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Enjoy!", "writing": "This was a bad idea. The thought was like a mantra as Josh crossed the cracked streets and sidewalks that made up the poorer neighborhood. A place of old businesses and buildings that looked one month away from being abandoned places for squatters to call homes. The duck knew this was class consciousness at play, yet he couldn’t help but think about it. It was, after all, just a distraction for him.\n\n\n“Will you lighten up?” Olga said, annoyed. Despite being a foot shorter, the porcupine walked ahead of him without a care for her surroundings. Sure, her being stronger than him helped, a fact made clear by the biceps she let out to breathe in the summer night, but he didn’t quite understand how she could be so calm. Even after she told him she’d been to this ‘club’ before. \n\n\n“Sorry,” he said, hanging his head meekly. “Why’s the club in this part of town again? Shouldn’t it be able to afford a nicer spot?”\n\n\n“If it were intent on making money, probably. But then it wouldn’t be the right kind of club,” Olga said, shrugging before kicking her legs out to continue on. “Josh, do you even go to nightclubs?” \n\n\n“No, I’ve never been the clubbing sort,” Not for lack of trying. Clubs, really most social events, were a bit too suffocating for his tastes. He wouldn’t be going to this one if Olga hadn’t convinced him, and even that took a little blackmail. Blackmail that made his crotch tighten, but blackmail all the same. \n\n\n“Right, so you know how those are always filled with good stuff to justify charging like, I don’t know, fifty for a bottle of vodka?”\n\n\nJosh blinked in alarm. “Fifty?”\n\n\n“I’m picking a number out of my hat. I don’t exactly go drinking in clubs,” She said, batting away the accusation that she may have been bullshitting. “Point is, those places pop up in neighborhoods people would feel safer to walk around in. Not like ‘suburban safe’, you need to feel a little adventure when going out on a night on the town, or else it’s gonna get boring. Do you get what I mean?”\n\n\n“I guess?” Josh just nodded as he followed, preferring to let her lesson keep him from viewing the streets. He wasn’t sure why, but something about the rain earlier that day made everything more alarming. As if every crack was more exposed, or each dark splotch was indistinguishable from water or gas. Now he knew he was making up narratives to be scared. Josh couldn’t help it, it was in his nature. \n\n\n“Right, so the rent on such places is stupid high. That’s why nightclubs don’t last long. And if you try running a niche nightclub like that? Well, you’re gonna be burning money. So the community pooled their resources, albeit the owner pooled more than most, but when he retired, he made the place a co-op. It’s run by committee, and everyone agrees on at least one thing,” under her breath she added, “though we could stand to agree on more shit.”\n\n\nJosh, who at this point was paying attention to Olga’s rant to avoid building a narrative around every alleyway they passed, perked up. “So what is it that you agree on?”\n\n\nOlga looked up to him with a raised brow questioning the legitimacy of the question, but a smile knowing he’d ask it. “That we all needed a space for the community. Hence why it’s in a place like this.”\n\n\n“To scare off normies?” Josh cringed at the term. He never liked using it but had nothing else to express upper-class citizens who painted rundown neighborhoods as hubs of crime and villainy. \n\n\n“What? No,” Olga sighed, “Cause it’s cheap. Now quit dawdling, or I’ll toss your key down a sewer drain.”\n\n\nDespite knowing she wouldn’t, Josh’s heart leapt in terror at the idea of his keyholder chucking the tiny symbol of his freedom into the sewer. Sure in hindsight, he’d find a way out of his chastity cage as the lock wasn’t thick. A good pair of pliers could set him free. But that rising panic of implied loss and permanent sealing of his cock rippled through his feathers like the calm before an orgasm. \n\n\nFrom her smile, Olga knew the same. “Keep up, we don’t want to keep Bruce waiting.”\n\n\n“Who is Bruce again?” Josh asked, keeping a shorter pace behind her now. There was enough length between them that the duck could imagine her leading him on by a leash. While neither was the other’s type, the dynamic at play was too fun to ignore. \n\n\n“A friend. Like you,” Olga said, adding with playful sarcasm. “And I’m his keyholder. Also like you. What are the odds?” \n\n\n“Wait, what?” Josh stammered, “You’re his keyholder?”\n\n\n“We played around a bit, but it didn't work out. Said I could keep one of his keys when he moved out to help us stay in touch. Considered melting it down into a ring just to fuck with him after he left, but you’ve been distracting me.”\n\n\nThat would explain the smelting kit she had in the kitchen. “Are you just a community keyholder or something?”\n\n\nOlga laughed, throwing her head back so fast he was almost skewered by her quills. “No, but that’d be something. Personally, I’d like a more active role than just keeping tabs on everyone’s sexual proclivities.” She emphasized the last two words with her fingers mimicking quotation marks. \n\n\nJosh knew Olga had a kinky background; one didn’t walk in on all her leather gear and not assume such, but he learned more about it on the way to a BDSM club than he had halfway through his lease. It helped hack away at the gnawing guilt that he was using her to get off on not getting off since she seemed to enjoy it. Come to think of it, she didn’t seem alarmed at all when he handed her the key under false pretenses. \n\n\n“You knew, didn’t you?” He asked. The porcupine grinned, perfectly aware of what he meant. \n\n\nSpank My’hynes, or Spankies as Olga told him, had a small pink neon sign straight out of an old porno on the wall of an unassuming concrete brick of a building. There was a line of people being checked by a pitbull and a rottweiler at the door. To his surprise, they were smiling despite their role as security. Almost as though they were to look intimidating from afar than up close. \n\n\n“ID?” The rottweiler asked when they came up. \n\n\n“No, hello, Ronnie?” Olga teased, producing her card.\n\n\nRonnie shrugged. “Rules are rules. You too.”\n\n\nJosh blinked, then snapped back to attention and fumbled for his card, “Right, right, sorry.”\n\n\n“No worries. First timer?”\n\n\n“Is it that obvious?” \n\n\n“Like a Christmas tree,” Ronnie glanced at Olga's ID and took a few extra seconds on Josh, looking back at him and the ID repeatedly. He handed it back when she told him to stop teasing. \n\n\n“Stop trying to scare him away. He’s not some vanilla creep, not with his dick locked up.”\n\n\nJosh felt a jolt zip through his spine. “Olga!” \n\n\nRonnie laughed, “Must have been for a bit, could hardly notice with how he’s walking. Relax, buddy, I’m just messing with ya. Have a good time.”\n\n\nBehind the thick steel door of the entrance were two desks. One to the side to pay for entry, the other to register for membership. Between them was a thick black curtain similar to those he’d seen backstage in plays, the kind that absorbs as much light and sound as possible. It must have been good because he heard nothing behind it. \n\n\nAfter entry pay, which Olga spotted him for, she pushed him to the registration line while he tied on his paper wristband, “What makes you think I want a membership?”