[center][b]Sounding Out Sounding[/b][/center]

[center]By Kaydrien Iceclaw[/center]





“And it doesn’t… hurt?”

Spencer’s half-wince was obvious to Brad, who couldn’t help but mirror it faintly on the inside. It wasn’t like he was overwhelmingly invested in selling his friend and occasional fuckbuddy on the idea, but there would still be a smidgen of a sting in it if the deer ended the exchange totally against the idea. Well, nothing to do but explain and see what happened. 

“No! It doesn’t…” Brad brought himself up short, scrubbed out the defensiveness, and tried again after thinking up the right comparison. “Well… It’s like anal, right? If you rush it, or use something too big, or skip the lube, it hurts. But if you do it right it just feels strange. Good strange, if you’re into it.”

Spencer, sitting by his side on the back porch, eyed him suspiciously. God, but he looked sexy when he leaned back like that, shirtless in the summer heat. Brad figured he had his own look going for him, a stockiness that he made work, but damn. If he could look like the slimly athletic deer it wouldn’t be a bad trade.

“Okay. I guess I can see that.” Spencer allowed. “But… sticking things down your dick? How did you even get into that anyway.”

“Same way you get into anything.” Brad shrugged. Both the deer and donkey were in the same stage of undress on the plain wooden porch, topless and enjoying the midafternoon sunlight. And each other’s toplessness of course. “I sorta always liked rubbing at my piss slit. You know. Touching there, getting pre on my fingers. Found out later they make stuff for going in there, and next thing you know.”

“Yeah.” Spencer nodded. You had to figure everyone had something like that, or several somethings. Some kink you’d always had but only realized was a thing in a moment of crystallized horny enlightenment when you ran into it later. “I’m kinda the same way about hooves, I guess.”

“Wait, really?”

“Uh…” His shrug turned into a stretch, hefting the weight of antlers that were still coming in for the year. “Yeah. It’s just, like, a lowkey thing though.”

“Guess there’s something in it for you when you offer to rub my feet then, huh?” Brad smirked, crossing his left leg over his knee in a way that quite obviously brought his bare hoof around in Spencer’s direction. “Woulda said yes if I knew it was getting you hot and bothered.”

“That was just… me trying to help when you had a bad day.” Brad’s smirk told him he wasn’t buying it. “Oh, fuck you, fine. Yeah, I’d like to love on your hooves sometime, happy? Get back to explaining your own weird thing. They [i]make[/i] stuff for jamming in your junk?”

The donkey snorted amused triumph, but permitted the surrender gracefully enough. “Oh yeah. All sorts of things. Gotta be long and thin though.”

“Like a pen?”

“Pen works, sometimes. I can vouch for that.” Brad winced fractionally. “It’s gotta be smooth though. No edges at all, or seams, or whatever. I meant they make sounding rods though. Just for sounding.”

“And if it’s not smooth it hurts. Okay, starting to get the idea. You know, my uncle works in a bar and they have these little glass swizzle sticks…”

“Uhmm…” The donkey’s face twisted ambiguously. “You’re getting there. But like. Not glass. DEFINITELY not glass.”

Spencer tried to decode his friend’s facial expression, gave up. “Why not?”

“Can you imagine if it broke while…?”

They both shuddered together. 

“Well, shit. I was going to offer to bring you back a few.”

“Thanks but no thanks.” Brad shook his head emphatically. “Metal all the way for me. Or silicone, I guess.”

“Yeah, I see why.”

They settled into thoughtful silence, two bros taking the requisite moment to scrub the idea out of their heads in a moment of perfect harmonious mutual understanding before Spencer spoke up again.

“So like…” A smirk quirked up the side of the deer’s mouth. “You’ve got a whole collection of these things, don’t you?”

“Hell yeah. Want to see?”

“Weirdo.” The jab bounced off Brad without leaving a scratch, just an infectious smile of genuine enthusiasm. Spencer rolled his eyes and allowed himself an answering chuckle. “Okay, sure. Why the hell not.”

