Ryan had done this a million times before. Whether alone, when his housemates are still in the house, or in worse circumstances requiring a shut door and a panicked fuss as soon as said door was knocked on, it would hardly be the first time.

But tonight was different. Only one of his old, currently sleeping roommates, whom of which had relocated to a different room in their small house entirely, was home. Everyone else had gone off for the week for one reason or another. He knew he wouldn't be interrupted at all. And he could take as much time as he wanted to do whatever he pleased, as long as he was quiet and discreet enough to not awake the sole danger to his plans. It was now, or never... Or just another long wait for such an opportunity.

Wasting no time at all in closing his door for the night, the short, stout rottweiler quickly made his way to his bed immediately afterwards, going straight to his knees and reaching right underneath his mattress. With all privacy he had normally, or the lack thereof, it was hard to find any sort of good hiding spot for anything he wanted to keep to himself; After all, with such a small room and a decent quantity of nosy people constantly going in and out of his self-admitted personal space, where do you hide much of anything but in the most obvious spot? It's worked so far, at least. Maybe a bit too well... Despite his constant fumbling and deepest reaches he could manage, the poor, frustrated dog couldn't seem to find what he was looking for at all. After several minutes of searching and silent cursing, the rottweiler gave up and pulled away, standing back up with an angry pout on his face.

That is, until Ryan looked straight at the mattress itself. Much to his surprise and absolute horror, the leathery, zippered case he had been searching for was smack near the middle of his bed, right by his pillows! How long had they been there!? And more importantly, did anyone see or look through it? Completely mortified at the possibilities, the panicked dog almost leapt towards the case to inspect it, unzipping it fast enough to almost pull the zipper right off. Fortunately, a quick glance over the contents put the nervous canine at ease, now wagging his tail in excitement as he looked at the set of dual-ended sounding rods before him. Five rods of varying width, all perfectly tucked into their respective holding spaces, clean as ever, and covered with the plastic flap coming from the case's base.

"H'okay! Phew! Everything's just how I left it... I must've gotten ahead of myself or something! I'd never leave these out like this." Ryan spoke, still somewhat bewildered by the situation. For now, it could be brushed aside. It's not like he'd be able to ask anyone else about it either, considering how much of a secret it was supposed to be in the first place.

Removing two rods from the set, sitting inbetween the second smallest width and the largest of the set, Ryan closed the case and zipped it back up, setting it aside for later while he started to eagerly strip down until he was nude, leaving his clothing on his bed before sitting down in the chair he had in front of his desk. He could easily handle one of the sizes he had picked out: A 7–8mm rod, but the other one was something he rarely got a chance to use: Another rod sitting at a somewhat intimidating 9–10mm. The latter of the two rarely saw any use, considering the chubby rott' barely ever got time to stretch himself out to fit even the smaller end of it. But tonight would be a whole different story entirely. He had more than enough time to himself to take his time, savor the feeling of it all, and maybe... Just maybe...

"10mm... Oooooh! Just thinking about it...!" He whined in delight, unable to keep his erection down any longer. It was time, and both Ryan and his growing manhood knew it. He raised a digit to his mouth and poked it inside, slathering it in saliva and drool before pulling it right back out, leaving a thin strand of saliva between his lips and the edge of his pawpad. As he brought it down to his steadily rising tip, he brought the sound up to where he finger had been moments before, except choosing to sloppily lather his tongue all over the smaller end, leaving it completely covered in saliva by the time he had finished rubbing his finger over the entrance to his shaft. The rottweiler hated to admit (To himself, anyway) that he'd be much better off with proper lube, but hiding something like a set of sounding rods was already hard enough... He couldn't imagine trying to add a bottle of lube on top of that.
But that thought quickly slipped away once he brought the cool tip of the rod to the tip of his cock. Even as easily as he could take both sides of this particular sound, it never became any less pleasant or pleasurable to finally start. Anyone could deduce that from the growing face of pleasure on the dog's face as the smooth, steel rod finally made entry and made its way down Ryan's urethra.

