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"Puppy! Puppy! Puppy! It's time to wake up!" Sarah was a blur of movement with a wagging tail and ears that twitched in time with her own voice. Every moment that ticked past with the German Shepherd, wrists still wrapped in rope but now tied to each other, till sleeping sending Sarah into another bout of wild yipping at him. "Jace! Wake up now!" She was whining now, her body wriggling up against the sleeping German Shepherd, who at last seemed to be waking up.

"S-Sarah? What are you up to now?" Jace was still groggy from the night before, the faint, weak buzzing in the room proving that the vibe in his rump was slowly starting to die. "Oh, you'll see, pup, but first I have to get you there!" She yipped, excited like a young girl dragging her father into an amusement park. Instead, she was a grown canine dragging her German Shepherd out of the bed. The pale, tan bundles of fiber keeping both of Jace's wrists together pulling flush to his skin when the collie gave a gentle, guiding tug to move him towards the doorway of the closet. Sarah's plush, furry tail swaying back and forth like a pendulum as she led the way and Jace simply followed, like the good pup he is.

********** Paw still sufficiently bound. Body troublingly bare of clothing. Ears laid back flat as if they could hide his identity. Nose dipped towards the ground and shyly sniffling at the smells of the furs inside the building they approached. Jace found himself now dressed in only a collar. The cement beneath his bare paws cool against his soft paw pad. The wind shuffling through his thick fur like an invader of his privacy. His exposed sheath felt as though it had curled further towards his body to avoid the eyes of the other approaching partygoers. All the furs heading in the same direction, towards the tall, gothic style home in front. The driveway long and twisted up to the well lit entry area, complete with a portly butler shuffling people inside and taking their jackets off to a closet. Jace had no jacket to give.

"Jace, come on, puppy." Sarah crooned. The grin on her lips positively massive with gleeful delight from this experience. The glances of each fur that passed eyeing at her nude pet sending a thrill down her spine as she tightly gripped his leash and silently announced 'he's mine.' "You're going to love this in the end. You'll look back and love this." Jace let out a little whimper as if to argue with Sarah positive remarks. His own tail drooped low to hide his rump, which felt oddly empty after the removal of his buzzing buddy from the night before. His eyes stayed locked to the ground, observing the changing of locations by the shifts from grey concrete to pale marble. A rich red carpet in the corner of his vision as he was moved through the entryway. All around him, on every side, Jace could feel the stares of those around burning into his fur, singeing the tips.

As a tug on the leash pulled him forward the view changed. A mixture of extra paws moved like a wave around his own. Dainty, white paws tucked into tall pumps. Gleaming, black hooves peeked out from glossy wingtips. Leather covered fur. Alligator skin peeked out from velvety pumps. The skin of talons was nearly hidden in thin, silky flats.

All around were more furs, more stares, and now -as the wine circulated and the vodka was dug out from the back of the bar- the touches began. A lightly fur set of fingers slid against his plush hip. A rump brushed much too close to his thigh. A talon curled through the thick fur of his toosh. A nose touched to his scruff. All around, more furs circulated, the shoes would change and the touches accelerated. A light brush became a distinct stroke over the curve of his buttock. The caresses turned to distinct grabs and one paw would bring more. The feline behind him, holding a cocktail in one hand and purring coyly into the other would reach out, batting at his sheath lightly and the dragging those claws through the fur over his rump and in return would grab the attention of her partner-in-flirtation. The bulky wolf would turn, looking over to watch the woman he had eyed all night toy with this canine and would see it as an invitation. His own clumsy paw then following hers, bumping into his sheath and groping the orb of his arse. This process repeated throughout the couples sprinkled over the bar, the view and the furs always changing as Sarah mingled through the crowd.

With a gentle tug on his leash, Sarah suddenly moved Jace along quicker, through the red carpeted room with the majority of the guests and the alcohol consumption, and out into the deep chestnut of the hallways. The smooth wood flooring a change for Jace's paws. "I'm off to the loo, puppy. Stay put" She whispered. A light kiss landing on the tip of his ear before the sight of Sarah's disappearing tail reached Jace's drooped vision.

Now, a dull hum of noise was the major sound. The conversation in the next room far enough away that the words of each group blurred together into a blend of the voices. This lack of noise comforted the canine, who at last lifted his head slightly to peek around the room.

The walls were covered in a aged wallpaper, the designs timeless and aged, but the quality of the covering itself well kept and maintained overtime. On this paper hung heavy frames, each housing a painting of various different subjects. Some of rich furs mingling outdoors and others of the landscapes alone. The ceiling held sparkling light fixtures that sent the light scampering around the room in a game of tag. All of the pieces of decor spoke words of the richness of the home and added to the overall feeling of stuffy suffocation within the shepherd.

"I can't believe I let this happen..." Jace mumbled to himself, taking a moment to stare down at his bare body. The lump of his sheath bringing a blush up through his dark fur. His red collar suddenly feeling like too much clothing as the heat in the room seemed to crawl up degree by degree with the hot blush beneath his fur.