The husky donkey hopped to his feet and trotted into his back door toward his bedroom, leaving Spencer alone on the porch with the heat and the view to keep him company for a few minutes. It was good company. Brad’s house was at the border where suburb was just giving up on itself and turning rural, backed up against some sparse woods that nicely blocked off the view of the nearest neighbors, something the two sex friends had taken advantage of more than once.

“He’s gonna want to show me how it’s done, isn’t he.” Spencer muttered softly to himself. He turned it into a bet with himself.

“You say something?”

Spencer turned his head to see the bulky donkey elbowing back out of the screen door to join him again, this time with a shoebox under one arm. It rattled as Brad kicked the door shut behind him and lowered himself down beside the deer, eagerly lifting the cardboard lid.

“Nothing important.” 

Leaning over to take a look he saw that the box was stuffed, and not entirely with the sounding rods. “Hey, that’s the dildo I like. Never did know where you kept it.”

Brad hefted the piece of canine-shaped silicone in his hand, grinning. “Yeah, you make the greatest noises when I shove the knot in. Still not as thick as I am.”

“Of course not, you’re a fucking ass.” Spencer pointed out accurately. “So this is them, then?”

“Yeah.” The jack fished out a few bits of metal, rooting around through the box and nearly losing a cockring between the boards of the porch when it hitched a ride on another bit of lewd debris. Finally, having gotten out everything he meant to show off from the mess of sex toys he shut the lid, laying his prizes on top like a kid at show and tell. “Most of them. There’s one I can’t find.”

“More than I thought.” He picked up a random piece between his thumb and forefinger. It felt like aluminum. Bumpy, more a stack of irregular spheres than he had imagined when Brad had called it a ‘rod’. Actually, one of those looked like it really [i]was[/i] just a bunch of little balls welded end to end. “Lots of shapes.”

“Yeah. For a while I wanted to try out all the things and see what felt best.” 

“Ah.” Spencer picked out another one. It had… spikes? Those were definitely spikes. Fairly blunt spikes, but still. “Okay, there’s no way this one doesn’t hurt.”

“Oh. Yeah.” Looking like he wanted to snatch it back, Brad coughed in embarrassment. “That one came in a set. I uh… guess hurting is the point for some guys. Masochists, y’know? Like-”

His friend waved off the explanation as unnecessary. “Yeah, I know. I’ve seen the whips at the sex shop. Ever tried it?”

Brad shook his head. “Once. Only got about half an inch in and noped out. I’m not into that pain stuff.”

“I’m with you on that one. So why get it?”

Face brightening, the donkey snatched up another sound, this one a fraction thicker than what seemed to be the average, length gently curved and the width varying in smooth undulations up to the end where it hooked around like a shepherd’s crook. All in all about as long as Brad’s hand. “Because it came with this bad boy. Along with… I forget, the other two in the box weren’t as interesting. Might’ve tossed them.”

Spencer took the offered sound carefully, not wanting to drop it the way the cockring had almost gone moments earlier. Rooting around under Brad’s porch was no fun at all, as they had found when he once lost his keys down there. A shame, to find out there were times sharing an enclosed space with the donkey and his destined-to-become-a-dad-bod wasn’t a delight. But thistles, stinking mushrooms, mud, and an unexpected feral raccoon nest had kind of taken the charm out of it. 

“Heavy.”

“It’s stainless steel.” Brad explained proudly. “Isn’t it great?”

“Does seem a lot friendlier than the other one.” Spencer agreed, placing both back on top of the cardboard box. “I still can’t imagine that… going in, though.”

“Here, I’ll show you.”

Spencer nodded, half to himself in confirmation of his earlier thought and half a go-ahead to his buddy. By now he was more than a little curious. 

And hey, any excuse to look at Brad’s donkey-cock.

The equine shucked off his underwear without ceremony. Already somewhat excited from the discussion of his long-held kink his half-chub flopped out heavy and swelling already. Spencer must’ve leaned forward unconsciously because Brad smirked and chastised him with a light, “Easy, bambi. You can suck it later on.”