"Ah-Ahh! It's definitely been a while since I last did this. Gotta... O-Oh! Better take it slow." Despite his own words, Ryan had already inserted the rod all the way to the smooth transition of the steel. He had a good couple of inches to his name down there, but even with that, the metal object had already made its presence known just a ways above his crotch. With lust and pleasure growing and growing within him, it was only a matter of seconds before the dog realized he was already starting to bottom out, with just the tip of the sound sticking out of his cockhead.
Glancing down at his crotch, the slightly pudgy rottweiler whined a little. "W-Wait, I already got most of it in? I barely even noticed after I started sliding it down! Oh, well... I mostly wanted to stretch it out for the other one anyway..." Ryan couldn't help but spare a glance towards the other tool in question, eyeing the thicker rod with mixed emotions. On one hand, it felt so much better to use the 9mm size. On the other hand, he couldn't help but feel a feeling of emptiness whenever he did use it, as the 10mm side of that same sound would just bump into the opening of his shaft, too thick to go in fine on its own. It was a strange sensation of half-empty and half-full; One that would only serve to encourage hasty and dangerous decisions in his lust-addled state in the past. Thinking on it now, a mental note was made to try and keep his libido in control... Not being able to think straight with something like this? Not on the high-end of priorities, for sure.
And yet...

With the first, thinner rod already being pushed out of his body naturally, the noticably hornier and excited dog was already reaching for the thicker one! At least by now, as he pulled the previous out so that it wouldn't eject out of his dick, it was followed by a glob of precum, which meant two things for Ryan: One, natural lube! And two, that the inside of his member was getting some much needed lubrication as well. Perfect for the noticably larger object making its way for the horndog's urethra, ever so slightly left gaping from the previous intruder that had been there just moments prior. Normally, Ryan would've bitten his lip in a mix of anticipation, nervousness, and a failure to contain his own excitement. As it currently stood, he was licking his lips instead... He knew he had time. And lots of it. This would finally be the time he could enjoy himself, instead of rushing to hit an orgasm in time. As soon as he set down the 7–8mm down on his desk, all hands were on deck.

And so, with a small bump, some rubbing along the entrance to spread the pre, and a little tiny bit of force, the rounded tip of the sound went in. The now-panting dog could immediately feel the protrusion inside of him, reaching down with his free paw to gently rub the underside of his length, pressing in slightly to feel the subtle bulge the metal rod was making. The thought on its own would've been enough to get Ryan going, but the feeling? Completely out of this world.

"It's sssssooooo.... G-Good~!" He squeaked, only barely remembering to keep his voice down. With the new, thicker rod slowly sinking deeper down his dick, with his other finger following along.
"Hhh... Ah, t-there it... There it is~" was all that escaped his lips once the rottweiler felt the very familiar bump against the tight hole leading into his urethra. With the shorter end now fully inserted, Ryan was met with the feeling he had become so accustomed to by now: Feeling just barely empty-handed with having his length feel so full, yet having a strange emptiness from not being able to get the entire thing deeper. He had tried to fit the other end to alleviate this before, but he could never take his time, so any attempts he managed always fell short or ended with a minor, sore pain that lasted the rest of the day. Sure, the rods had a tapering bit where they changed sizes, but the taper for these in particular were rather sudden, so slowly stretching his hole was hard to do... Especially in such a rush.
Even so, with the current circumstances, he couldn't help but shiver. Would it still hurt? What if he got too antsy and forced it? He couldn't help but let his mind race, and pulling out entirely had crossed his mind too. But a chance like this didn't come very often for him. He knew that. With a small sigh, Ryan shook his head and steeled himself. "Let's just... I'll see where it goes."

