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"This is Kado, right? That's your name?"

Kado scratched his naked, fluffy chest and yawned away from the phone. "Yeah, you got Kado. Who's this? You sound familiar."

A little chuckle crackled through the phone. "You fucked me the other night, remember? Long black hair?" Kahnso offered. "You brushed it when we were done."

Beautiful locks of hair could be as memorable as scents to Kado's canine brain. His curly tail beat against the bed. "Oh yea-a-ah, I remember you, baby," he chuckled. "Are you booty calling me?"

Kahnso snickered. "Not exactly. You looking for work?"

"Not exactly," Kado dryly tossed back. "But I'm listening."

Kahnso drew in a breath. "I'm touring here and in a couple neighboring states. My hairdresser's hitting up her daughter's wedding and I need a temp. I thought of you."

"Huh, never been a hairdresser on tour," Kado murmured. "How long for?"

"A month, give or take. You'll ride in the tour bus, sleep in the hotels or on the bus if you wanna. All expenses paid with a pretty decent paycheck." Kahnso listened to Kado's thoughtful hum then coyly added, "I fuck a lot of groupie whores. Sloppy seconds a'plenty."

"Well, I think I can pry myself away from my jobs for this," Kado replied. "Let me call in and all that jazz. I'll get back to you."

"Do what you gotta," Kahnso firmly said. "Oh, and Kado?"

"What's up?"

"I'm gonna fucking get you," Kahnso said. Kado imagined a grin on his face.

"Oh yeah?" Kado asked with a grin of his own. "Whatever for?"

"You fuckin' know, prettyboy," Kahnso said, both laughing and growling. He sounded terribly sinister, but sexy because of it. "Might just wanna start training now." He hung up before the dog could reply.

Kado had only just set his phone down when it buzzed on the nightstand. "What do you want now, you big buttslut?" Kado murmured, snapping it up again.

Kahnso had sent a picture. It showed the rockstar fox from the breast down, holding his loincloth aloft while some second party snapped a photo of his crotch. Kado was well aware of Kahnso's endowment, but seeing it from the front in a picture taken just for him made it seem threatening like the barrel of a gun. Just the same, Kado eyeballed the knot at the bottom and the balls underneath with a lick of his lips.

"Too bad you won't get it in me," he texted with a smirking, winking emoticon.

A week to the day, everything had fallen nicely into place. Kado got time off from both the club and salon with banked vacation time and a good rapport with his bosses. The sweet foxcoon boy Kado occasionally called for drinks and sex house sat for him and promised to maintain his aquarium.

The husky dog stepped off the city bus with the straps of a duffel bag in his meaty paw. Kahnso's tour bus loomed distinctly in the parking lot of the hotel, a towering five-star establishment.

Kado rapped on the door and the famous Kahnso opened it. They exchanged smirks. Kado stared into Kahnso's dark red eyes. "You're a blonde now," he said plainly.

"I like to change it up," Kahnso shrugged. "Come to get your dicking out of the way?"

"About that," Kado said, stepping up into the bus, "you and me both know you want me to fuck you again. It's cool, nothing wrong with admitting you're a bottom," he smiled.

"Yeah, fuck off," the rockstar snapped. "You caught me in a bottomy mood, that's all. Not happening again."

Kado dropped his bag on the couch, then sat next to it. As he sank into the leather, he sighed and crossed his legs below the knee. "I was gonna keep dicking with you, but goddamn - this is a nice couch."

"This bus is worth more than all of your organs on the black market," Kahnso grinned. "We got one more show in town here tonight, then we're heading north."

"Besides being an outlet for your submissive sexual frustrations," Kado smiled, "what exactly do you need from me?"

"Hairdresser stuff," Kahnso nodded. "Make sure I look presentable. Brushing, shampooing, you know."

"Do you need me to shake your peepee after you make lemonade, too?" Kado asked, drawing his jowls up for a toothy sneer.

"Funny," Kahnso said, smiling so widely and with such narrowed eyes that the expression was distinctly unfriendly. "You really seem to think I'm not gonna fuck you until your butthole swells up like a pool donut."

"Damn, I can't say no to such a smooth talker - have me now!" Kado gushed.

It surprised Kado when Kahnso put a knee on the couch and forced a kiss on him. It wasn't so one-sided for long. Kado wrapped his strong arms around the fox's torso and slobbered inside his maw with his big, messy tongue.

Kahnso broke the kiss off quickly and nipped Kado's snout. "I don't usually kiss on guys," the rockstar admitted, smiling thinly. "Guess it's just that tongue I like."

"Guys kiss better," Kado winked. "Guys suck dick and eat ass better, too."