“Ass.” Spencer shot back easily. 

“You love my ass.”

“That’s not what’s getting stuffed now though is it?”

“Touche.” 

“Okay so for real. How does this work?”

Brad had been handling himself, casually working up to a full erection with the shamelessness of very familiar company. Now he snatched up a tube from the top of the box and flicked open the cap. Pressing the opening against his cocktip he squeezed out a dollop directly onto his hole to perch shiny and wet.

“Like I said, it’s kinda like anal. You need lube.” He explained as he set it aside and reached for the curved stainless steel one Spencer had held a moment ago. “And I’d say start small, but I’ve done this plenty before sooo…”

Almost daintily, brad lifted his favorite sound into place. The narrow end dipped right into the bead of lube. Then, with a practiced ease, Brad slipped it through into his cumslit, dipping the first bump into his urethra.

Used to thinking of it as an exit only, Spencer definitely found it odd to see that shiny metal slip into the donkey’s urethra, slightly stretching it. But in another sense… long, hard object sliding into a wet hole, not hard to see what buttons it was pressing. 

Brad teased himself and his audience, circling it around in his tip, as much as the give of his flesh would allow and pulling open a tiny gape. Then he slid it deeper in, penetrating his dick with the rod one wide bit at a time. His urethra opened up smoothly around the thick portions and closed behind them with wet hunger.

The donkey stopped, making a short exhalation, before reaching once again for the lubricant.

“Pushed all the slick down.” He explained, squeezing a little more around the rim of his urethral opening and pulling back a fraction before he resumed the slow penetration. “And the top caught on me.”

“Is that a problem?” Spencer asked, eyes not leaving Brad’s junk. Brad wasn’t very long for a member of the equine clan, only about seven and a half inches, but he had the trademark horsecock shape and plenty of thickness. And now it was throbbing enticingly as it got its penetrative role reversed. “Often, I mean.”

“If it’s a really long sound. And I am kinda rushing to show off.”

The donkey stuck out his tongue playfully, pulling out the last bulge of the sound slick and shiny with lube and let go of his cock, making a stirring motion for Spencer’s eyes to follow his meat as it followed its occupant.

“If I’m taking my time my pre usually does the trick. Heck, if I’m really drippy I don’t need the lube.”

“I gotta admit, this is hotter than I thought.”

“Good.” Brad slid the sound in the rest of the way in one motion, letting out a puff of air. He twiddled the curved end, where it kept the rod from slipping in fully, back and forth to work the curve of the thing against his inner surface. Having Spencer’s full attention always got him worked up. “So, want to try?”

Spencer made a noncommittal sound.

“You’ve got a pretty big tent in your pants that says you’re interested.” The donkey pressed. 

“Fuck it. Sure.” Spencer’s hands darted to his waistband, unbuttoning his shorts to toss them aside. Sure enough, his underwear were rather strained by the erection he’d sprouted while watching. “Not the spiky one.”

“Oh, hell naw.” Brad picked a slim piece of steel out of the selection on the shoebox lid and handed it over to Spencer as he finished sliding down his briefs. It was plain, just a rounded off metal dowel with a bulb on one end to keep it from getting lost. “Try this. Easiest start you can get.”

“Yeah, that looks like I could handle it. Pass me the lube.”

The deer was considerably less deft in applying the slick substance. Brad chuckled,  a distinct note of [i]hee-haw[/i] to the sound as always, as he watched Spencer get most of it off target, finally managing to place a dab at his urethra. 

“Yeah yeah, laugh it up. I don’t have a big old plate at the end of my cock to keep things from dripping.” Spencer’s cock was longer than Brad’s, and narrower, downright skinny by comparison, with a chisel-tapered tip. He took hold of it in his left hand- unable to resist, he used the spilled lube to stroke himself once- and started to line up the tip of the rod with his piss-slit. “Anything else I should know?”

“Just to go slow until you get the feel.”