\n\n\n“Do you not?” she asked.\n\n\n“Well…I guess. But you don’t need to push.”\n\n\n“If I didn’t push, you’d still be spending the night lounging on the couch, watching movie,s and wishing you were hanging out with people.”\n\n\nHurtful but accurate. Josh rolled his eyes and registered for the fee. Eighty dollars for a year-round membership didn’t sound too bad. “You should check out the schedule. They host game nights.” \n\n\n“Kinky game nights?” He asked Olga.\n\n\nShe raised her brow judgingly. “No, regular board games. Kinksters aren’t kinksters all the time, it gets exhausting.”\n\n\nPast the first curtain was a small hallway with a branching locker room and another curtain. Like the first, it was a thick black one made to absorb lights and sounds. Unlike the first he heard the muffled rhythmic beats of club music and noticed the dancing lights that seeped underneath. Before he could get through, Olga moved him to the locker room and said to give her his phone.\n\n\n“Why?” He asked defensively.\n\n\n“Club rules. No phones in the play area. Smartphones can take pictures, and no one here is consenting to some random perv’s collection.”\n\n\n“Oh…” Reluctantly, he handed her his phone, which the porcupine placed in a locker with a combination lock she knew by heart. “There’s a lot of rules for this place, isn’t there?”\n\n\n“Can never be too careful when it comes to privacy.”\n\n\nTry as he might, Josh couldn’t argue. No one wanted a picture of them being spanked to show up on social media. Well, no one that wasn’t already selling such stuff on their OnlyFurs or other porn focused sites anyway. Briefly, he imagined a scenario where that was the case. Olga latched the locker tight and pulled him by the hand before he could dig too deep.\n\n\nThe rhythmic beat of club music pounded through his chest when they slipped past the final curtain. Strobe lights layered the dance floor in purple and pink, somehow making the place look darker. He expected this, and thought he expected the rest but the first sign of bare ass hooked his gaze like a fish to bait. \n\n\nThere were people dressed in leather gear such as harnesses, corsets, or vests. People in latex from full body to only covering their face and everything in between. Tits hung freely and cocks swayed loose. Shrieks of pleasure and pain echoed from opposite sides of the room. In the center floor were two cages where furs ground their bodies together. Between the cages was a large metal ring where a thin hyena guy was doing an acrobatic performance. \n\n\nJosh grabbed his shirt collar, suddenly feeling overdressed. That wasn’t the case, given there were a few fully dressed people in the crowd. The ones in khakis and collared shirts stood out like fruits in a veggie display. Some stared at the stage on the back wall, where a lemur was caught between the strap-on of a lioness and the cock of a hog. \n\n\n“Lot to take in, isn’t it?” Olga asked, raising her voice for Josh to hear. He nodded, bending down to hear her better. “Don’t worry, nothing bad’s gonna happen. Nothing bad that you won’t like anyway.”\n\n\nPerfectly understanding what she meant, Josh chose to remain ignorant and look back around. Her friend was here; somewhere in the mass of bodies was another locked person she had authority over. But who? There were plenty of people walking around with cages and belts. He could rule out everyone being led by a leash around their cages, figuring the ones leading them were the partners. He could have been wrong, but that was just him overthinking. \n\n\n“Hey, over here!” Olga called out. Josh scampered in the direction of her voice. She was waiting at a bar with a drink handed to her by the badger bartender and a mare leaning next to her. No, not a mare. Josh blinked twice to make sure he was right. The light purple corset and thigh-high stockings fit them perfectly, but their frame was too wide, too muscular, and too flat to be a mare. Yet their makeup, glittering purple lipstick and deep eyeshadow, was done so naturally that only someone with extensive practice could pull it off. Though the chastity cage between their legs threw another wrench in it. \n\n\nBetter to let Olga introduce them than bury a grave with his tongue. \n\n\n“This is Bruce. Bruce, this is Josh,” \n\n\nBruce nodded toward Josh as the duck sat down. “A pleasure,” he said with a voice deeper than the duck expected. Josh stretched his collar with the sudden heat building up in the club. \n\n\n“L-Likewise,” he said, “So, you know Olga?”\n\n\n“We were roommates,” Both he and Olga said simultaneously. They looked to each other before laughing, Bruce with a controlled giggle and Olga throwing her head back.\n\n\n“Oh, wow, what a coincidence. That’s what we are,” Josh said, far more robotic than he’d like to admit. Damn awkward muscles writhing up his neck.\n\n\n“So I’m told. She holding your key too?”\n\n\nIf Josh had a drink, he’d have done a spit take. Olga nodded before he could justify any excuse. “Yeah. He tried pretending it was a spare apartment key he wanted me to hold onto.”\n\n\n“A spare apartment key?” Bruce’s eyes widened in surprise. “Seriously?” He held his finger to his thumb. “That tiny little key? Did he think you’d believe that?”\n\n\n“N-no,” Josh interjected, “I was nervous. It just sort of came out. Besides, she got me to drop my pants in the same conversation.”\n\n\nNow Bruce threw his head back, “Oh my god. Yeah, that’s fitting. Christ, Olga, did you make him kiss your feet or something?”\n\n\n“You say that as if I’m into foot worship,” She said, elbowing his side, “But no. Outside of chastity, we’re not an item. He just wanted someone to keep him from taking his cage off, and, well, you know how much I enjoy being a keyholder.”\n\n\nPerhaps instinctually, Josh peered over the table to catch a glimpse of the stallion’s cage. Bruce must have predicted the duck’s curiosity as his legs were spread open to reveal that thick stallion cock at the end of his leotard stuffed tight inside a cage. Josh had never seen a cage that big before. It dwarfed his cock without the cage. \n\n\n“It’s rude to stare, Josh,” Olga said. Josh snapped back into attention, and his spine stiffened. \n\n\n“Oh, it’s fine, Olga. He wanted to see, and I answered. Though, I am curious.” The stallion leaned in closer, “Will you show me yours? I’d love to see what you chose.”\n\n\nThe duck gulped. His heart raced. The pressure of his cage tightened as his cock strained against the bars. Taking a moment to process it, Josh stood up and unzipped his pants. Unlike Bruce who had a standard cage unveiling his shaft, he chose a flatter cage to keep his cock sealed ineffectually. Bruce seemed intrigued, reaching out just to pull away at the last second due to some sense of politeness. \n\n\n“Well, that’s an intense cage for a first-timer,” He said.\n\n\n“It’s not my first,” Josh admitted. Olga raised her brow. “Well, it’s my first time with a keyholder. But I was experimenting with other cages before. Wanted to get one that felt right to wear often.”