A Rabbit’s Folly


Connor got back to his dorm room, a brown box tucked under his arm. This was fantastic, he couldn’t believe it had already arrived. He had played around with rubber bands, surgical tubing, even a bit of pantyhose he had stolen from his mom’s underwear drawer when he was a teenager, but now he had the real deal.


The smoke-furred rabbit put the box down, and grabbed his football jersey, pulling it up out of his sweatpants. The numbers 28 emblazoned in bright gold on one side, the rest a shiny dark purple, he skimmed it up over his head and tossed it onto the couch. His pants were next, shimmying his muscular thighs out of the loose fitting polyester, kicking them into the corner before turning back to the box. 


The box was in Korean or somesuch, completely incomprehensible, but fuck, if he couldn’t figure out how to use a pair of pliers and a rubber band, maybe he DID decide to lose his balls. He ripped open the side, and a pair of blue plastic handles slid out, followed by a bag of little green cheerios. Green? He thought they were supposed to be orange. There must have been a dog at the packing plant that day!


He grabbed at the meaty package filling out his old worn black jockstrap, stroking the thickness of his sheathed bunny cock. He was so excited, already, he could feel it bulging, straining to get thick and hard.  It throbbed a morse code of sex and need against his palm. Message Received, Mister Chubs!


He hopped up onto the kitchen island, and pushed his jock down over his legs, hanging from one long foot. Connor Longfoot was his name, and for good reason. All rabbits had big feet - sort of an evolutionary throwback, but in his family, it took a whole new meaning. The rabbit’s fluffy feet were massive, muscular, meaty paws, with graceful, long toes capped with thick toe muscles.  If football didn’t work out, he had been offered a gig as a sock model, which would be a nice way to get some extra income, maybe even get his own place.


He casually reached between his legs, cupping those two dense, thick eggs that nestled between his thighs. His long ears flexed slightly as he stroked his fingers against his fuzzy nut-sack, warm and soft. He grasped his sheath, already drinking in the open air, and gave it a casual stroke. Then another. It only took a third stroke before that chubby, solid log of rabbit flesh began peeking out of it’s home. It seemed to taste the air, at first, but as he grabbed the bag of cheerios, it immediately became more inquisitive, pushing it’s way up, even sniffing at the air, towards where he held the bag over it. 


Opening the bag was easy enough, thank goodness for ziplock, and loading those teeny tiny green cheerios onto the pliers only took a couple seconds of puzzling. He squeezed the handles, and the rubber band pinged off the  television in the living room. 


Must not have loaded it properly! He tried it again, this time rolling the cheerio aaaaall the way down to where the four little prongs bent away from each other. He squeezed the pliers, again, and the rubber band stretched... streeetched outwards, forming a square of slender green, like a miniature wrestling ring. 


He wriggled back on the counter and brought the “Sextenz 3000” down to his belly, stroking along it, pushing it casually down towards his straining erection.


“You’ve been a bad rabbit,” he said, to himself, watching his shaft as it twitched, as if in defiance. “Oh, yes you have, cumming before your master said you could. Tsk, tsk, tsk. You know what happens to bad bunnies, don’t you?”


His little tail flicked, his toes on his right paw splaying as he dragged those cold metal prongs along his inner thigh, menacing them towards his heavy nuts. “No... not that!” he whispered, excitedly, his shaft bubbling up the first of a nearly-unending string of precum. “Anything but that!”


“Nope.. it’s too late. You must be punished.” He grinned, and pounced! Bringing the pliers abruptly to the end of his shaft, he fed the slick, broad tip of his cock between that stretched green rubber. He watched, with lidded eyes, as that green band slid down, the players needing to be wiggled here and there, getting it all the way down over his proud, thick length of rabbitdick. 


He wasn’t done yet, though. He reached down between his thighs, and carefully pushed his nuts up against the pliers. He had to squeeze the pliers as tight as possible, that little green band looking like it was going to snap off - oh that would sting! - but he managed to cram and stuff one of the meaty nuggets through, to hang over the edge, and then the other.