“Same as easing you in when I haven’t practiced in a while. Yeesh, the butt stuff analogy just keeps coming back doesn’t it?”

“And I know you like the butt stuff.”

“Time to find out if I like this, too.”

Now it was Brad’s turn to watch intently as his friend probed at his cocktip experimentally, nudging the hole. It was… less sensitive than he expected, but then he was just prodding the entrance.

“Come to think of it, you really like to lick my tip when you go down on me.” Spencer said, the friendliest of observations.

“Yeah I might have enjoyed that a bit. Come on, go ahead.”

Spencer took a deep breath and gathered his nerves before obliging. The end of the rod slipped in. The deer gasped.

“It’s a little funky the first time, huh?” Brad observed.

“Yeah.”

It was… an intrusion. Cold metal in his piss-slit, a surface that had no experience of anything except itself and the outward passage of bodily fluids. 

“Yeah, that’s weird. You were right about it not hurting though. Not exactly.” He twisted the metal, finding that although he could feel it turn, the perfectly smooth and symmetrical surface made it a muted sensation at most. “It… I guess it ‘pulls’.”

He continued, sliding the steel into his penis with it collecting more lube as it went in. The pulling sensation intensified as more of the rod sank in. Halfway in he paused, taking a moment to accustom himself to the feel.

“Is it supposed to feel wider the deeper it is?

“I know what you mean. I always kinda wondered if that was in my head or not.” Evidently this was a minor relief. “Maybe the tube is a little narrower deeper in. I don’t know for sure.”

Spencer was about to continue when Brad took a break from his own gentle self-penetration- he had been working his favorite sound in and out of his cock with a relaxed regularity- to exclaim, “Hey, wait a sec.”

He obeyed, waiting curiously as the donkey leaned over, coming to his hands and knees to get a close look at Spencer’s penis. 

“No way. I can see that!”

“Huh?” Spencer bent his head, antlers swinging down as he went to regard his own junk. He shifted it in his hand, pressing it back. The motion caused the rod to shift angle enough in his slit to feel the pull tighten to the edge of pain before he reined in the motion somewhat and got a better view. “Oh. Weird. You can.”

Where neither of them had been able to see anything of the larger sounding rod’s bumps in Brad’s cock, being the thick tube of male meat that it was, both of them distinctly made out the outline of the thin piece of metal running about a third of the way down Spencer’s much narrower model where his urethra ran down the front of it.

“That.” Declared Brad. “Is fucking hot.”

“Kinda. Yeah.” Spencer bobbed the rod down a sliver more and saw it as he felt it, bulging the passage out from ultrathin to just thin. “Kinda freaky.”

He kept going like that with Brad watching in aroused fascination. It was almost a surprise when he ran out of rod to feed into his slit, bumping the bulb at the end into his tip.

“Oooohhhhhkay.” Spencer said. “Okay. I kinda get it now. I don’t think I could cum from this, though.”

“I usually don’t.” The response was distracted, for reasons obvious enough. “Can I touch? I’ll be careful.”

“Go ahead.”

The finger made Spencer shiver, shaking his antlers at the tickle of it brushing up the raised midline of his cock. “Stop, stop!”

“Why?” Clearly reluctant, Brad wrapped his hand gently around Spencer’s shaft, not squeezing but holding it. “I know not to try to bend it or anything.”

“No but I don’t want to twitch.”

“Ohhhhh.”

Spencer’s hips did tend to twitch when he got physically excited. It was cute. But problematic if it rammed the deer’s maleness into anything at the wrong angle, with the stiff metal inside. Seeing the problem, Brad let go, his hand trailing a sticky strand of lube.

“Don’t look so disappointed.” Spencer consoled. “How about I suck you off while I try this out some more.”

“That sounds good. Let me switch though.”

“Switch?” Spencer asked. Brad had leaned back to a sitting position, and now pulled out his current sound with a groan. The deer half-expected to hear it pull free with a wet noise, coming with a wet trail of pre and leftover lube on it. As he watched, Brad raised it to his mouth. “Dude.”

