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It was a bright, sunny day, quite warm out, the kind of day where being outdoors almost felt like an obligation - if you didn’t enjoy in now, could you really complain later on when the weather was crummy out and you wanted better? Most people weren’t taking their chances to be deprived of a chance to legitimately complain about things, and were out reveling in the wonderful warmth, filling the streets and the parks with bustle and activity.

For some people, though, the lovely weather only enhanced the enjoyment of their normal activities. Such was the case for Andrew and Naill, who were jogging along one of the paths through the trees in one of the city parks as they usually did every Saturday. Definitely a visual contrast - Andrew was a shorter, slender human, with wispy brown hair that fell over his eyes, dressed in lightweight gym clothes and running shoes, while Naill was a tall, muscular yet lithe Linoone morph, with sharp green eyes and slick fur, all the easier to see owing to his complete lack of any clothing whatsoever - the only thing he ‘wore’ was a belt looped around his chest holding his water bottle. Far from unusual, morphs dressed light in general and a thin pair of shorts was as much as one would ever see Naill in during a run, but in weather like this even that was uncomfortable, so he was letting it all hang out, just as quite a few morphs were that day, and even a few humans got in on it here and there - they were much less liable to do so, but some had embraced the culture.

Andrew was not one of them, but Naill didn’t push it - everyone had their own comfort levels. Andrew likewise didn’t push Naill - though, it wasn’t as if the eye candy wasn’t appealing to him. Though he had to be careful not to express that, for some important reasons…

The jogging slowed to a walk for a bit, as they both caught their breaths and drank down some water, and that was when Naill took his opportunity. “Hey, Andy, is everything all right with Bart?”

“Uh? What do you mean?” Andrew’s voice was suddenly nervous, and that was the first warning sign for Naill.

“Was chatting with Reno yesterday, and he was telling me that he saw you and Bart down at Donatell’s, and Bart was pitching the mother of all snit fits over something. Said you seemed super uncomfortable.”

“Oh…” Andrew looked away, face reddening a bit. “It…it was nothing. Nothing important.”

“If it was nothing important, then you should be able to tell me, right?”

“I…I’m not supposed to…”

Naill put a hand on Andrew’s shoulder. “Andy, buddy…I’m trying to make sure I respect your boundaries while still being a concerned friend. If it’s something that you don’t really want to talk about, that’s fine, and I’ll shut up and back off. But if it’s something you were pushed not to talk about…I want you to say something, because that’s not okay.”

Andrew was hesitant, wrestling with inner conflict that he didn’t particularly enjoy. There was a lot he didn’t want to say, even to a close and trusted friend like Naill…the Linoone had been his friend for a dozen years now, ever since secondary school, and Andrew cared deeply for him, trusted him more than he trusted just about anyone currently in his life. Yet, it was partly because he knew Naill well enough that he knew why he was reluctant to speak up too much…he didn’t doubt how the Linoone would react. But…he didn’t like the feeling thinking about this incident gave him, either.

“I…guess…Bart took me to Donatell’s for dinner. But when we got there, he blew up over the table…he didn’t want to sit near the doors, he wanted to sit more in the back. They didn’t have any free tables in the back, so he finally relented, but…then when they asked what we wanted, he ordered something that was a bit, uh, different from what was on the menu, and then he…exploded again when they said they couldn’t give him what he wanted. And this time he didn’t stop…not until we were kicked out of the restaurant.”

“Holy shit…that’s terrible!” exclaimed Niall in shock - he wasn’t particularly fond of Bart, if he was being honest, but he kept that mostly to himself because it wasn’t his place to decide who Andrew wanted to date. But this was MUCH worse behavior than he had expected. “What was his problem? Is it really that much to ask that he just, you know, act like a normal person?” Andrew was silent at that, and Niall got an ugly feeling. “…There’s more, isn’t there?”

“…He…told me afterwards…” Andrew swallowed. “It…he wasn’t really angry about any of it. He just wanted to make a stink over it in hopes that they would give us a free meal…because he couldn’t afford for us to eat there in the first place.”

“Fuckin’ hell…Andy, I’m not gonna tell you how to live your life, but please tell me you can see the bright red flag.”

