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I. The Arrival

Dean looked up at the number of the house he stood in front of. He hesitated, before looking back to the street corner and checking the street name again, before turning back to the house number before him. His eyes were wide, and he felt like his heart was racing ahead of him at a thousand miles an hour.

This had been Dean's first time on this block, and indeed his first time coming to this house. The unfamiliarity of this part of town really set him on edge. That in itself would have been bad enough, but it was also what he was there for that put him on edge: or specifically, who he was there for. The Dalmatian inhaled, his tail flat against his ass as he looked up and peered into the window.

There, he thought he saw the form of a rhino seated at the couch: even from behind a drawn silk curtain, the dog could see the bulging muscle from where he stood. A flurry of lewd thoughts came to his mind at that point, and he flashed back to the profile he had seen when he had first agreed to the arrangement.

Idly, Dean turned to his phone, swallowing as he opened Recon and checked the message history again. The sir in question had been referred to Dean by a friend, and after a brief back and forth there came only a request in the messages:

Come to our house this weekend, the message said. But only if you will submit, do everything that me and my partner tell you to do. And I do mean everything_. A good boy should be rewarded properly, after all._

Of course, Dean knew this could only mean one thing: pleasure beyond his wildest dreams. There would be plenty of pain and frustration with it as well, but Dean was at least used to this. He was not sure the rhino could throw anything at him that he hadn't experienced before.

And yet, as he lifted his hand to ring the doorbell, he could not help but wonder: a new sir always brought with it a new series of complications, a new series of questions. They had negotiated beforehand, with the rhino making it clear that he would respect whatever boundaries he had said, but there was always the 'what if' surrounding what had not been discussed. Dean had made it clear there were very few hard limits, but there was always the anticipation of where a new sir might take it. Dean knew from experience that it could be taken in many, many different directions, so where would this new sir take it, and how pleasurable would it really be?

And as he stood there, he knew that, in the end, the answer always would be whatever would make him feel the best. And that was a sensation the Dalmatian went wild for.

And so, he lifted his hand up, pressing the doorbell with a single finger. He inhaled gently, and in short order he heard heavy footsteps make their way towards him. The door opened, and there he stood. Dean's heart skipped a beat as he looked upon this new sir: he was even more handsome than he'd imagined, with a gruff but kindly face and a really nice smile with teeth that shone in the morning sun. His muscles were also even bigger than they'd been in the profile: he had stated that it was a slightly older profile picture, but Dean had not imagined that he would be more muscular than the profile picture, not less. The black leather jacket that he wore really sealed the deal at that point, and the heady musk of leather worked its way into Dean's nostrils.

“Pup Blitz!" The rhino extended his arms out. “It's good to meet ya!"

Dean stepped towards him, getting pulled into a hug in short order. It was a tight hug, and Dean felt right at home in there.

“Same to you, sir," the Dalmatian replied. He stood back, chuckling gently. “You, uh… look great!"

The rhino grinned, leaning towards Dean with a grin on his face. “And you're even cuter than your profile." He gently pinched Dean's cheek. “And you've started with the 'sir' already! Excellent." He then nodded, stepping aside. “Come on in."

Dean nodded, entering the house. He noticed that the house was rather immaculately kept, with some paraphernalia related to the leather community lying around. On one wall, hung a sash from a title about four years back. On another, a giclee of a Tom of Finland portrait, with a rather striking grizzly bear with an exposed chest gripping his bulge. All of this was set against white paint on the walls, and as he looked around he also noticed there was paraphernalia related to rubber.

And then, he was led into another room. And there, he saw a boar sitting at the table. He was also fairly large, but perhaps not as muscular as the rhino had been. Dean nodded: he had noticed that the two profiles were linked, particularly as a live-in partner. The smaller dog could see why: the boar's face gleamed as he looked over, kind blue eyes peeking out from a face full of brown fur.

“Here's our pup," the rhino said. “He came right on time, as we told him."

“So he's good at following orders, then," the boar said. He stood up, pulling Dean into an equally tight hug. “Good to meet ya, kid." He then pulled back, nodding his head. “You talked about what to call both of us, right kid?"

“Yessir, Partner," Dean said. He then bowed his head, looking to the rhino. “So, Sir, what do we do now?"

With this, Sir turned to Partner, the rhino's smile turning into a mischievous grin. “Everything is ready for him to get into it, right?"

The boar nodded. With this, Sir smiled, before gently grabbing Dean's hand and leading him to a room in the house.

“Then let's get you all slicked up and ready, then," he said. “We have quite a bit of preparation to get to…

----**----

From there, Dean knew the drill: they had specifically asked for him to come in rubber. Upon opening the duffel bag that he had taken with him, he found they were taking extra care in getting him all suited up. They had lubricated the inside of the suit very well, as well as taken care to make sure his yellow harness, collar, and arm bands were secured tightly, but with enough room for him to breathe.

As Dean pulled his harness on, he looked over to Partner. He was fiddling with some equipment, holding a ring gag in his hands as he mulled over the other equipment there was.

Sir, meanwhile, stood there, helping him into his rubber suit. “So, we talked about this over the messages," he said. “But, just in case, let's review the ground rules."

Dean nodded. “If anyone comes over, I'm not allowed to play without your permission," he said. “But I'm expected to do everything I am told as the slave." He then looked towards Sir and Partner. “If you want to touch me in any way, though, you are allowed to, and that includes spanking, groping, and teasing."

Sir nodded, the rhino zipping up the front of Dean's suit. “Very good," he said. He patted Dean on the cheek gently. “You were right: you do take well to orders."

“I've had good trainers," Dean replied.

He exhaled, looking between Sir and Partner again as he watched Sir look to his groin. Dean's rubber suit was unusual in that it actually emphasized the space where his junk was. He then nodded, before looking to the cuffs on the bed.

He affixed those on, looking to Dean. “And of course, the punishment will be steep if you do violate any of these terms, right?"

“Yes, Sir," Dean replied. He swallowed, looking on as Sir grabbed the collar. “And I'm not to know what they are until they happen."

“Excellent." Sir snapped the collar in place, before admiring his handiwork. He then looked to Partner, patting the large boar on the shoulder and grinning. “So show our puppy what his first order of business is."

Partner immediately turned, holding a small cage in his big hands. Dean's eyes widened upon looking at it: he could recognize the curve of a chastity cage from anywhere, and it was a curve that gave Dean reason to pause..

He then frowned, looking up to Partner in surprise. “Hey!" he said. “We didn't—"

But before he could finish that thought, a big hand held his jaw open. Dean yelped rather loudly, and then he felt something get shoved into his mouth. He gave a confused chortle, before hearing something lock behind the back of his head. Dean then found himself biting down on whatever thing it was there.

It was only when he got a distinctly metal taste in his mouth that he realized what exactly had happened. And then, he turned, seeing Sir come up behind him.

“Now, now, puppy, we can't have you mouthing off too much," he teased, gently flicking at the chastity cage. His grin was now mischievous, and Dean felt something sink in the pit of his stomach as Sir sat on the bed.

He then nodded. “Now, here's the deal," said Sir. “This can come off at any time. If you want to get out, then you clack your handcuffs three times." He then leans forward. “But, if you do that, you won't be getting any action at all. And I do mean any."

Dean whined at this, his eyes going half-lidded. He had not expected to get put into chastity the second he got in there. He was certain they would have eased him into it, or even proposed it first. But to have it literally thrust upon him the second he got there threw him off, and he had not expected anything. And as he stood there regarding the chastity cage, he knew just what he was getting into.

“Now, be a good boy, and the cage will come off at some point," Sir said. “And when the cage comes off, we will allow you to play without permission. But that is only if you are a good boy."

That got Dean's attention. He of course had been edged plenty of times by others, but having the edging come at such an extreme as this? Dean realized very quickly that it could either end very poorly or very well. Whichever one was the case he was not sure, but he knew that the payoff would be huge. And in the end, if the payoff was going to be fantastic…

“So what's it gonna be, puppy?" asked Sir.

Dean stood there, inhaling gently. And then, with a glance down to the floor, he nodded.

Sir leaned forward, rubbing Dean's belly. “Good boy…" He nodded to Partner, before sitting back.

And then, Partner leaned in close, fixing the chastity cage to Dean's nuts. It fit very well, and the shape of the chastity cage only highlighted the way the rubber suit showed his package for everyone to see. Dean almost felt more exposed because of it, and as he watched Partner put the padlock in place, he felt his loins stir a little bit at the way Partner groped him afterwards.

“Good boy." Partner then gave the chastity cage a hard whack, drawing a whine from Dean. “Heh…" He then turned to Sir. “So, you remembered to tell him about the play party we're having this weekend, yes?"

At this, Dean jolted upright. Sir had mentioned that there was to be company that weekend, but a full-blown play party? This was news to Dean, and now that they had mentioned this after he had the chastity cage affixed, he could not help but feel a slight amount of anger that they had not seen it fit to mention this earlier.

Indeed, Sir blinked, his surprise clearly feigned as he stood up. “Oh, I did not," said Sir. “I'm sorry puppy, I should have said something…"

Without warning, he spanked Dean right on the ass, drawing another whine from the Dalmatian. “Well, there's got to be work to do, right?" asked Partner. “After all, we haven't gotten that in order…"

Sir then nodded, patting Dean on the ass. “Oh right," he said. He then nodded. “Start with the bathrooms puppy. Partner will get you everything you need. They're going to be quite messy."

With this, Sir and Partner led Dean out of the room. And as he was led out of the room, Dean realized just how long of a weekend he was in for.

----**----

Cleaning out the bathrooms had not been as bad as Dean had feared. Of course, the smell of cleaning chemicals still lingered inside of his nose, considering that his owners for the weekend had kept him on his hands and knees pretty much the entire time he was cleaning. That actually made it somewhat easier for him to clean the bathrooms, considering that any lingering stains could be taken care of almost immediately.

However, it did prove to be exhausting, and he did not feel the toll of this exhaustion until they asked him to clean the kitchen as well. As he ran the rag over the tiled floor, he began to wonder just how much more they had planned to have him do. The floor was very, very wet, and he could almost see how sparkly it was after his attention.

He had to suppress the urge to growl in distaste, however: he had noticed that the floor was already rather clean when he got to it. Not only was it clean, but Dean had noticed as he had begun to scrub that the floor was already as pristine and shiny as anyone could expect a floor like that to be. Clearly they had already cleaned at least a part of it beforehand, and as he glanced up at the counters he saw that the countertops were also cleaned out in a very similar, very pristine way.

They had to be testing him. That was the only reason he could figure for why they continued to hound him across the entire time he was cleaning. Sir stood in the doorway, keeping his eye on Dean's ass, while Partner remained right by the pail that Dean used to dip his sponge in. Partner's gaze almost looked right through the Dalmatian, watching his every move as he scooted about on the floor sponging everything up. And as for Sir, well, Dean had not looked to him.

He found himself growling in annoyance.

Sir tilted his head to the side upon hearing this, before leaning past the doorway. “Puppy…"

Dean bowed his head, whining apologetically.

Sir nodded, peeling back into the door frame. “Good boy," he said. “Just do as we tell you without question…"

Dean nodded, before continuing with his chore. After all, there had to be some form of reward waiting at the end of it all, right? He was sure he would not see it at the start of the sex party, certainly, but this had to be the means to an end, he figured. It always was…

Still, Dean began to pant gently: a rush of heat across his entire body reminded him that he had not gotten out of the rubber suit since he had started the house work. A quick glance at the clock reminded him that it had only happened an hour and a half ago, but he was already feeling the heat inside his suit. This, coupled with the exhaustion…

Dean found himself laying on the floor almost immediately, panting gently as he allowed himself just a moment of respite. It was only an hour and a half, and man was it strange that this was all he had done? Already he felt like laying down somewhere, letting himself go, but he had only just gotten started. It would only be a second, and—

--then he yelped, feeling the extremely harsh sting of a paddle smacking him in the ass hard. He flailed, but before he could do much more Dean felt himself get slid onto Sir's knee, the muscular thigh pressing against his ribcage.

“Did I say you could stop, puppy?"