Taking a firm grip on the thick end of the sound, Ryan began to pull it back out, letting the entire thing slide out with a soft coo. Almost immediately following its exit was a large glob of precum, providing more than enough to work with as the smaller end glided back in with ease, offering no resistance thanks to the newfound lubrication and previous accomodation. It took no time at all to get right back to where he was, except now there was a sizable ring of his fluid surrounding the tapering midsection of the rod. Taking his shaft in one hand, and readjusting his grip on the sound in the other, Ryan began to slowly push, feeling a slight discomfort as the head of his length was ever so slightly pushed downward with the growing pressure. Every time the rottweiler felt a little pain from what he thought was pushing too forcefully, he'd quickly release the pressure and pull out just a bit before going back in, repeating the process constantly. Much to his dismay, he felt as if no progress was being made at all, and that he was just going to hurt himself again. It didn't help that his erection was fading from the repeated bits of pain he was experiencing. But little did he realize that every time he would push back, he could go just the tiniest amounts deeper as the entrance of his urethra was slowly stretching out to accomodate the large insertion. Even so, the dog stayed determined enough to press on, hoping that pulling out to allow more precum before going back in would help alleviate both issues of progress and hurting himself.

Just as Ryan was about to give up, something happened. Whether it be the extra lube, or the way he was slightly pushing and twisting his cock and its head against the rod, or how he was unknowingly making tiny stretches of his opening, he felt something new. At first, it was painful, and he worried that he might've done some actual harm to himself. But in the next moment, he could see the rod sliding deeper into him, and a strange mix of pleasure, pain, and lust hit him all at once. Left with his mouth agape, Ryan could find no words or sounds to express the feelings he was experiencing, and how invigorated his libido was getting as he saw something that turned him on far more than anything had done to him before: Watching the "10" on the thicker end of the rod, labelling the size, slowly slide further into him until the labelling vanished into his cock. On top of all of this, his nerves were completely all over the place down below, making him beyond sensitive to the touch and making him make a lengthy pause in his antics to just breathe and collect himself once more.

"I-I-It—It's i-innnn...! It's r...really in! Ohhhh fuuu..." were all he could murmur to himself during the whole thing. As it currently stood, the decreasing amounts of pain he felt when he moved the rod at all were keeping him soft, but the whole feeling was conflicting with how he could feel the rod poking into depths beyond his length, seeing as how there was less cock to go through while he was slightly flaccid. After what felt like a century to him, Ryan finally mustered enough courage (and lust) to start moving the rod again, feeling only a little discomfort as it slid deeper into him. However, with his current position and the angle of his insertion, it wasn't long before he bottomed out, with the majority of the thick half of the sound still sticking out of his tip. It still hurt somewhat to move it, but that pain was almost completely pushed aside by the excitement and enjoyment from the sounding rod pushing into previously unexplored depths—almost like an itch you couldn't scratch finally being gone. Ryan couldn't stop himself at this point even if he wanted to. He was absolutely sensitive to a touch down below, and he was finally gliding the long rod in and out with some minor effort as lube barely managed to seep out each time the rod was pulled back. The whole experience was getting him off far more than previous sessions or regular masturbation had ever done before, but he didn't want it to end now.

That was the plan, but as the rottweiler started to slump and lean in his chair, he felt the sound slide past one part of his anatomy and into something even deeper, causing him to completely lose his grip and let out a loud gasp as his entire length clenched and pulsated as if it wanted to release on the spot.
"G-GAHAHH~! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fucckkk...!"
He was completely taken back by the feeling, but he wanted more. In that single moment, his body had already naturally pushed the sound back out from where it had gone into, but Ryan quickly took it back into his grip, and got up his chair until he was half-way sitting down. He kept adjusting the angle he was pushing in, pulling out and going back in to try and get back into that passage, until he finally got back where he wanted. The horny dog almost had a repeat of the first time, quivering and losing strength in his digits again, but he opted to place a single finger on the tip of the rod. With his cock pointed downwards towards the seat of his chair, he began to very slowly sit, keeping one arm on one of the rests for extra support.