“I…I know. It’s…he’d never done that before, but…I told him I wasn’t comfortable with it. And he said I was being a baby, that most places are cowards and they’ll give you what you want if you just bitch at them…he…didn’t really care that it was wrong. And…yeah, it’s…I’m not…okay with that.”

Not not okay with it enough to break it off, Niall surmised, since Andrew wasn’t telling him that was what he did. Though that wasn’t terribly surprising…as long as he’d known Andrew, he’d known the human was on the meeker side, not particularly assertive, needing to be pushed hard to act even when it was in his own best interest. Niall had found rather rapidly that if he took his usual approach with Andrew then they would only ever do things that Niall cared about, because Andrew would go along with it just to make him happy…he’d made sure to urge Andrew to give his input, and often asked him for suggestions, because it wasn’t like Andrew didn’t have his own wants and interests, he just was willing to go along with others in spite of them. He’d always worried that Andrew would be vulnerable to someone taking advantage of him like that…there were limits, he was savvy enough to avoid scams and such, but a relationship, that was a recipe for trouble there. “Like I said, I’m not telling you how to live your life. I just…want you to be careful, Andy. I don’t want to see you hurt.”

“I know…thanks, Niall.” Andrew seemed like he wanted to get off the subject, so Niall let it drop as they started jogging again. The issue was going to be on the Linoone’s mind for a while, but he was trying to find the right balance of allowance versus pressure…because, this was just one more reason why he didn’t think Bart was a good person for Andrew. Surely, his friend could do better than a scamming hothead that didn’t care about his feelings and put him down…Andrew had mentioned other instances in the past, Bart seemed much more often callous about his feelings than considerate of them, and rare were the times that were even arguably romantic. And maybe not everyone was romantic, but Andrew seemed like the kind of person who could use a little romance.

Niall was always being wary, though…because he knew full well that HE would very much have wanted to be that romancer. And everything else, for that matter. He’d known about his feelings for Andrew for several years at this point, and had made a point of minding his words to not make it seem like he wanted Andrew to ditch whoever he was seeing and come to him instead, lest it seem like he was trying to sabotage the human’s relationships. He really didn’t have to…Andrew had struggled to keep them, usually because of that lack of assertiveness, the people he was dating wanted to see initiative from him and he wasn’t good at that. It was just one of those ‘not a good match’ types of issues…Bart didn’t have a problem with that, of course, but Niall got the impression that he much preferred someone who ‘knew their place’ relative to him. But…was that just him overstepping his own bounds? Certainly, the bad behavior was bad behavior, but maybe Andrew saw a side of him that Niall didn’t see…or refused to see, due to his own buried feelings. To be sure, he definitely didn’t want to see much of Bart at all, given how he behaved…

Which was what made the sight of him all the more unpleasant, as he was standing there on their path, scowling at the two of them as they approached. Niall’s and Andrew’s eyes both widened - Bart had never shown up there before, normally Bart avoided showing up where Niall was present, more so lately than ever. A bigger man than Andrew by a fair bit, though not nearly as big as Niall, he had very short black hair that was buzzed close to his head, and gray eyes that seemed colder than any Niall had ever seen in his life. “Of course you’re here. I knew it.”

“B-bart…I…” Andrew was starting to shake a bit.

“No excuses. I thought I told you to tell him you were done with this nonsense.”

“Done with this nonsense?” Niall asked suspiciously, looking between Andrew and Bart. “What are you talking about?”

“Ah…N-Niall…I…um…” Andrew swallowed, shuddering even more. “I…uh…I…uh…”

“Little bitch can’t even spit it out. Of course, I have to do everything for him.” Bart huffed, then glared at Niall. “He’s done with these stupid little jogging trips. He has better things he can be doing with his Saturday mornings. Like cooking me breakfast or sucking my dick. He doesn’t need to be wasting his time hanging out with a big furry twat.”

Niall’s eyes narrowed at Bart. “Seems to me that’s a decision Andrew can and should make on his own, if that’s what he wants. We’ve been doing this for years, hasn’t been a problem before.”

“The fuck it hasn’t! He doesn’t need to be spending time with YOU, when he has ME. I’M the only one he needs, and the only one he should have, and he should be lucky he has that. And like hell I’m gonna let him keep hanging around with some fucking deviant who doesn’t even have the courtesy to dress himself like an intelligent being.”