Sir brought the paddle down on Dean's ass again, leaving behind a searing pain that elicited tears out of Dean's eyes. He whimpered uselessly, any apology dying against the metal ring inside his mouth.

A third spank sounded out, and Dean cried out, while Sir roughly rubbed his ass with the hand that held the paddle. “Didn't think so, puppy…" He leaned close, nipping Dean's ear rather harder than the Dalmatian expected he would before pulling back. “You will not stop like that again, you got that?"

To emphasize his point, Sir brought the paddle down again: as the loud clap died out, Dean nodded vigorously, his legs pulling in from the pain radiating across his rump.

“Then get back to work."

With this, Sir stood up, Dean twisting in the air once before falling on his ass on the floor. He whimpered at this, but before Sir could say anything else Dean managed to scramble back to his feet, the adrenalin coursing through his veins as he picked the sponge up and went right back to scrubbing.

Satisfied, Sir stepped away. He did not even have to say anything else: Dean knew that if he took a break like that again, that would be in store for him again. As the pain in his ass subsided and left a tingle, he knew he could not risk that again.

And so, he climbed up to the counter, grabbing a new sponge and getting to work cleaning that as well.

----**----

Dean exhaled. He wanted to slump against the washing machine so badly, but he knew what waited if Sir and Partner caught him slacking off yet again. Sir had caught him slacking off two more times, after all, and every time he did down came the paddle. Dean was not sure he would be able to sit on his ss when he got into work the next Monday, and this combined with everything else in a way that made him too cautious around the washing machine.

He whined to himself: his muscles ached, his ass hurt, and waiting by the laundry machine was beginning to wear at his nerves. But on top of all that, the heat that had accumulated over the now three hours he had been given to do the household chores was beginning to get to him. The inside of his rubber suit now felt incredibly moist, and Dean knew that instant that it was not due to the lubricant that Sir had applied to his suit before they had put it on him. It was sweat, and the warmth of the sweat left Dean feeling rather gross in the suit. It also left an itching in his throat, one that could only be answered by a drink of water.

With this in mind, he moved to the entrance of the laundry room, getting on his knees and panting. Partner stood there, watching his every movement as Dean bowed his head before him. He then began to pant, looking up at Partner in desperation.

Partner could see the desperation there, and then he leaned down, petting Dean's head. He frowned, though, the boar no doubt noticing how soaked in moisture his head was. He nodded, before leaning back past the doorway.

“I think our puppy needs some water!" he said.

Sir shifted in the next room. “Even you can feel it, huh?" he asked.

“Yeah," Partner replied. He petted Dean's head gently. “He has been in that suit for about three hours."

Sir's footsteps lumbered through the house. “Yup."

Dean finally allowed himself a sigh of relief: of course, he knew Sir and Partner would know better than anyone about how rubber could get in times like this. Rubber always tended to get hot when worn for long periods of time, and so the Dalmatian was relieved when he heard some liquid get poured into a vessel. He felt some kind of comfort at the fact that, indeed, they knew not to let Dean get too dehydrated before the party even started. After all, it showed they cared somewhat, and the reward he would get for having to go through all of this insanity would be worth in the end.

And then, he saw Sir come in.

“Alright, here's your water. I would say drink it all up, but… well…"

And then, Sir plopped a doggie dish of water in front of the Dalmation.

Dean paused, looking down at the doggie dish. Of course there was a catch, and of all the catches Dean could think of this was the one he was least able to make out. On the one hand, having to get food out of a doggie dish was certainly nothing new to him. On the other, though, when he had been forced to do it the previous times, he did not have a ring gag in his mouth. Dean had never tried to ingest anything from a doggie bowl through the lens of a ring gag, and now that he was in this position he found himself having to fight whine that was building up in his throat at that point.

After all, he would not want to seem ingrateful that Sir allowed him to drink at all: being punished for the rehydration was not something he particularly liked.

And so, he leaned towards his bowl, dragging his tongue out experimentally. Of course the tongue bumped up against the hard metal of his ring gag, but as he curved his tongue inward and managed to get some water inside his mouth he realized that the liquid was indeed cold. He sighed in relief: knowing how Sir and Partner had been about punishing him lately, he half expected the water to be hot.

And so, he leaned in, lapping up the water slowly. He knew lapping it up too fast would result in a mess in the laundry room, and no doubt Sir was ready with the paddle to punish him should Dean have spilled some water past the confines of the bowl. And so, he worked slowly, making sure that water splashed onto his chin and only his chin.

Sir nodded, chuckling as he looked down at Dean. “Good boy…" He pulled back, before whispering something in Partner's ear. Dean could not quite catch what he said: he only hoped it was something good.

As he drank, Dean heard the washing machine go off. He whined in disappointment, before pulling away from the water bowl and walking to the washing machine.

“Good boy…" Partner tapped his foot against the tiled floor. “Get those sheets in the dryer: once you've started that, we have some lunch for you."

With this, Partner walked away, leaving Sir to stand there. As Dean carefully transferred the wet linens to the dryer, Sir chuckled.

“Oh, by the way, I hope you like oats," said Sir. “Puppy is only getting that too."

He then chuckled, to which Dean could only blush in reply.

----**----

Dean indeed got his lunch served out of a doggy dish right in the center of the kitchen, and indeed it was in full view of Sir and Partner. Dean made sure to eat as carefully as he could: no doubt getting the kitchen floor dirty would result in punishment, and considering that Sir had other commands ready for him afterwards he was not up for much else.

At some point, Sir stood up, depositing a plate of food in the sink. He then nodded, before kneeling in front of Dean and petting his head gently.

“Good boy…" He then smacked Dean's ass rather hard. Dean had to fight the urge to lift his head, which still had a little oatmeal in there. He then smiled, before looking to the sink.

“Puppy…" Sir whistled to get Dean's attention, patting his knee as he bowed his head to the Dalmatian.

Dean looked back up at the rhino, breathing in. There was still oatmeal inside his maw right up against the ring gag, and he looked up at Sir as he gestured to the dishes.

“Puppy, clean the dishes," Sir said. He then grinned. “And when you do that, get ready. You will be serving drinks: party starts in an hour, and I'm not going to let my guests go thirsty."

Dean whimpered, nodding gently. As he nodded, however, he felt some oatmeal fall off of his chin and onto the floor. The Dalmation's heart sank, his gaze lingering on the little bit of oatmeal on the kitchen floor. He swallowed, before looking back up to Sir.

But Sir had already walked behind Dean, the rhino bending his knee and pulling Dean over it. The sharp whap of Sir's paddle greeted Dean's ass again.

“Bad puppy!" Sir shouted, before spanking Dean again with the paddle. “Bad!" With a third spank, Sir pulled back, letting other bits of oatmeal fly off of Dean's muzzle and onto the floor. “Puppy, clean the floor. Again. Then you can do everything else."

And with this, Sir walked back, leaving Partner to stare at Dean with a raised eyebrow. The boar simply shrugged, before turning away, placing a forkful of salad into his mouth.

Dean could only sigh, before slowly pulling himself up. His ass was on fire, with the new spanking compounding with the old ones. Dean sighed, before looking down to his bowl of oatmeal.

The Dalmatian could only wonder what other punishments Sir had in store. After all, he could not play with anyone, he had to obey orders, and if this was a play party, then that meant that Dean could not have seen action at all.

The Dalmatian swallowed, before leaning back into his bowl to finish his lunch. That was a silly thought, he knew. Of course they would let him back in to the action: they would not promise action without delivering it. That would have gone against everything they had said on Recon, and Dean knew that most sirs would not leave someone like that hanging. No, they had to be delaying it. They had to be preparing him to enjoy the finale.

And yet, as he pulled his doggie bowl into the sink and looked at Sir as he deposited the pail of water at the doorway again, he could not help but feel the lingering doubt that there was worse yet to come…

II. A Masked Ball

The doorbell rang out almost as loudly in Dean's ears as he imagined it did throughout the rest of Sir's house. It was a sound that Dean had been prepared for by Sir and Partner, but it still set him on edge when he heard it reverberate through the halls. Dean walked along, looking up from the tray where he had just started getting drinks set up.

But it was Partner who ultimately went to answer the door. Dean was thankful for this one small mercy: the only task that Sir had not given Dean to do was to answer the doorbell. This was a sex party between seven people that Sir and Partner knew for a very, very long time, and it was a group that Dean seemed to know that Sir and Partner trusted given how they talked about them. In fact, much of the banter that Dean could overhear over the din of the washing machine was about how badly Sir and Partner wanted to watch some of their party guests getting it on. He even heard a few names, and as they had talked about them Dean's chastity cage had felt particularly tight.

The front door opened, and there was distinctly masculine chatter at the doorway. Dean badly wanted to overhear who it was that had entered and what it was, but instead he concentrated on the ice block in front of him: even in this state he could feel Sir's eyes bore holes into his sides, and he knew that as long as Sir was watching over him this way he could not screw up even one proportion of the complicated drinks that sir had made him memorize over the past thirty minutes.

This, at least, was the thought process that went through Dean's head as he slowly poured the bottle of peach Schnapps into the measuring cup. His eyes furrowed in concentration, only pulling away right when he hit the correct measurements. He even kept his eyes on the measuring cup as he poured it into the pitcher, the last little bit of alcohol to make the rather sweet component of what had to be one of the strangest-smelling margaritas Dean had ever seen.

It was then that the footsteps thundered close to Dean. Before they could cross the kitchen, though, Dean watched as Sir stood up, holding his hand out. “Hold on!" he said. “Did you wipe your boots at the door?"

“Of course," a gruff, masculine voice answered back. “What do ya take me for, an idiot?"

“Good," said Sir. He then crossed the kitchen, giving Dean a swat on the ass along the way. “Wouldn't want to give our puppy here any extra work."

Dean whined at the spank, but before he could do much else the smell of the ocean filtered into his nostrils. As the briny musk filled him, he heard two men engage in a bro hug.

“How have you been?" the unknown voice asked. “It's been forever since I've been able to come to one of these."

“Good, good," Sir replied. “The old job at the office is doing quite well to pay for everything, so I can't complain." He then stepped back. “Don't mind me, I'm just watching over our puppy today."

“Ooooh!" Footsteps drew closer, and then Dean found a hand grope his ass gently. He whined, turning to see a very tall, extremely muscular shark standing behind him. His dark brown leather jacket somehow barely held his musculature down, and Dean could see he was packing some serious heat down below. His dark grey scales seemed to glimmer in the light, and as Dean watched the shark pressed himself against him.

The shark's fingers treaded gently over his head, teasingly working into his head. “And who's this cute little pupper?" he asked, eliciting a moan out of Dean with the way his fingers worked that spot just behind his ears.

“Ours for the weekend," Sir replied. Just like that, a hand worked between Dean and the shark, and the shark's firm, muscled body was pushed away from him. “Which means you can't play with him unless we let you."

“Ah." The shark nodded, turning to look. “Still, you grabbed a cute one this time. Dalmatians are hard to find, don't you know?"

“Yeah," said Partner. “Which reminds me…"

Dean felt the sharp crack of the flogger against his back, and this drew a pained groan from him. This much drew laughter out of Sir and Partner, and as Dean turned to look at them he saw it only elicited a toothy smile from the shark.

“You been givin' him that all the time?" the shark asked.

“Since he got here," Sir said. He then moved forward, spanking Dean in the ass hard and drawing a whimper out of him. “He won't be sitting right for a month by the time we're done with him."

“I can tell." The shark chuckled, before he walked over to the living room. “You know when the next people to show are coming?"

“No idea," Partner replied. “But they should be here soon."

“Good," the shark replied. He snapped his fingers at Sir and Partner. “Then how are your lives?"

The three of them continued their conversation. Dean sighed, but as he turned back to the drink he saw that the shark's eye had briefly glanced upon him. Something in those sea-green eyes of his bore into Dean's own, and for a second, Dean thought he saw a familiar hunger in the shark's eyes.

But then, the shark returned to the conversation at hand, and then the feeling evaporated.

Dean sighed, feeling his cock strain in his cage again. Just a little longer, he thought. And then I'll get to play around a bit.

With this thought lingering in his mind, Dean turned to the next empty pitcher before him, examining every pitcher and noticing that it was some cocktail fashioned out of bourbon.

