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The basement apartment was as sweltering as it always was in summer, and even though Ciro didn't mind the warmth, the humidity left the coyote's fur and especially his paws sweaty. The summer heat was harder on his roommates. Jordan, a smilodon and Ciro's boyfriend for the past six months, had golden brown fur that didn't lose its thickness in the summer, and his small feline ears weren't nearly as good at shedding heat as Ciro's. Jordan sweated a lot in the summer, the thick smell of his musky sweat filling the bedroom he shared with Ciro and doing its best to dominate the other scents in the living room too. Their other roommate, a badger named Darrel, frequently complained about that, not that his own scent could be described as subtle this time of year.

Ciro, who was a good deal more acquainted with Jordan's musk than Darrel was, didn't much feel like complaining about it. For one thing, Jordan was a foot taller than him and weighed slightly more than twice as much, most of that in muscle. Three hundred and six pounds of smilodon was a good counter to complaints all by itself, especially backed up by years of high school and now college wrestling experience. None of that weight made Ciro afraid of him, he knew exactly how gentle Jordan could be, but the smilodon wasn't gentle all the time, and he was usually eager for any excuse to tackle the smaller coyote and remind him which one of them belonged on top.

Jordan liked showing affection in rough ways, which had never intimidated Ciro and had, if anything, made the coyote want him more. That had been true even before he'd had any experience with Jordan's dominant side. The more he got to see that side, the more he loved it. It wasn't exactly the kind of love he'd expected to find, or the kind he'd be sharing details of with his family, but he no longer felt ashamed about wanting to find out how kinky he and Jordan could be.

All of that factored into how he found himself dripping pre from his erection as Jordan's weight pushed his body into thick, smooth padding, while he pulled reflexively against padded leather cuffs locked around his wrists that kept him from lowering his hands to that arousal. Strong chains attached to each cuff looped over the thick cushion and locked onto the steel bars bracing it. The cushion itself, covered in a rubbery black and blue surface with the manticore symbol of the college's football team, was about three and a half feet tall and two and a half wide, and had served as a tackling aid for the team's practices until it had been "acquired" by one of the school's frat houses, and eventually ended up in Jordan and his roommate's possession. They'd made some modifications to it, or maybe the frat boys had, adding a thick metal base to the two steel bars that held it steady along with the chains and cuffs that made it useful for more than tackling. Another pair of cuffs was attached to shorter chains at the base of the steel post, and when closed around a guy's ankles prevented him from stepping away from the padding, more or less forcing him to squeeze his body against the squishy surface.

Ciro didn't know how Jordan had gotten the thing, but Jordan knew how much he loved it, especially with the huge cat's muscular chest pressing up against his back, and the smilodon's sabre teeth brushing against the back of his neck and the leather collar strapped around it. The sweaty material of the cushion stuck to his fur, but felt wonderful against the coyote's cock, which was slippery with pre and lube. Jordan let out a low chuckle as Ciro's hips shifted back and forth, rubbing his erection against the soft surface, but it was anticipation as much as the feel of the padding that had his tail wagging against the smilodon's hips. He could feel Jordan's erection pressing into his back, dripping over the base of his tail, and he knew exactly what he wanted the big cat to do with it.

Ciro knew that Jordan wanted it too, but the smilodon took his time, reaching down to position himself and just barely pushing himself forward as his arms tightened around Ciro's body. Jordan's dick felt nice and slippery, but his boyfriend hadn't paid as much attention with Ciro's butt, and the coyote couldn't help but shiver and whine a little as the thick head forced him open slowly but insistently. It wasn't the first time he'd taken Jordan without much preparation, but however much the bigger male loved doing it that way, the sensations up under his tail weren't entirely pleasant ones. His teeth clenched and he closed his eyes as Jordan's hips slid forward, pushing into him and forcing the coyote's body to yield for him until the toes on Ciro's paws were clenching. He heard Jordan's sigh as the smilodon made it all the way in, felt the bigger male's furry sac pressing against his rear, and opened an eye to glance over his shoulder at his boyfriend's muzzle and light brown eyes.

