Chapter 7: Whoever Wants a Boring Birthday, Raise Your Paw
#7 of The Pizza Party
Disclaimer:
The following story contains the following acts:
Domination Submission
Oral
Anal
Light Bondage
Chastity
Foot Fetish
Not to mention, it's furs going at it like rabbits, er...bad pun, sorry.... Anyway, young 'ens...if yer too young...that is, under 18...go away!
Chapter 7: Whoever Wants a Boring Birthday, Raise Your Paw
It had been nearly four months since Trelute had moved in with Teribold. Tre was hesitant to allow himself to be happy. So far, In the span of a year and a half, he'd had some pretty shitty things happen to him. So far things had been wonderful. He got to wake up with the first man he'd ever loved every morning, got to go to a job he quite enjoyed, and; due to the near death experience; was enjoying life more than he had before.
There was still that nagging feeling that he shouldn't get to comfortable. As he was contemplating his misfortune in the shower, he hadn't noticed the sneaky otter that came into the bathroom. Trelute was facing the showerhead with his muzzle lowered and had no time to react before someone lifted his tail and something thick was shoved into his tailhole. He yelped out loudly.
"Surprise! ...sex" He heard a voice say, immediately recognizing it as Terry. He moaned as the otter mounted him, the dog quickly putting his paws on the wall of the shower.
"Fuck, Terry...Every...time..." He moaned out as his red shaft grew from his sheath. Quickly, the otter's paw wrapped around his stomach to grasp that growing shaft, squeezing it.
"Mmm...only because it does this to you every time," he replied into Tre's ear before nipping at it. Wasting no time, the otter pulled back and thrust back into the tight tailhole, pre drooling into the dog's body.
Trelute moaned out as he felt Terry's paw grip his throbbing shaft, his own precum leaking onto the shower floor. He felt the otter's cock moving inside of him as he got fucked against the wall. Soon, the otter sped up, pounding into Tre's ass. It felt so good. Never had Trelute loved a cock in his ass more than his otter's. There was something different when the otter fucked him, then when any other male did it.
Terry's other paw smacked the dog's ass as he plowed into him and grinned before whispering into Tre's ear, "Puppy gonna cum for his otter, hmm? You know you want to."
Tre gaspsed and shuddered as the thick black otter shaft pumped into him. Upon hearing the whisper, his shaft surged. The otter knew how much it turned him on to hear Terry talk dirty and he was already close to the edge simply from having the shaft inside of him. After a few more strokes of his cock, he couldn't hold back and let out a moan as his thick load shot from his shaft and onto the shower, which washed it away down the drain.
Once the otter saw Trelute cum, he tugged from the dog's ass, "Nng...go on, kneel down, puppy, you wasted yours, you're not wasting mine," Terry said. Trelute blushed slightly and turned around, knowing what the otter wanted. He kneeled down and soon had the otter moaning as he jerked himself off. A few second later, warm otter cum was splattering onto his face. The dog shuddered and moaned as the otter shot his own personal icing all over his muzzle.
Terry reached down and rubbed the cum in, grinning down at Tre, "Mmm...morning, love."
Trelute shivered in post-orgasmic bliss, "Damn, Terry...you and your facials..."
The otter giggled, "Well, I gotta make sure everyone knows whose man you are." He said as Trelute stood up. The two shared a long kiss with eyes closed as the water splashed down onto them. The kiss was broken and the otter grinned, "Oh, and Happy Birthday."
Ah, yes. The hallowed birthday. For Tre, the birthday meant he'd be one year older and one year closer to death. Sure, it was a grim outlook, but he'd never had any reason to relish his birthday. Growing up, his parents had always used his birthday as a way to blame him for all of their money troubles due to his early health problems.
Thinking back, Trelute never got any sort of birthday celebration after he had turned 8 and had been diagnosed with Scoliosis. From then on, birthdays were just another reminder of how it was his fault that he'd forced his family into destitution.
He was brought out of his thoughts by the otter's paw squeezing his sensitive sheath, "You listening to me, babe?"
Shaking his head slightly to clear it, he smirked, "Well, I am now."