----**----

Once the shark had come in, it had taken everyone else about a half hour to filter in. He was surprised at just how quickly everyone made their way inside and made themselves comfortable, and as he surveyed the house guests he wondered just how wild this party was about to get.

His eyes wandered first to the shark he'd run into. From what whispers Dean could pick up, he heard that the shark's name was Scott. It was such a normal name for someone who seemed anything but normal, especially for someone who lived in that area. Sharks living so far inland was very strange to Dean, and this one in particular was such a handsome specimen of a man. And so, when Scott would look over, he would grin, winking at Dean's direction.

The next to arrive were another open couple: what else could they have been, from how open they had been discussing how new one of them was to everything? As Dean glanced at them from the kitchen, he watched as the mutt leaned in close to his musclegutted gator daddy. It was clear that they were coming in expecting at least a little action, but as Dean watched them both he wondered if the action they would get would be concentrated between the two of them or spread out among everyone else. He also had the feeling the mutt would be experiencing the most insertions considering that he was the smallest man in the room.

Then, there was a pair of deer, both of them rather muscular. Despite Dean's initial thoughts about them being siblings, their fur had slight coloration differences that lead the Dalmatian to think about them as being unrelated. Also differentiating them were their tastes: one very clearly liked the leather that added mass to his slender form, while the other's shiny rubber suit showed off that slender build like it was nobody's business. Either way, they split off and seemed to talk to everyone equally, and Dean wondered if they would spare a glance at him.

Then, as was usual, there was the requisite bear at the party, and in this case he was a rather large black bear done up in rubber. Dean had to admit that he did not expect the rubber on him, and he also had to admit that perhaps the rubber was a little ill-fitting for the somewhat pudgy bear. Still, he had a gruff, masculine face, and as he fiddled with the bottle of rubber lubricant he kept a grin constant on his face.

To round this crew out, the last person to arrive was a rather tall lemur who strutted in like he owned the place. Unlike what Dean was used to with the stereotype, this lemur seemed very muscular, very strong indeed, and the muscle he had packed on made him just as striking to look at as anything else. Somehow, the leather did very little to hide his musculature, and as Dean watched from the kitchen he could not help but wonder what he would be like, and if the rumors he had heard about lemurs were true.

But at that moment, he had duties to attend to, and he knew what awaited if he dawdled on any part of it. And so, he went around, lining up the pitchers and preparing the glasses that each drink would be served in.

----**----

“So it's not just going to happen out here, is it?"

The mutt spoke first, and as Dean moved about he went about placing a drink right into Sir's hand. The rhino let out a bellowing laugh at this, reaching over to pat the mutt on the shoulder.

“Oh, you're cute," Sir said. “You're so very, very cute."

“Hey, be nice," the gator said, leaning back as he pulled the rubber deer into his lap. “He's new to all this, so he pretty much doesn't know anything about how these things go."

The deer on the gator's opposite leg chuckled at this. “Oh, we'll get him introduced to everything before the night is up, huh?" he asked.

“That's the plan," the gator replied with a deep, rumbling chuckle. The chuckle sent a shiver flying down Dean's spine, and oh how he wished it was him they were talking about.

The lemur chuckled at this, as Dean approached him to hand him a straight bourbon on the rocks. “Well, I for one can't wait to break him," he said, a thick African accent leaving his muzzle as he spoke. “It is all about testing the limits, here."

“Heh, can't wait." Scott lifted a hand, gesturing Dean over. “More of the margarita, please."

Dean nodded, making his way past the lumbering shark on the couch. As Dean walked, however, he felt the shark's hand clasp briefly around his ass, and the shark squeezed hard. This drew a whine out of Dean, his tongue pressing hard against the ring in his mouth. This was greeted by a few laughs, and as Dean walked along he heard Partner adjust in his chair.

“Hey, careful with his ass," said Partner. “Even I don't know how red it is right now!"

The leather deer let out a loud whoop at this, settling in against the lemur's torso as he leaned back. “You've been putting him through his paces, huh?" he asked.

“He was the first one here." Sir grinned, shaking his head as he looked over. “Isn't that right, puppy?"

Dean whined as he rubbed the rim of the new glass in a bowl of salt.

“Poor puppy has been put to work all day," said Partner. “And oh, the things we're going to do to him before the weekend ends…"

Dean's cock twitched at this little tease, and he felt a rush of heat in his ass that only highlighted what the spanking brought. The thought of Sir and Partner doing things to him still rang at the forefront of his mind, and as he took a second to make sure the salt was in place before pouring the actual drink he felt an extra burst of excitement flood his veins.

He got so lost in thought that he was shocked by another slap to the ass. He let out a yelp upon seeing this, and then he leaned against the counter, his eyes widening as he reeled from the contact.

“And puppy daydreams a lot about it, because he's a very naughty boy," Sir said from behind him.

This drew laughs out of the rest of the party from everyone except the mutt, who glanced at the croc daddy nervously. Dean looked down, seeing that a good portion of drink had spilled out of the cup. He could only whine in dismay at this, seeing how it drew a laugh out of everyone else in the apartment as he looked at it.

And then, Sir leaned forward, grabbing Dean roughly by the head and grinning. “What a naughty bitch, too, spilling that drink everywhere," he said. “I think he should clean it up with something else, right?"

This was met by cheers from the other partygoers. Dean looked at the spill, and the way it slithered across the surface. As he contemplated what Sir meant by this, he felt pressure on his head move him closer to the spill.

And then, he felt Sir's breath near his ear. “Lick it, boy."

Dean started at this, his eyes darting back to Sir in surprise. He then looked around, hearing the bear's rumbling laughter. Dean felt a deep embarrassment settle in the pit of his stomach, one that almost filled him up. He knew the punishment had been coming, but to think it would consist of having to lick that, and with the ring gag in his way…

He felt Sir's hand spank his ass violently again, and as the clap rang out in his ears and the laughter resumed again, he found himself pushed into the spilled drink. The side of his head came parallel to the counterspace, and as Dean looked, he saw Sir leaning in close next to where he felt the hand pressed on his skull.

“I said lick it, boy," Sir's voice replied.

Dean whined, but immediately stuck his tongue out. He then lapped at the spill, a task that was made considerably more difficult by the position of his head against the counter. After a second, though, he found the liquid, and began shoveling it into his mouth with his tongue as best he could. He winced at the sting of how deceptively strong it was, but nevertheless knew that worse awaited if he did not obey immediately.

He was met with Sir's grin of approval. “Good boy… Lap that up, and then finish his drink."

The rhino released Dean's head. As soon as his head was free, Dean righted himself, lapping it up as quickly as he could. He winced all through the sharp sting of the alcohol on his tongue, but he kept pushing through it. After all, getting his head shoved against the kitchen counter like that was not necessarily in his list of things to repeat.

He did not even notice what everyone else did afterwards: he simply went back to pouring Scott his drink out, making sure to avoid everything else as he finished his task. And as he walked, he felt all eyes fall on him, watching his every move as he moved.

----**----

It took a rather long while for the conversation to turn back to play after that, and as Dean went around attentively making sure he was serving drinks he saw the way the mutt and the lemur had begun to grow closer to each other. Dean had barely noticed that people all around the party had shifted positions, with the rubber deer sitting in the lap of the bear, both of their rubber suits rubbing against each other as the leather deer watched from the crocodile's lap. Sir and Partner were close by, eyeing everything that was going on, and as they accepted a drink from Dean they only swigged it down quickly.

As Dean made the rounds, however, he saw the mutt turn to his lemur friend, a hand sneaking directly onto the lemur's crotch. His eyes widened immediately, and he squeezed again as if to make sure he was feeling what was really there.

And then, he looked to the lemur. “No. Way."

The lemur chuckled at this, patting the mutt on the back. Slowly, he guided the smaller male's hand down into his pants, letting the mutt linger there. Slowly, the mutt's arm began to make rocking motions, and it was then that he pulled back, his ears standing at attention.

“Holy fuck, they weren't kidding…"

Dean then watched as the lemur leaned in close, whispering something he did not quite catch into the mutt's ear. Dean was too busy taking care of some whiskey for the crocodile to notice much after that, but as soon as he walked within view he blinked upon seeing the lemur's cock having been freed from its cloth prison.

As it turned out, the lemur had been packing: he was easily the biggest cock there. As the mutt began to stroke it, Dean could not help but stop in his tracks, his eyes widening at what he saw. He was not sure he would be able to take that when he finally found his time to play, but it was huge, and it at least made for something interesting to look at.

He was greeted with a smack of his ass for his troubles. The Dalmatian yelped at this, and then found the drink being pulled out of his hand. After a second, someone grabbed the back of his ring gag, and Dean found himself moved right in front of the lemur.

“Hey, D, I think our little bitch wants a sniff."

Immediately, Dean found himself shoved right up against the lemur's cock. The smell of leather intoxicated him, but the overarching musk that took over stopped him in his tracks. It was that unmistakably masculine scent, and as his muzzle hovered around there, he could only take it in, his eyes rolling in the back of his head.

Instinctively, he felt his tongue try to push past the ring gag. But, right when he got it out, Dean was yanked back, and sent sprawling to the floor.

“I said a sniff, puppy," Sir's voice boomed out. “Not a lick. A sniff."

And then, Dean remembered about the no-play rule, and realized he had just broken it. A chill ran down his spine, but he had no time to react before he suddenly saw Partner come forward with something black in his hands.

“I think puppy is getting distracted by everything he is seeing, Sir," Partner mentioned. The boar wore a grin on his face. “Or do we want him not to smell anything?"

Sir glanced to where the drinks were on the kitchen counter, before grinning and snatching the cloth from Partner. “What do you think?"

And with this, he walked towards Dean, sitting on him immediately. Dean found himself bucking uselessly up into Sir, but the rhino was not having it: with little preamble, Sir forced the cloth onto Dean's eyes, and he found himself whining almost immediately.

Even despite Dean's resulting thrashing, Sir managed to fix the blindfold on his head with no problem whatsoever. Dean could only see just enough out of it that he could make sense of where the kitchen was and where the lights were, but anything other than that was something Dean could not make out. He had difficulty making out anything directly behind Sir.

And then, someone killed the lights where everyone was playing, and Dean's eyes widened in panic. That was when Sir stepped off of Dean, leaving him in darkness but for the light of the kitchen. Dean laid there bewildered for a second, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

“On your feet, puppy!"

Dean did exactly as commanded, getting to his feet as quickly as he could considering he was stumbling in the dark. As soon as he was up, he felt a strong hand smack his ass: by now, he could discern that it had been Partner at the very least.

“There," Sir said. “Now you can't be distracted by any more big cocks, eh?" Then it was Sir's hand that smacked his ass. “Now go get me a whiskey. And don't worry: you have your hands still…"

Dean immediately blushed, feeling his hands. He felt his tail go stiff as he realized the implications of Sir's statement: he had to feel his way everywhere. But when the things that could be felt included such things as restraints, the furniture, even the other people in the party… And never mind what state of undress they were in!

Dean swallowed: it was only then that he realized how much of a long night he was in for.

----**----

About fifteen minutes later, Dean found himself fumbling blindly through the play area again, this time with an empty glass in hand. He had only just gotten used to the rhythm of feeling something, recognizing it as a wall or a piece of furniture, and moving straight on, and with this last glass deposited he would be done. Just one more task, and maybe then he would be allowed to play.

He could hear the volume of moans increasing around him, primarily from the mutt but also now from the deer in the rubber. As Dean felt his way back to the kitchen he found himself grasping onto mostly furniture. He was not sure where anyone else in the room was, but he had a feeling they had congregated closer to the moans.

Dean blinked, pausing as he heard the moment the deer's moans were muffled. It was just in time, for as he deposited the glass inside of the sink, he sighed in relief. His cock was painfully confined within that chastity cage, and Dean was certain it would not be able to hold his erection for much longer. As he washed the glass off, he found himself needing to be freed, to finally be allowed to fuck.

Right on cue, he felt someone brush into him. Dean blushed, looking back and seeing Scott there behind him. The shark leaned close to his ear, Dean groaning as he felt the shark's hand come flush against his torso.

