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Clyde approaches the bed, seemingly in no hurry. His warm brown eyes move over me as he stops beside the bed, and for a moment he just looks at me. I can't remember the last time a john actually looked at me. He moves slowly, kneeling on the mattress beside me as he picks up the restraining strap next to my left arm.

"Tell me if this is too tight," he says, and wraps the padded cloth strap around my wrist. I expect it to buckle, but it's Velcro, and it's not tight at all.

"It's fine," I tell him. He nods and leans over me to do the same to my right arm. He smells good, like soap and deodorant and musk, and I close my eyes as I take a deep sniff, letting him fill my senses. I don't often have moments like this, moments that I want to remember, and I want to remember every part of this.

Once the restraints are wrapped snugly around my wrists, he climbs off the bed, walking around it and tightening the straps where they are buckled around the bedposts, gently pulling my arms until I can't move. He leaves my legs free. My heart starts to pound and I swallow hard as he climbs back on the bed beside me.

"Lovely tattoos," he says, running a finger along the edge of one ear, making me shiver. "Must have hurt."

"Yeah," I say. Hurt like hell and took five visits to do both of them, and a lot of 'begging' on my knees to get the artist to give me a discount. Still, I'm very fond of the intricate purple scrollwork.

"You're used to pain," Clyde says, his intelligent brown eyes burning deep into me, like he can see right into my soul and read my whole, dirty history written there. I'm not often ashamed of the choices I've made, but with this rich, handsome horse looking at me like that, I am. I close my eyes, but it doesn't seem to help. "You've learned to block it out, to ignore it. You expect it." His fingers touch my face, stroking my cheek. "I wonder what you're expecting now. More of the same, perhaps? I wonder if you'll be able to ignore what I'm about to do to you."

A breathless whimper escapes me as he brushes his knuckles down my cheek, to my throat and down to my chest. I open my eyes, watching him as he folds back the top edge of the towel that covers my body, exposing my chest. I gasp as he touches one of my nipple piercings, teasing the silver ring and making the sensitive nub harden. Biting my lower lip, I concentrate on my breathing, trying to detach my mind from my body, because he's right - I know how to block it out.

Except, I can't. He switches to the other nipple and my skin tingles, my breathing growing faster. He runs his warm, broad hands over my chest, fingers combing through my fur, his thick, hoof-like nails scratching lightly at my skin. I can feel myself getting hard, and he hasn't even done anything yet. All of a sudden, I wonder what I've gotten myself into.

His hands slide down my chest and he folds the towel back again, to my waist, and he starts touching my stomach in the same way, fingers sliding over my ribs, his thumb tracing small circles around my navel. I stare up at the ceiling, trying to figure out what his game is. Who would really pay ten grand to do this?

He draws back and I bite my lip, expecting him to fold the towel back off my groin, but he doesn't. He shifts to the end of the bed and starts touching my legs, massaging my calves, his fingers playing over the curve at the back of my knee. That tickles a little and I can't help but squirm. I expect him to tell me to hold still, but he says nothing, and just shifts his hands to my thighs, sliding them up under the towel, where he grips my hips before shifting his hands beneath me and cupping my ass, his fingertips teasing my tail and ghosting along the cleft between my cheeks.

A soft sound escapes me, somewhere between a whimper and a moan, and I press my lips together, breathing hard and fast through my nose. Clyde leans down, his warm breath stirring the silky fur on my belly as he nuzzles just above the edge of the towel.

"Don't worry about the noise," he says. "I want to hear you." He kisses the indentation of my belly button, one hand gripping my ass as he shifts the other to the bed next to my side, supporting his weight as he moves over me, laying a trail of light kisses up my stomach. When he reaches my chest, he turns his attention my piercings, licking one, then the other, the air cold on the wet nubs.

"Oh!" I gasp, my back arching as he closes his lips around one of the rings, his tongue flicking my nipple as he sucks, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I'm panting when he releases my captive flesh, and I moan as he gives the other nipple the same treatment. When he finally lets the ring slip from his mouth, I realize that my dick is poking out of its sheath, my Prince Albert pressing against the folded towel over my crotch, every breath making it rub against the thick terrycloth.

Clyde nuzzles up my chest, to my throat, and he lets go of my ass, reaching up to run his fingers back through my purple-dyed hair, his velvet-soft lips moving against the side of my throat, up to my cheek. He strokes one of my ears, making me shiver and squirm because my ears are really sensitive, and then I feel the warmth of his breath on my lips. Is he going to kiss me? I never made any provision about kissing - it never occurred to me that someone would want to - and I'm not sure how I feel about it.

"May I?" he asks, brushing his nose against mine, and any problem that I might have had with it vanishes. Anyone polite enough to ask deserves a kiss.

"Yes," I whisper, glad I brushed my teeth before we came here. His lips claim mine with skill and confidence, drawing a low moan from my throat as he steals my breath and leaves me gasping, my heart thumping in my chest. I stare up at him as he kneels over me and there's a fire in his eyes that wasn't there before, a want that catches me by surprise. I'm used to guys who want nothing more than to forget their problems for five minutes, but this is something much bigger.

"Do you remember our deal?" he asks. "Keep from cumming and there's an extra five just for you." I nod, thinking off all the things I've done for an extra five bucks, but then I realize he means an extra five thousand. I'm so shocked I barely notice as he crawls backward down my body, not until he pulls off the towel and exposes my hard cock. "Mmm, very nice," he says, slowly stroking my sheath, but he doesn't touch my dick.

"Have you guessed why I didn't want you to prepare yourself?" he asks. "Why I haven't put the restraints on your legs yet?" I try to think, but he's still touching me, making my hips shift restlessly. I finally just shake my head. "Because lube doesn't taste very good," he says, pushing my legs apart. His hands slide beneath me, lifting my hips, and his thumbs spread my cheeks. I squeak in surprise as I feel his warm, velvet lips against my hole, and then his tongue, wet and hot, slides over the puckered muscle, and ohmygod I've never felt anything like it.

On reflex, I draw my knees up, my feet twitching as he goes to town, licking at my hole until I'm gasping and moaning, precum leaking from my cock and making the fur low on my belly wet and sticky. That strong, clever muscle flicks and circles my entrance, jabbing at my hole, pushing against that barrier ring, and I find myself pushing back, relaxing to allow him inside, and then - Oh, shit - he's inside, he's inside and he's fucking me with his tongue, pistoning in and out, and I shudder as a helpless moan escapes me.

He draws back, the air cold on my wet, open hole. "You're not going to cum, are you?" he asks, his deep voice rough and husky.

I shake my head. "No...no, sir." It'll take more than getting my ass eaten, though I'd be lying if I said it wouldn't take much more than a few pulls on my cock to get me there. Clyde rubs his broad nose against my balls, making me squirm and whimper, then he licks me, slowly, sliding his tongue deep inside, the tip curling against my inner walls, flicking, teasing, tickling, until he has to grab my ass firmly to hold me still. After another minute, he pulls back.

"I think you're ready," he says, licking his lips.

"Ready for what?" I ask, panting. He gives me a crooked smile filled with that same want and need.

"For what comes next, of course."