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My husband was perfect, so I felt churlish in the extreme whenever anything he did pissed me off. But I couldn't help it. Like today, for example.

He was such a do it yourself nut, always insisting on playing the handy horse instead of getting in a tradesman. I did kind of love him for it, but it meant we were always schlepping off to the hardware store for odd random shit and I had to pretend to be interested and helpful when I was bored out of my skull.

There were moments though. As we made our way down the aisle, I came to a display chock full of rolls and rolls of tape. Every conceivable size and strength, including my good old favourite. As I spied a large pile of duct tape, I couldn't help but break into a huge grin.

My stallion noticed, of course.

"Why are you so happy all of a sudden? You normally hate the hardware store!"

"Hmm...reminiscing, is all..."

I caught his look, the unspoken query. I determined to be mysterious, and just gave him a wink. After all, some things are best meft a mystery. Still, I couldn't help but fondle the roll, just for old times sake...

****

I blamed it on Taylor. That stupid sexy horse, I would walk over broken glass for a piece of his cock, and he knew it too. So we went out to the club, on his suggestion, and I knew it was a bad, bad idea, but I went anyway and on his terms.

Some booze, some eccies, some dancing. I was feeling no pain, comfy, flirty, immortal, a lion on the prowl, when I lost sight of my latest beau on the dancefloor. I wasn't worried at first, but after a few minutes, I began to get impatient, then worried, then angry. I feared the worst, and after a little searching in the toilets, my fears were confirmed.

The sounds of a stud horse in heat are unmistakable. They were coming from the last stall, and I looked under the door to see a pair of hooves and a pair of doggy paws. With a grimace, but for some reason unable to resist, I hauled myself over the top of the partition to confirm the true horror.

He was balls deep in a Doberman, that little stubby tail wagging as the canine pressed a paw to the toilet door to brace himself and took everything my horse could give him. He had his tongue out, eyes closed, and one paw wrapped around a pink erection already leaking pre with the knot beginning to form. I must have let out a little cat noise because my boy suddenly opened one big blue horsey eye and stared at me. It didn't stop him though, ramming that enormous length into the Dobie, or letting out little nickers of pleasure on each fresh thrust.

So I was horny, angry, and especially disposed to take it out on canines. Which was a shame really; because my college roommate was a canine, and not an altogether bad one.

Dave was probably on the prowl too if I knew my roommate; the straight Husky stud drove me to distraction, but he was strictly into pussy, and not this kind of pussy. A lacrosse jock with a questionable grade point average and thighs like a bodybuilder, his twin passions were fucking and the gym, often one after the other. For all that though, he was reasonable company, and I made myself useful to him by making sure he passed when he probably shouldn't have.

When I got back to the dorm, I checked the door carefully. No sign of our signal though, a post-it note. The coast was clear it seemed, which suited me just fine because I had enough of the night after leaving the club and all I wanted was a nice jack off to relieve me of my aching hardon followed by some beer and some X-Box.

So I wasn't exactly prepared for what I found when I opened the door.

"Mpfghh!"

I stopped just inside the door, one paw on the door handle, caught in mid stride like some statue. The Astonished Cat it would be called, and with justification. And if Rodin could have done it, he might have caught just a fraction of my surprise in that brief moment of shock as I took in the sight before me.

I found my voice eventually; which was just as well, as Dave was unable to speak thanks to the ball gag in his muzzle. I gave him a once over with a professional eye. Whoever had trussed him up had done a damn fine job, and I could speak as something of a connoisseur of bondage.

He was tied down to the bed, my poor roommate. His hindpaws had been drawn down to cuffs attached to the legs at the end of his bed, spreading his ample thighs invitingly. His paws were stretched over his head and tied to the bed posts with cable ties. He had obviously been trying to escape but found that impossible, and had instead given up to lay back exhausted and sweating and not a little sore.

"Did someone listen to my dreams and decide to make them come true?"

He was looking at me with big wide blue Husky eyes full of that curious straight boy mix of defiance and special pleading. I crossed to his side, my mood making me reckless.

He was of course naked; after all, such a position would be kind of a waste otherwise. And magnificently naked, so I got to admire him in ways I normally had to hide behind a sideways glance. Not today though; when you are naked and tied down to your bed with a ball gag in your muzzle, I figure any pretence at modesty can get fucked.

He didn't seem to appreciate my comment.

"Mpfghh!!!"

"Ahh...need help?"

I let my gaze stray to what, to me anyway, seemed the part of him in most need. His cock was throbbing at full bright red erection, precum pooling in his belly button, the knot already formed, sheath pulled back, with another cable tie round the base of his shaft and one around the top of his scrotum. Poor dear...the things we do...

"Mfghpmpfgggg!!!"