\n\n\nThe stallion nodded in a way that made Josh feel understood. “Measurements are a bitch. Too loose it slips out with just sweat. Too tight and you risk losing it.”\n\n\nJosh nearly slammed the table in solidarity. “Exactly! There are guides online, but it’s so much trial and error. On top of how expensive cages are.”\n\n\n“Right? Not to mention how hard it is to keep yourself flaccid while measuring. You get too excited thinking about locking your cock up. I’m still amazed you went for flat.”\n\n\nJosh scratched the back of his head. “Y-Yeah, well, like I said, I experimented at first.” It was nice to talk to someone else about the details. Olga may have held his key, but she wasn’t into the mechanics of his cage or the struggles to find the right one. That wasn’t to say the porcupine wasn’t supportive, she held his key after all. Olga just preferred having the control, not the details that came with it.\n\n\nShe made that all the clearer when she got up to leave, “I’ll let you two chat. There’s fun to be had tonight, and I’m not missing out.” The porcupine threw up her hands and sauntered into the crowd. Josh watched for a short moment, wondering how she never seemed to prick someone with her quills by accident. He shrugged, figuring that if she grew up with the,m she had a knack for avoiding issues. \n\n\nHe and Bruce continued their talk about chastity, from different brands, materials, to even the porn or ideas that inspired them. 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You were or anything; I was just making a joke.”\n\n\n“I know,” Josh said, grinning. “Figured I couldn’t be the only one uncomfortable.”\n\n\n“Oh?” Bruce held his hand over his chest. “I’m not making you uncomfortable, am I?”\n\n\n“Not in a bad way, if that makes sense.”\n\n\n“It doesn’t.”\n\n\nJosh shrugged. “Then I guess it’s not discomfort.”\n\n\n“Maybe we should dig deeper to see what that feeling is?” Bruce returned to his suave pose, inching in closer to test the waters. Josh all but urged him to jump in. “What other kinks do you like?”\n\n\nDespite wanting someone- anyone, really- to ask that question, Josh found himself stumped in response. “Well, I like bondage, but that’s related to chastity in a way. Something about being unable to move freely feels, um, right?”\n\n\n“What about restricted movement? Like, let’s say you couldn’t use some of your limbs.”\n\n\n“Yeah…yeah, I like that. Especially when gagged.”\n\n\n“Oh, you a gag fan? I’ve got a couple that would look delightful stuffing that bill.” \n\n\nThis was happening. Josh couldn’t believe it. His face went red. “W-Well, I wouldn’t be against the opportunity to try them on.”\n\n\nBruce took that welcome sign and ran with it. “Well, we can’t just stop at a gag, now can we? You want some bondage, you want a gag, but is there anything else you’d want?”\n\n\nSo much, but a thought occurred before he could voice it through his big fat bill. “What about you?”\n\n\n“Me?” Bruce seemed surprised by the question. Josh didn’t blame him, there were plenty of bottoms who saw tops as nothing more than kink dispensers. Which was fine, even if rude, if both sides agreed to it. Josh hated being actively rude and knew that if Bruce was offering so much, he needed to give something in return. Or at least ask it. \n\n\n“Surely there’s something you’d love to try with me. We should both have fun.”\n\n\n“Well, when you put it like that…” Bruce looked over at Josh, idly tapping his chin until a knowing smile formed. “Yes, there is something I’d like to try with you. Unfortunately, I don’t have your measurements on hand for what I’d really like, but I have enough to jury rig something.”\n\n\n“And that would be?”\n\n\nBruce inched close enough to whisper without the music dampening him. “Have you ever considered being a puppy?” \n\n\nOne didn’t spend hours watching bdsm porn without coming across a few petplay themed pictures and videos. It never appealed to Josh on a personal level; something about crawling on his hands and elbows seemed uncomfortable. But when Bruce suggested it the duck imagined himself sitting like a feral mutt waiting for his master’s treat. Given how his caged cock responded he didn’t hate the idea.\n\n\n“I could do that. What would I need to do?”\n\n\n“Head to that corner and strip down.” Bruce pointed to the darkest corner in the club, currently void of any fur enjoying themselves. “There’s a rollout mat you can use to kneel on. Just wait for me there.”\n\n\nJosh watched the grey stallion saunter off to the locker room before making his way to the corner. He stripped off his clothes with wild abandon, already naked when he arrived, and rolled out the mat. His heart pounded to the beat of the club as he waited, kneeling with his chest out and hands patting his thighs in anticipation.\n\n\nBruce returned with a duffle bag he casually dropped to the floor beside Josh. “Roll onto your back, like a feral dog showing his stomach.” As Josh did, the stallion pulled out a roll of black glossy tape. Latex tape from the sensation as Bruce locked his calves to his thighs and wrapped the tape around. “Personally, I’d prefer a lovely latex suit, but you can’t make those on short notice. Maybe if you enjoy it we can work something out.” \n\n\n“I…I’d like that,” Josh gulped. His cage twitched with excitement before the stallion. Bruce noticed, smirked, and got to work binding the next leg. Once both legs bound, he latched knee pads over the duck’s knees.\n\n\nJosh bent his arms to match his bound legs in preparation, but Bruce shook his head. “Aren’t you supposed to bind them? So I’m walking on all fours?”\n\n\n“Have you ever walked on your elbows?” Bruce asked. Josh shook his head. “Exactly, and no amount of padding is going to get a first-timer used to it. Give me your hands.” He slipped a pair of thick black leather mittens over each hand. Josh, curious, looked at the palm to see a large feral dog paw print in bright pink filling out the space. \n\n\n“That way, you can walk. Any other questions?”\n\n\nJosh shook his head.\n\n\n“Really? Not even how to say you want to stop? That sounds like a bad idea.”\n\n\n“To be fair, we’ve passed that.” The duck flapped his bound legs like flippers to make his case. \n\n\nBruce, realizing he jumped the gun, huffed and said, “Ok, fair enough. When you want to stop, pat my leg with both paws three times, ok?” \n\n\nAt his nod, the duck opened wide for the ballgag. He shivered delightfully at the sensation of someone else locking it behind his bill. There was a freedom in it despite the restriction. No responsibility on his part.\n\n\nIn place of a collar, Bruce latched a leather harness over Josh’s body. Finally and most importantly came the leather dog hood, removing the last traits of the anxious chastity slut to leave only the excited new puppy for everyone to see. With just the tug of a chain, the duckpuppy followed along his temporary master. The first few steps needed a little work, so they kept it slow. \n\n\nWhile not the philosophical type, Josh found that being a pet was another world. Being on his hands and knees made everything bigger, forcing him to crane his neck whenever addressed by a person. \n\n\n“I didn’t know you were meeting with someone tonight.” A gemsbok woman asked, clad in leather with her arm coiled around a male scimbok wearing nothing but a latex thong barely suppressing his erection. \n\n\n“Oh, Olga brought him,” Bruce said, crouching down to pet Josh’s leather scalp. “She said we had plenty in common. Speaking of, have you seen her?”