"Ow..." he mumbled, but the pain was already being replaced with more desirable feelings.

"You know you love it," the smilodon growled back, and Ciro flicked his ears and swished his tail in what might have been agreement, trying and failing to keep himself from smiling.

Jordan's answering grin mixed almost guilty affection and eager dominance, and showed that he knew exactly how little lube he'd used. There was nothing guilty about the way he leaned his full weight against Ciro though, his body wonderfully hard against the coyote even as it squeezed the air from his lungs, or in the way he met Ciro's eye as he started to pull back out. Like most felines, the head of Jordan's cock was covered with tiny ridges that you could barely even feel when they were sliding into you. On the way out, on the other hand...

This time, Ciro's whimper was entirely, or almost entirely, one of pleasure, and was followed by a yip as Jordan thrust back in much faster than he had before, making the coyote's cock twinge reflexively as it slid against the rubber padding. Then the smilodon's ridges were again teasing out sensations that the coyote could barely believe even after months of experience, coaxing tingling pleasure out of Ciro's muscles before Jordan forced himself back in. Quick, hard thrust on the way in, and then slow, teasing withdraw. It wasn't complicated technique, but Jordan knew the effect that it would have on Ciro, who found himself panting and humping the cushion with each of Jordan's thrusts and trying to squeeze himself around the smilodon's cock to keep him from pulling back. Jordan kept himself pressed hard against the coyote's back as he fucked him, keeping him from moving beyond his jerking hips and arms that squeezed the cushion for support. The familiar tension in his cock was building as his knot started to form, and though Ciro wouldn't have been disappointed if the smilodon to keep at it all day, he didn't think it was going to take his own body nearly that long.

Instead, thumping footsteps and the turning of a key in the locked door made Jordan stop his thrusts, even though it didn't encourage him to pull himself out of the coyote or lift enough of his weight away to let Ciro get in a full breath. The smilodon liked him panting and gasping, and knew it kept him harder than he would be otherwise. He also liked the coyote to struggle against his weight, a wasted effort, but one that Ciro never got tired of trying.

There was only one person except the two of them that had a key to their apartment, and Darrel wasn't going to be surprised to find the smilodon balls deep in Ciro in the living room that was as big as the rest of the apartment put together. For one thing, they'd basically decorated it with that purpose in mind, and a leather couch whose cushions were taped in places where Jordan had been careless with his claws shared the floor space not only with the TV and an overstuffed leather recliner, but with the tackling block Ciro was chained to and with a St. Andrew's Cross that had been added to one of the walls. The coffee table, long and wide enough to deserve the name only for its low height, seemed unusually clear in a college guys' living room scattered with dirty laundry, DVDs and papers, but that was only because a pile of thin pads in the corner could be strapped to it to make use of attachable cuffs at each corner, ideally placed with the straps hidden underneath it to keep a guy still and vulnerable. Most of the fetish stuff had been in the apartment before Ciro had moved in, and Darrel and Jordan had no shortage of stories about guys they'd had over who'd fallen victim to it.

Muscles covered with tawny fur and the positioning of the tackling cushion hid the door from Ciro, but Jordan looked over at Darrel as he came inside. Ciro heard the door close, and could smell the badger as he kicked off his shoes and started stripping off his shorts.

"Looks like I'm back just in time," Darrel's deep voice said, and Jordan grinned at something the coyote couldn't see. That made his tail want to start wagging again, but also left him a little nervous.

"Guess that means someone's getting his present early," Jordan answered, and pulled his cock out of Ciro's body fast enough to turn the coyote's attempted question into a shivering moan as the ridges pulled at him. His body tingled at the sudden emptiness, paired with disappointment at the sudden lack of stimulation. He rubbed his dick against the cushion a bit, trying to stay hard as Jordan blocked his efforts to try to see the badger with his body. He could see the black and white fur of thick legs as Darrel crossed the living room, shoes dangling from one hand, but the smilodon's body kept him from seeing what else his roommate was carrying. Jordan only bent down once the badger was safely hidden from view, fiddling with the locks by his paws.