“Hey there…" Dean was summarily pulled back against Scott, and through the rubber he could feel the outline of Scott's bulge against his suit. This drew him wild, and his cock twitched once again within its cage. Dean could feel his knot just peeking out of his sheath, and with how it rubbed up against the rubber trapped within the chastity cage. Slowly, Scott ground his hips against him.

Dean whined as the grinding brought the fresh reminder of how many times Sir and Partner had reminded him of the no play rule. And so, he whined, squeezing his eyes shut at the humiliation of it all. He desperately wanted to play: he'd been working so hard for so long, and seeing and hearing everyone talk about play as well as seeing the beginnings of the play had driven Dean wild. And with this shark being the only one who seemed intent on giving him his play…

Still, Dean pulled away. He then glanced around, unable to see where Sir was in the darkness of the next room. He whined to Scott, his ass tingling as he remembered what waited if he broke the rules.

“Ah, right." Dean felt Scott's hand come to the back of his neck. “Here, let's get permission from Sir."

Dean's heart fluttered in anticipation as he felt Scott's hand gently grip his forearm. As he went into the dark, he could barely hear much over the din of the moans. The only thing on his mind was waiting for Sir to say what he had been waiting to hear the entire party. The only thing left was to hear the magic word, the one he figured he would hear as soon as he heard Scott's voice ask the question, the one he would hear soon, in that rumbling voice, that one that would give him the go-ahead to go wild.

“No."

It took a second for the response to register in Dean's mind. Suddenly, he found the blindfold pulled off instantly, and as he stood there dazed he saw the scene before him again. And then, the whole scene became clear to him: the mutt had been tied to the couch, with the lemur balls deep in his ass and working a blindfold around his eyes, the leather deer was in the process of being flogged against the far wall by the large gator, and the rubber deer was face-first against the couch, with a vibrator going off in his ass as the bear grinned from the opposite side of the room.

And that was when he felt himself get forced to his knees. He yelped as soon as he was forced onto his hands: when he looked up, Sir's grin was staring back at him.

“Matter of fact, I've got a better idea," he said. “Stay, puppy."

And then, Dean felt a pair of feet plant themselves firmly in the middle of his back. When he looked up, he realized that Partner was sitting on the couch, having been pushed out of his vest and with his bare torso visible to everyone. His eyes widened at this, before he watched Partner point to Scott.

“Hey, Scotty, I think there are a few people that could use your attention," he said. “Go deal with them."

The shark sighed, before flashing Dean an apologetic glance. He then turned, looking to the mutt and grinning, and as he approached them Dean let out a whine.

Goddammit, he thought.

And then, he turned his attention back to Partner. And then, in his view, he saw Sir slowly move towards Partner, the two of them looking each other in the eyes. The big boar lifted his arm up, exposing his armpit to Sir as Dean looked on. Without waiting for an answer, Sir dove right in, his tongue showing as he lapped hard at Partner's armpit. He closed his eyes, one hand of his sneaking to Partner's nipple as he squeezed it and pinched it lightly.

“Aw yeah, there ya go," Partner said. He shifted his position, his feet pushing slightly out. “Keep it going."

Dean felt himself leaning somewhat to his right: as soon as he felt this, he adjusted his posture, moving right along with Partner's feet. He imagined that he would have to adjust quite a bit as Partner received attention from Sir: letting those feet drop would no doubt result in punishment, and while Dean had no doubt it would involve someone smacking his ass again he also was not in any mood to get punished again.

And then, he heard slurping sounds from his side again. And when he looked back, he saw Partner there, leaning back and moaning, his hand behind Sir's head as Sir had moved on to one of Partner's nipples. He slobbered on it passionately, Partner throwing his head back in pleasure as he felt the boot dig into his back with enough force Dean almost felt like he was being forced to the floor.

Of course, Sir's onslaught continued, and Dean could only watch as the powerful rhino worshiped every place on Partner's body, from the opposite pit to the other nipple to that belly just before the bulge and back around again. It was a wild, mesmerizing sight, and as Dean watched, he found himself having to adjust to Partner's feet moving wildly.

And then, Sir began to pull Partner's pants down. With this, Dean watched as they travelled down his legs, watching Partner lift his feet off of him. The relief of not having Partner's heels dig into him was nice on Dean, and as they pulled the pants off he found himself giving a sigh of relief.

It was a moment too soon, however, for then Dean grunted upon feeling Partner's boots absolutely slam right back into his back. The motion almost caused his knees and arms to buckle, but since Dean had not moved he managed to keep his torso above the ground. He wound up having to push against those powerful legs, though, for he found they were soon pressing into his back hard. It was also a consistent pressure, and as Dean pushed himself up against that pressure he found himself gritting his teeth from the effort.

When he looked up, he watched as Sir sucked on Partner's cock. The boar's member was much bigger than the Dalmatian expected, and as he looked on his eyes widened. His knees buckled, but Dean caught the motion just in time for him to recover and pull himself back up. As he watched on, he saw Sir hungrily slobber over it, the saliva trailing down that thick rod as Partner's moans picked up. Sir grinned up at Partner, and the boar could only moan louder as Sir tightened his hand around the boar's cock. Sir gently smacked Partner's ass, and as he did this he lifted one leg up, pushing his snout straight into Partner's ass and licking at it.

Dean only kept himself upright, and then he looked around him. There, on the couch, Scott had taken the lemur's place in banging that mutt, with the mutt giving muffled cries around the lemur's massive cock. The leather deer was now suspended in the air, his arms tied up as the gator pounded him in the ass roughly. The rubber deer was moaning where he was on his back on the floor, the deer crying out as he tried to feel up the bear's body with hands that were encased in a mitt. All around, the party had devolved into the debauchery that Dean had expected.

And the tightness in his chastity cage was so much to bear he found himself whining in need. Oh how he wanted release, oh how he wanted to participate in everything, how he wanted to—

He was distracted from this by a hard smack to his balls. It was then he realized that he had fallen to his knees, before he felt a hard smack to his ass.

“Puppy, no falling over!" Sir commanded. “Stay upright."

Dean instantly obeyed, right before noticing that it was not the heel of a boot that dug into his back anymore. It was now the back of Partner's heels that he saw. And as Dean looked on, he watched as Sir began to swallow Partner's toes in his mouth. His tongue ran all over Partner's feet, from darting between those big toes to licking the soles underneath. When he was done with the one foot, he would put it back on Dean, before picking up the other one and having his way with it. The play only made Dean harder, and he felt his knot begin to press up agonizingly against the base of the chastity cage.

He whined, this time in pain. He began to move his leg forwards and backwards, wanting desperately for Sir to give him the okay to engage in the play.

----**----

But Dean never got that order. Throughout the entire rest of the play period, Dean was relegated to being Partner's footstand. He could not move anywhere at all, even when Partner's feet left him as Sir pounded him on the couch. All Dean was allowed to do was watch all the action around him, and then make sure he was not distracted enough to miss when Sir and Partner used him as a footstool again.

And sure enough, with time the play party began to die down a little. The mutt and the gator were the first to retire, the two of them walking towards one of the guest rooms. The mutt's steps were a little shaky, no doubt from the pounding he had gotten from several different guys the whole night through, and he saw the gator whisper sweet nothings into his ear.

The two deer siblings were next, and they were followed rather shortly thereafter by Scott. The big shark had one arm draped over each of them, and in turn they were followed by the big bear. Bringing up the rear was the lemur, who pulled his jacket off just before he went to the guest rooms. Dean barely heard them say goodnight: he was too trapped in his own frustration to notice anything other than when Sir and Partner finally got off of him.

Sir then grinned, picking up Dean by the collar and smacking his ass one more time. “There's a good puppy," he said. “But you are not going to sleep with us just yet."

Dean only whined in frustration, his eyes squeezed shut as he looked to Sir and Partner. Still, Sir pulled him behind, and then Dean blinked as he was led into the laundry room. Partner grinned, gesturing to the door and then to something on the floor across from the drying machine.

“There you go, puppy," Sir said. “Your bed for tonight."

But it was not a bed, at least not one meant for humans. There, Dean saw a crate erected, perhaps specifically for a dog like him. It was of course large enough that he realized he could fit in there, but that was about it. There was nothing underneath to cushion him from the hard metal floor of the crate, there was nothing at all for him to rest his head upon… it looked as uncomfortable as anything.

It was then Sir pushed him to his knees. “Go on, puppy…" he said. “Get in there."

With this, Dean crawled into the crate, the ring gag still in his mouth as he crawled inside. As soon as he was in, he did not even get a chance to turn around before Partner closed the door behind him. When Dean had turned around, he realized that the door to the crate had been padlocked. Effectively, Dean was trapped inside: there was no way out, and it was clear neither Sir nor Partner wanted him comfortable.

Sir grinned, patting the crate. “Well, I guess you know what this means. Good night, puppy." He squatted down, patting the top of the cage. “Sleep tight!"

And with this, he chuckled, the two of them leaving and closing the door behind him. Dean sighed, remaining on his arms and knees for some time.

He was reminded of just how badly he wanted to cum by the way the chastity cage tightened around his knot. He knew it was not a boner that would fade any time in the immediate future, and as he remained there he thought to what had happened all day. The entire day, he was allowed his chance to engage in any play whatsoever. They had relegated him to chores, punishing him when he failed to perform them to their exacting specifications. He felt he would not be walking correctly for a good while, but not for the reason he had thought he would. All they had done was neglect him…

The only reason he played along was the promise of being able to play. But after the way that Sir and Partner had refused to let him play that night, Dean wondered if they had ever intended to let him play in this whole shindig at all. They had not told him about the party, the one time someone displayed interest in playing with him they had denied him, and he was not even close to being allowed to take part in any way. By all signs, Dean was not certain they were going to let him play at all.

The thought sent a great disappointment racing down his spine. But in this position, what could he do? Nobody knew where he was, he was locked up in that crate because he had agreed to subject himself to whatever else Sir and Partner had in store, and there was naught he could do but go along with it.

After all, surely they were waiting until the next day to finally give him what he wanted, right? That had to be it: it was just more delay to make the eventual playtime that much better. That was all it was, in the end. And yet, as Dean laid on his side, the doubt remained. Would they really? Or did they intend to send him home with aching balls? Either way, he had no choice.

With this thought in his mind, Dean turned onto his side, adjusting his position before exhaling and waiting in vain for sleep to overtake him.

III: The Gratification

Surprisingly, sleep came easy to the Dalmatian that night. Of course he woke up with the biggest crick in his neck and his entire body felt soaked in sweat from everything he had been tasked to do the previous evening, but when he slept he had a surprisingly full sleep. It of course did not hurt that the laundry room itself was actually pretty dark, and even when Dean woke up he found himself in some darkness. The only indication he had that the sun had risen was the slivers of natural light that shone through the doorway to the rest of the house, and that only provided so much light.

Still, after waiting a few minutes, Dean pushed himself to his knees. It gave him time to be with his thoughts, time that he would rather have not had. As he remembered what had happened the previous night, he sighed, feeling the frustration creep in. Of course his boner had returned full force, but now he was fairly certain Sir had never intended to let Dean get any gratification at all.

And as these thoughts festered, he heard people begin to congregate in the room just outside the laundry room. He heard the soft sounds of speaking over breakfast, and as he heard this he leaned against the bars of his crate. He waited in anticipation for Sir or Partner to come in, no doubt with yet another order to do something around the house that did not involve sex.

As if on cue, the door opened, and light flooded the room. Dean blinked as his eyes adjusted to the sudden influx of light, and he looked up as Sir entered the room. He then bent down, and unlocked the padlock to the crate.

“Rise and shine, puppy," he intoned softly. “You have work to do."

Dean grumbled. Of course he did. Still, as Sir opened the door, he crawled out. Without missing a beat, Sir immediately hauled Dean to his feet, and then pulled him out.

“Good boy," said Sir. He then smacked Dean's ass, the old sting from the previous day roaring back in full force. “Now, we've already made breakfast for all of them. Be a good puppy and serve everybody the food, okay?"

Dean grumbled, but still moved out of the room before Sir. When he walked into the kitchen, he found trays of food assembled all over the kitchen counter, with each one fuller than the last. Of course, everyone from the previous night was seated in the place where everyone had played the previous night, and not one of them had a plate anywhere near their person.