\n\n\n“She’s volunteering at the impact play station. Turned a few cute butts red from what I’ve seen.” At that, the gemsbok in her hold cowered. She pulled him closer, “Oh don’t worry, I won’t let anyone hurt you,” she grabbed his ass and bit his lip, “You're my prey.” \n\n\nSure enough, she was there, though Olga needed a stool to meet the height of the rhino on the X-cross. Something about seeing D4 dice glued to her paddle made Josh’s cheeks clamp tight with every heavy clap of her strikes. \n\n\n“Oh, don’t worry,” Bruce assured him. “I’m not that kind of dom.”\n\n\nThey watched for a few minutes before Bruce decided to leave them be. Olga was too invested in her new play partner to comment on Josh’s new role. \n\n\n“Does he know any tricks?” A passerby asked, a large polar bear woman with a black lab clung under her arm. They were drenched in sweat and half-dressed, having just come from one of the back rooms. \n\n\nBruce looked down at Josh with a knowing smile. “Sit, boy.”\n\n\nJosh sat on his ass with his legs up like a feral dog on their hind legs. He barked, but the gag muffled him. The couple laughed. \n\n\nThey weren’t the first to ask. By the evening's end, Josh had performed every dog trick he knew. Sit, roll over, beg, speak (the gag hindered it too much), and more. His favorite, one that surprised even him, was exposing his stomach for anyone to crouch down and rub like he was their feral pet. \n\n\n“I think you made a nice puppy,” Bruce said, undoing the bindings. Josh wanted to do more, but the stallion needed a break from leading him around. \n\n\n“Can’t believe I missed it,” Olga arrived at the table with three bottles of water. Josh took his without a word, guzzling it down as his two friends waited. “So, what do you think?” Olga asked, “He a keeper?”\n\n\n“Honey, he’s right here.”\n\n\nShe grinned. “Trust me, he doesn’t hate being talked around. I think he gets off on it.”\n\n\n“That was completely unrelated,” Josh snapped, blushing at Bruce’s piqued curiosity. “Keeper for what?” He asked, trying to change the subject.\n\n\n“Well, Olga told me that if I liked you, I’d get to keep your key.” The porcupine produced it from her pocket as Bruce spoke, “As much as she loves holding onto it, she’d rather someone playing with you hold it.”\n\n\n“She waiting on the same for you?” \n\n\nOlga shook her head, focused forward in thought, and shook again, “Nah. Bruce gets it back if he asks for it.”\n\n\n“Wait, so why does he get the special treatment?” \n\n\n“Do you want the short answer or the long answer?” She asked. Josh backed off, realizing that either answer is both going to playfully talk down to him and make his cage feel all the tighter. They both knew his weakness and were perfectly willing to abuse it. A hell of his own making. \n\n\nHe couldn’t be more excited. At least until the orgasm hit and the post-nut clarity smacked him upside the face. But chastity was about delaying that as much as possible.\n\n\n“Well, since he’s the one giving up his freedom, I think Josh should decide,” Bruce said, giving the duck a wink. “After all, fantasy is fun, but we need to set a few boundaries. Though I can tell you don’t want many.” \n\n\n“Oh no, pressure,” Josh joked to ignore the fact he hated being given the reins. It was one thing when Olga realized he asked her to hold his key. He justified that as her leaning into the blackmail side of play, and he liked that. Hell, he preferred having so little control over it, which Josh realized might have been a mistake in the long run. \n\n\n“I think I’d like that, yeah,” Josh said, more clearly than even he expected. The weight of concern evaporated off in an instant. It felt right. Exciting. \n\n\nOlga slid the duck’s key across the table for Bruce to pick up. “Such a small thing,” he said, idly playing with it in his hands.\n\n\n“Not like what it locks is anything special,” Olga teased. \n\n\nJosh would have commented, but Bruce spoke first. “I don’t mind. It’s not like we’ll be seeing it anytime soon.” The tone of his voice was like a cement block pooled around his legs, hardened, then tossed overboard into a lake along with him. Josh gulped, his pounding heart echoing over the sounds of club music reverberating in the night. \n\n\n“Good,” The duck said, surprising himself, “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”\n\n\nBoth dominants looked shocked. Olga broke it with a laugh, and Bruce just shook his head from second-hand embarrassment. “See what I mean?” The porcupine said, hosting her hand at Josh, “He keeps digging himself deeper. Thank god he’s not my type, or I’d get annoyed fast. You might too.”\n\n\n“Oh, I don’t think so.” Bruce looked at Josh with a peculiar expression. Gears were turning, raising his grin to a sadistic little smile. “I think I might have some ideas. Tell me, Josh, would you like to take this somewhere more personal?”\n\n\n“Like the backrooms?” He pointed back with his thumb.\n\n\n“No, much more personal,” Bruce said, gently prodding the duck’s chest. “See, I have many more toys I’d like to use on you back home. And enough trunk space for you to fit comfortably, if you’re interested.” \n\n\nThat had to be a joke. Josh scanned the stallion’s face to be sure, knowing full well it couldn’t be serious. Nothing on Bruce’s face said so. He was completely serious. \n\n\nJosh nodded. \n\n\n“Good boy.” Bruce helped Josh get up and led him outside. By then, Josh remembered he was still naked from puppy play, but the back allies of the club and the dead of night helped keep his streaking from locking him in prison. Bruce popped open his van’s trunk and had Josh sit down. Carefully, he bound his wrists behind his back, then made his elbows touch, followed by his ankles and knees, all with soft black cotton rope. With those bound, it took a little fidgeting on Bruce’s part to get him hunkered into the trunk. \n\n\n“Comfy?” Bruce asked, ensuring none of the notes were too tight to cut off circulation. Josh nodded. “Good, now open wide.” The stallion shoved the jawbreaker ballgag back in, silencing any future attempts at speaking. “Now there should be a handle behind you that you can clutch. There shouldn’t be any bumps, so be careful.” \n\n\nIf the blindfold did not seal Josh’s fate, the kiss upon his gag did. Hearing the trunk shut close, Josh hunkered in silence until the slam of the front door and the start of the engine. His stomach twisted when the van moved. It was happening. Any sane person would have screamed and tried to signal that this was too far. \n\n\nJosh just waited for his new life.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "This was a bad idea. The thought was like a mantra as Josh crossed the cracked streets and sidewalks that made up the poorer neighborhood. A place of old businesses and buildings that looked one month away from being abandoned places for squatters to call homes. The duck knew this was class consciousness at play, yet he couldn’t help but think about it. It was, after all, just a distraction for him.