“Hey, don’t act like you haven’t seen me slurp yours.” Brad chastised as he licked off the last of his voice. “One sec.”

No sooner said than done the donkey fished another much smaller piece from his collection. This one resembled nothing so much as a nail or screw. (The one used in carpentry, not the one they did to each other on a regular basis.)

“What are you doing now?”

“This one’s hollow.” Brad said as if that explained everything. Seeing Spencer’s puzzled expression he sighed in mock disappointment and added, “I can put it in and still cum through it so you get the big mouthful I know you want.”

“…Neat.” 

Brad slipped it into his tip with almost alarming quickness, now that he had already loosened up his cockhole. When he reached the head of the sound he pulled at the side of his wide cockhead, to Spencer’s surprise, popping that gap open around the head and-

“You…” Spencer was flabbergasted. “You can get that back out, right? It’s not going to get lost?”

The wide head had slipped all the way in to the opening, just the faintest sliver of a gleam visible now as it held the hole ever so slightly open.

“Yeah.” Brad confirmed. “There’s a little lip in there, a little wide place just inside the skin? It gets caught there. I can pop it out just fine after.”

“…Is that some sort of pro sounding move or something?”

“Now that you mention, I’m not sure. I know [i]I[/i] can do it. Come on, get in there.”

Spencer needed no more encouragement; the big blob of equine precum that oozed through the hole in the mostly-concealed metal plug did less than nothing to put him off. In an instant he had closed his lips over the familiar tasty horsecock, a thick wonderful mouthful he was well acquainted with.

“Oh yeah. Work it.” Brad encouraged, gripping the antlers like the handholds they both knew they were. Spencer made a [i]glurk[/i] of agreement as he sloppily suckled on salty cockhead, licking around the front of that shaft.

While he did so he kept the rod in his maleness moving, a nice little addition to the kinkiness of the situation. They had spent many a pleasant afternoon just like this and a touch of added spice accented Spencer’s experience wonderfully. What’s more, he thought he could feel the stiffness of the cockplug just enough to be aware of.

They fell into a comfortable rhythm almost immediately, buck slobbering all over the jack’s knob and sucking like there was no tomorrow while he worked the inside of his own cum-hole, the two of them getting more and more aroused.

Brad came first, braying and shooting off into the back of Spencer’s throat. It felt different than normal, forced into a narrower sharper stream by the plug. Hot spunk sprayed his tonsils and brought his horniness to a peak. Unable to stand it anymore he let go of the sound in his cock and wrapped his palm around the shaft instead, stroking wildly. The piece of metal fell out almost immediately as his pre washed it out, followed by spurt after spurt of thin deercum onto the surface of the porch.

As was their wont, Spencer happily stayed there to feel the donkey dick go soft in his mouth, carefully cleaning it before he released the deflating member.

“You’re right, that’s not bad.”

“Fuck yeah. Made a convert.” Brad said smugly as he reached down, pinching expertly at his cockhead. As he had said, the plug popped free easily enough. He licked it, smiling down at the buck between his legs.

“Don’t get too cocky.” Spencer’s answering grin was impish. “It was just all right.”

“Sure. That’s what you say now.” 

Hoisting the deer upright, he retrieved the straight sound from the porch where it gotten covered by his friend’s semen, flicking that off into the grass with a flourish.

“…I better clean these.” He sighed. “I don’t want to forget.”

“Heaven forbid we get dirty during dirty time.”

“Unless you want to risk a urinary tract infection next time I bring these out, I gotta wash them.”

“Oh. Okay, yeah that makes sense.”

“And I’m gonna forget if I don’t do it right now.”

“Yep, got it.”

Brad eyed him sideways, a grin sliding back onto his face.

“It’s awful hard work to soap up these little guys. I might need a good hoof-rub after.”

The deer’s eyes rolled sarcastically. But he smiled while they did. “Totally backbreaking labor. Yeah, okay, I can see you’ll need it.” 





[center]The End[/center]