Connor huffed, letting out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, and just stared at that... his junk all framed by that stretched rubber band. The Sextenz 3000 was... pretty obviously a very cheap chinese knockoff, but it had looked perfect for what he wanted to do. A bit of tightness, a snug grip around his junk, that he could jerk off to for a while. The other things he had played with, the tightness, the feeling of it wrapped and constricting and squeezing at all that made him male, it was so exciting!


He hurriedly remembered one thing, and was glad that he had put his phone on the counter next to him. He snagged it, loading up SnapChat and taking a picture of his junk about to be gripped by the Sextenz ring. “Not gonna cum too fast now!” he typed, drawing a silly face and an arrow pointing to the green band. He sent it out, to some of his buddies from the bar, those who knew about his fixation on edging, his desire to extend his sexual stamina.


And then, he released the little green band. It snapped, abruptly, suddenly, and he felt the Tightness of it suddenly biting into his groin, from all angles.


It was tight! Much tighter than he had expected! Painfully so, but it was delicious pain, a sharp ache that just made his cock all the hotter. He caressed it, watching as it grew thicker, bulging with veins as blood was trapped in it. 


“And for your punishment... you’ll be forced to wear the Sextenz ring for.... twenty minutes!” he said to himself, his toes wiggling in excitement. The website had said it was safe enough to wear to work, that he could wear it all day and all night if he wanted, but he didn’t want it to be a permanent lifestyle choice. He wanted it to be a special, fun thing, just for days he was feeling naughty.


He reached down, feeling his nuts, frowning a bit at how cool they already felt. That was unusual, but perhaps to be expected? He’d have to research it a bit more after he was done playing. His fingers stroked along that heavy pouch, those dense, full eggs shifting easily in their loose, fuzzy pouch, before caressing to where the green band dug so tightly into his flesh.


His cock twitched, massively, a looooong, thick white bolt of precum seeping from the tip, as he caressed that cleft digging into the flesh between his cock and his balls. It just felt so... awesome.


He carefully loaded another elastic ring into the bander, while his cock thudded against his belly, thumping a code against the athlete’s sleek strong abs. 


“Just hold on,” he whispered indulgently, as he squeezed the handles, stretching the ring out. His nuts ached, already, a sharp ache like they were being crushed, all the way up the inside of his guts. “Okay, you want some? I got some for you, too.”


He gripped his erection by the root, the solid cock just jutting, blatantly hard, masculine, a proud cock that any rabbit would want. The flesh was drawn tight by the band tightened around his nut-sack, making the skin taut, pulled down and exposing more of the root of his shaft.


The rubber band wasn’t quite wide enough for his swollen cockhead to push through, not cleanly. He was fortunate in that he was a nice, heavy leaker, though - already, a slick blob of his precum was brimming at the end of his piss slit. A swipe of a finger smeared it around the widest rim of his glans, and he brought the bander back. He relaxed the handles, letting the band shrink down, and brought it to just frame around the tip of his gleaming, slippery cock head. He squeezed the handles, flexing his hips up, thrusting himself into the little green band. It stretched, his cock pushing through it, rubbing that band further down those little tines that kept it stretched. 


He fucked into that band, just thrusting up into it, and pulling the bander down towards his groin. The rubber scraped against his erection, the metal tines dragging, aluminum fangs scraping against the rabbit’s hot meat. He released the band, finger numbly rubbing against it, sliding it off one tine to twang against his flesh. As soon as one tine had released it’s band, the others began to yield their own. The band tightened with each little twitch of the rubber, snapping deeper and deeper into his flesh, until the banders were unloaded. 


“Yeah, you like that?” He asked his cock, as he felt it surge, immediately, cock jutting between his fingers, thicker than any other time he had banded himself. His skin was stretched, veins darkly bulging, blood pushing into his shaft. His fingers slid down the smooth, perfect erection, feeling it throbbing, just a bit too wide to fully wrap his hand around, all the way to the root. The rubber was just against his groin, and his pubic fur had already hidden it. It would be easy to cut off, of course, he had the fine, sharp scissors he’d need, and he had banded himself before, but this was the most intense he had ever been with it.