“Will you lighten up?” Olga said, annoyed. Despite being a foot shorter, the porcupine walked ahead of him without a care for her surroundings. Sure, her being stronger than him helped, a fact made clear by the biceps she let out to breathe in the summer night, but he didn’t quite understand how she could be so calm. Even after she told him she’d been to this ‘club’ before.


“Sorry,” he said, hanging his head meekly. “Why’s the club in this part of town again? Shouldn’t it be able to afford a nicer spot?”


“If it were intent on making money, probably. But then it wouldn’t be the right kind of club,” Olga said, shrugging before kicking her legs out to continue on. “Josh, do you even go to nightclubs?”


“No, I’ve never been the clubbing sort,” Not for lack of trying. Clubs, really most social events, were a bit too suffocating for his tastes. He wouldn’t be going to this one if Olga hadn’t convinced him, and even that took a little blackmail. Blackmail that made his crotch tighten, but blackmail all the same.


“Right, so you know how those are always filled with good stuff to justify charging like, I don’t know, fifty for a bottle of vodka?”


Josh blinked in alarm. “Fifty?”


“I’m picking a number out of my hat. I don’t exactly go drinking in clubs,” She said, batting away the accusation that she may have been bullshitting. “Point is, those places pop up in neighborhoods people would feel safer to walk around in. Not like ‘suburban safe’, you need to feel a little adventure when going out on a night on the town, or else it’s gonna get boring. Do you get what I mean?”