"Good. Now, you be back here right after work, got it? I'm making you a special birthday dinner," he said. As Trelute started to protest, he pressed a finger to the dog's muzzle, "Don't even start that crap. I'm the otter and I say you'll be here, got it?"
Knowing it was no use arguing with him, the retriever nodded, giving Terry another kiss. Both stepped out of the shower not too much cleaner and toweled off. Trelute left to get dressed as Terry went to the kitchen to get something to eat.
As Tre put on his uniform, he looked at himself in the mirror. He'd never told Terry why he never celebrated his birthday just that he hadn't. He didn't want to hide anything from him. He'd just caused the otter to already worry what with the apparently on-going threat of someone out to get him and his apartment being torched, so he decided to not tell him yet.
Once dressed, he made his way to the kitchen, where a bowl of cereal was waiting for him.
"And don't you be eating any of that pizza today, I want you good and hungry tonight, understand?" Terry said as he quickly ate a bowl of cereal before he had to leave for work.
"Yes, Mother," Tre replied, sticking out his tongue before eating.
Tre made it to work a few minutes before his shift was to start and walked in, expecting a huge banner and all of his coworkers yelling "Surprise" at him, but felt quite relieved when it appeared to be business as usual. Sam waved to him from the counter as she placed an order for a customer, wishing him a simple Happy Birthday as he passed by. He replied with a bit of a grunt before going to the break room to clock in.
The work day was fairly uneventful. He didn't quite like working the day shifts as there weren't as many "special" deliveries to be made. He'd only had two and both were pretty straight forward: one blowjob while the guy watched TV and one guy who just wanted to talk. Terry had made sure that Tre request a day shift for that day because he'd planned the special dinner. The otter had gone to great lengths to also get a day shift at the hospital, so the dog knew he had to do it.
There were only about two hours left and Tre thought that he might escape a big fuss about his birthday, but was mistaken as he heard his boss, Ashlan call his name to come into his office. Tre swore to himself and walked in.
"Yeah, Bosswolf?" He asked. Ashlan grinned a little to the golden retriever as he walked in.
"You don't think I forgot about you, did you?" He said. There was a box sitting on the middle of his desk.
"For me?" Tre asked, looking at the modest box, to which the wolf nodded.
"Mmm hmm. But, if you want it, you'll have to complete your employee birthday skills assessment."
It was then that Trelute noticed that the wolf's pants were down around his ankles, causing a slight smile to form on Tre's lips, "I thought I'd done that when I was hired, Sir."
Ashlan nodded, "Ah, yes, but if you read in your contract, it states that I may demand a verification of said skills any time I wish. Now, get to verifyin', Birthday Boy."
The dog padded over and sunk to his knees obediently between the wolf's legs, seeing the wolf's sheath thickening a bit. A paw rested on his head, pushing him down until his nose pressed against the furry covering, making him shiver. Tre's tongue went to work, licking along the sheath and down to the wolf's balls. The paw didn't force him anywhere, but kept him from pulling back.
Soon, a bit of red wolfmeat poked from the sheath and he heard the wolf growl softly.
"Time for your birthday treat, boy," Ashlan said as he guided the muzzle to the tip before he pushed Tre's lips down around it, making the dog moan softly. Tre immediately pushed his muzzle onto the growing shaft in his muzzle, sucking on it expertly. The wolf groaned, keeping a paw on Tre's head as the dog went to work.
Suddenly the door opened and Tre tried to sit up as he was clearly sucking the boss's cock, but Ashan firmly held his head down. A Pizza Party employee came in and Tre could almost hear the smirk in his voice.
"Sir, here are yesterday's sales figures," he had said as papers were dropped onto Ash's desk.
The wolf groaned softly, "Why thank you, Ben. Why don't you wish Tre a happy birthday?" He said as his shaft throbbed in the dog's muzzle.
Soon, he heard Ben utter a happy birthday and heard a zipper being pulled down, making the dog jerk a little, not sure of what was going on.
"Relax, Tre. Ben's just going to help put icing on the cake," He heard Ashlan say before the wolf let out a moan and Tre's muzzle was flooded with hot wolf, which he swallowed quickly. Soon after, he felt ropes of cum splattering onto his muzzle as Ben pawed himself off onto his face.