Whatever gauge they had sent him, those little rings were the perfect size. 


He reached down, cupping under his heavy nuts. The tightness of the ring had dragged them closer to his body, a tight, plump bundle of nutmeat that bulged sexily against his palm. His hand felt hot against his testicles, and he chirred as the heat of his palm soaked into the tender flesh. He had just wrapped his hand around his gleaming cock, and was getting ready to take another snapchat, when he heard keys at the door.


Oh, shit! Al was home! The rabbit, panicked, looked around the room - his jersey was over by the door - no chance to get it. His pants were by the couch - he might as well try to run naked to his room!


The door swung open! And Connor slid off the counter, crouching behind the island and grabbing his jock, hurriedly jamming his other foot into the open straps and then standing up, yanking it flush against his groin.


Al was standing there, dumping his backpack onto the couch, a handful of mail in one hand. Connor folded his arms, keeping them crossed over his jock, so that the end of his cock wouldn’t be seen by his dorm mate, his cheeks flushing terribly red.


“Oh, hey Connor,” Al said, and the spotted dog tossed some mail on the island, next to the box the Sextenz had come in. “You havin’ a nice day?”


“Oh, uh. Yeah, sure, it’s great. Hey I thought you were workin’ tonight.” Connor said with a cracked voice, feeling his cock throbbing against his palm. If he had hoped it would go down, just from embarrassment, he was starting to realize there was no way that would happen now. It was hard, harder than he had ever felt it, painfully hard, and it was twitching against his palm and leaving sticky slick trails with it’s pulsing. With the band on, he’d have an erection for hours.


“Nah, my client cancelled. Sucks, too, I really wanted to try a new technique.” The African wild dog finally seemed to notice Connor, canting his head to the side. “Did I, uh... interrupt something?”


“Oh, uh... no..” Connor said, blushing even wider. “I was just-”


“You look super stressed, man.” 


“I’m not stressed, I just, uh.”

Al furrowed his brow, peering at the rabbit skeptically. The lapin’s ears pulled back against his skull. If Al saw his cock, he’d want to know what Connor was doing with it, and if he explained he was trying out the Sextenz, he’d want to have to see it, and if he had to show him..


He didn’t want to deal with this! The rabbit fidgeted, before finally stepping forward,  leaning against the island and making sure his junk was tucked underneath it.


“Just having a rough day,” He said, smiling brightly. His cock thudded, bent painfully to the side, jammed under the lip of the counter. “Sucks about your client, though. Don’t you have, like, a backlist of people you could call, though?” 


“Oh, well..” Al stretched his arms out to the side. “Yeah, I guess I could, but to be honest, I’m not really sure I want to. I was thinking about inviting the guys over and having a poker night.”


“Noooo,” Connor shook his head, adamantly, shifting carefully to try to get his cockhead away from a small splinter. “That’s terrible, just call up one of your other clients, I’m sure they’d love to get a massage.”


“It’s not that easy. If I call THEM up, they’ll want me to do all sorts of shit, like, you know, shiatsu or reiki or whatever. I just want to try a technique, and it’s really only effective on guys with big feet. Kangaroos, you know? Snow leopards, platypu..platypii...platypussies.” The dog suddenly grinned, turning away from the window, and pointing at his big burly rabbit roommate. “And rabbits.”


Connor realized immediately what he was getting at. “Oh, heh heh, no that’s okay, I mean, I got stuff to do tonight, I was actually just-”


“Ahh, don’t try to be shy, now. I know exactly what you’re up to,” The dog said, striding over around the island. “And you don’t have to be shy about that at all!”


“I...err...” Connor shifted around the counter, circling in the opposite direction, wincing as he thrust his cock along the underside of the rough, unfinished plywood scraping roughly against his engorged cock. “I dunno.. you mean homework?”