“It’s hot out here and I’m wearing a fur coat as it is. Shorts chafe when I get sweaty.”

“It’s obscene is what it is. Look at you, with a fucking sheath and balls hanging out there like the world owes you something. You don’t see ME doing something so disgusting.”

Such an odd thing to get hung up on, in Niall’s eyes - virtually no one cared about morphs going free-bodied, they did it often enough that it was pretty much normal. Sometimes some of them judged humans for doing the same, but even that was less common these days…and that’s when it hit Niall, the REAL reason Bart wanted it to end. He’s jealous. He thinks Andrew thinks I’m better-looking than he is. He thinks this is like the prelude to an affair or something…or he just doesn’t like that Andrew’s hanging out with someone that can make him look lesser. The Linoone folded his arms, returning Bart’s glare with one of his own. “Maybe that’s just because you know you’d be humiliated if you did. It’s not any fucking business of yours whether Andrew spends time with me or not. Bad enough you keep him from visiting with me more and more outside of our jogging time.”

“That’s because my little bitch is usually more obedient than this.” That was what broke Niall’s glare, as his eyes widened again at Bart’s smirk. “I’ll have to punish him for not doing the right thing here, but so far, he’s been pretty good. I like a bitch who knows his place, and this one almost knows his…even being nice and good about not cumming when I order him not to. Been five weeks at this point, seven more to go until I think about it.”

“Five…weeks?!” Niall looked with shock over at Andrew, who was covering his face, mortified. “Is that…is that true, Andrew?”

“…Y-yes…” muttered the human quietly.

“And…you’re okay with that?”

“…I…uh…” The stumbling non-answer told Niall all he needed to know.

But Bart confirmed for him anyway. “Who cares? Maybe he doesn’t, but that’s how you break in a bitch and make them nice and compliant. They’ll get the pleasure when they learn how to stay in their lane and serve their betters.”

“You’re a piece of shit,” spat Niall aggressively, balling his hand into a fist. “What you’re doing is abusive. You’re not trying to get him in a relationship at all, you’re trying to make him your plaything! You’re hurting him and making him uncomfortable, you don’t care about his feelings, and you’re torturing him sexually just for your own kicks!”

“Oh, hey, guess what? It’s none of your fucking business what I do with him! The bitch is staying with me, and he’ll get over anything he doesn’t like. Not like he can find anyone else willing to put up with him, he knows it’s never gonna get better than I am.” Niall was desperately hoping Andrew would speak up in protest of that, but the smaller human just looked away, leaving him with the horrible feeling…all those past failed attempts, maybe he really DID believe that this was the best he could do. “And he doesn’t need anyone else - and I’m going to make sure no one else is in the way. Because he’s not gonna be happy unless he makes ME happy, and he’s not making me happy by spending time with people who’ll badmouth me and act like I’m not the best thing that ever happened to him. Get it into your head, furball, this shit is DONE. He’s coming with me.”

But Andrew wasn’t moving...as much as he seemed to be wavering, he still wasn’t making a move towards Bart. And that wasn’t sitting well with the larger human. “Chop, chop, bitch! I don’t have all day, my dick needs attention and like hell I’m gonna drop trou in front of this pervert. Get over here or I’ll make you.”

“Touch him and you’ll regret it,” warned Niall.

“Oh, fuck you! You think you’re bigger so you can do what you want, but touch me and I’ll make sure the cops haul you in and lock you away for the rest of your rotten life. I’m taking my bitch back!” Bart stomped up, and grabbed Andrew’s arm and yanked it hard towards him…

…And in an instant, was flat on his back, out cold, several feet off of the path, with Niall on top of him, panting from the Double-Edge he’d just laid the abusive jerk out with. He pushed himself to his feet, growling a bit and looking back at Andrew, whose eyes were wide open and fearful. “You okay?”

“I…I’m…f-fine…y-you just…”

“I know what I did. And if he thinks he’s going to get me in trouble for it, he’s dead fucking wrong.” Niall looked back down at the stunned Bart. A move would only keep him out for a few minutes at most…not enough time to put enough distance between them. But enough time to do something else…he made a decision right there, a decision he’d have to perhaps apologize for a bit later, but it was clear he needed to take action. He lifted Bart up and hauled him over his shoulder, then beckoned to Andrew. “Follow me.” Nothing more than those words, a direct order, and Andrew complied, following him, not questioning what was going on, but certainly wondering…

———

It didn’t take long for Bart to rouse. And predictably, he wasn’t happy when he did…and even less so when he found what state he was in.