"I'm naked in some random furs home...with a leash and a collar like some..some Hollywood poodle!" Jace shook his head a little, a whine of irritation slipping free from his muzzle as round eyes darted from side to side along the long hallway, checking for partygoers or Sarah herself who might interrupt his monologue.

"I'm giving her all the control..I could end up with some stranger's junk in my trunk! I've had paws on me all night...I-I..I could end up being bent over a table against my will...or well most of it..I could be stuff with some stranger. I could be used! Like a dirty puppy...they could stuff me like a twinkie..full of cream..." As his irritation was voiced, the emotion in his mind was jumbled till he lost track of what the point of this speech was. His mind running off with the ideas he was ranting on about. The images flashing through his mind making the exposed sheath stir. The red tip peeking out into the warm air of the hallway.

"Oh dangit-" Jace started to say, looking down at himself, but was cut off as another voice moved into the private space.

"Looks like someone there is a little excited.." The voice was deep, like a rich drink of hot chocolate and was tinged with a sweetness like honeysuckle. Before Jace could swivel his head to look for the voice, a paw slid onto his hip and his muzzle dropped instinctively down.

"I'm sure I could help you with that..." The voice added, a long, soft tongue crawling forward onto Jace's neck. The wet touch drawing out a whine, and then a moan as it ran against a tender spot. The toes on Jace's paws curling against the hardwood beneath him.

"Would the puppy like that? This big German Shepherd?" The voice prodded him again. Another paw joined the first, but this one curled around his body from behind and found his shaft, giving it a gentle, testing squeeze.The touch, so soft and so strange and unknown drawing a moan from the tense canine.

"You need to relax first...Relax for master..." Following the voice was the tongue. Warm and wet it traced along the tense muscles in his shoulders and pressed through the thick scruff of his neck till it rolled loosely back and another, relaxed moan left Jace's lips.

"That's a good boy...good boy.." The hand moved now, a finger toying with the emerging tip as the rest gently rubbed over the fur holder. Every other inch of his shaft soon emerging with such trained coaxing. The voice tickling into his triangular ear feeling the canine with a warm familiarity, as if he had been hearing it in his mind for years. The soft warmth that brushed to his backside occasionally made him yearn for more, but more didn't seem to be coming. Only the soft, warm paw over his shaft and the mouth on his neck.

"Mmm...I'm going empty you, mutt" The hand continued, sliding over the length of his shaft now, caressing along the underside down till those furred fingers reached the bass and pushed the furry envelope of his sheath back behind the swelling knot. For a moment, Jace had the fleeting complaint of his own purebred quality but it disappeared when the touch on his shaft drew out a low moan. The sound echoing in the empty hallway and bringing the blush beneath his fur back to life.

"Just like that...moan for me...moan loud so the whole party can hear.." Jace whimpered in response, squirming a little with concern about that statement but a steady rubbing over his needy shaft ending the movements and instead drew just what was wanted out from the shepherd's mouth. A low, whimpering moan clicking up several octaves till it was a girly whine out into the air of the room. The warmth of the stranger behind Jace's body moving in a bit closer to grind hard against the soft flesh of Jace's bottom. A hard bulge in the fur's pants behind him making Jace's eyes widen at the size of the creature behind him, a creature he still hadn't seen.

Curiosity now flashing beside the arousal in his mind, Jace twisted to peek behind him. A hard squeeze on his shaft in retaliation distracting that mission and further weakening whatever barriers he had before. Jace's body bending over just slightly to encourage the grinding of that plump bulge behind him in between the swell of his buttocks. Each press of the ghostly idea of the massive shaft making Jace's arousal jump higher on the scale. Till each breath that slid from his muzzle was a weak pant and the strokes over his shaft ending with a drooling tip and a pawful of pre for the mysterious male behind him.

"Come on, puppy. Fill my paw. Give me a treat, little boy. " The voice was gruffer now, deepening under the weight of arousal on their own end. The command harder. The periods on the end of each verbalized sentence hard and obvious. The breath on Jace's ear hot with steamy heaviness.

"Cum, mutt. Cum." The hand around his tender shaft clamped shut, pumped hard down over his length, and then tightened around the throbbing, swollen knot at the base. The last squeeze on the sensitive feature making Jace lurch, tense, and burst with a spurt of thick, globby cum out from his body. A mess splattering over the aged wallpaper, mahogany coffee table, and the rich carpet in front of him before it ended with one last spit of weaker juice. The howl that erupted from the canine surely alerting the entire party in the nearby room of the mishap.

Behind him, the warmth of the stranger disappeared. The familiar voice slid away with an inaudible message and the sound of footfalls filling the hallways as Jace turned and glanced out towards the door in hopes of glimpsing the mysterious fur. A whimper escaping as he caught the blur of a white tail through the doorway before a new realization fell upon his shoulders. This hallway would soon have more than him and his mess of cum. This hallway would soon have Jace himself, his mess of cum, and whoever owned the property that his spunk had just been painted over...