“Ha, yeah right, Connor, you just happen to be almost naked when I get home, cuz you’re planning on studying?” The dog feinted left, then lunged right, and the rabbit yelped as his roommate slammed into him. “Aha! I knew it!”


He gasped, as the dog’s slender fingers wrapped around his erection, just behind the cap, squeezing it playfully. “N-no, it’s not what you think!”


“I think I know an erection when I see one!” The dog said, leering up at the large lapine, giving another squeeze. “Though I don’t think I’ve seen yours this big before, or this dark! You backed up, buddy?”


“Uhh... I ... Urm... I like to edge,” Connor mumbled. In truth, he was backed up - the blood in his cock was backed up, his dick so hard, so swollen that his roommate’s playful squeezing was raw and painful against his over sensitive flesh. “But, I mean, I wasn’t planning on getting off.”


“Well, you must have been pretty close.” The wild dog fished around in his pocket, and before Connor was quite aware of what Al was up to, the canine had his phone out. Flash! The masseuse snagged a pic of that fat cock, with the lapin’s heavy testicles poking out of the jock, just below it. “Don’t worry, though, I ain’t going to get you off. Why don’t you come in and lay down on my table.”


“B-but, come on, Al, I really just would... rather be alone right now, if you know what I mean.” Connor said, licking his lips, watching that phone get slid back into the rabbit’s jacket pocket. “And you’re gonna have to delete that picture.”


“I might. If you cooperate. You -are- tensed. I’ve been your roommate long enough that I pick up on things. You may want to crank one out, or almost crank one out, or whatever you were planning on doing, but, as a medical professional-”


“You’re in a two year program,” the rabbit countered.


“As a professional, I must insist that you allow your roommate to administer anti-tension massage. Come on. I don’t care what you were doing, I’m pretty sure you don’t want this picture ending up on Tumblr. I think you can spare twenty minutes of your time.”


Twenty minutes? Well, Connor had had the rings on for.. .maybe ten minutes already. He had never left them on for longer than forty minutes, so, twenty minutes should be fine, right? He squirmed, as the dog’s fingers dryly, roughly stroked his meat. “Well.. well, fine, but as soon as you’re done, that picture gets deleted! And you leave me alone.”


The dog was all teeth with his smile, patting his pocket with his paw, pulling his fingers roughly off of that swollen cock. “You got it, big man. Now, come on. The sooner you are on my table, the sooner you can go get your rocks off.”


Connor absentmindedly rubbed the back of his palm up along the side of his cock. He felt the dull pressure, and the soft tickle of his fur, and he felt the cool slick of his precum soaking into the back of his wrist, but already the blood was starting to cool, the oxygen being used up. It made his fluffy tail flick in dangerous excitement. He would be cutting it close.


The wild dog put on some ambient noise. Just the sound of chimes, and a low, pleasant bass beat, that offset the sound of the traffic outside. Connor climbed up onto the table, and was thankful that it had one of the muzzle holes on the headcase. He settled down, laying along the length of the cushion, and pinned his erection against the jasmine scented  terry cloth blanket. It throbbed, the root of his erection twitching as it was pinned up against his hip bone, the broad cap just peeking out. His muscular ass was left, vulnerable and exposed, but this didn’t bother Connor. They were not going to be having sex, Connor was sure of that, but he didn’t mind letting Al drool over that perfect coney rump. It was a fantastic ass, and he was by no means afraid to show it off.


Warm fingers gripped the bulk of the rabbit’s left foot, hefting that fluffy length of bone and padding up. He attempted to lift his leg with it, but a hand on his knee pushed down, so that his leg was bend, the foot being pulled up. The wild dog climbed up as well, settling down to sit along the back of Connor’s thighs, and the rabbit grunted as more weight was pinned down on his strangling erection. 


“Comfy? Good. Now, prepare to have your mind... blown.” 


The rabbit’s foot was over a foot long, just a massive length of muscle, warm and flexible. There was the slightly sour, rubbery scent of the rabbit’s shoes still clinging to the short fur. Al stroked his fingers up along the back of his calf, squeezing and stroking over Connor’s ankles, and then pushed his thumbs deep into the tender arch of his foot. The rabbit groaned, again, and Al stroked, pushing against that thick, tight muscle, stroking the blood down along his arch, into those long, pudgy, meaty toes. 