“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME?!”

“Less than I wanted to.” Niall wasn’t afraid of Bart even normally, but even less so in the state the human was currently in - tied to a tree by his own shirt and pants, his hands bound behind his back by his underwear, leaving him completely naked and exposed. “Pipe down, fucker, I didn’t molest you. Like I’d WANT to do anything remotely sexual with someone so disgusting.”

“You’re lying! You fuckers always mess with us!”

The Linoone let out a vicious growl. “The fact that you still HAVE a cock and balls proves I DIDN’T do anything to you, because if I was going to they would be GONE, and you’d be CHOKING on them right now.” That finally got Bart to recoil, fear catching him for the first time. “I’m sure you’re not gonna be surprised to hear that I never liked you. And that was before I found out about how bad you really are, even…always knew you were bad but not as bad as this. But even though I didn’t like you, I didn’t tell Andrew to do anything with you. I could have told him he should ditch you, but I didn’t, because it was something I felt he should make his own decision about, and it wasn’t my place to intrude. But when you’re trying to take my friend away from me, and lock him up in your cellar and take any choices away from him yourself, guess what, I’m fucking intruding. Because unlike you, I CARE about Andrew’s happiness. That’s why I’m doing what I’m doing now. You want to shout for help, you little shit, go right ahead, you’ll get plenty of people watching you be humiliated and not a single one of them is going to believe you over me.”

Silence…fuming silence, but silence. Just as Niall had expected, Bart wouldn’t risk the ego wound of having more observers to what was happening. But Niall had no intention of touching him further…no, he had a better target for his attentions. He turned to Andrew, who was a bit off to the side, silently watching, until Niall motioned him to come closer. “Clothes off.”

Compliance was immediate and unhesitant. Andrew didn’t make a show of it, he still looked nervous, but he was unquestionably obedient…and now Niall was starting to understand a bit. What his mistake had been, all this time…what he should have done a long time ago. And he was kicking himself for not realizing it until it was almost too late…but he’d make up for that, in spades. Though, he’d be enjoying it at the same time, as he licked his chops looking over Andrew as the human discarded his underwear off onto the pile of his clothes, flushed a bit. He was healthy, but certainly not muscular in any way, small and slight, delicate compared to the much bigger and more rugged morph next to him. One couldn’t have blamed him for being intimidated…but, he was also half-hard, and his eyes were certainly being drawn now to that studly form in front of him. Niall smirked a bit. “Like what you see, Andy?”

“Ah…” Andrew’s gaze flickered towards Bart, who was trying to murder Niall with his eyes. The human mouthed something, but one motion from Niall stopped him.

“Look away from him.” Andrew obeyed that command too, looking back at Niall. “Don’t think about what he wants you to say, or what might upset him. I want you to tell me, in full honesty, if you like what you see.”

“I…y-yes, I do…” Hesitation, yes, but also more arousal. Just as Niall suspected.

“How long have you wanted me?”

“…I…I…I guess…s-since…the first time I met you…”

“Damn, really? I didn’t think it had been THAT long. You been fantasizing about me, then? Imagining me towering over you, making you look even smaller than you are? Ordering you, controlling you, dominating you, making you mine?”

Andrew was so red it looked like he might start steaming, as he nodded, hiding his face a bit. Confirming what Niall had suspected - his efforts to mind those boundaries had undermined what Andrew had wanted the entire time. He’d WANTED this…wanted to be ordered, imposed on, made to submit. All Niall had had to do was take, but he’d restrained himself out of his sense of respect…well, now he was going to have to show that he could take command and still be respectful. And the first way to demonstrate that was plainly obvious to him…and a good way to rub this into Bart’s face even more. “You’re pent up, aren’t you? Bart hasn’t been letting you cum, has he?”

Andrew shook his head, his expression getting a little down. “No, he…he hasn’t…”

“And you haven’t been enjoying it, have you?”