“I guess?” Josh just nodded as he followed, preferring to let her lesson keep him from viewing the streets. He wasn’t sure why, but something about the rain earlier that day made everything more alarming. As if every crack was more exposed, or each dark splotch was indistinguishable from water or gas. Now he knew he was making up narratives to be scared. Josh couldn’t help it, it was in his nature.


“Right, so the rent on such places is stupid high. That’s why nightclubs don’t last long. And if you try running a niche nightclub like that? Well, you’re gonna be burning money. So the community pooled their resources, albeit the owner pooled more than most, but when he retired, he made the place a co-op. It’s run by committee, and everyone agrees on at least one thing,” under her breath she added, “though we could stand to agree on more shit.”


Josh, who at this point was paying attention to Olga’s rant to avoid building a narrative around every alleyway they passed, perked up. “So what is it that you agree on?”


Olga looked up to him with a raised brow questioning the legitimacy of the question, but a smile knowing he’d ask it. “That we all needed a space for the community. Hence why it’s in a place like this.”


“To scare off normies?” Josh cringed at the term. He never liked using it but had nothing else to express upper-class citizens who painted rundown neighborhoods as hubs of crime and villainy.


“What? No,” Olga sighed, “Cause it’s cheap. Now quit dawdling, or I’ll toss your key down a sewer drain.”


Despite knowing she wouldn’t, Josh’s heart leapt in terror at the idea of his keyholder chucking the tiny symbol of his freedom into the sewer. Sure in hindsight, he’d find a way out of his chastity cage as the lock wasn’t thick. A good pair of pliers could set him free. But that rising panic of implied loss and permanent sealing of his cock rippled through his feathers like the calm before an orgasm.


From her smile, Olga knew the same. “Keep up, we don’t want to keep Bruce waiting.”


“Who is Bruce again?” Josh asked, keeping a shorter pace behind her now. There was enough length between them that the duck could imagine her leading him on by a leash. While neither was the other’s type, the dynamic at play was too fun to ignore.


“A friend. Like you,” Olga said, adding with playful sarcasm. “And I’m his keyholder. Also like you. What are the odds?”  


“Wait, what?” Josh stammered, “You’re his keyholder?”


“We played around a bit, but it didn't work out. Said I could keep one of his keys when he moved out to help us stay in touch. Considered melting it down into a ring just to fuck with him after he left, but you’ve been distracting me.”


That would explain the smelting kit she had in the kitchen. “Are you just a community keyholder or something?”


Olga laughed, throwing her head back so fast he was almost skewered by her quills. “No, but that’d be something. Personally, I’d like a more active role than just keeping tabs on everyone’s sexual proclivities.” She emphasized the last two words with her fingers mimicking quotation marks.


Josh knew Olga had a kinky background; one didn’t walk in on all her leather gear and not assume such, but he learned more about it on the way to a BDSM club than he had halfway through his lease. It helped hack away at the gnawing guilt that he was using her to get off on not getting off since she seemed to enjoy it. Come to think of it, she didn’t seem alarmed at all when he handed her the key under false pretenses.


“You knew, didn’t you?” He asked. The porcupine grinned, perfectly aware of what he meant.


Spank My’hynes, or Spankies as Olga told him, had a small pink neon sign straight out of an old porno on the wall of an unassuming concrete brick of a building. There was a line of people being checked by a pitbull and a rottweiler at the door. To his surprise, they were smiling despite their role as security. Almost as though they were to look intimidating from afar than up close.


“ID?” The rottweiler asked when they came up.


“No, hello, Ronnie?” Olga teased, producing her card.


Ronnie shrugged. “Rules are rules. You too.”


Josh blinked, then snapped back to attention and fumbled for his card, “Right, right, sorry.”


“No worries. First timer?”


“Is it that obvious?”


“Like a Christmas tree,” Ronnie glanced at Olga's ID and took a few extra seconds on Josh, looking back at him and the ID repeatedly. He handed it back when she told him to stop teasing.


“Stop trying to scare him away. He’s not some vanilla creep, not with his dick locked up.”


Josh felt a jolt zip through his spine. “Olga!”


Ronnie laughed, “Must have been for a bit, could hardly notice with how he’s walking. Relax, buddy, I’m just messing with ya. Have a good time.”


Behind the thick steel door of the entrance were two desks. One to the side to pay for entry, the other to register for membership. Between them was a thick black curtain similar to those he’d seen backstage in plays, the kind that absorbs as much light and sound as possible. It must have been good because he heard nothing behind it.


After entry pay, which Olga spotted him for, she pushed him to the registration line while he tied on his paper wristband, “What makes you think I want a membership?”


“Do you not?” she asked.


“Well…I guess. But you don’t need to push.”


“If I didn’t push, you’d still be spending the night lounging on the couch, watching movie,s and wishing you were hanging out with people.”


Hurtful but accurate. Josh rolled his eyes and registered for the fee. Eighty dollars for a year-round membership didn’t sound too bad. “You should check out the schedule. They host game nights.”


“Kinky game nights?” He asked Olga.


She raised her brow judgingly. “No, regular board games. Kinksters aren’t kinksters all the time, it gets exhausting.”


Past the first curtain was a small hallway with a branching locker room and another curtain. Like the first, it was a thick black one made to absorb lights and sounds. Unlike the first he heard the muffled rhythmic beats of club music and noticed the dancing lights that seeped underneath. Before he could get through, Olga moved him to the locker room and said to give her his phone.


“Why?” He asked defensively.


“Club rules. No phones in the play area. Smartphones can take pictures, and no one here is consenting to some random perv’s collection.”