"Present?" he asked over Jordan and around the cushion, trying to squirm himself closer to edge of the cushion as the chains linked to his ankle cuffs suddenly fell loose around his paws. Jordan stood up before he could poke his head around the padding, powerful arms spinning him around and shoving his back hard against the squishy cushion. The motion twisted the chains linking his wrists, but aside from pulling his hands a bit higher, the only difference was that he found himself grinning up into Jordan's eyes while the smilodon's bulk loomed in front of him.

"I just wanted to get you something fun," Jordan said, moving his hands down to stroke the coyote's chest. His claws poked out just enough to scratch through Ciro's fur, and Jordan's smile widened at the way Ciro squirmed and thumped his tail against the padding as the fingers worked their way down toward his stomach.

"What kind of fun?" Ciro asked, his hands closing into fists and pulling against the chains as Jordan's paw took hold of his cock, the other going lower and cupping around his balls. Jordan didn't answer beyond gently stroking the coyote's shaft, tracing his fingers around where Ciro's knot still wanted badly to swell. Darrel, on the other hand, answered from behind the cushion with a growl.

"The kind where we own you, Boy."

Darrel was only two years older than Ciro and Jordan, but Ciro was always "Boy" to Darrel, except when he was "Pup". Neither name was used with the affection that Jordan had when he called Ciro "Cub", instead, the badger made it obvious he didn't think that Ciro needed, or maybe even deserved, to be called by a person's name. Getting used to living with the badger had been as much of a challenge as having Jordan as a boyfriend, and for a lot of the same reasons. But while the smilodon couldn't seem to decide whether to treat Ciro like a boyfriend or a living sex toy, the badger had settled upon sex toy the moment Ciro had moved in. Since he was lazy and a hundred pounds lighter than Jordan, he didn't give the coyote much trouble when the smilodon was home. When they were alone, though, he was plenty strong enough to do whatever he wanted to Ciro, and plenty hot enough to make him enjoy it. Ciro was anxious around Darrel even with Jordan around.

"Where are your shoes Jor?" the badger added, and Ciro's eyebrow raised questioningly. Jordan's hand squeezed tighter as he answered his roommate, and he kept Ciro from asking the obvious question by leaning down to lick the end of his nose. Jordan's tongue was rough and wet and tickled the coyote's whiskers, the gesture not exactly a practiced one, but Ciro was surprised enough that Jordan was kissing him at all that he didn't tease him about it. The smilodon loved to fuck, and was remarkably easy to coax into cuddling for someone who claimed not to like it, but kissing wasn't his usual way of showing he cared. Ciro's tail started wagging again, and he closed his eyes and let Jordan's tongue lap over his muzzle and cheeks, the feline grooming coming across as dominant in a much different way than his earlier actions. It didn't hurt that he accompanied it with smoothly stroking his paw up and down over Ciro's still slippery shaft, and the coyote was well on his way to forgetting all about the badger by the time Jordan stopped and stepped to the side to give Darrel room. The coyote's cock twitched again as Jordan let go, frustration at the constant interruptions beginning to get to him.

Ciro and Darrel were at eye level with each other, but the badger's hard green eyes and harder demand for dominance discouraged Ciro from meeting his gaze for long. He was mostly still dressed, paws covered with socks and a sleeveless grey shirt over his muscular chest, dark with sweat around the armpits. The briefs he wore were sweaty as well, and less than modest with his erection hanging out of them. Darrel's hands were behind his back, and the pair of grins facing Ciro was enough to make the coyote's tail wag faster. Ok, he admitted to himself, I don't mind Darrel's methods all that much...

"Like this, or from behind?" Darrel asked Jordan, the smilodon chuckled as he answered.