"Mmm...thank you, Ben," Ashlan said to the unseen employee. Soon, the door opened and closed, leaving Tre with a cum-covered face much like the one he'd had that morning. Tre slowly pulled off of the wolf's softening cock to see the wolf holding out a box to him. The dog forwent cleaning off his face to take the present and rip open the wrapping paper.
He blinked. It was a chastity device. The dog slowly looked up, "Sir?"
The wolf looked down at him expectantly, "Put it on."
Tre looked a bit confused, "Sir, I...I really don't want..."
Ashlan stood up, looking down at the kneeling canine, "Tre, either put in on or I'll make you."
Tre felt a bit nervous at this point and slowly stood up to undo his jeans, "Alright..." He took the first part that slid over his sheath, keeping it from getting hard. The second part slide behind his balls and up into the device to lock it in place. The wolf produce a small lock and locked the whole thing together.
"There. Now no one's going unwrap that present until I say so. Go ahead and head home, boy." She wolf said, smirking a bit.
Tre slowly slid his pants back up and felt so confused as he clocked out. What had just happened? What if Terry wanted to play later? He'd wonder why he'd let the wolf chastise him like this...he might even get mad! Maybe leave him! He rushed to the door to his boss' office and knocked, but there was no answer. Trying the door handle, he found it locked.
He was certainly unhappy about this recent development and tried his best go get out of there as quickly as possibly, worrying quite a bit about what might happen later. The canine made his way home, staring out at the street, doing his best not to focus on the cage covering his doghood. Once he arrived home, he pulled into Terry's driveway and sat there for a moment. Tre happened to glance to the apartment they lived in and noticed that no lights were on.
Despite the fact that they had plans, he felt relieved that he might have a chance to get the cursed thing off of his sheath before his mate got home. He quickly got out and rushed up to his apartment, grabbing for his keys. Before he could get the key to the lock, the door opened to reveal his otter, wearing a nice pair of khaki pants and a button down shirt.
"Welcome home, my love," He said softly and ushered the golden retriever inside.
Doing his best to hide his problem, Tre smiled softly, "What did you do? I thought we were just having...dinner..." He said, the last word almost coming out as a whisper as he saw the place. There were candles everywhere: white ones, red ones, green ones, pink ones...the whole room seemed to shimmer in a rainbow of flickering color. His eyes went to the table in the middle of the room. He spied his favorite food in the middle of the table: sushi.
Terry had turned him onto the stuff a few months ago and Tre couldn't get enough of it. Terry smiled and slid an arm around Tre's waist, leading him into the room.
"Terry...this is..." Tre began, a bit at a loss for words. No one had ever gone through all this trouble for him before. The otter pushed him down onto a chair, "Did...you make this?"
The otter smiled as he sat down across from Tre, "Well...I got this book and everything...its not as difficult as it seems..." He replied, watching his lover.
Both began to grab sushi and eat it. Tre felt so happy at that moment, knowing how much work Terry did to get this ready. Wine was poured and small talk ensued. Tre was feeling really good until Terry asked the question he dreaded.
"So, how was work today, babe? Meet any cute guys?" The otter asked with a wink.
Tre must have looked like a deer in headlights for a moment before he recovered, "Oh...well, it was pretty uneventful. I think...Ashlan gave me an easy day today because of the birthday thing and all..." the dog replied as he shoved another piece of salmon sushi into his muzzle.
The otter watched Tre for a moment and smiled before standing up, gesturing for the dog to stay, before dashing off into their bedroom. Tre was a little confused and absent-mindedly reached down to feel the device trapping his sheath. He almost knocked over his wine glass as Terry came in with a large box which he set down on the table beside Tre.
"Oh, Terry...you didn't have to get...me anything..." He said to the otter, standing there with a bright smile on his face.
"Shut up and open the box, puppy," Terry replied, smacking the box lightly with the back of his paw. Terry looked to the box and had to stand up to open it. The box was wrapped so that all he had to do was lift up the top. After glancing to Terry, he looked in the box. His eyes opened wide, looking down at a Game Commander, one of the most sought-after gaming consoles on the market. It also happened to be one of the hardest to get.