He could feel every tiny little bit of the rod bore deeper and deeper into him. He wasn't too familiar with his own anatomy, as he never paid much attention to anything that would've told him about it, but all he knew was that it felt good and that was all that mattered. Was it going into his bladder? Was he directly pressing into his prostate? It didn't matter, and he the tip of his dick was almost about to touch his chair as well. Panting and becoming a slave to his lust, Ryan made a decision. One that he felt like he would remember this day for the rest of his life. He started rising again, but he quickly placed his finger right back on the very tip of his steel invader, most of which was barely even poking out at all. In fact, it was so far in already that the rounded tapering end of the rod was already disappearing into his own tip, finally letting his stretched out hole close up a little as precum freely gushed out around it. The feeling of his own juices on his finger made his lust-driven choice even easier to make. With a drawn out gasp, Ryan pushed it back in, making sure to firmly place the tip of his finger onto his cock. But he didn't want to stop there... He slowly adjusted his position again to make sure that the rod was still going smoothly without any pain, but allowing him to at least sit in his chair, even if it was at a slight lean. (Though you could probably mistake it for a slump if you saw him this way.) Through the underside of his shaft, he managed to push the rod even further, finally clearing out from the head of his member and proceeding fully into the rest of his urethral passage. By now, he was definitely pushing or rubbing up against some extremely sensitive spots within himself, causing him to buck his hips and clench down within. He was becoming sweaty all over, but his entire crotch was getting the worst (or best?) of it. The inside of his thighs were completely soaked in the sweat radiating off his balls, and it left the rottweiler with his tongue hanging out, still panting harshly like it was a hot summer day.

Continuing with his reckless abandon for any safety he had practiced before, Ryan continued to push the entire rod deeper into himself through the defined bulge in his length, choosing to draw it out with a very slow progression so he could savor every minute of the drool-inducing experience. With the pain from stretching out his entrance gone, his length could finally harden again, coming to full mast and throbbing, leaking, and begging for attention within seconds. His renewed erection had unintentionally allowed the sound to push up as the fingers he was using to guide it down ended up in a different spot, but the rod had steadily begun its descent once more immediately afterwards. By this point, he had already gotten it well past half his length, and that's when something different happened.

He could feel something else inside of him get pushed into, and the steel rod he had been inserting into himself started gliding into the newfound, open space in his body. He couldn't speak straight anymore, even to himself, but his thoughts raced nonetheless.
'Did it go into my bladder? Somewhere else? It feels so good... And its getting opened so wide by the rod! I don't want this to ever end...~`
However, his cock was only so long, and it only had so much of a passageway to be in. That's when Ryan realized that he might have made a mistake. The shaft that was previously keeping its angle before suddenly sprung back up to its expected position. It was as if the massive rod that had gone down it was completely gone. Even Ryan, with his complete disregard to know anything about the inner workings of his body, knew that this was bad. The entire rod had cleared his shaft and had now wedged itself into his deeper workings, trying to push up into the only easily available place: His bladder. If it got up into there, he would be in all kinds of trouble. Not just with himself, his housemates, or the embarassment he'd get from them or the hospital if he had to go to one, but especially his personal well-being.
It was almost impossible to completely focus on any of that, though! Even in his perilous situation, it all felt so amazing! With his mind all over the place and still sporting a massive, drooling erection, the rottweiler almost wanted the rod to go all the way! His numerous out-of-this-world fetishes certainly didn't help with his decision-making skills, either... But even despite all of that, perhaps his body was able to read the situation a lot better than his mind was currently doing. He could still feel its place inside of his body, and he was even preventing it from pushing even further into himself by any means he could through his skin. But he couldn't quite feel the bottom, furthest inserted point of the sound. But desperate times call for desperate measures, as they say.

Quickly bringing his only free hand to his face again, the dog completely lathered two of his fingers in saliva before quickly bringing them down to his exposed rear, right under his tail. He rubbed all over his hole and tried to relax as much as he could for at least a moment before plunging into the depths of his ass. Through his anal walls, he could get a better feel of the rod lodged inside of him, much to his relief. But it was still a matter of getting it back out... He could just at least keep it from going too much deeper and past the point of no return. Maybe.

"Nnnn.... Note to s-selffff... M-M-Make. Make an emer... Guooohhh jeez... Make an emergency plan... Next t-time." He murmered to himself, almost wanting to curse everything relating to himself and his sex drive for getting himself into this situation.