He was struggling again, so it seemed alas he wasn't asking for a handjob. I decided we needed to talk, so I removed his ball gag. After coughing and spluttering for a second, he seemed a little grateful at least.

"Good. Now untie me, please!"

"Not until you tell me what the fuck is going on Dave"

"Just fucking untie me!" his anger was delicious. I had to bite down hard not to kiss the lost puppy.

"Well, if you can't be polite, I guess I will just go..." I made three steps towards the door before he relented. His voice had an edge of desperation.

"Please Cody! Don't...please! Don't leave me!"

"Then tell me what's going on...and who is the bondage expert in our midst."

"Carrie..."

He looked about to cry, poor dear. The name came out as a sigh, along with a wistful look.

"Well I know you two were fucking, but this is a little...advanced..."

"She wanted to try something new, she said. I agreed, stupidly, and she had me all tied up and hard and was about to...well..."

"Mount you like a trophy?"

"Something like that...when my phone buzzed."

"A text from your mom or something?"

"No...from Larissa..."

I had to hand it to the stupid stud. He was a force of nature.

"I thought you two had broken up Dave."

He closed his eyes in penitent gesture. I could forgive him, easily, but I made him sweat first.

"Not entirely..." he had the grace to sound a little ashamed.

"Ahh...so the lovely Carrie, all hot and bothered and ready for your cock, has you tied up and helpless and finds you are in fact a lousy, two timing scum...so she leaves you to rot is that it?"

"Yeah...though she gave me a pawjob first and left me like this..."

I guess falling on the floor laughing wasn't the most diplomatic of responses, but I wasn't entirely myself as I said. Eccies always make me silly, and when you add tied up straight jock in bondage like this, I would defy anyone to keep a straight face.

Ahhh straight...

Once I managed to calm down, I curled up cross legged on the floor and reached for the beer fridge. I felt this needed a pale ale to properly appreciate. I offered one to Dave, but he seemed off his beer.

"Fuck you! Now untie me!"

I guess it was then, sipping beer, watching his cock rise and fall to his heartbeat that I got The Idea. Not my finest, but I guess I have to own it. And if I blame Taylor, I guess I'm doing him a slight injustice.

But fuck that horse anyway.

"Hmmm...all in good time Dave."

His eyes opened wide then. He even stopped struggling for a second.

"Wha...?"

"I think you deserve to suffer a bit. After all, two timing a lovely girl like Cassie..."

"Carrie!"

"Caddy...Cassie...Carrie...who the fuck cares. You obviously don't. Cheating scum like you need to learn a bit of a lesson...and I think I'm just the cat to teach it too."

The penny finally dropped, it seemed. He gaped, tongue out, eyes wide.

"What the fuck..."

"I think I should continue what your girl started, don't you stud?"

Before I could lose my nerve I stood beside him. My paw reached out almost on its own, seeing something even better than a beer. My favourite legal drug of all, and it didn't even require a government health warning, though perhaps it should.

Straight stud cock...warning, may lead to stupid shit and unrequited longing.

"Ahhhh!"

"Aww...a little sensitive mate?"

"Fucking take it easy there...hey stop that you fucking fag!" Now he had me angry as well as horny; bad luck for my stud, though I realised he was a little terrified at the touch of my paw on his cock. I felt for him a little, through the booze and the eccies, but not enough to make me relent though.

"Don't worry, I have the hands of a surgeon..."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

He was so wet already, I didn't need lube. My paw glided over his shaft, one finger stroking his leaking tip. He was panting now, chest rising and falling, his eyes glazing as I pleasured him. With a dash of malice, I began tickling his swollen balls, just rubbing pads over his taut skin. His panting became soft moans and he closed his eyes in rapture.

"Not bad for a fag, eh?"

"Please just...just make me cum and untie me..."

"That's hardly enough to make you regret your actions, is it stud?"

His eyes snapped open as I stopped the pleasuring abruptly. He thrashed against his bonds then, but they held too well. I had to remember to give Carrie my regards, she really knew how to tie up a stud.

"Feeling sorry yet?"

"Yes..."

"See, I don't believe you."

I got adventurous then, deciding to explore him more. I sniffed under his armpits, and loved the stench of raw jock. I decided he needed to be tasted, and I started with his nipples, drawing ever more heated cries as I bit, my incisors almost penetrating erectile flesh. I lapped at his pecs, and his abdomen, each perfect twitching abdominal getting its own personalised tongue bath, then I gave him a wink and sucked his cocktip into my muzzle like the treat it was.

"Ohfuck ohfuck ohfuck..."