The Dalmatian immediately knew what this meant. Without even asking, he ambled towards where the plates were stacked up and began arranging food onto them. He groaned, not awaiting the oatmeal breakfast that awaited him with all the food that was assaulting his sense of smell at that moment. It all looked and smelled so good, but Dean knew that Sir would not allow him to partake in any of it.

And so, he moved to the head of the room, expecting that Sir and Partner would want the first plates.

----**----

Dean's hunch had not been wrong: he basically served everyone wordlessly, and this time nobody really acknowledged his presence. Even Scott did not give him anything as much as a thank you, and Dean had almost become invisible as he moved about.

And so, Dean fell into the routine again of having to do the chores again. Everyone else got to socialize, and as Dean watched he saw that people were getting randy again. The mutt's hand had wandered slowly to the gator's groin, the lemur had pulled the leather deer close, Scott's hand was playfully working its way into the rubber deer's zipper on the back… It was all the same thing again, complete with Dean doing the chores.

And this time, the chore involved cleaning all of the dishes, from both that morning and the previous night. Dean moved at it with practically no enthusiasm: whatever enthusiasm he could have had was strongly overridden by the fear of punishment, and so he went slowly enough that every dish made its way onto the rack with absolutely no spots lingering on it. He had confirmation: Sir would swing by every so often to check on the progress of the dishes, and while Sir frowned at the speed Dean felt that he at least approved of how meticulously he was going about it.

And so, he kept at it.

Finally, after a while, Dean had finished up. It was perfectly timed, too, for Sir came in right as he was finishing up. Dean nodded, before turning to Sir and slumping by the sink. At this point, Dean had felt the toll of the hours: of course, he had gone by the doggie bowl at the entrance of the kitchen for hydration, but the rubber suit he had worn pretty much nonstop was beginning to take its toll. He was tired, he was sweaty, he was hungry, and he was horny. At that point, Dean wanted it to end, to be given release to do anything other than run around doing their chores for them.

And especially, all he wanted to do was get fucked at that point. That, among everything else, was the thought running through Dean's head.

Sir nodded, inspecting Dean's work before walking by. Dean sighed, knowing this was still not confirmation that he needed. And so, the Dalmatian went alongside him, his limbs somewhat heavy as he moved.

He was thus unprepared for when Sir very suddenly bent Dean over his knee. The sharp sting of something smacking his ass hard pushed all thoughts out of his head afterwards, and this drew a sharp yelp from him.

“Took too damn long, boy," Sir said. He then felt himself get hauled in front of the entire party. “Good boys do not take that long to service their masters, you hear me bitch?"

The paddle came down again, and Dean looked on in panic at the faces that surrounded him. The bear and the two deer began to laugh at this, and as Dean looked on he saw that the others were at least turned on by it too. The humiliation seeped in, all before the next paddle strike came down.

“Bark if you understand me, bitch!"

But Dean could only bark so loudly with that goddamn ring gag in his mouth. The best Dean was able to muster was a strangled whine, and then he felt Sir's paddle on his ass again.

“I said bark!"

Dean found himself finally giving a shorter sound than what he had given previously. This was enough for Sir to finally drop Dean off of his knee, leaving him on the ground.

“There you go, bitch," he said. “And next time, don't take so damn long. I was going to make you clean the floor, but now look! The play is already starting." With this, Sir pointed straight at the lemur, whose cock one of the deer siblings had pulled out. “So now you'll have to wait. That's a bad boy!"

Sir then reached forward, smacking Dean hard in the chastity cage. At once, Dean groaned out, his teeth clamping down hard on the ring gag as he felt the spike of pain associated with it. Dean then noted the laughter that came out of the bear, the deep rumbling sound that Partner mirrored shortly afterwards.

“Now get up," said Sir. “Get up, and wait for instruction like the good little bitch you are."

And here, Dean stood up. Instead of wait by the kitchen, however, Dean summarily walked out of that space entirely. He was not sure that either Sir or Partner noticed, but he did not particularly care. Even trying to do things right, he had still been punished, and what was really the point of continuing on if Sir and Partner would both find reasons to punish him anyway.

Thus was Dean's thought process when he went straight to the bathroom and closed the door behind him. He immediately sat on the toilet seat, his hands on his head. He began to shake it, looking out of the nearby window to the outside world. It was all too much, and as he sat there it all began to pile in: he had not cum in a day, Sir had sprung the sex party without him knowing it, all he had done were chores the whole time, he was tired, he was sweaty, his jaw ached, the pain in his ass had long since stopped being pleasurable, and now the humiliation was beginning to be too much.

For a second, Dean wondered if Sir really would uphold his end of the bargain. Maybe he could just whack one off when he got home. Sure it would be greatly disappointing, but he was convinced by then that Sir never intended for him to get off. And if that were the case…

As if on cue, Sir came into the bathroom, with Partner on his heels. Something seemed different about Partner's expression, but Dean found he had no ability to care exactly what was different about it. All he could do was look up at Sir as he approached.

“Lounging out in here, huh?" Sir asked. Something about his voice was also different, but Dean did not care. “A good puppy doesn't slack off."

That did it: if Sir was there to gloat, Dean was not about to have any of it.. At that point, the Dalmatian lifted his hands up, yanking hard at the ring gag inside his mouth. He growled angrily, yanking at it hard as he shook his head. Abruptly, he stood up, the angry growls coming out of his muzzle conveying exactly what he felt as he yanked hard at the strap, trying with all his strength to get it off, trying to—

“Hey, careful!" Partner immediately came up next to Dean, pressing his hands towards the strap and giving them nowhere to pull out to. “You'll knock your teeth out trying to pull it out that way!"

And then, Dean stopped. He noticed that something had changed about Partner's tone: it had not been the playful sadism he had heard throughout the entire past twenty-four hours, but rather his voice held a desperation that Dean had not seen before then. Dean still growled, turning to look at them.

He stopped upon seeing their faces. There, in front of him, he saw concern written in Partner's face. Dean looked up to Sir, seeing the way his eyes shone with tenderness. Dean was sure the rhino could not necessarily raise his eyebrows to denote his concern, but he saw it in the way that Sir's hands gently came to his head and caressed it.

Dean closed his eyes, expecting the script to flip almost immediately. And then he waited… and waited… and nothing else happened, except that he felt himself get pulled close to Sir's chest. He could hear Sir's heartbeat ring in his ears, and he felt Partner's hand slowly stroke his back comfortingly.

“You've been a very good boy through all of this," Sir said. “Exactly as obedient as I thought you'd be…"

And then, Sir stepped back. Dean opened his eyes, and then looked to Partner as he unzipped his pants. There, Partner's cock flopped out, and Dean saw how hard it was. It was the first time Dean had a really good look at it: it was thick, and pulsing with thick veins. Partner's smirk had returned by then, but this time it was more playful.

Dean felt Sir's breath brush against his ear. “Does puppy want to suck?"

All at once, Dean nodded uncontrollably. At this, Sir grinned, before bringing his hands back behind his head and undoing the clasp on the ring gag. Slowly, it came off, and then Sir smiled at him.

“Trust me, knowing his cock, that gag isn't wide enough for it to go in," Sir said. He then turned Dean's head towards the cock before him. “Now suck."

Without saying a word, Dean got on his knees, his muzzle quickly taking in Partner's cock as he started to bob his head up and down on that thick length. All at once, everything overwhelmed him: the heady musk of Partner from what was undoubtedly a few hours of rough, masculine sex, the light pressure Sir applied to his head beckoning him to suck down harder, the way his own cock instantly hardened in the chastity cage, the fact that it had finally resulted in Dean getting what he wanted…

It all overwhelmed him: without having Sir beckon for it, Dean grabbed Partner's waist and began to pull himself on and off of that cock, his pace quickening up on its own.

“Phoo, will ya look at that?" Partner groaned, and Dean felt a hand settle on the back of his head. “Puppy. Is. Thirsty."

“No doubt…" Sir grinned, and then Dean felt another cocktip smack his muzzle gently. “Puppy want—"

But Dean was already moving before Sir could even finish that train of thought. His mouth popped off of Partner's cock, and it immediately sucked on Sir's with need. His hands came up and stroked Partner's cock in the meantime, and Dean could only groan around Sir's cock in his mouth. The Dalmatian began his rapid pace of head-bobbing, and he noticed that the surprise of it all actually got Sir to bend over, letting out a loud groan.

“Fuck!" Sir thrusted back in, with Dean feeling the rhino's large cock hit the back of his throat with no problem. “Damn, this puppy is good at what he does!"

“It's the edging, I think," Partner said. “Because he's such a good boy…"

Sir then began to thrust into Dean's mouth, the thrusts coming in hard and fast. Dean's nose was overflowing with the scent of raw masculine power, and all he could do was whine greedily around that cock as he slobbered all over it. Sir did not even seem to care at the volume of spit landing all around his feet at how messy Dean's sucking was, and neither did Dean at that moment. It was something like this that he had been waiting for literally the entire party, and he would be damned if he did not appreciate the taste of that thick member.

And as he bobbed, Sir got more and more into it. The thrusts began to hit the back of his throat more often, and on a couple of thrusts Sir held his cock deep inside and forced Dean to gag on it. The momentary loss of oxygen brought a thrilling haze into Dean's mind, and in response he only sucked harder. Sir began to cry out at this, his hands coming to both sides of Dean's head and grasping the ears fur purchase. Dean could only continue furiously stroking Partner as the thrusts turned into a proper skullfucking.

But of course, just as soon as it had gotten started Dean found himself getting pulled off. However, when he looked up, he saw Sir panting rather loudly. Clearly they were not trying to deny him anything, and it was as Dean smacked his tongue against the roof of his mouth that he realized he got the slight saltiness of cum lingering on his palate.

“Hoo…" Sir exhaled loudly, sitting back against the faucet. “Damn, kid, I damn near shot a load down your throat."

Dean could only grin at this. “Wouldn't do to have you shoot too early, would it?" he asked immediately.

“It would not," said Sir.

Partner chuckled. “He ain't got the stamina he used to have," the boar replied. “You gotta edge him really carefully to get any results."

Sir grinned, before pulling Dean to his feet again. “Lucky for you, puppy, everyone else in the party has better stamina than I do," he said. “But I'm betting you would like to test that yourself, huh?"

Dean nodded obediently. At this, Sir smirked, before nodding to Partner.

“Then let's give a good obedient puppy what he wants," Partner said, opening the door to the bathroom.

With that, Sir led him out by the collar, tagging him by it. Dean's legs were caught off guard by the sudden motion, but he quickly got into pace behind Sir and Partner. They led him through the hallways of the house back to the main play area. When Dean looked around, he saw that nobody had really moved on to any penetrative acts. It was all cocks out of flies getting stroked gently by everybody else, and anything other than that was something Dean had not been keeping a close eye on.

And so, Sir stamped his foot, and all activity stopped. All eyes went to Dean as Sir pulled down on the collar. The Dalmatian immediately went to his knees, his jaw working as he looked up.

“Well, our little puppy here has been a good boy all weekend, but he's hungry!" said Sir. He then released the collar. “Who wants to feed him?"

With this, Scott was the first to stand up. The shark grinned, his thick cock waving around in front of him as he stepped towards Dean. He looked down at the Dalmatian, grinning as he rubbed the canine's head.

“Ooh, I've been waiting for this," the shark said, his tailfin swinging behind him. “Suck on it, boy."

Dean obeyed with no hesitation whatsoever. His mouth immediately slobbered all over that thick shark cock, with Dean looking up at Scott as he pulled his jacket off. It was then that Dean got a good look at the scales, with the grey arms and the grey face. But it was the white scales of his pecs and stomach that really turned Dean on with how they highlighted the shadows on his body.

Thus, as Dean bobbed his head rapidly, he drew his hands up, letting them explore the shark's torso hungrily. His pawpads pressed against hard scale, tweaked the tough muscle, scratched against those muscles with wild abandon. And all the while, Dean continued to move his head back and forth, leaving Scott to groan as his hand snaked behind Dean's head and helped him on his wild bobbing.