“Oh…” Reluctantly, he handed her his phone, which the porcupine placed in a locker with a combination lock she knew by heart. “There’s a lot of rules for this place, isn’t there?”


“Can never be too careful when it comes to privacy.”


Try as he might, Josh couldn’t argue. No one wanted a picture of them being spanked to show up on social media. Well, no one that wasn’t already selling such stuff on their OnlyFurs or other porn focused sites anyway. Briefly, he imagined a scenario where that was the case. Olga latched the locker tight and pulled him by the hand before he could dig too deep.


The rhythmic beat of club music pounded through his chest when they slipped past the final curtain. Strobe lights layered the dance floor in purple and pink, somehow making the place look darker. He expected this, and thought he expected the rest but the first sign of bare ass hooked his gaze like a fish to bait.


There were people dressed in leather gear such as harnesses, corsets, or vests. People in latex from full body to only covering their face and everything in between. Tits hung freely and cocks swayed loose. Shrieks of pleasure and pain echoed from opposite sides of the room. In the center floor were two cages where furs ground their bodies together. Between the cages was a large metal ring where a thin hyena guy was doing an acrobatic performance.


Josh grabbed his shirt collar, suddenly feeling overdressed. That wasn’t the case, given there were a few fully dressed people in the crowd. The ones in khakis and collared shirts stood out like fruits in a veggie display. Some stared at the stage on the back wall, where a lemur was caught between the strap-on of a lioness and the cock of a hog.


“Lot to take in, isn’t it?” Olga asked, raising her voice for Josh to hear. He nodded, bending down to hear her better. “Don’t worry, nothing bad’s gonna happen. Nothing bad that you won’t like anyway.”


Perfectly understanding what she meant, Josh chose to remain ignorant and look back around. Her friend was here; somewhere in the mass of bodies was another locked person she had authority over. But who? There were plenty of people walking around with cages and belts. He could rule out everyone being led by a leash around their cages, figuring the ones leading them were the partners. He could have been wrong, but that was just him overthinking.


“Hey, over here!” Olga called out. Josh scampered in the direction of her voice. She was waiting at a bar with a drink handed to her by the badger bartender and a mare leaning next to her. No, not a mare. Josh blinked twice to make sure he was right. The light purple corset and thigh-high stockings fit them perfectly, but their frame was too wide, too muscular, and too flat to be a mare. Yet their makeup, glittering purple lipstick and deep eyeshadow, was done so naturally that only someone with extensive practice could pull it off. Though the chastity cage between their legs threw another wrench in it.


Better to let Olga introduce them than bury a grave with his tongue.


“This is Bruce. Bruce, this is Josh,”


Bruce nodded toward Josh as the duck sat down. “A pleasure,” he said with a voice deeper than the duck expected. Josh stretched his collar with the sudden heat building up in the club.


“L-Likewise,” he said, “So, you know Olga?”


“We were roommates,” Both he and Olga said simultaneously. They looked to each other before laughing, Bruce with a controlled giggle and Olga throwing her head back.


“Oh, wow, what a coincidence. That’s what we are,” Josh said, far more robotic than he’d like to admit. Damn awkward muscles writhing up his neck.


“So I’m told. She holding your key too?”


If Josh had a drink, he’d have done a spit take. Olga nodded before he could justify any excuse. “Yeah. He tried pretending it was a spare apartment key he wanted me to hold onto.”


“A spare apartment key?” Bruce’s eyes widened in surprise. “Seriously?” He held his finger to his thumb. “That tiny little key? Did he think you’d believe that?”


“N-no,” Josh interjected, “I was nervous. It just sort of came out. Besides, she got me to drop my pants in the same conversation.”


Now Bruce threw his head back, “Oh my god. Yeah, that’s fitting. Christ, Olga, did you make him kiss your feet or something?”


“You say that as if I’m into foot worship,” She said, elbowing his side, “But no. Outside of chastity, we’re not an item. He just wanted someone to keep him from taking his cage off, and, well, you know how much I enjoy being a keyholder.”


Perhaps instinctually, Josh peered over the table to catch a glimpse of the stallion’s cage. Bruce must have predicted the duck’s curiosity as his legs were spread open to reveal that thick stallion cock at the end of his leotard stuffed tight inside a cage. Josh had never seen a cage that big before. It dwarfed his cock without the cage.


“It’s rude to stare, Josh,” Olga said. Josh snapped back into attention, and his spine stiffened.


“Oh, it’s fine, Olga. He wanted to see, and I answered. Though, I am curious.” The stallion leaned in closer, “Will you show me yours? I’d love to see what you chose.”


The duck gulped. His heart raced. The pressure of his cage tightened as his cock strained against the bars. Taking a moment to process it, Josh stood up and unzipped his pants. Unlike Bruce who had a standard cage unveiling his shaft, he chose a flatter cage to keep his cock sealed ineffectually. Bruce seemed intrigued, reaching out just to pull away at the last second due to some sense of politeness.


“Well, that’s an intense cage for a first-timer,” He said.


“It’s not my first,” Josh admitted. Olga raised her brow. “Well, it’s my first time with a keyholder. But I was experimenting with other cages before. Wanted to get one that felt right to wear often.”


The stallion nodded in a way that made Josh feel understood. “Measurements are a bitch. Too loose it slips out with just sweat. Too tight and you risk losing it.”


Josh nearly slammed the table in solidarity. “Exactly! There are guides online, but it’s so much trial and error. On top of how expensive cages are.”


“Right? Not to mention how hard it is to keep yourself flaccid while measuring. You get too excited thinking about locking your cock up. I’m still amazed you went for flat.”


