or less a bondage library - people on the floor check stuff in and out. But don't worry. I sanitize it all. Everything's clean."

"Kinky gay communism," Jordyn breathed, and fitted the pup hood on their head. Their fur then disappeared beneath it, their magenta eyes shone from the snug eyeholes. "How do I look?" they asked, a hand on their hip.

Zeke chuckled and said, "Super hot, actually. But you'd look even better with your clothes off." He then turned to Josh and added, "That goes for you, too, Josh. Consider it your master's first order. Go on."

Josh shivered as Zeke's gaze scanned his flesh. Fuck, he could already feel himself getting hard, his body freezing up. "S-sure," he said.

Jordyn, however, was unfazed. "Okie dokie, master," they chirped, and deftly removed their shirt. Round, plump breasts flopped freely onto their beige chest, their narrow midriff now exposed. The monkey then winked at their audience as their shirt dropped to the floor. The sight was enough to make Zeke's mouth water.

"Enjoying the show?" Jordyn asked, and pulled their pants down.

Zeke replied, "I'm going to destroy you."

Jordyn placed a palm on their chest, as if touched by the sentiment. "Aww, thank you, hun. I'm like... the Aphrodite to Josh's Apollo." And they tossed their pants to the side.

Jordyn's cock now hung free, its pink tip swaying playfully between their muscled thighs. Sinews bulged from beneath their fur as they raised their arms over their head, a thin line of sweat trailing from their exposed armpits. Their hefty ass tensed, their tail froze outright as they stretched.

"I dunno if you're Aphrodite," Zeke joked, a finger tugging on his lip. "You look like more of an Athena to me. With the muscles and all."

Josh, too, then began to disrobe. He awkwardly pulled his dress over his head, but it became stuck on his beak. He tussled uselessly with the labyrinthian fabric for a moment before ripping it off of himself with an inelegant flourish. His cheeks reddened. "It's, uh, hard having a beak," he said.

Zeke laughed. "Hey, I get it. Try having horns," he said, and ran a finger along his crown of bone. "Putting on clothes is a nightmare." He then turned to the closet, fingered a black pup hood, and tossed it to Josh. "Before I forget... put this on. Now."

And thus began the least exciting part of pup play: putting on the pup gear. Luckily, Jordyn had done this many times before. They deftly donned their chest harness, abdominal straps, and knee-high boots in rapid succession. They then casually lubricated their steel tail plug with saliva and popped it inside their pucker. Finally, they connected their heavy collar to a long leather leash before sitting back for a quick rest, fiddling with a pair of cuffs.

Meanwhile, Josh still struggled to fasten his chest harness. Zeke huddled over him, slightly annoyed.

"My Apollo..." Jordyn cooed. "Oh, how I love this himbo."

"Hey, I don't know how straps work!" Josh pouted. "I wasn't in boy scouts." Then, a click as his harness was fitted, followed by a pair of leather cuffs. Zeke then stepped back and admired his handiwork. He smiled.

"God," Zeke said, and removed his jeans. "Now that that's done... you two look positively delicious." He then cleared his throat once more, tossed his pants to the side. A mischievous, toothy grin. "Now... before we begin, we need to get a couple things straight," he said, and stood over Josh and Jordyn.

"Rule number one," he announced. "For the remainder of the night, you two are to refer to me as 'Master.' That makes you two my pets; so whatever I say, you do. Understood?" And the pets nodded.

"Number two - our safe word is 'Tangerine.' If things get too rough, say that and everything stops. And number three... if either of you disobey, I reserve the right to use... corporal punishment. Understood?" And the pets nodded once more.

Zeke smiled, took a deep breath. "Those are all the rules," he said. "So if you two are alright, then we are ready to begin. Just don't expect me to go easy."

Josh shook with anticipation. Once again, he was struck by Zeke's musculature, his authority. Everything about the man enchanted him. The goat's voice was a deep rumble, his chiseled pecs overlaid by a pristine snowfield of soft white fur. Moreover, Josh had never quite noticed how large his testicles were - he was tempted to call them 'snowballs,' but stilled his tongue.