"I'll let you have those last two," Kahnso snickered. He shot a worrisome smile on Kado. You settle in. Watch TV, use the internet, drink, jerk off, whatever. Show's not until ten."

"Sure," the husky dog said, watching Kahnso go. The first and only time they had been together, Kado had seen Kahnso in his stage attire: a loincloth and not much else. Now the fox was dressed like a normal person with track pants and a t-shirt, but Kado was intimately familiar with the hard ass hidden under those pants. He grinned at the thought of having his way with the singer again.

It was nine o'clock when Kahnso roused Kado from a nap by stepping onto the bus. In spite of its suspension, it noticeably jostled. Kado sat up quickly and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

"Sorry," the dog said. "I had a couple drinks... Then a couple more."

"We're all good," Kahnso said, giving Kado a pat on the head on the way past. "C'mon, we're comin' up on showtime here."

The dog followed Kahnso and considered a quick cup of coffee to shake off the buzz. "I hope you don't need a trim, I don't think I could snip a straight line," he laughed.

"Glad I hired a drunk, some things never change," Kahnso tutted. He unabashedly stripped down in front of Kado, losing everything but the locket necklace.

The husky stared at Kahnso's naked body. His tail wagged energetically, thumping into the cabinet. "He-e-ey, don't put the loincloth on just yet," he chuckled. "You can just stay comfortable while I doll you up."

"Hm, yeah," Kahnso agreed, sitting down in front of his vanity. "Brushes here, scissors here, got some mousse up here," he explained, pointing at the individual drawers.

"Mousse?" Kado snickered. After searching momentarily, he found a fine hairbrush tangled with some of Kahnso's hairs. He absently tugged them loose and dropped them on the floor. "You want it teased, then?"

Kahnso met Kado's eyes in the mirror. The dog looked like he was ready to topple over, but he dutifully brushed with the greatest of care. "You're good at this," the fox lightly complimented.

With care, Kado eased a knot out of Kahnso's hair. The singer never felt a tug in his scalp. "Thank you. Hair is my passion," said Kado with all due seriousness.

"What a pity," Kahnso grinned.

Kado waited a moment to take the bait. "What's that?" he slyly asked.

"You love hair, but I'm gonna be yanking on yours. That sucks."

"Christ, I didn't see that one coming," Kado sarcastically moaned. "Is sitting through your shitty jokes part of the job? I'll stuff cotton in my ears if it is."

"I'll stuff my pecker in your ear, give you a good mindfuck," Kahnso growled with dubious playfulness. "Get with the teasing now, I'm all brushed."

This Kado couldn't resist. He dropped the brush and reached around Kahnso's hard body then promptly started thumbing his nipples. Despite a bewildered expression, Kahnso grumbled pleasantly. "The fuck is this?"

"I'm teasing," Kado impassively said. "Oh, did you mean your hair? You gotta be specific with me."

"Forget the hair," Kahnso lowly ordered, laying his paws over Kado's. "I actually did hire you for a legit reason, you know."

"I don't doubt you there," Kado noted. "Means a lot to me that you'd call me in for this, too."

"Yeah, you're welcome," the fox mumbled, as if uncomfortable saying something genuinely pleasant. However, he grinned big and wide as he came back into his element: "But let's cut the crap here. We gotta settle something." He licked his lips slowly and swirled his tongue over a fang, ever keeping his eyes on Kado's in the mirror. Neither studly creature blinked, and Kado's only movement was a steady wag of his tail. "Take off your clothes, dog," Kahnso said.

"Fair's fair, since you're already set to hike your tail up for me," said Kado.

Kahnso let Kado undress without incident, but things promptly took a turn for the worse. Kahnso pinned the dog against the cabinet, shaking the entire bus with the force of the impact. Winded but grinning at the thrill of it all, Kado grabbed Kahnso by the ears and yanked him in. Their jowls crushed together. Teeth scraped and tongues tangled up into slithering knots. As their blunt sheaths met, so did their burly chests. Kado squeezed Kahnso's ass cheeks hard enough to dimple and bruise and Kahnso reciprocated.

Kado expected another short kiss. Instead it went on for the better part of five minutes, and Kahnso was relentless in suckling and tonguing Kado found himself fully hard in a short time, and his penis ground needfully into the downy fluff on Kahnso's abdomen. It was Kado whom broke the kiss off this time. Kahnso started gnawing on his neck immediately. "Ah, god," Kado groaned. "I thought you didn't like kissing dudes?" he laughed.

"Everything's relative," Kahnso puffed, and he left it as meaningless and cryptic as that. "I got a little something I wanna show you, baby."

"Pet names!" Kado laughed, sounding delighted. "Are we boyfriends now?"