“Damn, this boy is really hungry!" the gruff voice of the gator noted from the side.

“Damn… right…" Scott groaned as he began to buck gently against Dean's mouth. “And he's got… fuck… a good mouth, too…" Dean felt Scott hold his cock inside his mouth for an extended bit, before releasing. “Ah, shit!"

Dean heard footsteps approach from his side, and then a second, stronger hand pulled his head off of Scott's cock. He saw the gator's cock in front of him then, but before Dean could say anything more his head got pulled close to the thick, scaley cock before him.

“Then I don't think he'd mind tasting this," the gator said. “Now be a good boy…"

Dean immediately darted forward, his head bobbing on that cock shamelessly in the same way as before. He kept his hands on Scott's cock, stroking it off as the gator began to thrust in and out of his mouth. Dean simply slobbered on that length, his tongue darting all around it as he gave powerful sucking motions.

This drew a groan out of the gator. “Fuck, you weren't kidding…" With this, the gator grasped Dean's ears, before starting to hump that muzzle with wild abandon. “Fuuuuuck..."

“Hehe…" Almost as soon as the gator had done this, Dean felt Scott pull at his head, and before he knew it he was back on Scott's mouth. “So that's how you want to play it, eh Frank? Lest you forget, I've been the one with eyes all over him."

Dean felt the shark hold his cock within his entire muzzle for effect. This caused Dean to gag on it, but he continued to swallow, hoping that the swallowing motion was enough to keep that cock down there for as long as he could keep it. Dean squeezed his eyes shut, before feeling Scott pull back and thrust in again.

Mid-thrust, though, Dean felt his head get yanked off again, and when he opened his eyes he saw the thickest cock of all before him, and when he looked up he saw the lemur there. “And you are not the one with the biggest cock here," he said. And then, Dean swallowed, looking as his face was angled towards the lemur's cock. “Which is why he will be swallowing me with that muzzle of his."

And with this, the lemur pulled Dean's head down. And here, Dean gagged hard: he felt like his jaw was going to break in half and he was fairly certain the cock cut his airway off, but as his nose met the lemur's crotch, he found once again that he did not care. Dean audibly gagged around the cock, and as he pulled his hands apart he wished that Sir had had the foresight to undo the cuffs on him.

“Daaaaaamn!" Dean heard the mutt's shocked voice from the side. “All in one go."

Dean did not hear the lemur's deep, rumbling chuckle: rather, he felt it as the lemur rubbed the back of Dean's ear. “Yes," the lemur said. “Because he's a good boy."

And with this, the lemur pulled back, before thrusting back in Dean's mouth. He pulled back again, lingering in his muzzle to give Dean a chance to take a deep breath before he went back in, holding himself in that maw and gripping Dean's ear hard. He remained in there, before pulling back and giving two quick thrusts inside of Dean's mouth and holding himself there.

“Fuuuuuck, best muzzle I've had in a long time," the lemur hissed out, before he pulled back again and began a steadier if somewhat slower rhythm of thrusts. “Fuuuuck, I might shoot a load down there soon."

“Well don't do that," Dean heard Partner say. “He's still got an ass to fill, and if I know you you don't settle with just cumming in the mouth."

“Mmph, but this muzzle…" The lemur pulled back, before beginning to thrust faster and faster into Dean's muzzle. “Fuck!"

Dean could barely keep up with the speed of the lemur's thrusts, but as his motions continued Dean found his hands beginning to wander. They ran up the lemur's lean torso, treating them much the same way he had treated Scott's torso earlier, and it was as he played with the lemur's nipples that he found the lemur thrusting faster.

“Aw, shit, gonna… gonna…"

Dean felt Sir lean closer. “Hope you can swallow every drop."

That was all the warning the Dalmatian had before the lemur thrust all the way into his mouth. There, Dean felt cum get dumped straight down his throat. He crew a little dizzy from the inability to breathe, but what he could feel was the stream that filtered into the back of his throat.

The lemur thus pulled back, and it was then that he got to enjoy the salty-bitter taste of the lemur's cum. He sputtered as he struggled to breathe with the clearing of his passage, but remembering Sir's words he continued to swallow as dutifully as he could even with the need to breathe. Somehow he managed to do it, and so he swallowed the rest of the lemur's cum, leaving only a trail of spittle as the lemur slowly pulled him of.

The lemur grinned, gently patting Dean's muzzle. “Damn, what a good boy…"

Dean smiled. He varely had any time to process this, however, for then he felt someone grab his head and turn it.

“Heh." Scott immediately pulled Dean onto his cock, the back of that one hitting his throat as well as he started to thrust madly. “Fuck… I want to unload down your throat so bad…"

Dean whined in need, his hands going back to Scott's torso. He began to swallow harder than he had before, taking the cock all the way to the base as he bobbed his head to meet Scott's thrusts. His hands toured the shark's body again, pinching the shark's fine scales any chance he got. He could tell by the way Scott's thrusts sped up that he was getting ready to blow any second now, all he had to do was wait for the right time…

And then, the shark stilled above him. “Ah fuck, here it… here it… Agh…" He let out a mighty roar as he pulled Dean all the way to the base of his cock, erupting down his throat again. Just like before, Dean lapped it up, swallowing Scott's entire cumshot dutifully as he squeezed his eyes shut and squeezed down on Scott's pecs.

It was then the shark pulled away, and then Dean sat back, taking a second to catch his breath. He did not know exactly how this had come to be, but already he'd been allowed to swallow two separate cumshots, with the encouragement to swallow them. This was what he had been waiting for, and it felt absolutely wonderful.

And then, he felt his knot grind against the chastity cage again, and he instinctively whined.

Partner walked up to Dean immediately, looking down at the Dalmatian as he thrusted against the chastity cage. He noticed this, before gesturing Sir over.

This also drew everyone else's attention. “Heh, I guess ya just gotta lock 'em up sometimes." Dean swiveled his head, noticing the leather deer sitting back in the couch, his own slender erection hard as a rock.

“Gotta keep 'em from jumpin' our bones, ya know?" the rubber deer asked, tilting his head towards the deer whom Dean was convinced was his sibling.

But Sir shook his head as he handed the key to Partner. “Trust me, I don't think there is a single dominant bone in this boy's body," Sir replied.

Dean immediately nodded, but he said nothing more as he watched Partner unlock the padlock on the chastity cage. The whole cage came off in short order, and as soon as it on the floor and away from his sheath Dean sighed in relief. Suddenly, his knot felt free to pop out of his sheath, with nothing there to uncomfortably grind against it. Indeed, the Dalmatian's bulge grew almost immediately: the friction of his now-freed cock against the inside of the suit caused Dean to thrust gently.

The mutt on the couch grinned. “Well damn, that doesn't look too bad there," he said.

“No," said Sir. “But again, I don't think he's got a dominant bone in his body." Sir then came, his hand coming just under the Dalmatian's chin as he slowly lifted him up to his feet. “But that is what we're here for, and I have an idea."

With this, Sir turned to Partner. Dean saw the rhino's teeth glint in the morning light, and as the Dalmatian studied the mirth in his gaze, he felt himself grow harder still. “You did remember to set up the equipment on the bed last night, right?"

Partner grinned, before rubbing his hands together. “Funny you should ask," he said. He then glanced out to everyone else in the party, grinning deviously the whole time. “Shall we take this to the master bedroom?"

Dean nodded profusely, expecting that there was something pleasant waiting for him there that Master and Partner had likely been waiting all party to use on him.

----**----

Dean inhaled nervously as he felt his heel get secured in place. His knees were pushed right up against his chest, his arms were pulled to his sides, his torso was strapped to the bed, and his head had been locked into place. Dean could not move an inch, but Sir had made it a point not to blindfold him so he could still see what was going on around him. Dean tested his arm, but found it tied in place as he worked his hand to try to move it at all.

And then, he looked to the side, to Sir and Partner. Sir stepped back, admiring his handiwork for a second. Dean groaned as he looked up, thrusting the air with his now-freed cock and feeling the cool air of the room brush against his asshole. Dean felt so exposed, but nothing could tamp down the excitement he felt at where he was positioned.

He saw Partner rub his hands. “You think this is a masterpiece or what?" he asked.

“Hell. Yes." Sir then gestured to everyone else in the party, who had gathered around the bed. “Who wants first dibs?"

Dean heard someone rub his hands together, and as Dean looked up he saw Scott crawl onto the bed. He noticed that Scott had stripped down to his harness at some point while he was being tied down to the bed, and the bare pieces of chest he could see drove him wild with desire, so much so that he wiggled against his restraints.

“I've been waiting for this all weekend," he said. “You're damn right I'm going first."

Before anyone could protest, Scott brought his hand up to Dean's ass. He made sure to knead it gently so that the oversmacked ass did not sting as much, but Dean only had a second to process this before he felt a wet, leathery tongue brush up against his entrance. Dean moaned out, his cock twitching at the sensation.

“Ah, fuck!" The Dalmatian pulled against his restraints, trying to move Scott's head in deeper. However, he was so tightly tied down that he could not even move a half an inch. The sensation of pulling so hard but being unable to do anything drove him wild, and all he could do was futiley attempt to buck up into that slippery tongue.

And damn, was it a good tongue! Scott knew just the right way to play with his ass there, from the occasional long drag broken up by shorter drags to the way his tongue ultimately pushed in. His ass appreciated the attention, and Dean found himself trying to push up into it as best he could.

“Mm, nice and musky here…" Scott said. He then grinned, before standing up. Dean could see his face as he rubbed his own cock. “Perfect for this, I gather."

“Then what are you waiting for?" Sir asked. “Fuck him."

And indeed, Scott did not hesitate any longer: he knelt over Dean, and then grinned as he shoved his thick cock all the way into Dean. Dean was surprised how quickly Scott had hilted inside of him, but it only increased the pressure he felt inside of his asshole.

Still, Dean could not complain: this pleasant friction deep within him was what he had wanted the entire time, and he finally, finally had it all to himself. And so, he whined in need, clenching hard around Scott.

“Rff, fuck," Scott said through gritted teeth. “You really wanted this."

He then pulled back, before slamming his cock back deep inside.

“Then fucking take it, boy!"

Without warning, Scott pulled back, and he started a rather fast rhythm of thrusts that went much faster than Dean expected. Still, Dean moaned out loudly, squeezing his eyes shut as he pulled at his restraints. He tried to buck into the thrusts, but the chains around his midsection held him firmly in place as Scott thrusted in and out.

As he felt the shark fuck him rapidly, Dean could only look up, seeing the large man lean over him grinning. Dean could only smile back, before he felt the shark's mouth on his and feeling that leathery tongue press against his. Dean could only respond by pressing back, squeezing his eyes and moaning into that maw as the thrusts increased in speed and intensity.

“Mmph… Mmph…" Dean could only reciprocate, before feeling the mouth pull away, and feeling Scott's thrusts get extra strong. “Aw, fuck…"

“Yeah, boy," Scott said, his mouth moving close to his ear. “Gonna be the first one to… fuck… shoot up there…"

And to this, Dean nodded. “Yeah, daddy," he whispered. “Give it to me…"

Scott growled at this, a very un-aquatic sound to make as he then tensed above him. He gave two more fast, brutal thrusts, before holding himself deep within him. Dean felt something warm and wet fill him up back there: the sensation drew a moan out of him, and a sense of satisfaction he could not have seen anywhere else.

The shark stilled above him, his jagged teeth glinting in the light as he leaned forward. He licked the Dalmatian's nose gently, before slowly pulling out. Dean felt some of the cum gush out of his hole, to which Dean moaned out in need. For as long as Sir had kept him on edge, he needed more, and he wound up bucking against the air.

“Damn, he really wants more," said Scott.

“Well, get in there and give it to him," said Sir. Dean watched as Sir leaned forward and petted him. “After all, he's been such a good boy, right?"

Dean did not know exactly what came over him, but he barked in reply, panting there as he felt the pressure in the bed shift.

“Well, then I'll be one to oblige," the gator replied. Dean saw the gator come close, and after a second he felt a second cock line up to his entrance, this one slightly thicker than before. “This ass looks great from this angle."

