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Mike woke to the scent of lavender. It was so overwhelming that he had to pause to take stock of what his senses could tell him. Seemed like smelling was out. He tried to yawn and found his muzzle bound shut. His tongue was heavy in his mouth, like he'd slept that way. His left shoulder ached where he lay on it, and when he tried to push himself up, he discovered his arms were bound behind his back. He felt the steel on his wrists, and recognized the narrow, encircling feeling as handcuffs. Not cheap, sharp ones, but good quality. He couldn't be sure through his fur, but they felt like a combination of polymer and steel, the sort many of his cop friends preferred.

He tossed his head and tried to look around, but it was too dark. No, there was pressure across his head. It was hard to detect, so it was light or he'd gotten used to it already. He suspected he was blindfolded. That gave him pause. Muzzle bound, handcuffed, blindfolded, what else? He tried his legs, and found he could kick out freely with them. He felt a smooth coolness through his fur where his weight pressed his shoulder and hip into the floor. Concrete, perhaps? He wondered briefly if there was any light to see by, anyway.

No matter. He tensed his abs and pushed at the floor with his arm, rolling into a sitting position. The pads of his paws slid across the floor easily as he shifted his feet. It definitely felt like concrete. Something jangled behind him when he sat up. He reached behind him and felt a length of chain. He followed it with his paws, running finger and thumb-pads over the metal. Cold and very smooth, it was probably steel, too. It must have been a hefty chain, because the links were fat, of a size with tow chains he'd handled. When he shifted his arms, the chain dragged at his cuffs. He lifted his arms, then let them sag behind him. He could just barely hear the clink of it on the floor. That was odd. His attention went to his ears, and he discovered a pressure around them, while the backs of them pressed against something. He moved the chain again. Quiet. It seemed likely he was wearing earmuffs.

Down to touch, Mike tried to explore his environment. The chain seemed to be long enough to afford him some freedom of movement. It dragged and clinked quietly behind him. He grasped it in both paws, sucking in a breathful of lavender as the cold chain filled his grip. He pulled the chain hand over hand towards him until it went taut. He tugged, but it stayed firm. Shifting backwards, he felt the pile of chain he'd gathered pressing against his rump. It appeared he was naked, which explained why his ass was cold. His balls had pulled away from the floor and tucked up tight to his groin -- one of the rare times when they were smarter than he was. He grabbed the chain and leaned forward, giving it a jerk. It held steady. So, it was reasonably well secured.

Mike sighed, breath rushing out through his nose and giving him a brief relief from the overwhelming lavender. He seemed to be pretty well stuck. He explored the cuffs with his fingers, brushing the leathery pads and blunt claws of his digits over the frame, finding the steel and polymer he'd suspected. He found a shackle in the middle of the short chain linking the sides, which must have been how the chain behind him was connected. He was definitely stuck.

His ears twitched inside the earmuffs as he tried to tease out what little information he could. Not much. He rolled onto his right side, pressing his head against the floor. A dull rumble greeted him, maybe air handling of some sort. The earmuff pressed uncomfortably into the side of his head, but the cool of the concrete felt good against the shoulder that hadn't been abused. He mused at that for a moment and realized he felt surprisingly warm. He rolled facedown onto the concrete and let slip a small groan through his nose as the coolness pressed through his chest and belly and sheath.

After a minute or two, he felt the barest of rumbles in the concrete and a heard a faint clicking approach him. There was a warmth over his back, and then paws grabbed him under his arms and he was hoisted up to his feet. He scrabbled, paws slipping on the concrete. The paws were large and warm, gripping him strongly. He was held until he managed to get his feet under him, then the paws left his sides. One gripped his scruff, while the other grasped his handcuffs. Knuckles bumped the top of his rump, just above the base of his tail as he was walked ... somewhere. It wasn't far, for he'd only taken a handful of steps and the chain was still connected.

His guide stopped him. The warmth behind him moved to one side, and he figured his guide had, as well. Something bumped the back of his legs, and he shifted his weight to keep his balance. This seemed not to please his guide, and he was shoved heavily downwards, landing on a cushioned seat. His tail curled off to the side as he landed, keeping it out from under him. Paws gripped his knees and pulled him forward on the seat, dragging his rump over the fabric that covered the cushion. It caught at his short fur, and he arched his hips up to help them move more easily. Compliance seemed prudent. When he settled back down, he found his rump right at the edge of the seat.