I prided myself on my oral skills, and I decided to give my stud a working over. Nice and slow over his corona, down the shaft just under his tip, then lapping at his swollen knot. He was crying now for real, tears or frustration as I felt his orgasm build and stall, thanks to the ties and my teasing, never quite letting him release. He leaked like a tap, and I sucked down each sticky drop of pre before hungrily sucking his balls into my muzzle

"Oh God...I can't take it..."

"Yes you can stud." He sounded so lost my poor pup.

"No, please, just let me cum!"

His balls felt almost on fire as I nibbled, and I wrapped one paw round the tip of his cock and rubbed in agonising slow circles. He was sobbing now, totally lost.

"Please...Sir..."

My ears perked up then.

"What did you call me?"

"Please...Sir. Please, let me cum Sir."

I was harder than ever before now. And my crazy mood went into overdrive. Swept up in the testosterone, I decided to go with it.

"You have to earn it slave."

"Please Sir!" Well, if he insisted.

I stripped, almost falling over in my haste, while he kept his eyes resolutely shut. That wouldn't help him indefinitely though.

I sat on his muzzle, the hairs in the crack of my ass tingling at the warm embrace of his breath. I bent down to his cock, one fingertip rubbing just under the head, and let my finest lion growl out to play.

"Now...lick my ass puppy."

Silence, except for his huffing breaths, and the heat almost made me cum on the spot. I bent my muzzle to his length, tongue extended to play with his tip, the wide open piss slit so inviting.

Still silence, except for a whimper. Then a shuddering gasp. Then...

"Oh fuck!"

I felt it; straight stud tongue on my hole. Hesitant at first, then harder, he licked my pucker like a champ.

"Now...push that tongue in there puppy..."

He tried, pressing his tongue against me and jabbing away at my ring. I pushed back to meet him and suddenly...

"Ahhh!"

My ring clenched down on his tongue, and I felt him slide inside me, wet and swollen, licking the insides of my ass like a born rimmer. Riding his muzzle I felt my own cock twitching, and realised I was close to orgasm myself. I toyed with the idea of letting it ride to the end, but then had a better idea, or so it seemed.

Lifting off his muzzle, I gave him a kiss on the cheek. He whimpered, eyes wide now watching my every move.

"Good puppy. For that you get to cum...but my way."

"What...what..."

I kissed him into silence, and bent to untie his ankles. He was quiet now, not fighting me as I lifted his legs over my shoulders, and he had his eyes closed again. Bent double, he was beautiful, and I nuzzled his neck and without really intending to, I moved into position.

"No...no..."

"Shhhh...I'll just use the tip."

I laughed a little then, wondering how many times my stud used that line on a girl. I fully intended to live up to it though, mostly.

"Ahhhhhhh..."

His sigh was incredibly hot, almost as hot as his ass. I let my tip have him, spreading that virgin pucker surprisingly easy. Lucky I was leaking so much, or it would have been a rough first time. As it was, my barbs caught on his pucker and he tensed a little and let out a little cry before I stopped and kissed him again. He seemed to catch his breath, and I felt him relax. I pressed a little harder then, and the whole head of my cock filled him, drowning in the hot tight depths of his ass.

"Now stud...time for you to cum..."

One paw on his shaft, and I went for it in earnest. He was panting too, tongue out and no longer caring about anything but his nut. I felt his ass clenching, faster and faster, and the moment came suddenly with a scream...

Then a deeper scream, and I realised I had lost control, and plunged balls deep into his ass. The sensation was too much and I lost my nut in his depths, filling my jock stud with my cum as we both writhed in orgasms too powerful to control. When I regained some composure, I was muzzle to muzzle with one very pissed off Husky.

"You promised!"

I guess laughing then was the wrong response.

"Get the fuck off me!"

It was only then I realised quite what I had done. Pulling from his wide open ass with a pop, I looked down to see the string of cum from my tip to his now not so virgin hole. Cum dribbled down his taint and his cock was still hard and angry, a bit like its owner.

"Untie me you cunt."

I swallowed, and momentarily contemplated bolting for it, but I decided to finally be a little honourable. I found a pair of scissors, ignoring his slight wince as I brought them nice and close to his assets, removing the painfully constricting cable ties from his cock and scrotum. Then, with a prayer for my life, I undid his paws.

Sitting on the end of the bed I waited for the end. When it didn't come, I looked up to see him pulling on clothes. He left the room without a backward glance, and I heaved a huge sigh of relief. Cross legged on the floor I reached for my pacifier, another beer soothing my aching heart. Then another, then another, then...

I woke with a motherfucker of a hangover, and the scent of Husky in my nostrils. It was still dark, though the moon shone through the window turning the room a pale shade of silver. It took me a moment in my slight stupor to get the rest, but when I did, I sobered up real fast.

"You bastard..." a Husky voice, and also a husky voice.

"Dave...I'm sorry, really..."