“I…no. I…I don’t…it’s…it’s not comfortable. I haven’t enjoyed it at all…but…I’ve had to lie to him because he gets…really upset when I don’t do what he wants and don’t like it.”

Niall shook his head darkly. “That’s incredibly unfair to you. If he really cared about you, he would care about your feelings and respect when you’re uncomfortable. Someone who gets angry at you for expressing your feelings doesn’t care about them…he only cares about himself. And someone who only cares about themselves shouldn’t be in a relationship with anyone else. I think the first thing we need to take care of is your needs…” The Linoone sank down to his knees, beckoning towards Andrew with a sly grin. “Come over here, and let me break you out of this cage.”

Andrew stepped forward, looking both nervous and excited; his eyes were still glancing over towards Bart here and there despite trying not to, flinching just the tiniest bit at the vile glare being directed at him. But he was completely tied down, unable to do anything to him…Niall was the one in control. And Andrew felt a lot more comfortable with that than with Bart in control. So he took his eyes away as he stepped up to Niall, feeling those big furry paws take hold of his hips, and that muzzle pushing up against his groin. A gasp escaped him as he felt a tongue lick over his balls, the first attention they’d gotten in far too long.

“Mrrr, your scent is delectable, Andy. I can’t tell you how much I’ve wanted to take a nice, deep whiff of it…” Niall did so, drawing in from right near Andrew’s groin, trilling a bit as he savored his friend’s aroma - light, tantalizing, just what he liked. He reached his long tongue out and licked under the human’s cock, then wrapped it around the shaft and started working it over, a slow massaging stroking that make Andrew gasp and moan, his hands finding Niall’s shoulders and gripping them tight. The tip of Andrew’s cock was quickly starting to leak onto Niall’s tongue, giving him a sample of that delightful taste.

It would have been fantastic enough just doing this with on other incentive. But a quick glance over at Bart, seeing that impotent rage on the human’s face…Andrew might have been intimidated by him even like this, but Niall was feeling a good bit of smug satisfaction. He was breaking that fucker’s grip over Andrew by denying him the thing that he’d been ‘training’ Andrew on all this time, showing him that he could have something else, something he liked much more…making Bart know he was losing felt just as good as getting what Niall had wanted for so long.

And that spurred him to up his efforts to get Andrew off, leaning in and wrapping his muzzle around the human’s cock, enveloping it in warm wetness and giving it a good firm suckling. Andrew’s cry pitched up a bit as he threw his head back, bucking a bit into Niall, into that hot muzzle and thick wrapping tongue, his cock so sensitive and needy and desirous of that stimulation. The Linoone had to keep a pretty firm grip on Andrew, making sure he didn’t lose his balance as his legs started to get a bit wobbly, shifting his grip to wrap his hands around the globes of the human’s rear.

It didn’t take more than a couple minutes, not a surprise for someone who was so deprived. Andrew cried out louder and longer and higher as he released, a healthy load of tasty seed pumping into Niall’s maw. He latched on and drank it down, letting it slather all over his tongue as he drew it down and savoring the taste of his longtime friend. The sweetness of curing Andrew’s deprivation was the perfect seasoning to add to the raw flavor of him, which was just as enticing as his scent was…why had he waited this long, when he could have had this all this time? He was going to have to make up for lost time…and all the time Andrew had been kept wanting, at that.

It was only with reluctance that he finally pulled away; he could have been sucking on Andrew for a good long while, but his own cock was demanding some attention as well, and he couldn’t very well ignore that either. He licked his chops again as he stood back up, keeping Andrew close to him and holding him against his furry body, the human a bit wobbly from the experience. “Did you enjoy that, Andy?”

“Ohh…y-yes…so much…” Andrew’s head was in a right whirl, he’d been missing that so much and finally getting to enjoy that rush of pleasure again had him somewhat reeling. “Niall…please…I, I need more…”

“Oh, I’ll be glad to give you more,” murred the Linoone, leaning in and nuzzling Andrew, his grip tight, possessive and protective. “Do you want to feel me, Andy?”