Zeke bit his lip, worked his round knuckles over his thick white sheathe. "Josh," he said. "To begin... bark for me. Show me how much you want your daddy."

The eagle whined, lowered his head. He looked at Jordyn, whose face was adorned with a smug smile, before glancing back at his master. He suddenly felt very, very small.

"Aww. "There's no need to be shy, pup," Zeke cooed. His pink capricid cock poked from beneath a plume of white fur. "I know you want your daddy's cock. You want me to make your little puppy brain melt... right?" He smiled. "Then this should be easy for you. Go on."

Another whine bubbled from Josh's throat. He could feel his avian cock emerging from a nest of brown feathers, his arms and legs tensing up in embarrassment. A shrill bark then sang from his beak, his tail instinctually wagged.

"Awww!" Zeke bent down, scratched under Josh's chin. "What a good boy! Such a good boy." The goat's hand then disappeared below Josh's field of vision.

Suddenly, an unexpected tug on Josh's neck. The eagle yelped in surprise as both he and Jordyn were jerked forward, bound by a two-pronged leash. Josh grunted as he hurriedly crawled forward, his head aligning next to his lover's as they both gazed upward at their master.

"Good pups," Zeke cooed. "Now... you should bark for me, too, Jordyn. Can't show preference, after all. And you look adorable in that red mask."

Jordyn didn't hesitate. Ecstatic barks sang from their maw, their eyes aglow. They then bent their head low, wagging their tail, shifting into play position. Zeke giggled.

"Okay, you're adorable," he said. "Good girl. Can you do daddy a favor now, pup?"

Jordyn nodded.

"Be a good girl and huff daddy's cock." Zeke slid his hand along his length, now fully erect. A small drop of precum bubbled from Zeke's quivering glans, his balls eagerly churning. "I need you to worship my cock, honey. Can't just give you the main course right away, can I?"

Jordyn whined. "N-no, daddy."

Zeke held his cock outright. "Then get to it." And Jordyn stumbled over, their breasts and penis swinging below. They then kneeled before Zeke's crotch and gingerly pressed their mask against the base of his package, the goat's scent gradually permeating their nostrils.

"Good girl. Go on. Tell daddy how much you love his cock."

Fuck, Jordyn could barely speak. Zeke's cock was pungent. The smell of musk, petrichor, sweat, and patchouli mingled within Jordyn's mask and overtook their senses, made their entire body shake. It was too much. They needed to pull away -

But Zeke couldn't allow it. He grasped the back of Jordyn's mask and pressed the quivering mess flush against his groin, a light chuckle falling from his lips. "Good girl," he cooed. "You wouldn't try to get away from daddy, would you? My cock is just so needy for your attention, baby."

Jordyn cried out, overwhelmed by the acrid musk of Zeke's matted white fur. Their ass shook, their tail twitched erratically, they gasped futilely in search of fresh air. Jordyn could feel Zeke's warm flesh pulse against their mask, a sticky trail of precum dripping onto the leather.

Zeke growled, "Beg for my cock, honey." He then thrust himself against Jordyn's face, throbbing against their mask. "Tell daddy how much you need him."

Jordyn inhaled sharply, their mind swimming. Zeke's scent had rendered them intoxicated. Their vision blurred, they wrapped their paws desperately around Zeke's ass to maintain balance. Even as Zeke removed his hands, Jordyn didn't stop huffing his scent. Hell, they couldn't. That sour, sweaty musk scrambled their brain in all the right ways - it made them limp, obedient, mindless.

"F-fuck, daddy," Jordyn breathed. "You smell so good, daddy. I-I can't stop."

Zeke grunted, "And how much do you need me, baby?"

"S-so much."

Zeke grasped the back of Jordyn's mask, ripped them off of his dick. "Tell me again. How much do you need daddy's cock?"