"Definitely like this, I want to be able to see him,"

Darrel nodded, and pulled his hands from behind his back to show Ciro what he held. The hood was made of supple black leather, complete with padded looking slots for the ears and a long snout that had obviously been designed with foxes or coyotes in mind. Zippers along that muzzle served an unclear purpose, but Ciro noticed nervously that the design didn't seem to feature any clear nose holes.

"Hold him still," Darrel told Jordan, and the smilodon's hands tightened around his shoulders as Darrel reached up to pull the hood over the coyote's head. It was snug and tight enough even with the open neck that the badger had to work Ciro's head into it, but the badger obviously knew what he was doing, and the coyote's ears slid into their places fairly easily as Darrel shifted it around his face. The smell of new leather was strong and thick, and as soon as the hood had been pulled even partially on he found himself in complete darkness. Ciro's hips wiggled and he felt his knot swelling just from the feel of the thing. Blindfolds he was used to, and the hood didn't seem to do much more to sounds than muffle them, but the coyote was completely unused to the bizarre sensation of not being able to smell anything at all. The lack of any smell but the leather left him feeling both vulnerable and pleasantly isolated, with his subconscious awareness of everything outside the hood dimmed substantially. On top of that, the smooth leather pressed in against his face from all sides, fitting him so well the hood had to have been custom made. He already knew he liked his present, but squirmed against Jordan's grip anyway as Darrel pulled off his collar so that he could lace the hood tightly around his neck.

"You alright in there?" the barely muffled voice wasn't curt enough to be Darrel's, and Ciro's tail wagged once at his boyfriend's concern. The reminder of Jordan outside the leather made the lack of smells a little less pleasant, the smilodon's voice and paws against his shoulders somehow less intimate without his scent. It was unnerving too, knowing that his boyfriend could be about to do anything to him and there'd never be any warning. Unnerving and oppressive, but incredibly hot. Ciro couldn't open his mouth all the way, but the coyote still managed to mumble loudly enough that he was sure they understood his enthusiasm if nothing else.

"Yeah!" he paused for a moment, then decided to try more words anyway. "I can't smell you anymore though..."

Jordan's hands lifted from his shoulders, and Ciro heard Darrel muttering something about that being a good thing, but all the coyote could hear from his boyfriend was pleased growl that was almost a purr. Then he heard and felt Jordan doing something with the zippers on either side of his muzzle, and realized that they must have opened to pockets rather than the inside of the hood. Too late, he found himself remembering Darrel's earlier question asking about Jordan's shoes.

Ciro's boyfriend had taken advantage of the fact that furs sweat the most through their paws a number of times in the past, and the coyote had become familiar with what the inside of Jordan's sneakers smelt like. This was far worse, the overpowering reek of sweat and musk and paw intensified by Ciro's blindness and inability to smell anything else. The stink was enough to make his eyes water and his groan was loud enough to make both his roommates laugh. The coyote pulled his hands against the chains and squirmed, trying to get at the hood, but he might as well have tried pulling the tackling cushion off of its stand entirely. Whimpering, his hands closed into fists and he tried to breathe in through his mouth only. Shallow breaths. It didn't seem to help much.

"Think he can smell me now?" Jordan asked Darrel from outside the hood, the badger laughing as Jordan zipped the hood's pockets closed again around the sneaker soles he'd shoved inside. The smilodon's hands caressed the coyote's sides, making him squirm and heightening his arousal even further than the hood and the stink already had. By now, his knot was full and hard, and he found himself yearning for Jordan or even Darrel's touch.

Even with Jordan's earlier teasing though, the last thing he expected was to suddenly feel the smilodon's breath warm against his shaft and balls. Yipping, he inhaled sharply in surprise, a mistake that made him shudder and sag against the squishy cushion as his whole body seemed to fill with the horrible paw smell. But as horrible as it was, at least one part of the coyote definitely seemed to approve of the predicament he was in. His tail whipped back and forth against the padding, and his breath quickened as Jordan's tongue lapped up the length of his shaft, a warm, wet ribbon that left him groaning into the leather around his muzzle. Jordan had never done that before, and the coyote's whole body tingled as the smilodon's tongue caressed the head of his cock. Focusing on breathing through his mouth wasn't easy with the feline tongue toying with him, but Ciro was determined to try. Unfortunately, Jordan had other ideas in mind.