He kind of blinded pushed it into himself this far, so he didn't have much of a plan besides trying to push it back out the way it came the best he could through the fingers lodged into his asshole, but he didn't really have much luck. The thought of trying to push it out like he was trying to take a number one briefly crossed his mind, as well as trying to clench to get it out, but the potential risk of pulling it further inside was too big of a risk in Ryan's eyes. He knew that his best bet was trying to push it out through whichever parts of his body he could feel it through. Much easier said than done, however. His mind was still cloudy from how much pleasure he was in, and his body was still steadily leaking precum and maybe even some actual cum the entire time. Ryan wanted to reach down and just rub one out right then and there, but he knew that something like that would seal the deal. He had to resist his urges and keep trying to get the rod out of there. Some attempts were more painful than others as the rod pushed and bumped into several different things than where the dog wanted it to go, but at least they had the effect of making him a less horny each time, even if only by mostly negliable amounts.

After what felt like an eternity of adjusting the angle of his cock and pushing his fingers further into his rump to move the sounding rod, (Along with a rather sizable puddle of sticky fluid on the floor,) Ryan was finally able to get the rod to make its way back into his length, if just barely. It took everything he had mentally to not just clench it right back in or stop holding it from slipping up into his deepest depths once more, but some steady pushing and patience finally allowed him to get a majority of the sound back into his cock. He felt he was finally out of the woods now, and that he could relax as he also pulled his fingers free from his ass.
"Oh thank fuck... Too closeeEEE! OwowowOWOW!!"
The night wasn't over just yet, however. In the time it took for Ryan to get things back to a safe spot, the entrance into his urethra had closed back up a decent bit. It'd require a little stretching once again to allow the rod to start coming out, but not only was it coming out from inside of him, but it was also coming out through the thicker side first. He hadn't even considered this before. The thought of even inserting the rod on the 10mm side first was completely alien. It was way too thick, and without the tapering mid-section of the double-sided sound itself, how was he supposed to manage?
Another natural push from his cock broke his train of thought with another sharp pain. He had to at least keep it steady so that it could come out slowly, even if it meant dragging out some of the pain in the meanwhile. But it had to be done... Much to the rottweiler's own dismay.

"Okay... Slow and steady... Made it this far..." He breathed, placing one of his fingers at the bottom of the bulge in his cock. He'd have to push it up this way. At least then he'd have more control over the speed and force of it. Keeping his cock firmly grasped in his other paw, he began to push. And boy did it hurt! But he was already making some progress as his hole was opening up to accomdate the large steel rod coming back up. All the precum that had accumulated at the tip of and inside of his dick were certainly helping a lot too. As it stretched more and more, the pain was once again turning into pleasure, and Ryan was losing himself to his lust again. He shook his head to try and keep himself focused on the task at hand, knowing he could at least get some proper release once it was out of him completely... Even if the feeling of his entire length being stuffed full like this was turning him a lot once more. At the very least, the dog didn't have to ponder on it long, as one more push from below finally allowed the rounded end of the rod to come out, followed by more and more of the glistening rod.
But once again, it proved to be too much for the poor dog, and as soon as he was perfectly in the clear, (In his mind, anyway) he took both paws and completely smeared them and the rest of his shaft in whatever fluid was there—mostly precum and sweat. Panting like a feral beast now, consumed by the indescribable amount of pleasure he was getting from having (now most of) his shaft filled to the brim with the steel rod. At this point, he had even completely disregarded all precautions he had taken to avoid getting caught; Release was now his top priority and nothing would stop him anymore. Jerking himself off feverishly without any rhyme or rhythm, precum was getting flung everywhere. Sweat was dripping all over his body and soaking his entire crotch alongside his thighs. He was drooling all over himself. Moans, groans, and everything in-between were being released into the air. Ryan was completely gone, and replaced with nothing more but a lust-ridden, desperate mutt, one incapable of proper speech.

...For now, at least.



