Chapter 1 - Car Trouble
#1 of After the Party
It had been a great afternoon of BBQ and swimming and visiting with friends but things were winding down and everyone was heading out. Mutt went out to his truck but for some reason it wouldn't start, so he went back to the house to use the phone as his cell had died on him that afternoon and no one had had a compatible charger. He knocked and the door was opened by one of the hosts of the day's party; an older, heavyset St. Bernard named Toby.
"Mutt! Everything OK? Did you forget something?"
"My truck won't start, OK if I use your phone, Toby?"
"Sure thing, come on in. You know where it is." Toby said as he stepped back to let the younger, taller Mutt in, then closing and locking the door.
"Thanks!" said Mutt as he walked on into the living room and picked up the phone. He called his partner (who was out of town but expected back that night) to let him know what had happened and where he was at the moment. After a few minutes he hung up the phone and sat, pondering what to do.
"Problems?" Toby asked.
"Kinda; I was going to have Tim pick me up here tonight but now he won't be home until tomorrow. Something came up and he has to stay the night."
"Well, I can run you home or you can stay here the night, its up to you. Sit and think a bit, I'll grab us something to drink."
Padding from the room, Toby came back a few minutes later with two tall glasses and handed one to Mutt, who took a drink; rum and coke, and pretty stiff, too! Toby sat and took a swallow of his drink, then took a white paper tube and lighter out of his shirt pocket. Lighting it and taking a deep draw, he offered it to Mutt who took it and did likewise. They passed it back and forth a few times until each had had enough and was feeling quite mellow. At this point, Mutt decided he'd just stay the night as he was feeling too comfortable to worry about getting home right then. Picking up the phone, he called to let his partner know his plans and to check there in the morning to see if he still needed a ride. As he hung up the phone, Mutt accidentally hit his glass and spilled what little of his drink remained all over his lap.
"Oh, crap!"
"No problem," laughed Toby. "The couch is vinyl and won't be hurt and I can wash your shorts for you so they'll be clean in the morning. Why don't you get out of them and get a nice shower to get all that chlorine from the pool off and give me your clothes to put in the washer."
Mutt followed Toby to the bathroom where he slipped out of his coke covered shorts and t-shirt, which he handed to his friend. He didn't have any underwear on but as he and Toby had seen each other naked plenty of times, neither gave it a second thought. Toby gave Mutt an appreciative look and a friendly leer, then headed out with the clothes. Mutt got in the shower and relished the feeling of the warm water sluicing over his body and rinsing the chlorine out of his fur. He got up a good lather, making sure to get every bit of his tail as well. As he washed up he thought of all the hot guys who'd been at the party today and could feel his balls tightening up as his cock began to swell. He idly rubbed himself a bit, then rinsed off and grabbed a towel from the rack and began to dry off. Not having anything to put on, he wrapped the towel around himself and went in search of his host, finding him just down the hall in what had been a spare bedroom but now had some quite different furniture.
"Done some remodeling?" Mutt asked.
"Yeah," Toby replied, we've always wanted a playroom and since we had two spare rooms we decided we'd make one of them a dungeon." The "we" referred to Toby's partner who had left earlier to head in to work.
"So what all have you got set up?" asked Mutt as he walked in and looked around. He saw some hooks set in the ceiling in the perfect position for a sling as well as a St Andrew's cross against the wall with some other things he didn't recognize.
"Well, not much so far, we've only just started, but we do have a few things. Take a look at this." Toby turned and opened the closet door revealing walls with pegboard and hooks for hanging items and shelves already partially stocked. "We just got these last week, they're really nice."
Toby picked up some fleece lined leather cuffs and turned to show them to Mutt. They had Velcro straps to hold them shut rather than buckles and had sturdy rings attached to them which looked as if they would resist quite a lot of force or hold a good bit of weight, which was a good thing considering the size of the people Toby and his mate preferred.
"Nice..." said Mutt, giving a low whistle as he looked them over. He picked one up and started to put it on but couldn't quite get the strap on right.
"Here, let me show you," said Toby as he reached over and threaded the strap through a ring and then pulled it comfortably tight on Mutts wrist. "Lets put the other one on you, too, and then I'll show you something else we've set up".
Mutt held out his other arm and let Toby put the cuff on it as well. They looked and felt good on him and he could feel his cock swelling a bit again. He watched as Toby got a couple of short chains and hooked them over two of the hooks in the ceiling; both chains had carabiners on each end. Toby beckoned Mutt closer and then reached over and took Mutt's left wrist in his paw and raised it up, hooking the carabiner to the ring on the cuff. He quickly repeated the action with Mutt's right arm then stepped back and looked at his now bound and helpless friend.
"How's that feel?" Toby asked. Mutt pulled his arms down, feeling the cuffs snug on his wrists. He pulled hard enough and raised himself off the floor a bit, then relaxed. Looking at the cuffs he realized that he could undo the Velcro strap with one hand if he wanted or needed to do so. His towel was beginning to tent in front as he became more aroused which was something Toby had not failed to notice.
"Feels nice," said Mutt. "Y'all aren't worried about the ceiling from the weight?"
"No, we did a bit of reinforcing" said Toby with a little chuckle. "Got something else for you, too." Toby went into the closet and came out with another pair of cuffs, these a little wider and longer. He knelt down and placed one on each of Mutt's ankles and then used two more short chains and more carabiners to attach them to rings that had been recessed into the wood floor. Mutt looked around and saw that there were several sets of rings in various locations around the floor. Flexing each leg in turn, he discovered that he had very limited motion. By this point his cock was almost painfully hard and there was no hiding the fact that he was very aroused. Toby stood up and looked Mutt in the eyes, then leaned over and kissed him deeply, running his paws lightly down Mutt's sides to the towel, which he pulled free and tossed aside leaving the dark, furry body totally exposed. Mutt gave a little moan.
"Now for the next part," said Toby as he broke the kiss and stepped back to the closet. He came out with a couple of objects in his hands that Mutt didn't recognize at first. Standing in front of his captive and locking eyes with him Toby draped one of the objects over his shoulder and then took the other object in one paw. He reached up with both paws, one on either side of Mutt's head, looping the strap around the thick, furry neck and fastening it in front and giving it a tug. Removing the other device from his shoulder Toby opened it up and placed it on Mutt's head, making sure his ears were properly fitted into the openings provided, and then fastening the strap underneath the panting muzzle. Once the hood was in place Mutt's eyes were completely covered; he could still open them but no light could make it through the black leather. After another deep and long kiss, Mutt heard Toby walk to the closet again, then return to stand in front of him.
"What I've got in my hand are some noise-canceling ear buds," said Toby. "They're great for when you're traveling; they have some circuitry built in that picks up the outside noises and generates the exact opposite sound wave to cancel it out. They're not perfect of course but they do a really great job. I've got them plugged into a little white noise generator and once I slip them into your ears you won't be able to hear a thing."
Mutt felt the buds being gently slipped into his ears and then heard a click as something, the white noise device he assumed, was attached to the hood. A small *pop* was the last thing he heard as his ears were filled with the gentle hiss coming from the buds. Deaf, blind and almost painfully aroused he waited for what would come next.