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Well, well, sometimes writing sucks.

Seriously.

It took me three or foul false attempts today before this one started to come out, and while it's probably not my best story ever, it's still pretty fun, I'd say. Some of you are probably going to recognize these characters from earlier stories - but as always, it is mostly a stand-alone piece, and should provide and entertaining read. A link to the original is provided in the end.

Please enjoy, have a good read, and then comment, vote, fave and watch! All feedback is always appreciated, and by leaving feedback, you'll help others to find these stories to enjoy as well.

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Scott was whistling a little between his big buck teeth as he jingled out the keys and let himself in to the house. The business suit-wearing stallion swung his attaché case about and even nickered a little with joy when the familiar scent of the two males sharing the home filled his nose and made him instantly feel welcome within these walls. A bit of his own equine musk and plenty of the sort belonging to the German Shepherd, too, the horse noted with pleasure, sniffling the air for pleasure while rubbed his hooves on the special grooved carpet by the door to clean them up before clip-clopping deeper into his home. You just didn't want someone cigarette butt or chewing gum to be stuck on your hoof, let alone gravel that could damage the surfaces. And it felt fun, too, an sounded as much, tapping his hooves against the firm surface. Almost like his very own version of "Honey, I'm hooooome!", which he didn't yell now, because Hector wouldn't be home yet.

Once he felt satisfied with his cleanliness, Scott headed through the living room and then into the kitchen, to drop off the myriad of bills and his latest issue of Guns and Ammo he'd picked up from the mailbox upon arrival, and maybe start on the dinner, too. It might've been the stallion's birthday, but the rules of their all-male household were simple.

THE GUY WHO COMES HOME FIRST COOKS FIRST

He didn't mind. They could do the big birthday dinner at a restaurant thing during the weekend, as well as any other things that Hector had come up with. The stallion nickered happily as he wondered what the Sheppie might've envisioned as a fitting birthday surprise for his horsey boyfriend, and the male in question couldn't wait to find out. The good morning cockteasing in the shower had been fun enough already and left him prone to pop boners all day, too, which might've been a bit of a nuisance with the pair of pants he was wearing for work today. Scott chuckled as he remembered having to use a file folder as a groin shield while walking over to the copy machine. He hadn't had to behave like that since high school. Damn jocks and how good they smelled in the middle of Spanish class...

The horse flicked his ears and snuffled a little at his random wonderings as he strutted through the doorway between the living room and the kitchen and entered the by all means spotlessly clean space. Getting the pork chops into the oven wouldn't take too long, and he'd have plenty of time for a round at the exercise bike and a nice, long shower with his mango shampoo before Hector came home.

Scott didn't get far before his eyes immediately noticed the large gift-wrapped package standing on the kitchen counter. His ears and his tail flicked curiously at the sight of the bright neon pink paper, the huge red bow and the sheer size of the box.

"Ohhh...!" the stallion nickered curiously as he clip-clopped towards the surprise gift.

It definitely hadn't been there in the morning, the horse decided, but then again, he had left to work before Hector, which meant that the Sheppie would've had plenty of opportunities to place the mystery present into the kitchen while the horse wasn't at home.

"Sneaky, sneaky..." Scott's nickering continued as he reached the mystery box, dropped the mail to the side and then picked up the box. It flew up in his hands, mostly because he had overcompensated and applied way too much force that was needed in the end, to lift the box from the counter. It couldn't have weight more than two pounds, he realized, holding the box carefully in his hands. A brief shake only caused a small shuffling noise, flicked ears, and a raised brow from the horse who was now completely enraptured with his surprise present.

"What a fruity package, though, that's not like you, Hector..." the stallion mused to himself, chuckling under his breath while he imagined his burly boyfriend and partner going wherever he had gone to make the gift box to be as flaming as it was now, in his hands. "But I wonder what you bought..."

The stallion whistled nonchalantly again as he put the box down to the counter and tore into the glossy paper. The brown cardboard that was rapidly revealed from underneath did nothing to sate his puzzlement, however, and only made his tail flick more eagerly about while he explored the mysteries of the package. The top flaps of the box were open, which meant that whatever was inside had probably been either put in there by the Sheppie instead, or at least he had opened the package before wrapping it up, he thought, noticing the lack of tape, and twisted his fingers around to open the box and peer in.

"Hmmm!"

The smell of printing ink was suddenly strong, and his fingertips brushed against wrinkled balls of torn-up newspaper, filling the box to the brim. Scott began to dig them up hurriedly, and didn't care that he was tossing pieces of newspaper everywhere, including the floor. He really wanted to know what was in the box, and a little bit of a mess wasn't going to stop him.

It only took him a few moments to get his hand through to the bottom of the box, and he felt something smooth against them, which he then grabbed and brought to view. Scott's eyes widened with surprise as he realized what he was holding in his hand. It was a leather leash, complete with a hoop in the end for the hand, and a jangling metal clip on the other end, to attach it to...whatever you wanted to leash, of course. The black leather felt smooth and nice in his grip, and smelled good, too. Scott had to bring it against his nose to take a good whiff, instinctually, and rumbled with the pleasant aroma. It didn't come as a surprise to him that his sheath began to firm up while he sampled the smell of his odd present. A leash...but no collar, as much as he could tell, looking into the box. He pushed his unleashed hand over the bottom again and felt up for any extra items that could be hidden there, but could not find anything that could be potentially attached to the leash now held carefully in his hand.

"What a funny doggie," the stallion mused to himself, aloud, as he combed his fingers through a few balled-up pieces of the newspaper.