Kahnso ignored him but pulled him to the bed. He reached into the nightstand, but paused and smiled slyly. "Close your eyes, doggy."

In spite of a pout, Kado obliged and stole only a useless peek as Kahnso dug into the drawer. "What's my surprise?" he softly asked.

"Maybe it's a big, black horse dick," Kahnso suggested, turning Kado around with a suggestive touch. It seemed whatever he had in mind was destined for Kado's rump, since Kahnso nuzzled into one of the hard cheeks then nipped in the same spot.

"Ah, hey," Kado snickered, "nothing bigger than a finger."

"Pussy," Kahnso tutted. "And I got big paws anyway." But it was a red herring: Kahnso grabbed Kado's paw and clapped something metallic around his wrist.

"What the fuck?" Kado laughed. Before the buzzed dog could even think to steal away his other paw, Kahnso hemmed that one in, too. Kado tugged uselessly at the binding chain, making it clatter. Blushing and grinning wide, he twisted around and kept trying to yank his wrists free. "Jesus Christ, handcuffs!?"

"I can't tie a knot unless I'm using my dick," Kahnso smirked. "These are a little present from a lady cop I used to fuck. Hope you like 'em."

Kahnso stood up and promptly tossed Kado face-down into the bed. He slipped right out the door as Kado wriggled, laughed, and bitched. "You asshole! Are you gonna leave me like this all night?" After a long pause, Kado scowled. "Hey! Kahnso! Where'd you go?"

"Just far enough away," Kahnso said, swaggering back in with a drink, "to make you sweat a little bit." He hoisted Kado up and helped him off the bed, then nudged the back of his knee with a foot. "Down, doggy."

The embarrassed grin on Kado's face only widened. "Motherfucker," he growled.

"Not tonight," Kahnso said with a poker face. He plopped down on the bed, then eased his legs apart. Suddenly putting on his best sneer, he said, "My usual hairdresser's a total MILF. I'm making due with a faggot like you tonight."

"I swear to god, Kahnso--," Kado snickered.

But whatever Kado was swearing was lost when Kahnso yanked him close by his two-toned hair. Kado found his tender nose crammed into the musky space between Kahnso's balls and asshole. Indignity and shameful lust withered his smirk away and saw him fold down his ears.

"Lick my asshole," Kahnso ordered, following up with a sip of his drink.

Kado obeyed. By dumb luck alone, Kahnso was pushing the one button that could make him submit. He sniffed deeply, partaking of Kahnso's ball sweat and anal musk in very greedy amounts. His penis throbbed and drooled pre into the carpeting. As he dragged his tongue across the rockstar's clenching anus, he endlessly sucked down the musk.

A deep, grumbling moan rattled out of Kahnso. He sipped his drink, gave his wedge of lime a suck, then braced his broad foot on Kado's chest. He kicked the dog back and knocked him into the carpet.

"What the fuck?" Kado blurted, not physically hurt but looking frustrated. "Why'd you stop me? I was fucking--, ah, god, I hate you," he said with only a hint of a grin. "Goddamn tease."

Kahnso splashed what was left of his drink on Kado then mashed his foot into the dog's erection. Kado groaned and writhed, resting uncomfortably on his cuffed paws yet suffering the most from the rockstar's grinding foot.

"The key to those cuffs is somewhere in the nightstand," Kahnso snickered. "If you can't get out of them by the time the show's over, well," he sniggered, "I guess that means you're gonna be really easy to fuck, right?"

Kado's ears splayed down. His face hardened. "Wait, you're gonna leave me like this? I can't get the key, let alone fucking use it! And the show's gonna take you, what, a couple hours!?"

Kahnso dressed in his showy loincloth and leather bangles. He laughed mischievously at Kado's realizations. "Sucks to be you, doesn't it?"

"And--! And I can't even rub one out like this, you asshole!" Kado grunted, finding the energy to sit up in one sudden jerk.

The fox knelt down and surprised Kado with a smooch on the lips. Then he grabbed the dog's swollen, circumcised cock and started to jerk. Within mere moments, Kado grimaced and puffed, promising loyalty, respect, and a lifted tail upon Kahnso's return. But when Kahnso had Kado near the peak of pleasure, he slowed his stroking to a halt and kissed the dog's lips again.

"Kahnso--, Kahnso, hey!" Kado outright whimpered. "Don't stop now, you son of a bitch!"

"Hey, maybe if you're careful, you can hump the bed," Kahnso offered, promptly standing up. "See you in a couple hours, bitch."

Kahnso stepped off the tour bus, ignoring all of Kado's bitching and fussing. Nobody in the audience seemed to mind his messy, flat hair.