He relaxed the pressure, sliding his thumbs back up to the heel, and then squeezed again, smirking as he watched those toes splay with the sensation. He pulled the rabbit’s foot closer to him, straddling that thick leg, and bracing around his ankle with one hand, he sunk his fingers down between the rabbit’s toes, and squeezed his palm into the meat at the front of his foot. 


Connor groaned, again, and then again, a few minutes later, as the wild dog systematically kneaded, squeezed, massaged, and domesticated each and every muscle in his foot. Twinges of pain and pleasure eked their way up into his brain, the sensation of those tight muscles being pinched and worked building a growing euphoria in the poor rabbit’s mind.


Then, when he was heavy-lidded and huffing through his nose, the dog let that leg down, and picked up the foot. He started all over again! The poor rabbit trembled, grunted as his aching dog were put through the wringer, muscles he didn’t know he had being worked and dug into, knuckled over, forced to relax.


Al was right, he was tense, and this was, in fact, exactly what he needed! 


Still, the rabbit should have waited until later that evening to indulge his eager, well-meaning roommate. Al glanced at the clock, and saw that not twenty, but forty minutes had gone by. The rabbit had made him promise twenty, but he didn’t seem to be minding... and he didn’t seem to be in a rush to go anywhere. He peered over his shoulder, at the limp, relaxed form of the rabbit, head down, arms limp. He grinned, turning back to the foot he was working on.


So the rabbit had wanted to get off - well, so did the wild dog! If Connor had fallen asleep, then there was no reason to wake  him up. Al fumbled with the fly of his slacks, and pulled a thick, knotted, drooling doggy cock out, stroking it with his fingers. He gathered both feet up, and buried his snout between those warm, masculine-scented paws, so that they hugged on either side of his muzzle. 


Connor was into edging, and Al was into feet. If cockblocking the rabbit from being able to get off was all it took to get a chance to play with these massive, beautiful things, then.. well, he was going to have to make sure Connor didn’t have any alone time at all in the future!


It was another thirty minutes of kneading, licking, rubbing, and hunching against his own fist before Al spurt his thin, watery dog see between the rabbit’s muscular calves, splatting hot and wet onto the floor. The dog slumped back down, grinning, tongue lolling from his muzzle as he tucked his still-knotted, still leaking cock back into his underwear, then reverently laid those legs back down onto the table. 


He stretched, again, grinning to the rabbit who was making soft snoring sounds on the table. He wiped up the sticky mess on the floor, working around his lumbering roommate, and then tickled a dewclaw along the arch of the rabbit’s food. “Connor, you there, big guy?”


“Hrrmmphh?” the rabbit grunted, and Al chuckled.


“Hey, you feelin’ good?” The rabbit was out, Deep out. Al felt he was probably going to get away with taking a little longer than twenty minutes. “You sure have been mumbling.”


“Nnngh.” The rabbit lifted his head out of the hole, eyes barely open, tongue hanging out. “Daaamn, I had no idea a foot massage could feel so good.”


“Yeah, believe it. It’s legal rohypnol. Come on, big guy, I think you’ve had enough.” He helped the rabbit to his feet, slipping his head under the football player’s shoulder and guiding him towards his room. “There you go. One foot in front of the other, heh, feels like you’re walking on bubble gum, doesn’t it? Damn straight it does.”


He pushed the rabbit, gently, on his speckled ass, and grinned as the jockstrapped athlete flopped onto his bed, exhausted. 


“Sleep it off, bitch!” He laughed, and closed the door behind him. Might as well go clean up his mess.


*        *        *        *        *        *        *        *        *


Connor had the blanket pulled up over his shoulder, curled against his furry chest, when the first birds began to chirp outside. He yawned, buck teeth bared as he stretched his muscular arms up over his head. He had slept so well, so heavily.. he felt like a new buck. 