Jordyn moaned, their body quaked. Gears turned in their head as they desperately tried to formulate an appropriate response. Their eyes were half-lidded, dazed, as they then met Zeke's slitted gaze. The monkey's lips moved, but only a labored groan escaped. Their gaze then lowered onto Zeke's package - his engorged testicles, his glistening pink cock. Jordyn couldn't think about anything else; they needed it. In their mouth, ass, against their face. Anything.

Without thinking, Jordyn lunged forward. They pressed themselves desperately against Zeke's fur, opening their mouth, huffing Zeke's pungent scent, letting loose a moan. Their cock throbbed as the goat's smell then violated their olfactory nerve once more. Zeke couldn't help but laugh.

"You're so eager, honey," he said. "Such a good girl. Such a good pet for me." And he petted Jordyn's head, stroking along the contours of their leather ears. Jordyn moaned.

The sight made Josh's chest flutter. His eyes were wide, his breathing heavy. He'd never felt this way before - a certain milieu of humiliation and arousal as his partner was degraded so thoroughly by a stronger man. A better man. The thought made him throb, his hands pitter-pattering anxiously on the ground. God, it felt so scandalous and embarrassing and thrilling and -

Zeke then flashed a smug grin at Josh, still holding Jordyn's face against his pelvis. He was surprised to see that Josh seemed really into this. The eagle was shaking, whimpering at the sight of Jordyn's domination. Zeke squinted at him, attempting to discern the source of Josh's arousal - and then it hit him. Even if he didn't know it yet, Josh enjoyed being a cuckold. Zeke laughed.

"What, do you like watching your partner become my slut?" the goat asked. "Do you like it when I order them around? When they worship my cock?" Zeke chuckled. "God, you're pathetic. Just sitting there and watching."

Josh whined, his chest heaved. Adrenaline suddenly shot through his spine. He gasped at Zeke's words, at the sight of Jordyn's hazy eyes, their absent grin.

"Answer me, pup," Zeke growled, and grasped Jordyn's mask tighter. "Do you like it?"

Josh hung his head low, unable to meet his master's gaze. His cock mindlessly tensed against his leather restraints, his cuffs pulled taught against one another.

"Tell me now, pup. Or your partner is punished. You don't want that, do you?"

Josh shook his head.

"Then tell me. Tell me how pathetic you are."

Josh moaned. "I-I'm pathetic," he said, his spine arched. He'd never felt so humiliated. "I-I love watching you use my partner in front of me, daddy."

"Awww." Zeke then removed Jordyn from their crotch and crouched down, their long cock grazing the floor below. "Look at me, pet."

Josh whined. He glanced upward at his master, only to quickly avert his gaze. His tail wagged.

"I'm telling you to look, pup. Or else."

The eagle tentatively lifted his face, his gaze catching on Zeke's outstretched paw, lightly caressing Jordyn's exposed tum. The goat's posture was eager, his grin predatory.

"I want you to watch as I touch them," Zeke said. "I see how much you love it, pup. So... consider it a favor that I let you watch at all. Aren't I a kind master?"

Zeke's palm then snaked itself down, down from Jordyn's smooth tum onto their pelvis, and onto the base of their cock. The monkey's package twitched in anticipation. Zeke's hand then slid gently along Jordyn's length, tracing along its smooth contours, eliciting a desperate moan as Jordyn needily bucked against the goat's palm.

Zeke, however, continued to stare at Josh, savoring the boy's embarrassment. "I see your little cock twitching, pet," he teased. "Does this really get you off so much? Watching a bigger, better man fuck your partner? Be honest."

Josh nodded. He shifted uneasily on his feet. "P-please, daddy. I love it."

Zeke smiled. He pointed toward Josh's package and said, "I know you do. Your tiny cock is super wet right now." And indeed, Zeke was right. A quick glance downward betrayed Josh's intense arousal - his dick throbbed uncontrollably, spewing a thin string of precum onto the ground. The sight made Josh's face redden. Fuck, he was really into this.