"Terry, how did you get one of these?!" The canine exclaimed as he pulled the console out of the box, looking at it. The otter just laughed and watched his mate "geek out." The dog smiled and kissed Terry, hugging him close. Terry laughed and looked down, feeling something press against him.
"Wow, you REALLY liked that present, huh?" The otter said, grinning as he reached down between Trelute's legs. The dog gasped and quickly hopped back, looking a little nervous.
The otter was not one to be denied his retriever, so he moved closer and grinned, "Oh, suddenly shy, are you?"
Tre let out a slight whimper, knowing Terry would soon find out what happened.
Terry tilted his head, "What's wrong, love?"
Tre almost felt himself cry, looking at Terry. "T-terry...I couldn't help...I mean, he..."
Terry stepped a little closer with concern, "Tre...what's the matter?"
Tre bit his bottom lip, "Terry, please don't...get mad at me..."
Terry now began to really worry, having not seen Tre act like this for a long time, "Well, I'll do my best, babe."
Tre closed his eyes and slowly put the game console down on the couch near the table as his paws went for his pants, slowly opening them. Terry raised an eyebrow, wondering if this were some game Tre was playing to tease him, but the otter's eyebrows went up as he saw the glitter of metal and the chastity device holding his mate's sheath.
"Um...I'm sorry, love, I'm confused," the otter said as he looked up, kneeling at his mate's feet, looking at the device.
Tre bit his lip, blushing with shame, "T-terry, Ashlan...he..."
The otter looked up at him incredulously, "Your boss put this on you?" He asked, still wondering if Tre was joking with him.
The dog nodded again, blushing as the otter reached out to poke the device, "Please...please don't be mad, Terry, I didn't want him to..."
The otter looked up again and shook his head a little, "Trelute...after all this time and you think this would bother me? I thought I'd shown my open-mindedness when I still wanted you after finding out you were a prostitute," Terry told him as he slowly stood up, "I love you. It just means I will have to talk to your boss about getting the key for this. My puppy needs to be punished for not telling his otter as soon as he got home."
Tre was dumbstruck. He had been so worried that Terry would be angry that he didn't even consider that the otter might not mind as much. He felt the otter's paw tug at the device.
"Hmm...pretty locked on there, isn't it?" He asked, looking into Tre's eyes, "Oh well, I guess we won't need it."
Tre looked a little confused before he felt the otter shove him onto the table, feeling the remaining sushi smush into his chest, onto his shirt. He struggled a little in confusion until he felt the otter grab his arms and heard the click-click-click-click of handcuffs closing around his wrists.
"T-terry, what are you doing?" He asked with confusion.
The otter grinned, knowing it was always Tre's fantasy to just be restrained and used like a pet or a slave.
"Quiet, puppy. Like I said, you need to be punished for not telling me about this earlier," He replied and let the dog slump to the floor with raw fish and rice smeared into his work shirt. There wasn't much he could do as he sat on the floor, paws cuffed behind him. He looked up at Terry to see blackness surround him as a blindfold was put down over his eyes.
"Bad little puppies don't need to see," He heard Terry say before he felt the otter's furry sheath slap against his nose. Tre gasped softly and blushed at what his mate was doing to him.
Terry smirked a bit, looking down at his messy, restrained lover, quite aroused by the sight. He felt his sheath thicken a bit and wiped the tip across the dog's nose. He pressed a paw to the back of his head and grinned, saying, "Open up, puppy. Be a good boy."
Tre blushed deeply, but did as the otter commanded, opening his muzzle as the otter slid his thickness into his mouth. He closed his lips around the tip and began to suck when he felt a bap on his nose and looked up in confusion.
"Naughty puppy. Didn't tell you to suck. Hold it in your mouth until I say go, okay?" Terri said with a grin that Tre couldn't see from behind the blindfold. Tre replied with a nod and a blush. The otter wasn't satisfied with that, "I didn't hear you, boy."
Tre blinked from behind the blindfold and blushed even more, knowing what his boyfriend was expecting, "Um...yes...yes...Sir..."