And with this, Dean saw the gator's face come into view. He only had time to admire the gator's bare scales before he felt that familiar pressure invade his ass again. Dean let out a soft howl, trying again in vain to press his ass against that cock that entered him as he squealed out. Once again, he attempted to reach for the gator to pull him close, only to sigh in relief when he felt that scaled groin brush up against his ass fur.

He held himself there, exhaling. “Damn, boy, this is a good ass you have," the gator replied. Dean could just see the grin on his face. “Now just lay back, I'll take care of ya."

With this, the gator pulled back. The gator's thrusting was a little more gentle, a little more laid back: however, this drove Dean even more wild. This allowed the Dalmatian to really feel the friction inside of his ass, and the slow treatment really made him want to bust out of his bonds and beckon the gator to go faster. But he maintained the slow pace, and Dean could see him stealing a glance to the side.

“Lookin' good there, babe," the mutt said.

“You should see the other guy," the gator said, gesturing to Dean. “His tongue is flopping all over like a fish on a plate."

The mutt laughed at this. “Again with that?" he asked.

“Well, test it for yourself," the gator said. Dean caught the glint of his devious grin. “After all, you said there was one thing you think you still need…"

Shortly afterwards, Dean felt the bed shift again, and before he knew it an ass with golden fur was pressed right up to his mouth. “You're right," said the mutt. “I think I could put him to use that way."

Sir nodded, leaning close to Dean and rubbing the back of his head. “Go on, boy," Sir said. “Lick it up."

Dean obeyed, his cock once again twitching as he dragged his tongue across the mutt's asshole. He caught the slight hint of other men's cum right along there, but this only drove him more wild. He licked at it hungrily, pulling at his restraints in vain to try to pull the mutt's ass closer.

The mutt moaned above him. “Ah, fuck…"

“Yeah?" The gator leaned closer. “He's treating your hole real good, huh?"

“Oh yeah…" The mutt's ass then leaned closer. “He's just—"

Dean then pressed into the hole before him, his tongue pressing in. This drew an even louder moan out of the mutt, interrupting him mid-sentence as his weight shifted on the bed.

“Yeah, he is," said the gator playfully. He gave a particularly rough thrust in, before returning to his old rhythm. “I think he wants you to touch that rubber, too…"

Immediately, Dean shuddered as a pair of paws began to slowly tease their way up and down his rubber-covered body. Dean had always liked the strange sort of contact rubber made: it was no friction and all pressure, and the sensation of paws moving slowly with just the lightest pressure never grew old. Thus, when the mutt's paws worked over his belly, the Dalmatian could only moan directly into the ass before him, and he struggled even more futilely against the restraints.

Dean tried to lift his torso, but found himself utterly unable to do so, or to even pull his hands up to just grasp the mutt's ass. This thrill of being utterly helpless only increased his state of bliss, and as he began to buck up into the gator's thrusts he found his eyes rolling back in his head.

But of course, all things had to come to an end, and in this regard he sensed that was coming from how the gator's thrusts began to increase in speed. “Ah, fuck…"

“Yeah, Frank," the mutt whispered. “Cum inside him…"

The gator tensed up, and then Dean felt another load get dumped inside of him. He heard the mutt cry out above him, and one of the hands stroking his torso left it for a second. Dean was not sure what that was about, but from the guttural groan the mutt let out he assumed that he had just cum all over his rubber suit. The Dalmatian blinked, pulling back from the mutt's ass slightly.

Soon after, the mutt stepped off, and it was then that Dean got a good look at himself: white fluid had indeed spilled onto his rubber suit, but the angle seemed wrong considering that his own cock remained uncovered in any kind of fluid. He then turned his eyes, seeing the mutt smile as he moved closer, rubbing Dean's face gently.

“Damn, you've got a good tongue there," the mutt commented.

“And an even better ass." Dean hissed as he felt the gator gently grope it. “You are a trooper indeed."

“A trooper indeed, indeed." And then, Dean turned his eyes the other way, seeing the lemur come straight up to his ass. “But it still hasn't taken the biggest cock in this party."

“Nor zhe most." Dean blinked, looking up as the bear in the rubber suit came forward, dragging one of the deer behind him. It was then that Dean noticed the Bear's Slavic accent, and the way he had the deer handcuffed and gagged with a ring gag. “I have my own ideas." He then gestured to the cuffed deer sibling to get in front of Dean. “Get in front of him, little vone."

Partner clapped his hands. “Oh, we're getting a sandwich, then?" he asked, rubbing his hands together. “I can't wait to see how this turns out."

And then, Dean lifted his head, looking as the gator shifted away. The gator helped position the handcuffed deer in front of Dean, and the Dalmatian could only grin in response. The deer responded right back, still dressed up in his rubber suit same as he was, and as they positioned his cock directly at his asshole Dean could hear a light groan work its way out of him.

And then, the deer was in. Of course, he wound up staying put, and as Dean watched, the bear moved behind him. Dean watched as the deer above him tensed and tried to pull his hands out of the handcuffs, and then he watched as the imposing bear pressed his torso against the deer's back.

He then grinned at Dean. “Enjoy, little doggie." He winked, before pulling back and thrusting into the deer.

The thrust was so strong that Dean certainly felt it in how the deer above him bucked into the thrust. The deer's moan was forced straight out of the ring gag in his mouth, and all he could do was go along for the ride as the bear fucked him. Of course, the strong thrusts shoved the deer's cock right into Dean's ass, and soon Dean found the deer's torso right on top of his own, his muzzle mere inches from the deer's nose.

Dean felt a hand rub the back of his head, seeing another hand also dart behind the deer's head. “Go on…" Dean glanced to the side, seeing the leather dear standing by, his own jacket opened up and with his pants lying somewhere by the door. “I know you want to…"

The deer's tongue pressed past the ring gag. Dean felt so good that any will to protest had just vanished out of the building, and all he could do was dart his own tongue out, meeting the rubber deer's tongue halfway as he tried (and failed) to angle his head forward.

“Hehe… That's good pair of boys there." A loud smack resounded, and the rubber deer moaned into the tonguing as the thrusts that he was forced to do into the Dalmatian picked up in speed and intensity. The bear leaned back, licking the back of the rubber deer's neck before pulling back up and kissing the back of his head. “Now go on, little deer. Fuck him well and good."

Dean looked back as the rubber deer broke the kiss, and saw that the bear had stopped moving. Still, the thrusts kept coming: he looked to the deer inside him, seeing him grunt with some effort as he moved his hips between both Dean's ass and the bear's cock. The canine grinned, before swallowing a lump in his throat as he felt his head get turned. There, another cock was visible to him, this one from the leather deer who stood by the side of the bed.

Without thinking, Dean opened his mouth, closing it around that length as he started sucking on it. This drew a moan out of that one, and prompted Dean to try to pull his hands away from his restraints.

Not long after this, however, the deer thrusting into his ass tensed above him, and then Dean heard as the deer's groans increased in pitch and volume. The bear seemed intent on encouraging this, smacking the deer's ass loudly as he leaned close.

“Go on, little deer," the bear said. “Do it…"

And then, the deer within him tensed, and Dean felt that familiar warmth flood his insides once again. The deer above him all but collapsed on him, but this only egged both the other deer and the bear on. Dean was fairly certain that the rubber deer had not finished his orgasm, before the bear forced him out of Dean's cock. With this done, the bear wedged himself in immediately, thrusting in quickly and taking up a punishing pace almost immediately.

All Dean could do was moan around the cervine cock in his mouth. However, he found he could barely do that before the cervine gripped his ears roughly, using them as leverage to thrust into that canine maw with increasing urgency. Dean's struggles grew stronger, and he finally was able to make a little headway on moving even a little as he pushed back against the bear's thrusts. As soon as he was meeting the bear's thrusts to his liking, he pressed his tongue against the cock in his mouth, sucking harder.

That did it: the cervine let out a loud cry, before he held himself deep within Dean and unleashing his cum down the canine's throat. He stayed there, Dean swallowing every last drop as he bucked in another time. “Fuuuuck…"

Dean sensed things were not quite over, however, for then the bear picked up the speed of his thrusts as he grunted above Dean. “Ah…" he grunted. He then sped up, not saying anything much as his thrusts picked up speed.

It was after the bear roared that he felt the bear's warmth join everybody else back there. The deer popped out of the canine's cock just in time for Dean to be able to turn his head back to watch the spectacle. It was indeed a spectacle, with the way his teeth showed and his muscles tensed as he shot his load deep into the Dalmatian: Dean tightened his ass around the bear once, grinning up at him as he came down from his climax.

Dean exhaled, looking up as the bear pulled off. Of course, as the bear crawled away, Dean watched as the lemur crawled up without missing a beat. He breathed in, looking down at the lemur's cock again as he watched it grow close.

“Hm, I think Stan was right," the lemur said. He chuckled deeply. “You will be the one with the most cock in him, after all this."

“And he's still got one more to go after you," Sir said.

This caused Dean to twitch where he was: of course Sir would not end the party without cumming in him at all! The Dalmatian rather wondered why Sir was not getting in there sooner, or indeed why Partner was being so passive about it.

That, at least, was Dean's thought, which was abruptly cut off by the feel of the lemur's thick cock head pressing up against his ass. “Then I best get to it, huh?"

And with this, the lemur slowly thrusted in. Dean grit his teeth as he slid in: he was not kidding about having the biggest cock of the party, and as it slid in Dean could really feel the girth of it almost splitting him open. Still, after it went in a few inches, the pleasurable friction returned, and the pleasure started to override the pain very quickly.

But the lemur kept going, and then Dean whined as he felt the cockhead work its way past a spot deep within him that prompted him to clench hard. Dean was not certain if any other cock had ever reached this far inside him, but the lemur stopped, and Dean could see he was not even all the way in. Still, the lemur grinned, before pulling back and beginning to thrust in and out.

Dean moaned out loud at this, but the lemur surprisingly kept the pace rather slow for him. Eventually, Dean looked up, and realized that the lemur's gloves were still on. As they made their way up to Dean's face, he saw the lemur grin, right as he smelled leather come straight up to his muzzle.

“Suckle on them, boy…" the lemur commanded.

Dean wasted no time: he craned his neck forward, sucking on the leather-clad fingers gently. Their taste and texture drew a moan out of Dean, and it only amplified the buzz that had taken over his entire being. He could only moan louder, clenching around that cock regularly as the gloved hands worked their way over his tongue and his nostrils.

“That's a good boy…" The lemur only leaned closer at this, and Dean felt that cock work its way in deeper and deeper, going in further as Dean only concentrated on the leather.

The lemur hit that spot again, but this time he managed to push past it. Dean groaned around the fingers, and it was after this that he felt the lemur's hips come flush with his ass. Dean had never felt so full in his life, and the sensation was almost enough to make him cum right then and there.

However, it was the lemur who tensed up first, squeezing his eyes shut as he shoved his fingers down Dean's throat. Dean gagged hard on those fingers, but the lemur's quiet grunting told Dean everything as he felt the familiar warmth reach deeper than it ever had inside of him. He found himself squeezing his eyes shut, the taste of leather dominating his tongue as he found himself short of breath from the positioning of the fingers.

And then, the lemur pulled out of his ass. “Mm, a very good puppy indeed." Dean then sputtered lightly as the fingers retreated from within his muzzle. “You know how to pick them."

Sir nodded, before grinning. Sir then came into view, before grinning as he unhooked Dean's heels from where they were. Dean groaned at the feeling: the haze in his mind lessened slightly upon feeling this, and as he felt Partner unhook his wrists he began to move freely. However, his limbs felt like lead, and anything they could do was only done through half-tired motions. Thus, it made it easy when Partner undid the last restraint and Sir flipped him onto his hands and knees.

And then, he felt his tail get lifted up, exposing his hole to Sir. “Hehe, you are one messy puppy back there," he said. “Ooh, I am going to enjoy this."

Dean groaned. Anything else he could say, however, was interrupted by Partner's cock making its way back into his muzzle. The boar gently pet Dean, working that thick length into his maw as he groaned. “I bet you puppy has been waiting for this all weekend." Partner than leaned close. “Isn't that right, puppy?"