A big paw gripped his shoulder again, pressing him against the chair's back. The chain jangled behind him, and he felt the weight of it fall from his wrists. He assumed it had been disconnected. The paw on his shoulder held him firmly in place, and he felt the chain being pulled over the frame of the chair. The weight returned to the cuffs a moment later, and he felt his wrists pulled back from the center, like whoever was behind him was pulling on the chain. His shoulders ached a little. It wasn't bad, but his back felt bunched where his shoulder blades were pulled together. The feeling distracted him more than anything.

That distraction meant the touch of a tongue on his sheath came suddenly. A long, soft tongue swept through the short fur, and he groaned, the sound muffled to his hearing. That lick was followed by another, soft flesh slowly curling along and around his sheath until it reached the top, where it met with the exposed tip of his cock. He arched his back upwards and tried to gasp, finding himself awkwardly sucking in air through his nose, flooding him with lavender again. The paw from his shoulder slid down to his belly and pushed him back into the chair. He shuddered as the tongue swept over his sheath again, sliding over more bare flesh as his cock pushed steadily from its home.

Mike sagged back into the chair, his back bowing down towards the seat and his hips rolling upwards. The tongue followed his cock and he felt the front of a muzzle on the underside of his length. That tongue pushed against his shaft, then slipped into his sheath, teasing down inside of it, trapped against the swelling flesh of his shaft. He tipped his head back and whined through his bound muzzle. Another large paw found his throat and rubbed gently while blunt claws slid along one side of it. His pelt was short, and those claws scratched lightly at his hide underneath. He shuddered. If he'd been any farther along, he'd probably have cum on the spot.

One paw held his muzzle back, while another rubbed over his front, caressing his pecs and abdomen. A finer paw cupped his balls, rolling the short-fuzzed sac between fingers and thumb, while that tongue continued to tease into his sheath until he was fully erect. A fourth paw, also small, slid up his sheath and squeezed it where it hid the base of his shaft, then drew it slowly downwards. His chest heaved as he sucked air through his nose, his world paws and tongues and lavender.

One of those unseen paws squeezed at the base of his length, gripping at the steadily forming bulb of his knot. The tongue swept up along his shaft, silken warmth caressing him. He shuddered and clenched, pre cum leaking steadily from his point to coat that tongue. The tension in his loins surged, and he thought he would cum, but paw on his knot and tongue vanished suddenly. The big ones vanished from his upper body a mere moment later.

Mike sagged against the chair, panting through his nose. The tension subsided slowly, and he could feel his cock starting to lay against this belly, warm against his fur. The paw on his balls gave him a gentle squeeze, and he shuddered in response. Then it slipped away, and he felt nothing but the chair under him and the cool floor under his paws. The sudden isolation was almost painful.

It was broken by the sudden touch of a warm finger under his tail. The digit rubbed over the tight, puckered flesh of his anus, smearing him with the familiar slipperiness of lube. He shuddered again, clenching in anticipation, then gripping at the finger when it pushed smoothly inside him. He rolled his hips, cock bouncing against his belly, but the finger drew back. He groaned through his nose at its absence, alone again.

This time, the isolation was broken by the press of paws pushing his thighs wide apart, followed by the touch of a pointed cock against his pucker. It was slick and pushed into his entrance easily. He clenched around it for a moment, then shuddered, relaxing. It pushed in deeper. Paws slid over his hips and gripped the undersides of his thighs. Mike groaned again, this time as the cock filled him out, pressing the walls of his rear apart, the point easing ever deeper. Hips bumped into his rear, a softer, longer fur brushing between his rump cheeks. The cock inside him was still, and he slowly grew accustomed to it. After a few moments, the hips ground into him slowly, rocking his hips on the seat, making his length brush over slick, cool mess of pre on his belly. The hot length inside him shifted, and he gripped at it reflexively, squeezing around the solid shaft. He could just feel a swelling near the base, and the thought made him shudder in anticipation.