His eyes caught a glimpse of something uniformly white on the bottom of the box, and pushed a few more of the bits aside to see what it was, and realized that a folded-up piece of paper rested on the bottom of the box. The stallion grinned to himself at the discovery and immediately picked up the folded A4 between his fingertips. The horse put the coiled leash down to the table to free his hands for opening the note, and he could feel his heart racing as he imagined the potential of the words his boyfriend might have written down.

"Gonna whip you with this in the evening" seemed like a possibility to him, and Scott had to nickered gently before he steeled himself and folded the paper open.

His ears and tail jumped once his eyes crossed over the paper, now in full view, that only contained two words written in the German Shepherd's neat paw.

BASEMENT. NOW.

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Scott felt a twinge of excitement, surprise and nerves in his belly as he read the words again, and instinctually, his head turned in the direction of the basement door, on the other side of the kitchen. The stallion let out a deep, neighed breath as he felt blood rush into his groin, his mind fully at work to coin up with the dirty possibilities. He was obviously expected to go down to the basement with the gift he had found from the box. Whatever that could lead into, he couldn't tell yet, but knowing the Sheppie and his prowess in coming up with the most intricate plots of sexual torment for the stallion, and most often these raunchy games took place in their not so innocent suburban basement.

"Wow..." the horse muttered, staring at the little message, and felt his pants bulge out as his quickened blood filled out his long, thick shaft and pushed it out of its sheath and into his soon-to-be-ruined boxers. His tail slapped nervously against his rump and he glanced over at the door again, before his eyes dropped to the coiled leash lying on the kitchen counter.

Well, he was not going to stretch it out...even if he did sometimes like being teased, of course, but now he was all too curious to find out what the Sheppie had come up with. The stallion hastily grabbed the coiled leather and clenched his hands securely around it while he slowly approach the door, trying not to breathe too heavily even if his heart raced and his erection rubbed against the fabric of his pants with each slow step he took. The door opened with a creak, and he could instantly see that the lights were on downstairs, which seemed...promising.

The horse felt his erection pulse even stronger as he looked down into the basement, but couldn't see anything yet. His hooves made scraping noises over the wooden steps, and he did not waste any time going down them. Hell, he even almost stumbled at one point, and had to press his hand against the wall to steady himself. The same hand still held the by now crumbled note, too. Scott nickered at his unsteady state, and wondered whether he had really become too...front heavy by now for it to be dangerous for him to traverse steps. His cock sure was hard and heavy enough to do that, he mused to himself dirtily, and felt his endowment give an encouraging throb, too.

"Scott?" he called out near the bottom of the stairs, going down still and turning to look to his left to find evidence of the Sheppie's surprise, or the male himself.

What he saw made him stop in his tracks, on the final step, and simply gaze and gasp in awe.

A big black steel cage had appeared into the basement, standing where usually there was a sturdy chair onto which Scott had founded himself tied down onto on many dirty occasions. Now the chair was gone, and instead, the cage was imposed in front of his eyes, and through the bars, his boyfriend Hector looked back to him. Scott soon realized that the big, gleaming eyes were really the only facial feature he could properly see of his Sheppie, since a black leather muzzle had been pulled over his head. Even his ears were covered in the leather contraption, and his eye stared through round holes in the front. Smaller holes provided intake of air where his nosepad and his maw were located, but besides that, he was definitely tied in snug.

The kinkiness in the sight of his naked, kneeling boyfriend didn't end there for the aroused stallion. A thick leather collar was around the usually dominant Sheppie's neck, complete with shiny metal studs to give it the appropriate finish. His cock was fully hard, obscenely thick rather than splendidly long, as always, and wrapped in what seemed to be a series of leather bands going around his balls and his shaft.

The horse had a moment to wonder whether the ties were there to maintain a boner or to prevent the Sheppie from touching himself, but as his eyes wandered over the kneeling male's body, he realized that it would not be an issue, anyway. The Sheppie's paws were resting against the floor of the cage, and they were encased in shiny leather mittens that came up over his forearms.

All in all, his boyfriend doggie looked like a very well bound leather puppy, trapped in a cage and staring muffledly at the stallion standing at the bottom of the stairs, mouth a little open while he took in the immensely sexy sight.

"Happy birthday, Scott!"

The stallion jumped a little at the sudden, deep voice, and only then he realized that standing near the cage, partially in shadow, was the very familiar, very much smiling, camouflage-shirt-wearing bull who went by the name of Rodney, and was one of their mutual good friends. The hulking bull stepped over and entered the cone of light coming from the bare bulb on the ceiling, and stood there, next to the cage, bulging arms folded over his chest while the horned male grinned and leered at the agape stallion.

"Heheheheheh," the bull chuckled loudly, making the stallion's ears flick rapidly. "I knew that he was gonna react like this!"

The bull looked over at the caged male, who kept on looking at the stallion from his puppy posture, then wagged his tail, and...

By God, Scott realized, only once it had happened, and the Sheppie had let out a rumble in preparation to a loud...

"RUFF-RUFF!"

The Sheppie wagged his bushy tail, smacking the bars occasionally, and made some scratching motions with his encased paws, over the floor, and didn't miss a blink of the stallion's wide-eyed stare.

Scott's cock pulsed, felt hot, and the stallion wondered whether he had just spooged himself, right there and there, due to the sheer rude eroticism of his trapped boyfriend and the hunky bull's open enjoyment of seeing the horse react to his subterranean discovery. Scott's tail flicked nervously from side to side, and his breath was practically foaming in the corners of his muzzle.