I was on my belly in bed, my paws pulled behind me painfully. I heard the telltale sound of a roll of duct tape unwinding, and my wrists were tied together roughly but effectively.

"You...fucking...bastard..." his words slurred with booze, but he was coherent enough, unfortunately.

"Dave, really, I'm so fucking sorry..."

Except I wasn't, not really. Oh, I was sorry I was now trussed up in bed awaiting my fate, but the feel of his tight molten honey ass still lingered on my cock and it felt so fucking good. I just hoped it was worth it.

"I went to see Larissa after you...after you..."

"Again, I'm sorry..."

"Fucking shut it! I wanted to...but all I could think of was what you did with me. And I couldn't..."

"Dave, really, it was probably just the booze!"

"So explain this then?"

I looked, in the light of the moon streaming through the window, to see judgement written in the hardest cock I had seen. Throbbing, beautiful, glistening in precum like I remembered it. The moonlight gave it an eerie quality, like a ghost cock, but I could smell it from my bed, and it smelt real enough, and I let out a soft meowl at the thought of its girth. The knot was already swelling, poking from beneath his sheath.

"Time for yours kitty."

He gripped my ankles and spread them. His strong arms were more than a match for my feeble efforts to fight him off, and in any case, I didn't fight all that hard. I was too busy being aroused.

I did have a moment of panic when he pulled down my boxers though, and I felt his bulk on the bed between my thighs.

"Oh shit, Dave, please, use some lube!"

"Shhh little kitty...after all, I'm just going to use the tip."

I knew I was for it then. He poked and prodded clumsily, his hot breath on my neck, and then he kissed me roughly and bit my shoulder. Then he struck home and I felt my ass spread wide and I let out a wild cry, cut short by his paw covering my muzzle. His other arm wrapped round my chest, crushing my arms against my sides. I could feel the muscles in his forearm against my chest, the heat of his body and then...

"Arghhhh!"

"Shhh kitty...fuck, so tight..."

Not for long. He battered his way inside, thrust after thrust driving in deeper. I felt his knot against my ring and prayed silently for mercy. It seemed he was being merciful for now, and though it hurt and burned, it also felt so fucking good. He spread me like few before or since, and plundered my ass like a maniac and every new thrust made my cock spurt even as it drew fresh muffled cries.

"Oh yes...so tight...so hot...so good...oh yes...yes...yes...oh Cody...yes kitty...oh fuck!"

With that last strangled cry I felt him begin to cum, and then he gave a snarl and I felt my ass explode. He tied me, painfully, crushing me into the bed in his passion. My cock rubbed raw against the bed, and I desperately needed to cum but couldn't.

His breathing eased, and he relaxed behind me. It took me a while with the burning heat of his still hard cock inside my ass before I realised the true horror.

"You dickwad Dave..."

The bastard had fallen asleep still tied inside me. And he hadn't even freed my hands so I could relieve my aching hardon. I settled into my position as best I could, crushed under the weight of a straight jock buried in my ass, contemplating the ironies of life. It was something I had craved more than a few times, and here it was. The reality had been both more exciting and more banal than the fairytale.

Now if only I didn't need to pee so bad...

*****

I fondled the roll of duct tape, remembering the feel of that straight stud dog against me. When he woke the next morning, hungover and a bit dazed, and realised what he had done, he was a mass of apology. I milked it for all it was worth, and managed to get him to call me "Sir" for a whole semester. I never got his ass again, though he did offer in a bid to make it up to me. I was tempted, but finally did the right thing for once. And he seemed to find his better dog too, ending up with the delicious Carrie, she of the ball gag and cable ties.

There was one more moment to treasure though. A day I came back to the dorm to find him trussed up again, like the first time. He had apparently failed to eat her pussy quite the way she felt she deserved, and she had gone off in a huff and left him like that. I felt I was owed a certain something then...and so I took it, but with his permission.

Riding his cock for the last time, but this time with me in control, was heaven. He was still the thickest I've had, and spread my ass so beautifully I think I went into spasm. But the best was seeing his eyes roll back and hearing his cries as he unloaded into my ass, moments before I unloaded over his chest. Another memory to savour. And if I was feeling a little guilty even then, I also had a certain horse to blame.

"So...do you...want me to buy some duct tape then?"

My horse was staring at me now, openly bemused. His eyes darted downwards every now and then, taking in the bulge in my jeans, and I could see it had him going too. It was his ears, they were twitching the way they did when he was getting horny.

I gave him a smile and handed him three rolls.

"And Taylor..."

"Yeah?"

"Get some cable ties too, thanks love."

"Yes SIR!"

He gave me a mock salute. He would never know how close he had me to cumming there and then with those two words, but that was probably just as well.