Zeke then stood, beckoning Josh forward. "Of course," he said, "Jordyn isn't the only pet I own. Come on, pup. Worship me. Show daddy how much you need him."

Josh heaved, shuffled himself closer. Jordyn laid prone to the side.

"Kiss my feet," Zeke barked.

The eagle's eyes widened, he whimpered. And, without hesitation, he found himself ducking down and kissing the goat's feet through his mask. He planted chaste kisses on Zeke's soft flesh, from his toes to his ankle, working along the goat's soft contours.

Zeke hummed contentedly. "Hmm. I never knew you were so good at bootlicking, pup."

Josh mustered an anxious laugh. His breath washed over Zeke's toes. "I-it's easy with you as a master," he said.

"Truly?" Zeke asked.

"Y-yes."

Zeke asked, "Then... how would you feel about showing your devotion to me with something a little bit more... involved?"

Josh gulped. "Um, sure. What were you, uh, thinking?"

Wordlessly, Zeke turned and sauntered to his closet. He said, "Stay right there, you two. I have something I'd like to show you." And he rummaged within a multitude of plastic drawers.

Josh then glanced at Jordyn. Fear, arousal shone in the monkey's eyes. Their thin, gray tail darted to and fro.

"I love you," Josh breathed.

Jordyn replied, "I love you, too."

"I'm so happy to be owned with you."

Jordyn whined, "I'm happy, too."

Zeke then slammed the drawers shut, turned back toward his pets while holding his hands behind his back. "You two lovebirds are adorable," he teased. "But I have something important for you." A mischievous smirk. "Close your eyes."

Josh whined, but didn't dare protest. He then closed his eyes, burying his snout against the ground, ass in the air, and waited. Zeke's footsteps came closer and closer, then rounded his backside. The eagle expected to be penetrated at any moment. His half-erect cock twitched, flitted against his tummy.

But an unexpected sensation then grazed Josh's dick - cold, hard metal. He groaned at the sudden chill, peeked between his legs. With just a small click, Zeke had fastened a cock cage around his package. Engorged as he was, Josh's small cock still fit inside the steel bars. The thought made him euphoric, unsteady on his feet.

"Good boy," Zeke cooed, and petted along Josh's down. "You were so still for daddy. Now, let's see about your beloved, hm?" And the goat walked to Jordyn, repeating the process.

"I had to save the bigger cage for you, hun," Zeke said. His hands fiddled with the cage, causing it to jingle. "Tell me, are you comfortable?"

Jordyn replied, "Yes, daddy."

"Good girl." And he scritched their back, tracing along their spine onto the base of their tail. He repeated the motion once, twice more, massaging their back, working out knots, watching Jordyn's tail convulse. "Who's my good little pet, hm?"

"M-me," Jordyn sputtered, clearly enraptured by Zeke's touch. "Fuck, that feels so good."

"Aww. Thank you, baby." And Zeke began to massage Jordyn's shoulder blades, causing their top half to slump forward with a stifled groan.

"Fuck, that feels so food. Fuuuuuuck." Jordyn's paws grasped uselessly at the floor, their chest heaved, while Josh watched from the side, marinating in his lover's moans. The eagle couldn't stop staring at Zeke's muscular, rippling back, his toned arms, his little stubby tail. The goat's face scrunched, he bit his lip, as he focused himself fully on bestowing pleasure upon Jordyn. It made Josh's chest flutter; god, he wanted to both be and fuck that man.

"The best thing about sex," Zeke explained, "is that it is whatever we wish it to be. I am going to show both of you how wonderful that can be." He cleared his throat and continued, "For the rest of the night, I am not going to touch your genitals. You're not allowed to orgasm, either, without my permission. Understood?"

Josh nodded. Jordyn let loose a labored moan.

"Then go lay on my bed. Both of you," Zeke commanded. "I'm going to give you a treat."