"Look at that, Scott, your big boy's really done it for you this time," the bull rumbled in his deep baritone voice that sounded like sex to the horse's ears, "even asked me to borrow my cage for you for a while...and...I had to sweet talk Roger to do that by promising him some of my sweet butthole for the rest of the week..."

Scott blinked, swallowed, and then nodded.

"How...thoughtful," he mumbled.

The bull chuckled roughly again and then reached out with one of his huge hands to clap it against the cage, which then rattled loudly. The Sheppie within wagged his tail some more, and made more scratching movements with his paws, but stayed quiet. The leather ears on the hood remained motionless, naturally.

"Well, it's worth it, I think," the bull declared as he turned to look at the stallion again and winked. "You liking it so far, Scott? Liking how your puppy's gone through all this to give you a special gift?"

The stallion nodded, still finding it difficult to speak, and the big, dominant bull's rough tone didn't help either when it came to tugging on the more submissive nuances of the aroused male's mind, even when it was obviously his tough, horny boyfriend doing the actual submission now, in front of his very eyes.

"Thought you would," the bull grinned again. "I had some fun all this on him, too, I can tell, and I've been keeping company to Hector here waiting for you to come home. We were talking about the latest episode of Special Victims Unit just when came over."

"RUFF-RUFF-RUFF!" the Sheppie wagged his tail and made panting noises.

Scott was sure that his neat pants looked by now as if he had pissed himself. He felt positively slimy down there, from all the pre was pumping out with the throbbing of his thick tool, taking in the sights and smells and...oh damn...sounds of that tail clapping against the bars and making them rattle.

"Yeah, he can talk...kinda, but chooses not to unless given permission by you, heheh," the bull grinned and winked again.

"Oh...okay," Scott mumbled.

"What's the time, by the way?" the bull asked, suddenly, in all too normal a voice.

Scott's ears jumped with surprise, but he managed to utter the reply, after a pause.

"Uh...about five."

The bull snorted.

"I better get started on those pork chops, then," Rodney smiled, "I have to get your dinner into the oven before I go home, and I want to be there in time since Wednesdays are always Roger's least favorite days at work, and the only thing that gets him through is the idea of getting some of my dick deep in his sweet little butthole..."

The bull grinned more broadly and rubbed his crotch through his tight-fitting black pants, and made Scott feel even more aroused by the rude display. His ears remained at a curious angle, though.

"What do you mean about pork chops?" he asked.

"Well, Hector here said you were going to cook them, so I offered to give my paw...let you guys have some good fun and some food ready once you're done with the first round...or two," the bull winked and then proceeded to scratch his belly with his once crotch-groping hand. "As much as I'd love to stay and watch, I gotta hurry to get back to my own guy..."

Scott chuckled, slightly nervous as he was, and nodded slowly once more.

"Okay..." he mumbled.

"RUFF!" Hector added.

The bull chuckled and gave the kneeling puppy another look.

"You be a naughty boy now, pup," the bull grinned.

"RUFF!" Hector wagged his tail against the bars.

"Nice," Rodney declared before he turned to face Scott and then approached him with steady steps, "I'm going up now, so you guys have fun here, and I'll try not to burn down the kitchen..."

"RUFF-RUFF-RUFF!"

Scott shivered a little when the big, hunky bull approached, his nose full of his musky, natural scent that was always such a great turn-on, even when the horse wasn't about to play dirty with the bigger male. Rodney was still grinning rudely, too, and once he reached the end of the stairs, he winked and smacked the stallion's rump with his heavy hand before he headed up the creaking steps, rumbling happily to himself.

The stallion rubbed an instinctual hand over his slightly smarting right ass cheek and watched the bull's swaying backside for a few moments before his ears picked up the wag-pounding sound again, and drew his attention back to the Sheppie in his cage. Hector was looking back to him, too, and his eyes seemed even sharper than usual, now that they were staring at him not from his usually mild, brown-furred face, but from the unnatural holes in the black leather surrounding his head completely. He must've been sweltering hot under all that leather, the stallion realized, and wondered whether it was very uncomfortable.

"RUFF!"

Scott gasped at yet another bark echoing from the concrete walls of the basement, and his clammy fingers clutched themselves around the coiled leash he still had in his hand. The horse gave it a quick look and then looked back to the obediently kneeling canine, whose neck was adorned with the natural companion to the length of leather held in the stallion's hand. Scott shivered and let out a deep nicker.

"Wow...just...wow, Hector..." he muttered again, watching the Sheppie and his big eyes, carefully.

"HmrmrmrrmRUFF!" the Sheppie lunged forward and batted the bars on the cage door with his mitted paws, making the horse's ears jump again.

"Fuck..." Scott cursed as he meandered closer to the cage sitting on the center of the basement room, the most unnatural object amidst the coiled garden hoses, workbench and other utilities that littered the room that doubled as their home sex dungeon. The plastic tarp covering the floor for the sake of easy cleaning rattled under his hooves as he slowly walked closer, and every step made his cock poke itself against his belt, which caught the underside of his flared tip, and made him hiss. It didn't help at all that the room smelled of the Sheppie's musk, heavily so, since he'd obviously been kept hard for a while now, with his tied cock and all that time, it'd dripped musky pre all over the floor, and now the air positively reeked of an aroused male. Scott hoped to add his own to it soon.

"So, can you really talk with that muzzle on?" the horse asked, now standing only a yard away from the cage and looking down to the kneeling Sheppie who seemed awfully small inside the obviously bull-sized entrapment, and staring up to him.