"Breathe it in Cub," Jordan's muffled voice told him, pausing between licks. It was already getting sweaty inside the hood, and along with the added smell of his boyfriend's feet; what little air did manage to get to his mouth was hot and damp. Strong hands pressed against his stomach, pushing him back and squeezing down his diaphragm. "No tongue 'till you're inhaling like you want it."

If he hadn't been chained to the tackling pad with his butt sore from Jordan's cock, blinded by the hood with the smilodon breathing softly over his shaft, wet with drool and pre, Ciro wasn't sure that the promise of oral would have gotten him to do anything of the sort. The way things were, it took him maybe a second before he brought in a deep breath through his nose. He sort of noticed Jordan's hands on his stomach, feeling his breath, and he distantly heard the big cat's purr and Darrel's approving murmur. The only thing he was really aware of was the stench of Jordan's paw musk, blocking out everything else and completely overpowering his concentration. Jordan's tongue pressed against the coyote's cock, right at the base of his knot, and that encouraged him to breathe in more of the stink.

"Hell yeah, you love that don't you Boy," Darrel growled, his tone not making it a question. And it wasn't a question, not when Ciro was breathing faster and faster with his wrists straining against the cuffs. Jordan's rough tongue was as relentless as the smilodon always was, steadily lapping up the length of Ciro's cock at his own pace, and the coyote could feel his arousal surging in response; the pressure inside of him building as he dripped pre into his boyfriend's muzzle. If Jordan had stopped then the denial would have been painful rather than teasing, and Ciro desperately sniffed as the stink and heat made either tears or sweat run down over his cheeks, exhaling as quickly as he could so he could breathe in more of the stench. Ciro couldn't tell if his tormentors could even tell that he was breathing hard, but he was so close he couldn't bring himself to take the chance. Then Jordan's muzzle closed fully around his cock and lightly grazed above his knot with teeth; forcing him to stand as still as possible as the smilodon's tongue started to move faster.

The coyote couldn't tell if it was Darrel or Jordan's paw that closed around his knot, but within a few hard strokes Ciro inhaled sharply and moaned into the sweaty leather, his cock pumping into Jordan's mouth and his boyfriend's tongue lapping up his cum as he exhausted himself. The sense of release was incredible, heat and bliss flooding through his body with each throbbing motion of his hips, but it was paired with a rapidly increasing awareness of the stink he was breathing and of the hot tightness of the material pressed around his head. Suddenly, breathing through his mouth seemed a much better idea, no matter how little it helped. Jordan's tongue kept up its insistent licks, the tingling sensitivity of his afterglow gradually making it less and less bearable, until the coyote shivered and whined appealingly. Thankfully, Jordan stopped, pulling his mouth away and leaving Ciro to breathe as shallowly as he could and lean back against the sweaty tackling block.

"Looks like he likes the hood," Jordan commented to Darrel, gently stroking the coyote's side with thick fingers. Grinning inside his leather prison, Ciro leaned into the touch.

"He likes it now anyway," Darrel agreed. "Want to keep him in there until he hates it?"

That made Ciro stiffen, especially as he felt Jordan's claws poke out and press into his fur, usually a sign that the big cat liked what he heard.

"I think..." Jordan purred, "I want him in there 'till he doesn't know what he thinks of it."

Still tingling with afterglow and not sure if he wanted to hold his breath or breathe as deeply as he could, Ciro didn't think Jordan was very far away from what he wanted. He was also pretty sure that he was in for a long afternoon, and as Darrel's hand cupped around his balls again, he was pretty sure that he loved that too.