He stroked down over his chest, smacking his jaws. They felt dry, sticky. The sunlight trickled in through the window halfheartedly, that peculiar mix of yellow and gray that the spring so favored. There was a dull pressure at his groin. Morning piss time. 


The blankets had gotten tangled around him - he vaguely remembered burrowing down into them, when it had gotten colder. He wriggled anew, shifting his legs and sleek torso to work himself loose. There was something pressed against his side and belly, something smooth and firm, maybe the remote for his television. He sat up, the blankets still curled around him, feeling it slide down, resting just over the bulge of his right buttock. He felt at it through the blankets, feeling a peculiar tingling in his belly as he felt over the shape. It seemed familiar, somehow, though he couldn’t place how. Too soft, too big to be the remote control, maybe a dildo?


He wiggled some more, and then finally just slid off the bed, the blankets still wrapped around his shoulders, and jumped up and down. He felt the dildo slide against his butt, trailing something behind it before it flopped with a heavy thug between his naked feet.


Connor blinked, trying to understand what he was seeing. A dark oval, thick, smooth, and impossibly familiar, but what was it doing-


He remembered, then, the massage, the cock ring. He had left them on all night! But that was impossible, even if he had, there was no way!


The proof lay on the floor though, the thick tip draped over his foot. He bent down, scooping it up with a shaking hand. It was warm, though only in the way that a shirt will be warm after you take it off. There was no heat inside it, it was only the residual heat of his own body. He held it up, holding it in the same way he had held it, countless times, when he had been taking a piss or jerking himself off. It felt the same, except for the temperature. 


He turned it around, that tingling in his belly increasing. He couldn’t feel it at all - he was handling his cock, but couldn’t feel it. It was like watching a movie with the sound off. He was only getting half of the experience.


The root of his cock as loose, twisted into a strange bunch of knotted flesh. It had been twisted - perhaps while he was sleeping, burrowing into the blankets - twisted enough that the thick flesh had, with the held of the binding rings, torn free at the root. There was no band - it must still be on his groin. He shrugged off the blankets, standing there, nude, the muscular bunny peering down at his own groin, at the two flaps of flesh with those little green bands buried deep in the stumps.


Wait, his balls were gone, too!


“So, you woke up, eh?” came the voice of his roommate from the door. Connor left out an embarrassed squeak, and crouched down to grab the blankets, to cover his nudity. Well, his lack of nudity, really. 


A foot stepped on them, though, and the rabbit looked up to see Al smirking down at him. 


“You don’t need your blankets, it’s warm in the kitchen. I’ve got the potatoes frying, was just waiting for you to show up to cook the sausage. Oh... what’s that?”


Connor blushed, sausage? He glanced to his hand, his erection jutting from either end of it, stammering embarrassedly, as if he had been caught jerking off. “It’s, uh, it’s umm...”


“Looks tasty,” The wild dog said, and reached for it. Connor watched dumbly as his cock was gripped by his roommate, and pulled from his grip, the thick cockhead tickling against his fingers before his severed erection was dangling from the dog’s fingers. “Is it yours?”


“I...err...” Connor blushed again, following the dog as he left the room. It felt so strange, walking with out those heavy nuts, that thick sheath between his legs, banging from thigh to thigh. The table was set with two plates, silverware, two glasses of milk and orange juice at each plate. One of the plates had an assortment of fresh veggies, squash and celery and bok choy, arranged artistically around a hummus dip. 


“Go on, sit down. Breakfast will only be a moment,” Al said, as the rabbit jock took his place, in shock. “Wow, this really is a beaut!” He said, holding it up to the window, turning it one side to another. He put it on the cutting board, right next to two pale gray orbs.


Connor blinked, a spear of celery crunched between his teeth. Those orbs-


“Where’d you get those?” he asked, spraying veggie fiber out over the table. He jumped back to his feet, but the dog turned, gesturing with a long, slender filleting knife. 


“Found ‘em. Well, I found your little toy, first.” He gestured, and Connor sat back down. “Drink your orange juice.” 