And in only a few moments, the trio had crawled onto Zeke's king-sized mattress. Jordyn, despite being cuffed, had little problem maneuvering onto the sheets, dropping unceremoniously on their back, and raising their paws above their head. Josh, however, stumbled against his restraints. The poor eagle could hardly shuffle, let alone jump onto the bed. Zeke looked on with an amused grin.

"Here," he said, wrapping arms against Josh's undercarriage. "Let me help, little pup." And without hesitation, the goat lifted Josh into the air with a hardy grunt and dropped him onto the bed. Josh yelped in surprise, uselessly slumped to his side.

"Lay on your tummy, Josh," Zeke ordered. "I'm going to start with you, if you don't mind. Seeing as you're... the least experienced, I'd say you deserve some special treatment, hm? Especially since you've been a good little cucky puppy for me."

Josh blushed, nodded, and did as he was told. He rolled onto his front, a pillow under his neck, and placed his cuffed paws above his head. Zeke then sat on Josh's bare ass and stretched himself over Josh's back.

"I'm going to start light," Zeke said. "Remember the safe word." And the goat began working his hands over Josh's weary muscles.

Zeke began by rubbing over Josh's aching neck, pressing deeply against its base, working his way upward. Josh couldn't help but gasp, his head shaking against his will, at the sudden pressure. Countless hours of sitting at the computer had wrecked his posture and given his neck a habitual crick. Inexplicably, euphorically, suddenly, Josh felt that tension melt away under the goat's fingertips.

Zeke's hands then moved downward to Josh's shoulders, his upper back. Like a cartographer surveying the land, the goat's fingers scanned Josh's feathers for knots in his muscle. Having found one below his right shoulder blade, Zeke got to work, sending shooting pains through Josh's body. "You're tense," the goat grunted. "It's okay to let yourself go, babe. I'm not gonna hurt you."

"I-I know," Josh said. "It just feels so-ah-weird? And, uh, good. I'm not used to being massaged."

"But you like it?" Zeke asked.

"I love it," Josh replied. "It feels... intimate. I'm, uh, glad to share this with you."

Zeke smiled. He said, "I'm glad, too." And he pressed harder, working out the tangled mess of Josh's muscles. Two huge knots under Josh's right shoulder blade, one under his left. Each movement of Zeke's fingers was accompanied by surgical precision and made Josh's entire body spasm in pleasure. Months of unnoticed tension fled his body again and again with every thrust. Lightning shot from his nerve clusters, mindless moans flooded from his mouth.

"You look like you're enjoying this," Jordyn teased. "Maybe I should massage you more at home, hun."

"Y-yeah," Josh said. "Fuck, I've never had my lower back massaged like this, haha." He squirmed as he felt his delicate tendons rearranged. Fuck, it felt like his spine was being pushed out of place. "It feels good, but, uh, I think I'm a bit overwhelmed."

"Safe word?" Zeke asked.

Josh said, "Tangerine. S-sorry, I gotta stop for a sec." And Zeke sat to the side, giving Josh a moment to recover.

"Are you okay?" Zeke asked, and flexed his knuckles.

Josh cracked a tired smile and said, "Yeah. I'm fine. Thank you. It was just... so much."

"In a good way?"

"In a very good way," Josh replied, and stretched his back. "Yaknow, when you said you'd be domming tonight, I expected something... different."

Zeke chuckled, looked aside. He said, "Yeah, well... I wanted to show you a different side of things, yaknow? Sex isn't all about pain and penetration. Sometimes it's better to be... gentle."

"More intimate," Josh breathed.

"Yeah," Zeke said. "Hopefully it wasn't too much."

"Not at all!" Josh replied. "I... I love this. And I want more. I just need a break."

"Good." Zeke sighed. "I'm just trying to treat you how I wish I was treated when I first got into kink. I want to give you and Jordyn a... safe space."

"You've done a very good job at that," Josh said. He felt a warmth in his chest.

"Really?"

"Y-yeah. Of course. You're a great teacher."

Zeke could feel his cheeks reddening. He shifted his weight, licked his lips. "Thank you," he said. "That means a lot." And he paused.

"Ready to begin again?"