"RUFF!" the Sheppie exclaimed, and obviously nodded.

Scott's tail flapped against his own rump as he looked at the leather-scented, bound, muscled male acting in such a deliciously submissive manner, and he had to clear his throat again before he dared to speak.

"You...you can speak..." the stallion whispered. "You may speak..."

"Thank you," the Sheppie's voice rumbled out from his leather-encased muzzle, muffled, but audible, and not difficult to understand.

"Have you been...like this for long?" the horse asked. He genuinely wondered just how long the Sheppie had been closed inside the cage and his leather bounds, simply waiting for his boyfriend to come home and find him like this.

Complete with the leash he still clutched in his hand.

"Two hours," Hector replied, his eyes bright and fixed on the aroused stallion's dilated ones.

Scott licked his lips.

"Does it...does it feel good?"

The Sheppie wagged his tail and growled pleasantly in his throat.

"If you're a nice boy I'll show you on my birthday," the Sheppie chuckled muffledly and made a show of trying to scratch his neck with his mitted paw...just like a real four-legged creature would.

Scott chuckled nervously and listened to the jingle of metal coming from the Sheppie's collar while he dipped his neck down and gave the best performance of his life. His eyes caught the D-ring lopping about against the studs on the collar, and a quick glance was soon given to the leash coiled in his hand.

There was a place for it now, he knew, because he saw it.

"Fuck..." the horse breathed out.

Hector's leather ears stopped flicking around as his scratching came to a stop, and then his eyes looked more steadily at the horse who was practically panting by now.

"Gonna let puppy out for a walk?" the Sheppie questioned, tail wagging.

Then he added a RUFF! and made the stallion's tail jump.

Scott dropped the leash down to the floor and let his hands fly to his belt. He was not going to waste any time getting undressed, being as damn boned up as he was, and in no time, he was out of his pants and underwear, and sported his big cock openly while his hands hurried to get rid of his tie and unbutton his slightly off-color blue dress shirt. He'd need to take the lot of dry cleaners once this was done, the horse mused, almost wryly, while he panted, nickered, and watched the caged Sheppie practice his canine antics, in the confines of his voluntary prison.

"Oh shit..." the horse mumbled, too busy with his collar now, by now frustrated when his fingers seemed to fumble and resist his attempts of unbuttoning.

"Puppy's been in a cage for a long time with no bitches around...puppy wants to play..." the muzzled Sheppie rumbled, tail wagging still while he kept a careful eye on the horse with the straining, swaying boner.

The exaggerated panting noises added to Scott's frustration, and he almost resorted to tearing the collar away before the button finally popped and his shirt was released. The shirt fluttered down through the air once he slung his arms back and forced the last remaining piece of clothing away from his body. Now the tall male stood there, naked, hard, and breathing hard, neighing in a manner that sounded almost pained. He couldn't help it, he had to grab his cock and squeeze on it with his hand, hard, and groaned when the pleasure burned through him, making him pulse in his grip. His palm was smeared with his own pre by the time his fingers reached the flared, blunt tip, and released his tool. The stallion nickered and licked quickly over his fingers, to catch a taste of himself, and even rubbed some of it over his face, to mark his arousal with his scent.

"Fuck..." he groaned, his other hand rubbing over his flat belly before it went up to his toned chest and teased one of his nipples.

"RUFFRUFFRUFF!" the Sheppie panted.

"The puppy wants to play?" Scott grunted, quickly sinking deeply into the idea of having his boyfriend at his sexual mercy in a complete turning of their usual tables, tonight.

"RUFF! RUFF! ROOOOOWWWWR!"

Scott grabbed his hefty, low-swinging ball sac and gave himself a firm tug that almost hurt, and definitely made his cock bounce and leak more pre onto the floor. He could almost hear the droplets fall over the tarp. If it wasn't for their panting, he would have.

"Puppy wants it bad..." the horse grunted. "Puppy wants to play..."

"RUFF!" the Sheppie's leathery paws patted against the floor of the rattling cage, joined by the bat of his tail against the bars on the opposite side.

Scott let go of himself and bent over only to retrieve the leash. He took a hold of the hoop on the end and then let the length of leather to uncoil. He let out a vicious grunt and lashed the leather against the cage, which made a loud sound when the clip snapped on one of the bars sharply. His makeshift whip cracked the air, and made the caged doggie rumble loudly.

"Puppy's gonna get it..." Scott declared darkly.

"MRRRPHHURUFF!"

The horse's fingers weren't fumbling as he sought out the latch of the cage door, flicked it up, and then pulled the door wide open. the movement of his body made his heavy prick sway in front of him, and almost sprayed the Sheppie with his pre.

"RUFF!"

Scott did not have the time to react before the Sheppie lunged forward, scurrying on his knees and his mitted forepaws, head held up just like any curious dog's should, looking up to his master. The mitted paws landed against Scott's belly and hip and the Sheppie's knees suddenly hugged the wide-eyed stallion's leg. The horse stood still and nickered in surprise as he felt the heat of the Sheppie's cock press against his calf, followed by the telltale rubbing sensation when his boyfriend began to hump his leg while murring happily.

The stallion gasped, out of surprise, as he felt the slippery cock and its leather bands hump against his smooth-furred leg. The paws kept patting on him, too, trying to bat against his balls and his cock, oddly smooth and without fingers, of course, which made the touch blunt, clumsy, and exactly as he expected from a submitted pup.

"Bad puppy!" the horse shouted, almost surprised when the rough words came out of his muzzle at the moment he slammed his hand down and grabbed the Sheppie's collar and gave it a tug.