Connor did so, staring intently at the fat balls that rested on either side of his thick cock. The celery was extraordinarily fresh, and crisp, and delicious, and he nibbled at it.


“Imagine my surprise, last night, when I am cleaning up after our little massage, and I find a self-gelding kit.”


“It’s not.. it wasn’t for that!” Connor protested, but the dog just raised an eyebrow, before picking up that cock and pointing it at him.


“It said, clearly, right on the box, that it was to be used for the culling of livestock. Of course, you probably don’t know much Korean, do you?” He chuckled,putting the cock back on the block, with the tip of it pointing at the stunned rabbit. “I do. My mom was born in Korea, and I learned a lot of it when I visited her parents’ farm when I was a child.” The knife was picked up, and before Connor could blink he had drawn it down, pressed that sharp blade through the flesh of his cock. The head was sliced cleanly off, pushed to the side to show the cross section of the inside of his cock.


Crunch. Connor stuffed the celery into his muzzle, his eyes furrowed as he watched his cock get sliced. And then again.


The dog sliced inch-long medallions of rabbit cock free, pushing each slice to mix with the others. “Of course, this was an hour or two after you had gone to bed, that I had found it. My, you are a heavy sleeper! You didn’t so much as yawn, as I pulled your jockstrap down. I was going to cut the rings off, to keep you from losing your junk, but... well. It was clearly too late for that.”


Connor whimpered, as the last medallion was slid to the side. The dog scooped up the pieces between his paws, the same paws that had put him into a chiropractic stupor, and dumped the pieces of flesh into the sizzling skillet.


The smell of sweet bacon steamed into the room as his cock pieces sizzled and sputtered against the hot cast iron. 


“It was fun, though, getting to play with your equipment. You were completely out, and I could do whatever I wanted.” The dog gave Connor a coy smile, as the rabbit shakily drank down some milk. “I even got to cut off your nuts.”


“You did what?!” Connor said, horrified.


“Oh, shush. They were already dead. If they weren’t, you’d have woken up. As it was, I had the pleasure of holding your cold, fat pouch, pulling on it and slicing through them with this knife.” He used the knife as a spatula, stirring the pieces of meat. “All with you snoring away, your erection against your belly.”


He grinned, and went back to the cutting board, spearing one of the rabbit’s nuts with the tip of the knife. He peeled the ball free, then impaled the second, bringing it back to the skillet.


“I didn’t get to cut your cock off, but I got to pull on it, twisting it, feeling, hearing the ligaments and tendons tearing and rupturing. That was quite a rush, believe me.” He said, and he took one nut in either egg, the puncture pointing down. He juiced them like one would a half of an orange, and Connor gulped as his two shiny gray nuts burped out their insides, a half a cup of rabbit testicular guts splatting out to land sticky and wet amongst the pieces of his cock.


“There we go.” Al said, taking a deep smell. “Mmm, that smells heavenly. Okay, so..”


He sighed, as he stirred his coagulating nut mass in with the rest of the rabbit’s cock, breaking the clumps down into little lumps that popped and steamed. 


“I may have another confession. The truth is... I found out about your little bondage games weeks ago. I kept finding these little orange bits of rubber in the bathroom trash can. I had no idea what they were for, but a friend of yours.. you know, that hyena thing that goes to the bars with you? He told me about some of the things you were into. Banding.”


Connor’s ears folded back, his cheeks blushing bright red as he chewed on an apple slice.


“Yes, that’s right. I’ve known for weeks. And when I came home early, yesterday, and found that package waiting for you... I just had to. I went out and .. replaced the little orange bands with some green ones from the farm and tractor store.”


The dog smirked, as he lifted up the pan, bringing it over to the table and scraping out the mass of cooked meat and protein. He took the pan back to the oven, turned it off, and then joined the rabbit with a smile of guilty pleasure on his muzzle.


He took a forkful of rabbit stir fry, and raised it in a toast.


“I guess we both have our little dirty pleasures, don’t we?” He said, and stuffed the forkful into his muzzle.