“Ah…y-yes…I…I’ve been…I’ve wanted to feel you…for a, a long time…”

“I won’t keep you waiting any longer.” That grip tightened, and suddenly Andrew was hefted upwards, held against Niall’s chest as he was lifted and positioned over the Linoone’s cock. An ostentatious display by design, very deliberately putting the action right in front of Bart’s face; Niall was intent on rubbing it in as much as possible. Certainly, the fact that Niall was packing a cock more than double in every dimension compared to him was putting the bound human to shame, and Andrew’s obvious desire for Niall, expressed without reservation and without falseness, had to be burning him up. And Niall couldn’t resist a look his way as he spoke up again. “And just to make sure it’s entirely clear…you cum exactly when you feel like it. I would NEVER force you to wait against your wishes.”

“Th-thank you…” Andrew was leaning back into Niall, arms and legs trying to wrap around him for purchase, as he bared himself to the study Linoone. So powerful, so imposing, yet in a way that felt entirely unlike how Bart ever had, never cruel or callous…more and more he was seeing what Niall had been saying, he really had been victimized, and he couldn’t help but feel a twinge at the thought of just how easily he’d gone along with it…how he’d believed that it was all right because at least he knew he’d have someone in his life, someone who wouldn’t decide they couldn’t deal with him. But…no, he hadn’t been happy, he’d been downright miserable lately, and he’d forgotten what better could be like…Niall was reminding him, bringing him back to feelings he’d been wanting for so long, wondered if he’d ever feel them again…

And that wasn’t the only long-lost feeling renewed when Niall thrust, pushing a good half of his cock into Andrew. The human threw his head back and cried out as his ass stretched to fit the impressive size of Niall, the pointed tip somewhat easing him in but the girth filled out quite rapidly after that, far more than Bart’s ever had. And deeper as well, even with as much left to go…it had been years since Andrew had had any time with a morph, his last several relationships had been with humans, and the feelings were different in a way that was hard to define, as if his body was willing to stretch and shift more with them than with a human or a toy. Niall stayed still for a moment, letting his body adjust again, remember how to handle a morph, and it wasn’t long before it felt natural again, and after what he’d had to deal with with Bart, so incredibly welcome.

When Andrew squeezed a bit, Niall knew he was ready to go. He pulled back a bit then thrust again, deeper, another cry coming from Andrew, bloated with an amorous waver as he took in more of that thick tool…another one, and Niall had stuffed the human completely, a trilling growl escaping him as his cock was fully enveloped in that tightness. His grip shifted slightly to ensure Andrew wasn’t going to slip out, and he started to buck in, drawing back and pushing in with a fairly energetic pace, seeking out Andrew’s most sensitive spots to try to get him back to the pinnacle as soon as possible. After all, this was for HIS pleasure more than Niall’s…though Niall was going to enjoy it without a doubt.

And Andrew was getting everything out of it he could have hoped for or dreamed for. Niall wasn’t holding back, giving him a good bit of intensity, and he was loving it. Bart had always been so sluggish, never going fast enough to let him get into it…he’d always been too sensitive and gone off too quickly if he went fast, and it was his way of making sure he lasted longer, but it didn’t do much for Andrew. But Bart had demanded he only cum from anal, no using his hands or anything else, and a reach-around was absolutely out of the question. It had been when he’d pleaded with Bart for help getting off that Bart had gone to forbidding from from orgasm completely, until he was satisfied Andrew had ‘learned his lesson’ about asking something like that…now he was realizing the lesson he should have learned was that Bart wasn’t good for him, because getting fucked by Niall was like his first time all over again, giving him more than enough to feel something so good out of it, especially when the Linoone’s thrusts started giving his prostate the attention it had been craving, adding that extra dimension of pleasure that had Andrew seeing stars. His blissful cries were loud enough that surely they could have been heard by people outside their little spot in the trees, inviting the potential for interruption…

But no one was coming, and Niall wasn’t going to stop even if they did. One arm wrapped around Andrew, the other hand holding the human’s thigh, he was giving Andrew everything he had, hammering in and jerking out with quick and powerful motions. Hearing Andrew’s ecstasy was fueling him, revving him up like he hadn’t been in a long time…how long had he been wishing to hear that voice singing his praises in lustful delight? And if that wasn’t enough, the glance at his friend’s abuser, that agonized fury on Bart’s face as it was made unfailingly evident how much MORE Andrew liked Niall’s attentions than his, knowing he was freeing Andrew from that horrible person, giving him pleasure that had been cruelly denied to him, made it all the more rewarding.