"HMPRPRPRP!"

Hector let out a loud rumble at the sudden pressure on his neck and throat, and stopped his motion after a second or two, but not before he had left a glistening stain all over the horse's leg. Scott stepped back a half a step and looked down at the panting dog and himself, hard cock, and his humped leg in full view. His leathery paws remained pressed against the horse's thighs, dangerously close to his burgeoning cock.

"Baaaad puppy," Scott cracked the air with the leash once, simply to make that dirty sound again, before he pushed it down and hooked the clip where it belonged on the Sheppie's collar.

He pulled the leash tight, to check that it was secure, and to display his newly found power over the Sheppie. The canine let out a deep rumble and let his paws drop down to the floor, but he kept his head held up, and panted through his muzzle while looking up to him. Scott gave him a sufficiently dark look and bared his teeth with a loud neigh.

"Damn...what a dirty puppy..."

"RRRRRRRUUUFF!" the Sheppie barked, tail wagging eagerly still as he enjoyed his new relative freedom, stretching out on all fours.

"Not been taught to not to hump everything that moves?" Scott tugged on the leash again, checking out the feeling of doing that, again, and listened to the jingle of metal on leather.

The Sheppie shook his head, and rumbled, and Scott was sure that should he have retained the control of his ears, he would've had them fully flat. The knowledge of this lack made the horse feel even more powerful, however, considering that the ever-perky pointed leather ears failed to show the Sheppie's true feelings. He was trapped, and robbed of part of his ability to express himself, for their wicked pleasure, and it was doing its trick.

"Puppy wants cock?" the horse spat, grabbing his own cock in his hand to push the thick shaft down so that he could wave his thick tool at a proper angle over the kneeling Sheppie's head. "Puppy wants it?"

"RRRMRRMMMUFF!" the Sheppie's head waved up and down eagerly, and his tail wagged the floor.

"Puppy wants it?" the horse growled.

"MHMHPHPWUFF!" the Sheppie made hot panting sounds, and Scott could feel some of it, too, coming in gushes against his groin and his dripping shaft.

Scott flexed his pelvic muscles and made his cock jump, even while he held the base in his grip.

"Beg for it, Hector. Beg for cock!" the horse rumbled.

The Sheppie kept on wagging his tail while his paws lifted from the ground and up, arched in the classical posture, held close to his chest while he kept his head held high, eyes fixed on the target of his desires while he kept on making the exaggerated panting noises and rumbles that kept Scott's ears flicking continuously. The horse tugged on the leash to keep it as tight as he wanted, even in this now posture, and then pressed his cocktip against the two holes where he knew the Sheppie's nosepad was located. He could feel the suction of air into his lungs, through his nose, carrying the hot musk deep into the rumbling canine's senses and making him ruff and yip again while he enjoyed the scent of his mate.

"Oh yes...puppy begs for the big bone..." the horse growled gleefully as he slapped the Sheppie's leather-clad cheeks with his thick, drooling cock.

"RRRMMMFUFF!"

"What a slutty pup..." Scott declared while he kept on the process of rubbing his musky cock all over Hector's face. The sensation was odd, to say the least, but knowing the frustration it was causing in his lover made it into one of the best things he had ever felt, too, especially looking down to the Sheppie's dick and knowing that he had no proper way of relieving that tension there without the help of the big male showing him the ropes, so to speak. The hot puffs of air from the slits over his nose and maw made for strange strokes of pleasure that the stallion couldn't have properly described, if asked.

"MRRUFF!"

"Does the puppy want to suck the bone?" the stallion growled, already searching the leather muzzle for some sort of a fastener he could use to get into his maw without actually removing the bondage hood from his Sheppie. He knew from personal experience that they usually came with such a functionality, after all.

The Sheppie let out a rumble and shook his head slowly, which almost looked as if he was nuzzling the thick, pulsing dick pressing against his cheek. The flow of warm air over Scott's shaft made his balls itch warmly. He couldn't help but nicker as he pulled on the leash.

"What's that, pup?" he hissed down at the kneeling male. "Thick my bone's not good enough for pup?"

He cock-slapped the Sheppie's face again, and grunted.

"Puppy better change mind soon or puppy isn't getting any fun tonight..."

The Sheppie let out a pitiful-sounding whimper, shook his head and wagged his tail rapidly, even banging against the floor loudly. Then he landed down onto all fours again. Scott let out some slack on the leash and watched the Sheppie carefully, while Hector kept on wagging and then moved, on his mitted paws and knees again, of course, and with relative ease that should be admired, too, especially for someone who had been stuck kneeling in the cage for two hours, according to the Sheppie himself.

"MrrrRUFF!"

The Sheppie's tail waved continuously as he aligned himself again, now turning to present his back end for the Sheppie while keeping his head held high still. The tail gave a few extra wags before it was simply held up and to the side, to bare the kneeling male's backside fully for the stallion's hungry eyes.

Scott neighed instantly. He could see the Sheppie's smoothly-furred ass cheeks, their hot curves and especially what laid between them. big, rectangular piece of black rubber protruded from the doggie's spread crack, signifying that not only had the canine been tied and muzzled, he had also been plugged by the dirty-minded bull before leaving him closed in the cage. Judging by the size of the blunt flared end sticking out of the doggie's ass, it wasn't exactly a beginner's model, either.