The hips drew back, the length drawing slowly out of him until just the tip remained, then pushed forward again, filling him up. His breath caught in his throat, then slipped out with a moan as those hips thudded into his rump. The hot length plunged repeatedly into his ass and he gripped needily at it. The promised knot swelled, stretching his entrance as the cock plunged into him, lightly at first, the stretching him wider as it grew.

The pace of the thrusting slowed as the knot grew. Soon there was one firm, slow thrust, and the knot ground against his pucker, then slipped through. He clenched reflexively around the invading shaft and swollen knot, feeling it press at his prostate. His whole body shuddered and he panted through his nose, sucking the lavender scent into him. It was all he could smell, despite the fact that he could feel himself leaking pre-cum profusely over his belly, the slick, thin fluid soaking through his fur.

Paws clenched his thighs tightly, and hips bucked and ground against his ass. He felt the shaft and knot throbbing rhythmically. Mike clenched hard around it and was rewarded with a firm buck of those hips. He sagged in the chair, no longer being fucked and now aware of the way the back pressed into his shoulder and the back of his head. He shifted his paws behind him, balling them into fists and pushing up at the back edge of the chair, shifting his weight to ease the pressure on his shoulders.

Tension still flooded his body, and he clenched his ass whenever those hips shifted against him and that knot tugged at him from within. The smaller paws returned, brushing over his muzzle fur lightly, teasing at him at the edges of the wrap that bound it shut. A muzzle touched his, cool nose against his own, thin lips brushing his. A tongue swept over his lips, teasing between them to play the tip over his lips and gums. He pressed his muzzle into the kiss, even though he couldn't open his mouth to reciprocate.

The one-sided kiss continued as the paws brushed over his cheeks, then his neck, then lower, trailing over his chest and then ribs, bypassing his soaked belly. One paw brushed down between his thighs, cupping his balls and rolling them gently. Fingerpads teased the stretched ring of his anus. The other paw slid inwards from his hip and caressed his knot, wrapping leathery, soft paw pads around the bulb, but not squeezing. He arched his back, pressing up into the touch, then clenched hard when the knot in his ass tugged at him. He felt a shot of pre splash across his chest.

The paws on his groin were still for a moment, just holding him there on the edge of climax, then thin lips brushed over his point. A warm heat enclosed his tip, and a soft, broad tongue swept across it. When the paw around his knot squeezed firmly and gave it a firm tug, he came immediately. His ass clenched tightly around the buried cock, pressing the knot hard against his prostate. His hips bucked forward, the knot tugged at him, and he squeezed harder. Seed surged through him, and he spurted hard into the enveloping warmth.

That tongue caressed him for the first, rapid shots of his climax, then the muzzle slipped off, leaving his cock cooling rapidly. He felt his seed splashing across his chest and belly, spraying himself down with the warm, thick musk. His balls were tight against his crotch, and the paw had followed them, rolling them gently against his body. The other was tight on his knot, tugging at it as though he'd tied an eager and bucking bitch.

His peak faded slowly, drawn out by the knot in his ass and the paw on his own knot. He shuddered, sagging into the chair, completely spent. His cock fell towards his belly, still almost fully hard as it slowly spilled more seed out, joining the puddle of pre in his belly fur from earlier. It had started to cool, and he could feel dribbles of it running down his hips, sliding through his fur.

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Mike basked in the afterglow for a few minutes, drifting out of consciousness. He jerked back awake when a tongue caressed his tip, the broad, silken flesh sliding over the underside of his point. His length surged up against it, and he moaned through his nose. The tongue didn't linger, staying just long enough to tease him. It moved on to his belly, sweeping lazily through the puddled mess of canine semen. It lapped slowly up his front, not cleaning him, but following the trail of painted musk up his body. Where he wasn't too thoroughly covered, it dragged against his short pelt.

A muzzle rubbed gently along his own. Fine fingers brushed along his jaw and traced the edges of his binding. Slowly, it was pulled free -- there was the tear of velcro, felt more through his skull than heard with his ears, and he felt it slip off his muzzle. The source of the lavender fell away with the wrap. Hot breath washed over his nose as he sucked in air and dog breath and semen flooded in after the lavender. He groaned softly, and his muzzle hung open, tongue lolling out. He panted, savoring that small freedom.

A paw slipped up under his muzzle and gently pushed it upwards. Thin lips met his again, and a tongue pushed into his mouth. It tasted of his cum, and little else. He groaned. Now that he was spent, it wasn't his favorite flavor, but he had become accustomed to it.