Things were getting wet as Niall’s pre started to leak out from where he was thrusting, splattering around a bit when the Linoone’s body met the human’s. It was making the movements slicker and easier, making Andrew squirm as he felt that blissful heat spreading in him, squeezing more to amp up the pressure and try to keep that fluid inside him. He had one arm behind him around Niall’s neck, the other clinging to his muscular arm, his legs gripping Niall’s hips, his body thrust forward wantonly, his cock flopping around spreading his own pre all over, feeling so close to loosing something more substantial, still feeling such need after that long deprivation. He wasn’t consciously trying to, but anyone watching might have thought he was trying to shove his pleasure in Bart’s face, the way he was displaying himself…

Especially when that peak hit unexpectedly, getting a higher pitch out of Andrew as he squeezed and spurted, loosing his ecstasy as his mind was overrun with rapture. His cock gushed out more jets of built-up spunk, and the first one had enough energy behind it to fly into Bart’s face, getting an angry growl out of the bound bastard. The rest didn’t have quite enough to get to him, but were spreading streaks of white on the grass between them, a release that brought immense bliss and relief…Andrew didn’t want it to end, could have sank into this and never emerged, so much had he been wanting it, needing it, CRAVING it…and from the one he’d been craving it from more than anyone else in the world, no less…

But Niall had his limits as well, and a trilling cry erupted from him as he pounded in one final time and let loose his own load, to fill Andrew as deep as he could manage. Andrew shivered a bit as he felt himself get flooded with the Linoone’s spunk, a load that made his seem almost paltry by comparison, dripping out around that cock as it built up enough pressure to overcome that tight fit. And yet all he did was squirm and clench, trying to milk as much out of Niall as possible, wanting every drop that he could take inside him, the warmth of it melding with the knowledge of who it was filling him to make something so supremely satisfying that Andrew didn’t know that anything else could ever compare. Held in Niall’s arms, against his furry body, feeling his seed pumping into him…it felt like, for a brief instant, his life was complete.

The high of it ebbed away after a while, but the afterglow was no less contenting, that tension drained away and leaving placid relaxation. Niall rubbed Andrew’s body with his arm and the human’s cheek with his muzzle, reveling in the afterglow of the best rut he’d ever had. He almost wished he could just lay down and let Andrew lay on top of him as they enjoyed the moment…but this wasn’t exactly the ideal place for that, and there were other things that needed to be done. It started with answers he hoped he knew, but needed to get anyway. “So, Andy…did you enjoy that more than you enjoyed Bart’s treatment of you over these past weeks?”

Breathlessly, Andrew nodded. “Y-yes…so much…so much more…” His eyes darted to Bart, who was still fuming and sucking lemons, but that gaze just felt hollow now…he didn’t feel nearly as intimidated by it as he had before.

Niall rubbed Andrew’s chest gently, feeling a bit of pride in his performance. But he was more invested in the next answer. “Who would you rather be with? Him, or me?”

“You.”

It was the most immediate answer Andrew had given, leaving absolutely no room for doubt, and making the Linoone’s heart leap. He wrapped his arms around Andrew and hugged him tight. “I’ll make sure you never regret that answer, Andy. And if you’re EVER dissatisfied, tell me and I’ll fix it, I promise.”

Andrew gave another nod, leaning back into Niall and rubbing a hand through his fur. “Thank you…I…I really like…the sound of that.”

“Mm…I suppose that means I have something to take care of.” It was only with reluctance that Niall pulled out of Andrew, getting a last moan out of the human as a gush of the Linoone’s seed drooled out of his rear with the release of that plug. Carefully, Niall let Andrew down, the human proving to still be wobbly as he tried to get his feet under him, leaning on Niall for support for a moment before finally kneeling down, doing his best to catch his breath. Now Niall was free to do what he only sort of wanted to do, as he turned towards Bart and stepped towards the bound human. Bart’s expression was as livid as it had ever been, seething furiously from being undermined, outdone, and having his toy taken away…Niall wanted to make sure he didn’t do anything to try to undo that, as he knelt in front of Bart with a sharp glare.