The horse's cock practically spurted pre out of the big slit in the end, and the horse's hand fell slack and caused his bouncy shaft to slap against his belly loudly, and left a mark there, while he looked at the sight of the Sheppie's bottom being presented to him in such an open manner. His own tailhole clenched at the very idea of having a big toy inside him for hours on end, and he knew how intense that could get, with all that pressure on his prostate. Sometimes riding a dildo for a long time had made him ooze his cum out of him without having an orgasm, from the sheer milking action on his insides and his love nut deep within his rump, and the feeling was always as pleasurable as it was ultimate frustrating, too. The leashed Sheppie must've been at the very brink by now, the horse realized, as he let out a deep breath, and simply stared.

The dog let out a few more extra ruffs, growled deep in his throat, wagged his tail, and even wriggled his rump, his mitted footpaws spread wide to really show off his muscled ass. The motion made his own balls sway a little in their sack, too, and there was not knowing what was happening to his bound dick, too, pressing against his belly infuriatingly, the horse was sure.

Scott realized he'd been just standing quietly and staring for quite some time now, and that the leash had gone slack, too, since he had not acted to pull it tight after the Sheppie had rearranged himself to his liking. The horse even had to throw his head back and give it a good shake the clear his mind, too, as if he could affect it via such a physical motion, but once he was steady again, he only had eyes for the brown-furred rump and the offer that it signified.

"Fucking hell," the horse slurred, "the puppy doesn't want to play with the bone, he wants to bury it instead...he wants it buried good..."

The horse tugged on the leash, and the Sheppie replied with a rapid nodding of his head and another quick wriggle of his great ass, complete with the submissive curve of his tail as he kept himself up in the presenting posture, ass in fully view and bare, and most of all, vulnerable to anything the horse and his big spear might have in mind.

"The doggie wants it good?" the horse snorted.

"RRRRUUUFFFRRFFFF!"

Tug.

"The Sheppie wants horse cock deep in his ass?"

Tug.

"WHHHMUMH!"

Scott kept the leash tight as he hurriedly knelt down and pushed his swollen, straining cock against the Sheppie's ass and straddled his rump heavily, knees pressing over the soft-furred thighs. He panted, grunted, and then landed his full weight on the smaller male, one hand going down next to the Sheppie's mitted paw while the other, as soon as his head landed close to Hector's arched neck, stuffed the leather leash into his own muzzle before he stabilized himself with the other hand on the other side and held the taut male close to him. Scott rammed his hips forward a couple of times and then pulled his own head backwards to keep the leash tight, panting through his nose now.

"Shhhay it," the horse mumbled between his clenched teeth, veins in his neck arching as he bit down on the leather and demanded the ultimate sign of his mate's submission.

The Sheppie rumbled deep in his throat and held his head hung down, to keep the tightness at a comfortable level, before the muffled words reached both of their ears.

"Fuck me stud."

_ _

"Ghootpup" the horse muttered before he spat the slick leather from his muzzle and reared up, bringing himself to his knees in a smooth movement.

Scott let out a huge breath and grabbed the Sheppie's tail to give it a good tug with his paw, much to the doggie's growling reply, and he kept the pressure up while his other paw landed over the protruding base of the thick toy hidden inside the canine's body. First he pressed on it, to for it momentarily to go deeper into the other male's bowels, before he turned the motion into a gentle tug, and listened to the Sheppie's hisses.

"Let's see how Rodney's stretched you out, pup..."

Scott began to pull out steadily, not stopping when the canine grunted or harrumphed while the increasing girth of the toy made his hole stretch wide open. As soon as few black inches were out, Scott recognized the toy as one belonging to the XL-sized set Hector had gotten to him once as a dirty present, to "keep that nice ass of yours primed", as the Sheppie had put it. It seemed to be from the middle of the set, the horse mused silently to himself while he pulled out another thick inch, just about the gift of his own horse cock, and mostly uniform in thickness so that the stretching effect would be considerable.

"Ohh yes...." the horse grunted as he saw the glistening toy slowly begin to taper, and the final, narrower inches left the Sheppie's asshole with a slick slurping sound. He dropped the toy down to the floor and managed to catch a sight of the doggie's hole momentarily gaping before the lubed ring-muscles pursed themselves up and closed down Hector's stretched pucker. He let out a muffled grunt at the sensation, and flicked his tail, still within the horse's grasp.

"...the puppy's all ready for a big, big bone..."

Scott grabbed his shaft below the base and rubbed his tip and up down over the Sheppie's taint, from his pent-up balls all the way to the almost hidden pucker now, while he neighed and nickered at the sensation of the smooth furs teasing his extra sensitive meat. His copious pre was more than enough to mat them, and add to the wetness he found from the Sheppie's tailbase, once his cocktip pressed there, and made itself home.

The stallion let go of the Sheppie's tail and grabbed onto the leash now, to pull it comfortably tight as he made his growling remarks.

"Been waiting all day to play with my pup...and it's my birthday, too, so I'm expecting something really good and special for me...you heard that..." the horse slurred, poking his hips forward to tease the Sheppie's bare pucker with his tip. "All day in the office, thinking about my pup..."

The pink skin flexed against the stallion's thick dickhead, quivered, and promised a lot, while the canine lifted his head and let out an obedient whimper that still managed to sound remarkably rough, coming through the slits in his bondage muzzle. Scott the stallion returned it with a loud neigh.

"...thinking about...playing..." he tugged on the leash, "...with my...one and only...PUP!"

He pressed on the small of the Sheppie's back to push his rump upwards a little, arched his knees, and began to put his weight into the push of his tip against Hector's tailhole. Both males bit their teeth together with the pressure increasing, and the tension growing in their bodies. The horse needed to be inside the Sheppie, he had to fill him up, breed him, take him, now that he was submitting to him so openly, and without as much as a grunt at the sensation of the thick shaft prying on his flesh.