Once the words left his mouth, the otter's shaft was pushed back into his muzzle and he did as he was told. He felt the slick black otterness sliding into his muzzle through his lips and he just let it sit there.
"That's right...okay, you can suck on it, boy," Terry said and let out a soft moan as Tre barely waited for him to finish the sentence. True, the dog regretted ever admitting this fantasy to Terry, but it was also turning him on something fierce.
The lips sucked at that shaft as Terry pressed a paw to his head, thrusting a bit into his warm muzzle It was only a few moments before the otter pulled back and smacked his face with the ottercock. Tre heard the sound of a chair being moved and soon gasped as something pressed to the back of his head and forced him to bend all the way down until his lips touched the otter's footpaw. Tre presumed it was the other foot pressed to his head.
Trelute blushed intensely and whimpered as his sheath strained painfully in the device as he tried to get hard. He heard Terry chuckle and mmm softly, "Come on, you love my footpaws, start licking, boy,"
The canine shuddered, but started to licking over the top of the footpaw. He had very little balance with his paws cuffed behind him and let out a soft moan as the foot was lifted and pressed to his face, making him smell the otter's scent there. He whined in discomfort at the painful erection he had in the restraining chastity device. His head lifted to lick and suck on the otter's toes before it was pulled back.
Without a word, he felt himself being tugged up and shoved onto the table again. His otter's paws gripped the front of his pants and tugged them to his ankles as a paw gripped his tail, "Mmm...fancy seeing you in this position again, pup."
Tre blushed deeply at that as he felt the tip of Terry's shaft against his hole, indeed, for the second time that day. A yelp escaped his muzzle as the otter pushed in roughly and let out a soft growl.
"There we go...nice stuffed puppy. And my boy's going to take it all, isn't he?" The otter asked, pressing his chest to the dog's back. He forced all of his otterhood into the tight ass in front of him, making Tre moan out.
"Y-yes...Sir..." Tre whimpered out in embarrassment.
Terry pulled back and thrust back into Tre, moaning out as well. He felt the hole stretch around him and began a rough rhythm into the dog. The otter's paw wrapped around to tug at the device restraining his mate.
"Aw, it's too bad puppy let his boss put this on him or I might be nice and let you cum. Oh well, I guess you don't get to cum," Terry said and pulled his paw away as both paws pressed to Trelue's back, the otter starting to really pound Tre's asshole, making him cry out and moan in extreme arousal. Both panting heavily and moaned out. It didn't take very long before Terry pulled out completely and slammed himself in one last time, moaning out loudly.
"Oh fuck...here you go, puppy, take all of my cum, boy..." The otter moaned out as he held himself deeply inside of the male beneath him, cumming seep inside him. After a few moments, he slumped onto Tre and both lay half-on the table as they recovered.
Tre heard the otter speak into his ear, "Happy Birthday, love."
Tre let out a soft whimper, "I-I love you, Terry..."
The next thing the canine heard was the click-click of his handcuffs releasing and the blindfold being removed. Both gasped as the otter pulled off of Tre, the big ottercock slipping from his ass. Tre turned around and hugged Terry tightly, kissing him deeply.
The otter broke the kiss and chuckled, "Yuck, now you got me all messy," He said, indicating the sushi smeared onto Tre's shirt, "Well, now we need to take another shower, you naughty dirty boy."
Terry took the dog's paw and lead him to the bathroom. As cliched as it sounds, Tre couldn't wait for his birthday next year.
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Wow...it's been a whole year since I posted anything. I've been writing, but the problem is I'd start, get a couple pages in, and lose the will to keep writing. I was inspired by Jeeves and his story-a-day campaign recently, so I forced myself back into it. True, I probably won't be able to crank out as awesome stories as he can each and every day, but at least I'm hoping to continue Pizza Party on a more regular basis. There was actually an alternate version of this chapter that I later scrapped which...maybe I'll make it a side chapter someday. Anyway, this was supposed to be a quick chapter to make up for all the drama going on in the story lately with just a bunch of sex. Who'd have thought it would take me a year to write a chapter about sex?