Mike pushed his tongue into the other muzzle anyway, and the paws brushed up over his cheeks, then higher, slowly pushing the earmuffs off of him. The world came back in a flood, and it was only that it was a very quiet room that kept him from being overwhelmed. The muzzle slipped away from his, and he heard two others panting, one close, probably the one kissing him, and the other a little farther away. He could hear his own panting as his tongue lolled out of his muzzle again. He shifted on his seat and heard the jingle of the heavy chain behind him, accompanied by the lighter click of the chain of the handcuffs.

Teeth brushed his ear, then pinned it in a light bite. A tingle shot through him, and he let slip a soft gasp. Sounds and scents were returning to him. He drew in a breath, and caught two familiar scents. He tipped his head to rub the side of it into the biting muzzle. It released his ear with a soft, familiar chuckle. Jessie. With a low rumble of approval, Pat bucked his hips, jostling his knot in Mike's ass. Mike gasped again, "Ahh!"

Jessie brushed her paws up over Mike's head and pulled the blindfold off. He blinked, his vision clearing slowly. The room was probably dimly lit, but after so long under the blindfold, he had no trouble seeing his lovers: a big, tan, long-coated German Shepherd man kneeling between Mike's thighs, and a lean black-and-white border collie woman standing over him. He grinned at Jessie, then licked his tongue out to lap at her muzzle. She rubbed his ears and met his tongue in a light kiss. He looked down to find Pat grinning at him, eyes flashing. The shepherd rubbed his big paws along Mike's thighs. His balls rested on Pat's crotch fluff, the dark, short fur of his sac contrasting with Pat's lighter, longer fur.

Jessie knelt behind him and unlatched the cuffs with a deftness that spoke to her experience. The cuffs fell to the floor atop the chain in a loud, jingling clatter. Mike rolled his shoulders carefully, then slowly worked his arms out to the sides. He let slip a soft hiss as the joints protested being moved after so long held back.

"How're you doing, dog?" Pat rubbed the underside of Mike's thigh, then brushed a paw up his rump.

Mike grinned at Pat, his eyes half lidded as he took in the view down his own dark, brindled coat, his cock red against his belly and that big, tan dog between his thighs. He stretched his arms above his head, arching his back. Pat's cock shifted inside him and he let out a little groan. "Mmmm. Damned good."

Jessie stood next to him, and Mike wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her to his side. She leaned her hip into him and rubbed a paw along his far shoulder. "Mmm, that's the idea." Bending, she nuzzled one of his ears and remarked, "Quite the mess you made today, dog."

He blew out his breath and reached up a paw to rub at one of Jessie's ears in return. "Mmm, yeah. I'm definitely going to need a shower as soon as Pat is done."

The shepherd gave a roll of his hips at the mention of his name, and Mike groaned. He patted Mike's hip fondly. "Just a little longer, pup."

Mike lay back, lazily trailing his paws along Jessie's arm as he basked in the afterglow and waited. Mike was a paramedic, and Jessie and Pat were a cop couple he'd met years ago through the job. They didn't work in the same car, but they were often both on patrol at the same time, and once in a while they'd both end up on one of his calls. They had different, but damned effective, styles of managing bystanders so that he and his crew had room to work on their patient. He'd seen Pat stare down an irate mob with a single, withering look, while Jessie had once defused a riot through advanced mothering.

That had been quite a scene: a near mob of neighborhood toughs had been working themselves up for a fight while Mike and his partner were trying to get in to help a kid who'd been on the wrong side of a fight. The crowd was having none of it until Jessie rolled up. She simply got out of her cruiser, walked over to the crowd, and gave them The Look, declaring, "Well, I never! A bunch of grown men trying to start a fight when this poor boy here needs help. Your mothers would be ashamed of you!" Mike had never seen such big dogs tuck their tails so quickly. They'd slunk away, while Mike and his partner had gotten to work on their patient.

Years of scenes like that, coffee at awkward hours of the morning, and drinks after shifts had forged the sort of friendship that felt more like family. Not the sibling sort of family, he mused, but rather that Mike was practically part of their marriage. He didn't live with them, but they were the innermost part of his social circle, and they leaned on him to get through life as much as he leaned on them.