"Ohhhhfuck, the puppy is tight..." Scott growled, knowing that he was going into porno territory, but then again, it was either that, or just saying "oh fuck" over and over again, so he might as well play his part well.

Hector tried to keep his sounds appropriately canine and feral, but once the thick tip lodged itself against his pucker and really began to push into him, he slipped a muffled "ohhshit" Scott could clearly make out, while his tailhole clenched around the thick, fleshy invader taking him roughly with its bulky presence.

"Ahhyes...such a tight ass..." Scott declared, sliding his fingers back over his shaft while the tip strained, with pressure, and resistance, almost there.

"RRRMFUFF!"

Another clench, and the Sheppie's head slung down, complete with the deep groan leaving his throat with the twinge of pain emanating from his complaining rear.

"Tight, hot puppy pussy..." the horse growled.

The next shove got his tip through the inner muscle rings and into the Sheppie's rectum, and the sudden increase in the pressure coming from within made him whimper almost genuinely, when pain, brief as it was, shot through his body. The Sheppie held his head down and panted hotly while Scott's straining hips quivered, the big male resisting the urge to sink himself into his pup in a single, deep thrust. The temptation was great, especially with the doggie's tight insides sucking on him, like an extra talented muzzle...but still a hundred times better. The smooth, well-lubed tunnel closed down on him hard, moved, lived, and squeezed...pulsed.

"Hmmmmyeah....pup knows how to please his stud..."

The Sheppie grunted, ruffed, and shifted his hips a little, to increase the pressure of the thick shaft spreading him open. Even the brief movement made the stallion snort and nicker and hump his loins forward to add an inch to the first three he had inside his bitch.

"Ahhhpup..."

One of the stallion's paws landed on the Sheppie's rump while the other kept the leash tight, as he knelt there, head held high, panting mightily while all too many inches of his cock still remained outside the hot, sucking sleeve of the doggie's rump. He could see the pink of the Sheppie's tailhole spread around his darker shaft, bulging inwards with the pressure of his hips.

"Damn...pup..."

"MMRRRUF!"

The stallion tugged on the leash and added another inch. And again.

It became an excruciating game for both of them. Every yelp from the Sheppie brought a tug on his leash, and every tug was followed by the flexing hips forcing another thick, juicy inch into the canine's silky insides. He was spread open, filled by the firm presence of the girthy member that pumped pre into the tight back passage with every powerful pulse of his tool. By the time his tip stroked over the doggie's prostate and brought a howl out of him, both males were sweating buckets. Scott couldn't even imagine how hot it was getting under all the leather the Sheppie was wearing, too.

"Hmmmm...pup's hole seems too small, but the stud's cock fits like a glove..." the stallion growled dominantly, enjoying the occasional swish of Hector's tail against his sweaty chest and his hard nipples.

"RHMHHURRFF!"

Scott couldn't wait until he was balls deep inside the canine, he was too pent up, horny, needing to simply fuck and breed and shoot his load. Thus, he gripped tight on the Sheppie's squishy rump and began to hump his hips back and forth, pumping into the once-tight hole with determination.

"AHhhmmmyeah..."

The Sheppie's head was hung down, but his deep murrs and rumbles kept the stallion in the know in regards to his obvious submissive enjoyment of the treatment he was subjected to. The bondage gear, the rough words, the leash, everything was working for his pleasure, especially now that the stallion's thick dick ploughed into him and set his ass in a good fire. His battered prostate expelled pre onto the floor, milked from within as he was, stroked deeply with the panting horse's thick tip pulsing its way through the sweet folds of his rear.

"Aaagghhhgoood....BITCH!"

He set a rough pace of pounding into the puppy's tight rear, big balls soon slapping onto Hector's taint while he worked himself up to full speed. The thick musk of rut filled their noses and lungs, their muscles burned and their bodies raced, the horse breeding his puppy without inhibition now. This was his birthday gift, after all, and he was going to enjoy every second of it...every...single...fucking...second.

Sweat pouring over his forehead was making his eyes smart by the time the stallion's dirty, pleasure-addled mind decided that their birthday celebrations ought to include another traditional way to mark the passing of a year.

He was gonna mark his bitch alright.

"Ahhh yes, pup...time to...fuck...time for the...birthday...spanking!" the stallion groaned, and lifted his hand only on the last moment, so as not to give Hector much warning before he brought the hand down on the Sheppie's rump and gave him the first customary slap.

Hector, his butt smarting from the slap and the constant pounding over his rear, growled and let out a yip, surprisingly high coming from such a rough and deep-voiced male.

Slap!

The stallion's hips slammed, ground, twisted and pulsed as he pumped into the Sheppie's juicy hole.

Slap!

"Remember how..."

Slap!

"...old I am..."

Slap!

His balls burned, as much as the puppy's rump did, by now.

Slap!

"...pup?" the sweaty horse panted, slamming himself back and forth, ears flattening with his braying neighs.

Slap!

Both of the Sheppie's butt cheeks smarted now.

Slap!

"Thirty..."

Slap!

"Five..."

Slap!

"Hector..."

Slap!

"...thirty..."

Slap!

"...five..."

Slap!

"...slaps..."

Slap!

"for..."

Slap!

"...you...!"

Slap!

Drool dribbled onto the tarp on the floor from the slits in the front of the Sheppie's muzzle while he panted out, in pleasure and pain, while the horse slammed himself in and out at an ever quickening pace, almost uncontrolled in his lust now.