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Scott was never one to get a good night's rest. He barely slept as-is, clocking in a concerning three to four hours of sleep a day, and it showed. He had bags under his eyes, he seemed tired all the time, and he never seemed to have energy for anything. It came as a surprise to anyone to find that he could still function perfectly fine, and do whatever was asked of him or whatever he needed to do with flying colors if he cared enough to.
So it should come as no surprise to anyone when he heard all sorts of noises and voices coming from Ryan's room. At first, he chose to ignore it out of respect for a friend, but even the tall, lanky ferret had his limits. How could anyone sleep through that, anyway? It took him a lot of grunts, groaning, and quiet complaints to get up and walk towards his pudgy "rottie" of a friend's room, but when he reached the cracked open door and swung the door open, all that could escape his lips were a surprised,
"Oh."
He couldn't take his eyes away from the scene even if he wanted to. There he saw Ryan leaning back in his chair, staring straight back at him with wide eyes. Scott's eyes scanned up and down his very... "uncovered" friend—covered in sweat, drool, precum, and absolutely splattered in his own cum. (His desk got caught up in the cross-fire, but Scott didn't dare think about the electronics usually sitting on top of said desk, fearing the potential damage caused to some of it.) Not too far off, an open, leather case was sitting off to the side, full of metal rods that were all fairly thin, save for one. Though his drifting eyes quickly found one missing from the set sitting on Ryan's desk, completely drenched in a mixture of fluids. And the floor right by the chair his dog-friend was currently occupying... Oh dear.

Ryan was speechless, quickly swiveling in his chair to face Scott directly, even though it just meant fully exposing just how bad things really were. "O-O-O-Oh, uhmm... U-Uh.... Scottttttt.... I... Well...! Eheheh... Shit." There was no explaining anything. Everything was in plain sight. He was a complete mess and so were his surroundings. And his urethra was still gaping open! He was completely found out, and he was going to be at the complete mercy of his housemates. Best case scenario, he's teased, made fun of, and judged for it for eternity... But worst case, they kick him out...

But Scott was having none of it. He simply walked into the room and fully shut the door behind him. Ryan feared for his life as the ferret crossed his arms and looked down at him from his natural hieght advantage, still walking towards him slowly. He could only sweat and smile nervously with pupils the size of peas as he could only hope Scott didn't execute him on the spot.
But that fear and anxiety disappeared once his eyes trailed down, now noticing the massive tent in Scott's shorts.
And that he had crossed his arms to reach under his shirt and lift it up his chest and off his body, tossing them aside.
By the time Scott had reached Ryan, he was also completely nude, leaning into him and letting one of his knees rest next to Ryan's pudgy thigh on the same side. Things only got more confusing as Scott put his palm under Ryan's chin, pushing it upwards until they were looking straight into eachother's eyes. Once that eye contact was locked again, Scott's hand trailed down the dog's neck and towards his chest.

"You thought you could do all this and not let me in on it? Maybe you were scared of something, but don't worry..."
Scott's words were turning Ryan into jello. Something about the sensual, but dominant tone of voice in the tall ferret's voice was doing so many things to him, especially at this angle! He had never seen the tall mustelid like this before, and was only now taking in all the details of his body before getting his attention forcefully brought back up to his surprise partner's face.
"I won't tell anyone. I think it's kind of hot, actually~" Scott continued, now bringing both of his hands down to the rottweiler's armpits and trailing down, down, and down... Only stopping once his hands were resting on Ryan's hips.
Ryan couldn't help but follow his friend's hands with his eyes, but once they went down, he got a full idea of just what the ferret was packing.

It was all far too much for Ryan to handle all at once—Scott coming onto him like this? Especially after the completely draining session he had with himself just a while prior? That he had tried to keep secret from any of his housemates? Not only all of that, but he had never seen this side of Scott before! This was the most energy he'd ever (visibly) put into anything, and it was this?

Ryan's head was a jumbled mess, and his brain was completely fried now. Scott just stared down at the obviously confused dog, and chuckled to himself. Even he was seeing a new side to one of his friends, and the tall ferret felt that it couldn't hurt to extend things to something that would be just between them. Besides...


Everyone was still gone for the next couple of days... They may as well do something to spice up their lives in the meantime~