“Now, you listen, and you listen good. I’m going to let you go. I’m not doing it because I really want to, I’d be perfectly happy to let you sit and stew for a while here until you got found by someone with more mercy than I have. But, if something happened to you, I’d be responsible, and I’m not gonna jeopardize what I’m just starting to have with Andy over that. But I want to make it VERY clear…if you EVER try to come near Andy again, or try to come after me…” He reached down and grabbed Bart’s cock and balls in a tight grip, making the human help. “These are VERY squishy, and my claws are VERY sharp.”

“Nigh…y-you…you can’t…do that…” protested Bart weakly.

“Oh, you don’t like the thought of not being able to cum? Maybe you shouldn’t impose that on other people, then.” Naill released Bart’s nethers and undid the knot on his clothes holding the human against the tree, then the knot holding his hands behind his back. Once Bart was free, the Linoone rose up and stepped back, folding his arms and looking down at the abuser; Bart gave him one last ugly look back, but it was more wounded than anything, and he scurried off with his clothes in his arms without any further issue. Only then did Niall finally relax; for the moment, Bart could be an afterthought. He didn’t know if that would be the case for good or not, but he hoped that Bart was one of those bullies who ran like craven cowards when faced with adversity…if not…well, he had a threat he wouldn’t have any problem making good on.

With that taken care of, he stepped back over to Andrew, sitting down next to him and putting an arm around him. “How’re you doing, Andy?”

Andrew nodded a bit, leaning into Niall. “Fine…better, now. I…don’t think I…realized how uncomfortable I was with him. Just feeling like…he’s gone, he’s not there anymore…I was scared of it before, but…now I feel…relieved. Happy.”

“You always deserved better than him,” Niall insisted earnestly. “He made you feel like you didn’t because that was how he kept you in his clutches. But you always did. And I’m sorry I didn’t give you that before.”

“It’s not your fault…”

“Mm, not about fault, it’s about the fact that if I had done things differently he’d never have gotten his slimy hands on you in the first place. But what’s done is done…I’m going to focus on making things better for you.” Niall turned Andrew’s face towards him, looking seriously into his eyes. “And I mean BETTER. Andy…I know what you’re like. I’ve known you for long enough to know that you’ll go along with things, even if you don’t like them. That’s why I’m giving you a direct command, right here and now: if there is ANYTHING I do that you don’t like, TELL ME, without hesitation. I will not get angry with you. I will not argue with you. The only thing I will do is stop what makes you uncomfortable and not do that again. Because you deserve that much respect, no matter what it is you might enjoy otherwise. You can ALWAYS speak up, and I will ALWAYS listen. You understand me?”

Andrew nodded. “I do…th…thank you, Niall. I…ah. I just…y-you’re right, I’m…I don’t…really like to speak up about things like that…I…I just…I don’t know, I…I want to…make people happy. I want them to like what they’re doing. I guess sometimes even if it doesn’t make me happy…”

“Well, I want YOU to be happy, and I won’t be happy if you aren’t.”

“I understand…if that’s what makes you happy, then I’ll definitely do it.”

“I’m glad to hear that. And I’ll definitely do what makes YOU happy.” Niall let out a quiet murr as he pulled Andrew tighter towards him. “And this sort of thing does, doesn’t it? You like being ordered…you like being controlled…you like submitting.”

“Ah…y-yes, it…it feels right,” admitted Andrew, red-faced. “I just…like how it feels, to be in someone else’s hands…the less control, the better. And…I’ve been…fantasizing about you being the one giving the orders…even while I was with Bart, you were the one I was…really dreaming about. I think that’s why he wanted me to stop, more than anything…I think he knew you were the one I really wanted.”

Niall grinned a little. “Heh, you enjoy that, do you? The idea of this big furry beast, towering over you, commanding you to service him, tying you down and railing you, making you his little plaything…” The Linoone could feel Andrew shiver and heard him huff quietly. “I have a feeling I’ll get you to tell me about everything you want me to do to you…and I’ll be more than eager to make ALL of it happen, believe me…”

“Nnh…Niall…”

A chuckle from the Linoone, as he helped Andrew to his feet, picking up his clothes along the way. “Come on, Andy…let’s head back to my place. Our jog may have been interrupted, but I think I know a more fun way to get some exercise anyway…and get your body the attention it needs after being deprived for as long as it has been…”