Kyy smirked, leaning his head to the side and tugging the neckline of his hoodie down, a chunky black leather collar with a metal D ring revealed as the fabric was pulled, the movement causing the sleeve to slip down his arm slightly, showing off the edge of another cuff on his wrist. “Fuuuuuck….” the dog murmured, his pants bulging as his question was answered positively “....and the ankle ones?” he continued.
“Of course, why wouldn’t I put those ones on if I have the others on?” the cat chuckled, letting go of the hoodie neck and grabbing a handful of material on the thighs of his pants, lifting the hems to show off matching leather cuffs around his ankles, the cat’s paws bare since his arrival. Deli swallowed with nerves, they’d been planning this afternoon for a while now and here it was. The cheetah was gonna be his for a few hours.
“That collar buckled up like we agreed on?” the canine questioned, Kyy nodding “Yup, they’re all done up” the cat confirmed. “Good. As per our agreement then, you’re mine now until you go home. Strip, cat. Hoodie first, then pants.” Deli ordered, the cheetah blushing beneath his fur, his pink nose reddening a touch, but he did as commanded, pulling his warm hoodie off over his head, showing off his lean torso as he stretched. Dropping the top to one side, he unbuckled his belt and undid the waistband, the pants dropping past his hips and around his ankles. Deli’s muzzle opened in a much wider grin as he saw the cat was going commando, Kyy kicking the pants off to the side with his hoodie, the cheetah now left only in the leather cuffs and collar.
“Fuck yeah…. That’s more like it….” Deli panted, unfastening his waistband. “Now my pants, pet” he stated, though he wriggled the top of them down past his rump, not wanting to make the job too cumbersome, as this was the first time the both of them were trying this sort of play. Kyy knelt down infront of his friend, gripping the top of the garment and pulling them down the dog’s legs, having to tug a little to overcome the weight of where Deli was sat on the couch, but soon they were around his knees and it became much easier to remove them. As they came down, Deli’s briefs were revealed, already being stretched out by the mutt’s erection, both lads grinning as it sprung free. Kyy finished removing the pants and moved onto Deli’s socks at his command, baring the pooch’s paws and leaving him sat in his A-shirt and briefs.
“Shirt next…” the yellow hound ordered, smirking as Kyy stood, the naked cat unable to hide the boner that was firming up between his legs “....sit on my lap to do that”. Kyy bit his lower lip, a flustered breath escaping the cat’s nostrils as he looked at his friends crotch, hesitating. “Did I stutter?” Deli said sternly suddenly, Kyy jumping. The mutt panicked a little, worried that he’d gone a bit overboard “Y….you’re still okay with this, right?” he asked, breaking the character of an owner momentarily.
Kyy nodded, laughing nervously “Yeah….I...I’m good, it’s just…..” he waved a hand towards Deli’s taught underwear “...you’re okay with this, right? I’m gonna be sat right on you.”. Deli chuckled softly, patting his lap “buddy, if I wasn’t okay with this, d’you think I’d be this hard right now?”. As if to prove his point, his cock twitched beneath the fabric, a small damp spot appearing. Kyy took a deep breath to compose himself, and the pair slipped back into their roles as the cheetah climbed onto his friend’s lap, his bare rump hotdogged by the underwear-clad canine as he lifted Deli’s shirt, the dog lifting his arms up so that Kyy could take the top off. Tossing it to the side, he giggled a little as Deli’s hands came down to rest on his hips, the mutt rocking his hips to grind a little at the cat’s rump.
“What the fuck is going on in here?”. The pair froze in horror, Kyy sure that Deli’s eyes probably looked just as worried as his did to the dog right now. The voice had come from the doorway, and it was the baritone of Deli’s dad, Vic, who they’d both assumed was at work. “D….dad! I…..we…. You’re not at work today?” Deli stuttered, not sure how he would be able to explain away their current situation.
Vic stood in the doorway to the living room, clad only in a pair of white y-fronts which barely contained the older man’s junk, something that Kyy couldn’t help but stare at as he turned with a guilty expression. “Nah, supervisor called early, job’s on hold today because of a materials fuckup…. Speaking of fucks and ups…” Vic continued, Kyy and Deli’s faces going from shock to guilt “...were you two gonna fuck? Y’look like y’got yerself a subby little pet there….”.
Both boys jaws dropped as Vic unconsciously adjusted himself, the older canine’s briefs seeming even tighter somehow. Kyy gulped nervously while Deli nodded, Vic grinning, the look somewhere between playful and evil. “Reckon y’don’t really know what yer meant to do with one though, so perhaps I’d best give y’a demonstration first.”
Vic took a few steps into the room and stopped, pointing at Kyy “You, Cat…..Here!” he barked, pointing at the floor before his feet. Deli looked at Kyy in concern, but his spotted friend was grinning even wider now, and was he somehow harder too? He was about to protest to Vic when Kyy got off Deli’s lap, leaving the dog hard and leaking into his briefs, and crossed the room to Vic, kneeling obediently.
“Hmmm, looks like you’ve got basic commands covered. Right, you sit there and watch” he said to his son “and we’ll make sure that he knows enough for you to have fun with.” Vic tugged his briefs down, kicking them off across the floor, and looked down at Kyy.
“Open wide”
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Kyy and Deli decide to have some fun, but don't count on Vic being home unexpectedly... and then joining in!
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