The stresses of the job had been getting to him of late, and just the past week, they'd lost a patient from an auto accident. She'd been about Mike's age, and having that stark reminder of his own mortality staring up at him from the stretcher had worn him hard. He'd managed to arrange a day off with Pat and Jessie, and here he was, rather pleasantly stuck between his two best friends.

Mike let his awareness turn inwards and found himself warm and relaxed. The tension that had been growing in his shoulders and back had melted away. Cops, dear friends, and lovers, with Pat and Jessie he could allow himself to relax and let go of the control and awareness that he lived by. Being tied up and having his senses taken away would normally be terrifying, but he trusted them so completely that he could let his mind shut down and enjoy it. He lived in the moment, relishing the surprises of their touch and the way losing most of his senses heightened his awareness of what remained. Coupled with the immediacy of touch, it was an intense experience, and it left him thoroughly refreshed.

Pat's knot subsided at last, and Mike shuddered as the shepherd's length slid out of him. He panted quietly, feeling that distinctive emptiness as his body became accustomed to the lack of a cock in his rear. Pat ducked his muzzle to give Mike's sheath a fond kiss, then stood and stepped away to dispose of his condom, the thin latex full of his seed. Jessie lowered her muzzle to lick at Mike's, and he could still taste his seed on her lips and tongue when he licked her in return. She helped him to his feet and led him to the shower.

He paused at the door to the bathroom. "Hey, you never got yours."

Jessie chuckled. "Far too fun watching Pat pound your cute rump." She patted his cheek fondly and grinned at him, then nodded over her shoulder to Pat. "Besides, big guy over there is gonna nail me to the wall later." She growled quietly at the thought, her feathered tail wagging behind her. "Mmmhmm. A little anticipation adds spice." She gave his rump a swat and shoved him towards the shower. "Now get in there and get cleaned up. You wanted to get home and have a little time to yourself, didn't you?"

He chuckled, his own whip tail swaying behind him. "Yeah."

The shower took longer than usual, but Pat and Jessie had the sort of water heater designed for long, hot showers with friends. Mike took full advantage of its capacity, savoring the heat's effect on his muscles. When he had finished drying himself, he found the basement had been cleaned up. The chair and chain had been tucked discretely into a closet, as had the eyebolt in the floor. The plate to which it had been attached was covered in a rug, and he could smell the light orange scent of their favorite cleaner. The towel which had covered the chair had been thrown on top of the washer, and he tossed his own on top of it. A visitor wouldn't have any idea of the sorts of things they did down here, and that was part of the fun, too.

He wandered upstairs and found them lounging on the couch in their living room. They both gave his nude, clean form an appreciative whistle, and he grinned. He found his clothes set out on a chair and dressed quickly. The dogs on the couch teased him with mutters of disappointment as they watched. Jessie bided her time by pawing over Pat's sheath, which was looking quite swollen by the time Mike had fully dressed.

Pat spoke up. "Still up for dinner, pup? New brewpub around the corner."

Mike grinned. "Sounds great. What time?"

Pat nodded. "Eight?"

"Ok."

They stood, and Mike could see that Pat was definitely ready to go again, a familiar red tip poking from his tan-furred sheath. Mike chuckled, and they wrapped him in a three way hug. He snuck his paws down to give their rumps a squeeze before he stepped back. "Well, then, I'm off! Don't nail her so hard she can't walk."

Jessie laughed. "He'd damned well better!" Her tail lashed behind her. "I'll be ready for dinner, but I want to be walking funnybefore we get to the drinks."

Pat simply grinned, the smile spreading all the way up his muzzle and his tongue lolling out.

Mike shook his head as he closed the front door behind him and walked to his car. He slung his bag into the passenger seat and dropped heavily into the driver's. He closed the door and took a moment to relax in the isolation. They were a couple with a voracious appetite, and he counted himself damned lucky to have them in his life. He squirmed as he settled into the seat, his rump still a bit sore. He grinned at the reminder of just where they got in his life.

He hit the button to start the engine, and the music came on.

"You can strain me, you can maim me, You can chain me to the floor. I will be your prisoner, I will be your hostage-o."

He chuckled as he pulled onto the street; he could relate to that.