Dean moaned around the cock in his mouth. With this, he felt the tip of Sir's cock brush against his asshole. “Then I better not keep him waiting," Sir replied. “Here's your reward, puppy…"

And then, the final cock of the day went in: Sir's thrust was surprisingly fast. It felt like nothing given how much the lemur's cock had stretched it beforehand. It made Sir's rather intimidating size slide right in with no problem, and before long Sir's hips were flush with his.

Dean moaned into the cock around him. Sir gently kneaded his ass, enjoying the feel of the cum-filled ass surrounding his cock. He then smacked Dean's ass once, making the Dalmatian jolt where he was as he pulled back and began to thrust.

“Heh, you've been such a good boy, puppy," Sir said, rubbing the ass gently. “Let me give you your reward…"

And with this, Sir began to thrust into that sloppy, cum-filled hole slowly. Partner reciprocated in kind, the boar holding Dean's head in place as the slow thrusts continued. However, unlike every previous partner, Dean shuddered as he felt Sir's bare hand wrap around his own neglected length. It was only then that he realized just how wet it was: even without the mutt's cum on it, Dean had apparently been leaking so much even he had not realized it despite having a good vantage on it the whole time. He nearly came right then and there, but he managed to hold it in: Sir had probably been looking forward to this all weekend, and he did not want to spoil the fun by cumming too early.

And so, Sir and Partner continued their gentle thrusting. Only Sir really amped up the pace in any way, but when he did Dean barely noticed, it was so slight. All the Dalmatian could do was come along for the ride, and as the ride continued he found himself moaning around that cock. And the sensation around everything was indescribably wonderful: the tingling in his limbs, the haze that entered his mind, the taste of cock on his mouth, the pressure in his back end as Sir fucked him gently, the pressure of the hand stroking his own long-neglected cock over time…

It all became too much: he felt his balls begin to bunch up right by where Sir was stroking his length. He started to whine around Partner's cock, his eyes squeezed shut.

“Do we let him?" Partner asked.

But Sir gently patted Dean on the ass. “Cum, puppy," he said. “You earned it."

As if on cue, Dean's entire being shuddered, and he shot out thick ropes of seed onto the bedsheets below. Dean was more surprised by the sheer volume he produced than anything else: he had never shot so much in his life, and as he expended his cumshot on the bed below he felt his legs and arms give out from the shuddering of pleasure.

This forced both Sir and Partner to adjust, but he did not have to wait long: their climaxes came shortly afterward, and while Partner pulled out to cum all over Dean's back Sir opted to stay inside, filling his ass with yet another load of cum. Dean was not certain, all he could feel as he laid on the bed and let his tongue loll out of his muzzle was a general pleasurable post-climax buzz, and it was so much more intense than he had ever felt in his life.

Dean stayed in this haze, and all he was aware of was a series of hands massaging all over his rubber suit. Dean only smiled at this, remaining still as the buzz slowly began to peel away. He was not aware of how much time had passed: time had no meaning in this state of bliss that he was in, and as he laid there he thought of what it would take to induce this again.

Eventually, he was aware of Sir patting him on the back, leaning in close and kissing him on the cheek. “Hey there, pup," he said. “You alright?"

“Yeah…" Dean was surprised by how hoarse his voice was: he had not really spoken much across the whole weekend, so to hear his voice as creaky as it was shocked him somewhat. Still, the shock was not enough to overcome the state of bliss, and so he looked up. “I just…" And then he exhaled.

Sir nodded, kissing him on the cheek again. “Had a good time?" he asked.

“The best…" Dean replied.

Sir nodded, before pulling Dean into his lap. The Dalmatian complied, and then he found himself leaning back against Sir, seeing practically the rest of the party gaze on at him as he felt Sir's hand pet up and down his torso.

“Good, because you were a good boy," said Sir. He then rumbled deeply in his chest, patting Dean on the chest.

Dean saw Scott stand up, rubbing his muscles as he looked at everyone else. “I dunno about you, but I think this is a sign to wind things down a bit, isn't it?" he asked.

“Yeah," the mutt agreed. He sighed. “It is Sunday afternoon, after all."

Partner nodded. “Then I guess we better get you lot cleaned up and sent on your way," he said. He then turned to Dean, his thumb searching for the zippers on the rubber suit. “Here, lemme start by helpin' you out of that."

With this, Partner pulled the zipper down, and Dean felt the cool air brush over his chest.

IV. Epilogue

The shower water was cooler than Dean would normally have liked: it was just a few degrees away from freezing cold, and he was generally not a fan of showering or bathing in cold water at all, especially not for a protracted period of time.

However, in this case he found he had no cause to worry: he had been so hot inside of that rubber suit that any amount of cold hitting his body was welcome. As the cool water ran down his fur and washed the almost full day of sweat that had accumulated, he felt refreshed again, and perhaps not as filthy as he must have been earlier.

And of course, in him with the shower was Sir and the lemur. They both worked the shampoo into the fur all over his body, and as they did so Dean could only moan. Their hand motions were far from the rough motions he had gotten to know over the past day, kneading gently into his muscles and loosening the tightened limbs. Dean had to say that it felt wonderful to have such strong hands treat him so delicately, especially since he knew what they were capable of.

Still, Dean winced slightly as Sir worked his thumbs into his ass. The rhino tilted his head down, his neck tightening as Dean let out a soft hiss. “Damn, I really did a number on this, didn't I?"

“Y-yeah, you did," Dean replied. “Fuck, I wasn't gonna be sitting right for a week even before I got tied to the bed and fucked."

“Well that's hardly fair," the lemur replied. “And here I was hoping I broke it first."

Dean watched as the lemur patted his now-flaccid cock before him. Even now, the lemur's cock was impressive as anything, and even soft it was still one of the biggest cocks Dean had ever seen. Dean guessed this made for good pornstar work: as he had discovered when getting into the shower with him earlier, Dom had been involved in BDSM porn work for an early part of his life. He had retired from that several years before, but he clearly still had what it took to make the boys cry out in pleasure for certain, and Dean wondered how many other boys were lucky enough to have been christened by his cock before that party.

“You know the rules here, Dom," Sir replied. “I'm the first one to break ass." He then worked the shampoo into the fur on Dean's ass, being careful not to go too deep. “Just let me know if it hurts unbearably, okay?"

“O-okay…" Dean nodded, the Dalmatian sighing in relief. Sir had been much, much more gentle ever since the ring gag had come off, and it was such a contrast from how Sir had conducted himself across the entirety of his stay there that he wondered if the rough, sadistic sir he knew was just in the sex parties. Of course the application of shampoo to his ass still stung like nobody's business, but at least it was not being intentionally agitated.

Thus, when Sir stood back up, Dean found himself leaning against him, sighing as he felt Dom finish up lathering his front. “I think that should do it," Dom replied, slapping his hands together. “Shall we get back to the others?"

With this, Sir reached for the faucet, turning the water off. Dean let out a disappointed squeal as the water stopped hitting his body, but sighed as soon as he felt Sir's towel on his back.

“Let's," said Sir. He then looked down to Dean. “You don't mind going out in the nude, do you?"

Dean shrugged. “Well, they've already all fucked me, so I guess it makes no difference now," he said, chuckling at the end of it.

“Good boy." Sir gently patted Dean's shoulder. “Now, let's get you all dried up."

And with this, he rubbed the towel into Dean's fur, drying out the water with slow, deep motions.

----**----

“So you actually came from West Virginia?"

“Old Thurmond. Came down with my stepfamily about three quarters of a year back. And then left 'em a bit into when we moved."

“Oh. I guess they didn't approve."

“Most of it didn't. But the one that mattered stayed around, and now… Heh, well, here I am."

“Here he is indeed, in the company of people that care about 'im."

Dean nodded. The mutt and the gator were seated next to him on the couch, and both of them were buck naked. Scott had pulled the Dalmatian close at hand, and this left the bear and the two deer brothers close by. All three of the others had pulled a chair up to them, and they had their attention squarely on Dean as he leaned back against the nude shark behind him.

“Yep." The gator leaned back, flexing his arm. He grinned down at the mutt resting against his chest. “Ever since then, Derek and I have been doing really wonderfully for ourselves. And we've just been exploring since, you know?"

“Yeah." Derek leaned back, his golden-brown ears twitching as he nuzzled the gator's chest. “Thank you for not making me be the pup there, Frank. I don't think I could've taken it."

“Yet." The first of the deer siblings lifted a finger in the air. “We'll find a way, Derek, trust me!"

The other deer sibling and the bear laughed at this, to which Derek frowned. Dean could feel Scott roll his head behind him, before leaning forward.

“Now, now, that's enough," Scott said. “He'll be ready when he's ready, but not a moment before."

The bear shrugged. “You are no fun, Scott," he said, the thick Russian accent still surprising Dean.

“Oh, I'm fun, Stan," Scott replied, shifting the position of his leg. “But I'm fun within reason." He then leaned close to Dean, affectionately nibbling at the Dalmatian's ear as he rubbed his hand through his fur. “God, you're so cute."

Dean blushed at this, but found he did not mind this. He thus pulled himself closer to Scott, letting out a soft whine as he pulled close. He then glanced to the kitchen, noting the time. He realized it was almost Sunday afternoon, and as his mind thought of what else he had to do he sighed.

“I think I'm going to have to go soon," Dean said, looking at the clock.

The deer siblings nodded, with the shorter one tapping his hoof against the floor. “Yeah, I hear ya on that," he said. “I think we're all gonna start headin' out soon no matter where we are."

The bear nodded, turning to the taller sibling. “You got my number so ve can play again, da?" he asked.

“Oh yeah, sugar," the taller deer replied, flicking his white tail to and fro. “It was real fun takin' it from ya."

And here, the shorter deer rolled his eyes. “Am I gonna have to get a noise blocker for you two?" he asked.

“Depends on vether it vill vork." With this, the bear slipped the shorter deer a shit-eating grin that drew a coy chuckle out of the taller deer.

Dean chuckled as well, before looking up at Scott. “And you'll be at one of these things again, right?" he asked.

“Yup," Scott replied. “We go way back, the three of us. I've never missed one of these things for the world, so you'll see me again."

Dean nodded, happy to hear this. He then looked up, exhaling gently as he heard Scott's heartbeat in his ear again. And as he did, he saw Sir and Partner walk into his view.

“You thinking of leaving soon?" asked Sir.

Dean nodded. “I just want to go home and sleep now," he said.

“Heh, I don't blame ya, kid," Partner replied. He then smiled, before walking along and smiling. “Shall we get you clothed?"

And Dean nodded, squeezing Scott's wrist gently. “See you next time," Dean replied.

In response, the shark winked, his hand gently squeezing back. “Same, kid," he said. “You be a good boy out there."

Dean nodded, before he proceeded to pull himself off of Scott's torso.

----**----

Dean stood at the door of the house, with his fly still open. Sir stood at the door, with Partner hanging just behind.

Sir bowed his head forward, his horn positively shining in the light. “I don't know what your pack will say to coming back," Sir replied. “But, if you want to, the offer to return is always there."

Dean nodded, smiling as he thought back to everything. Sure, it had been hard, but that orgasm at the end had been entirely worth every little struggle Dean had along the way. Sure, it was going to hurt to sit for a week, but he knew every time he did he would think back to what had happened at that house, and he would wish he would be back there. Anything else he had felt in this situation paled in comparison to what Sir and Partner had pulled him through, and Dean for one wanted the next one to start almost the next day.

But Dean did not voice all of this. Instead, he nodded, before blushing and nodding. “Y-yeah, I'd like that," he said.

“Good," said Sir. He then patted Dean's groin, and there the Dalmatian whined at the chastity cage that Partner had affixed there as he was getting dressed. “Then remember: we have the only key to that. We'll unlock it when it's time."

Dean nodded. With that confirmation, Sir pulled him close, and then gave Dean a gentle kiss on the lips. The Dalmatian could not help bringing his hand up to Sir's cheek, rubbing it affectionately. He held on to the sensation, before Sir pulled back and squeezed Dean's hand.

“Don't be a stranger, now," Sir said. “And be a good boy."

Partner waved at Dean, to which Dean waved back. With this final gesture, Sir smiled, and with a final nod he closed the door behind him and retreated back into the house.