Slap!

Slap!

Slap!

"Pup...aaahhhhh pup....sssshhhhh...."

Scott pulled the leash tight and slammed himself forward, balls deep, as his hand landed on another slap. His balls drew close to his body, and his hips ground up and down, two final thrusts, fully buried inside the Sheppie's guts, before the floodgates collapsed and his orgasm blasted through him.

His hand came down, heavier than before, and landed on the sore rump cheek loudly before he simply grabbed a hold of the Sheppie's hip and held tight while he bucked his hips and fed his juices into the hot, tight rear. Scott threw his head back and neighed loudly. He practically bellowed out in his pleasure, feeling the burn course through his system, through his belly, his balls, exploding through his cock in a blast of hot seed pumping into the Sheppie's hole. He kept driving his hips forward in small bucking motions, never pulling back, simply churning himself and the massive load deep within the German Shepherd's quivering tunnel, as more and more of his seed pumped into his bitch.

He crashed down against the kneeling male's back, after a few moments of breathless, listless hovering above him, he landed with a grunt and his hands fells down, the leash slackened, and briefly, Hector bore the brunt of his weight, before Scott pushed his hands down and supported part of it himself. He panted, growled, and drooled against the Sheppie's sweaty neck, speechless for the moment.

"RrrrrRRUUFF!" the Sheppie added, as if it was an afterthought, and wagged his tail so that it rubbed between their sweaty bodies.

"Goddamn, pup," the stallion muttered, his head swimming with musk and the smell of his seed he could feel trickling out of the Sheppie's body, against his own, big balls.

"Hmmmmmph!" Hector replied.

Scott gave a token thrust into the Sheppie's flooded guts, and felt his cock push through the layers of hot wetness he had deposited into the canine's rump. The slack contractions of his hot back passage kept him teased and hard, and added to the occasional flex of his spent organ, for now.

That reminded the stallion of the Sheppie's current status, and prompted him to push his hand down below Hector's furry belly to find out whether the doggie had added his own spunk to the heady mixture floating about in the air. The canine hissed at the feeling of fingers suddenly brushing over his sensitive, and by all means still fully hard, thick cock. It gave a token throb, and his ribbed insides squeezed down on the horse's dick again, making both of them grumble with pleasure.

"Well, well," Scott mused as he rubbed his hand against the Sheppie's belly, "looks like puppy didn't get to cum yet..."

"Hmmmmmrrph!"

The stallion chuckled and poked the canine's flat belly with his fingers, to get out another cute ruff.

"Oh yes..." he slurred, "I think the puppy's time will come later...much later..."

He slipped his hand down again, to give another squeeze on the Sheppie's dick before Scott reared up and began to pull himself out of the bound male. They both let out loud grunts and huffs at the sensation, especially when the thick shaft slipped free and left him gaping open and leaking. Scott hurried to press his fingers against the Sheppie's hole, to stem the flow, while his other hand picked up the toy from where it had rolled aside during their energetic buggering.

"We don't want a mess..." Scott mused as he pushed the smooth tip of the butt plug against the Sheppie's hole and began to push.

The newly stretched hole had no strength to resist, and soon the toy slipped into place with a satisfyingly loud "POP!" coming out of the grunting Sheppie's rump. His tail flapped down to cover up his pounded rear, and made the stallion smile.

"Oh dear..." he said as he rubbed over one of the smarting rump cheeks, "I think I lost my count somewhere..."

The Sheppie let out a very much articulate chuckle, which made the stallion smile, too.

"Time to get this off now, though, I want to kiss my birthday pup..."

"It opens from the back. There's a zipper under the flap. Open the push buttons first."

_ _

Scott's fingers moved over the smooth, musky leather, to reveal the hidden metal zipper from under the protective cover. A rush of sweaty, hot, heated canine scent filled his nose once the hood was opened and he pushed it forward. Hector let out a very deep breath once his ears popped free, followed by his muzzle, finally revealed and freed from bondage. He shook his head from side to side heavily, and sent out drops of sweat everywhere. He was so wet that it looked like he'd dunked his head in water, the stallion noticed.

"Look at me, Hector..." the stallion crooned.

Hector turned around, and still kneeling, smirked lustfully at the stallion, sporting his erection openly while his tongue was now finally free to pant as much as he craved, and did, too.

"Heheh," the Sheppie panted.

Scott grabbed the Sheppie's muzzle and pulled it in for a deep, long, tongue-intensive kiss they kept up for an admirable time before lack of air and exhaustion led into its termination. Scott rubbed his hand through the Sheppie's slick head furs, and patted his side with his spare paw.

"Do I owe to Rodney big time?" the Sheppie asked curiously.

Hector snuffled.

"Maybe a little butt rent for the cage, but that's it, I think," he flicked an ear and sent a drop of sweat to the stallion's nose.

"I can live with that," the horse grinned rudely.

Hector batted the stallion's belly with one of his mitted forepaws and smirked.

"What do you want to do next...horse?" the German Shepherd rumbled in a deep, hot voice that sounded much more like the deeply dominant male Scott was intimately familiar with.

Scott snuffled and batted the paw away.

"I'm gonna get you out of the mitts," he said, "but this..."

His hand landed over the Sheppie's burgeoning package, and gave it a growling squeeze.

"...this and the plug are staying," he said, "and the mitts would be staying, too, but I ain't going to start feeding pork chops to you...pup."

"Alright..." the Sheppie said as he watched the hand retract from his swollen groin, "...stud."

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Original series Beer Can Thick And Big Stallion's The Bitch

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