Josh scratched the back of his head. “Y-Yeah, well, like I said, I experimented at first.” It was nice to talk to someone else about the details. Olga may have held his key, but she wasn’t into the mechanics of his cage or the struggles to find the right one. That wasn’t to say the porcupine wasn’t supportive, she held his key after all. Olga just preferred having the control, not the details that came with it.


She made that all the clearer when she got up to leave, “I’ll let you two chat. There’s fun to be had tonight, and I’m not missing out.” The porcupine threw up her hands and sauntered into the crowd. Josh watched for a short moment, wondering how she never seemed to prick someone with her quills by accident. He shrugged, figuring that if she grew up with the,m she had a knack for avoiding issues.


He and Bruce continued their talk about chastity, from different brands, materials, to even the porn or ideas that inspired them. Bruce admitted that he enjoyed forced feminization when he was younger, but over time, he learned he wasn’t that much of a sub, and his idea of femininity never felt right when forced. “No one is going to go through the effort of making you beautiful. It has to be you.”


“Well, you’ve pulled it off,” Josh found himself blushing while complimenting the stallion. “I mean, I couldn’t even tell you were…well, you know…”


Bruce leaned in with his elbows on the table, nestling his chin against his fist with his ear raised. That satisfied smirk grew bigger as Josh continued to fumble his words. “I’m not trying to pass, honey. Can’t a man try to look pretty? Why leave all this to women? Or are you one of those guys who think soap isn’t manly enough?”


“Are you saying I stink?”


Bruce blinked. His smile vanished in a state of alarm. “Uh…no,” he blushed, “I didn’t mean to imply. You were or anything; I was just making a joke.”


“I know,” Josh said, grinning. “Figured I couldn’t be the only one uncomfortable.”


“Oh?” Bruce held his hand over his chest. “I’m not making you uncomfortable, am I?”


“Not in a bad way, if that makes sense.”


“It doesn’t.”


Josh shrugged. “Then I guess it’s not discomfort.”


“Maybe we should dig deeper to see what that feeling is?” Bruce returned to his suave pose, inching in closer to test the waters. Josh all but urged him to jump in. “What other kinks do you like?”


Despite wanting someone- anyone, really- to ask that question, Josh found himself stumped in response. “Well, I like bondage, but that’s related to chastity in a way. Something about being unable to move freely feels, um, right?”


“What about restricted movement? Like, let’s say you couldn’t use some of your limbs.”


“Yeah…yeah, I like that. Especially when gagged.”


“Oh, you a gag fan? I’ve got a couple that would look delightful stuffing that bill.”


This was happening. Josh couldn’t believe it. His face went red. “W-Well, I wouldn’t be against the opportunity to try them on.”


Bruce took that welcome sign and ran with it. “Well, we can’t just stop at a gag, now can we? You want some bondage, you want a gag, but is there anything else you’d want?”


So much, but a thought occurred before he could voice it through his big fat bill. “What about you?”


“Me?” Bruce seemed surprised by the question. Josh didn’t blame him, there were plenty of bottoms who saw tops as nothing more than kink dispensers. Which was fine, even if rude, if both sides agreed to it. Josh hated being actively rude and knew that if Bruce was offering so much, he needed to give something in return. Or at least ask it.


“Surely there’s something you’d love to try with me. We should both have fun.”


“Well, when you put it like that…” Bruce looked over at Josh, idly tapping his chin until a knowing smile formed. “Yes, there is something I’d like to try with you. Unfortunately, I don’t have your measurements on hand for what I’d really like, but I have enough to jury rig something.”


“And that would be?”


Bruce inched close enough to whisper without the music dampening him. “Have you ever considered being a puppy?”


One didn’t spend hours watching bdsm porn without coming across a few petplay themed pictures and videos. It never appealed to Josh on a personal level; something about crawling on his hands and elbows seemed uncomfortable. But when Bruce suggested it the duck imagined himself sitting like a feral mutt waiting for his master’s treat. Given how his caged cock responded he didn’t hate the idea.


“I could do that. What would I need to do?”


“Head to that corner and strip down.” Bruce pointed to the darkest corner in the club, currently void of any fur enjoying themselves. “There’s a rollout mat you can use to kneel on. Just wait for me there.”


Josh watched the grey stallion saunter off to the locker room before making his way to the corner. He stripped off his clothes with wild abandon, already naked when he arrived, and rolled out the mat. His heart pounded to the beat of the club as he waited, kneeling with his chest out and hands patting his thighs in anticipation.


Bruce returned with a duffle bag he casually dropped to the floor beside Josh. “Roll onto your back, like a feral dog showing his stomach.” As Josh did, the stallion pulled out a roll of black glossy tape. Latex tape from the sensation as Bruce locked his calves to his thighs and wrapped the tape around. “Personally, I’d prefer a lovely latex suit, but you can’t make those on short notice. Maybe if you enjoy it we can work something out.”


“I…I’d like that,” Josh gulped. His cage twitched with excitement before the stallion. Bruce noticed, smirked, and got to work binding the next leg. Once both legs bound, he latched knee pads over the duck’s knees.


Josh bent his arms to match his bound legs in preparation, but Bruce shook his head. “Aren’t you supposed to bind them? So I’m walking on all fours?”


“Have you ever walked on your elbows?” Bruce asked. Josh shook his head. “Exactly, and no amount of padding is going to get a first-timer used to it. Give me your hands.” He slipped a pair of thick black leather mittens over each hand. Josh, curious, looked at the palm to see a large feral dog paw print in bright pink filling out the space.


“That way, you can walk. Any other questions?”


Josh shook his head.


“Really? Not even how to say you want to stop? That sounds like a bad idea.”


“To be fair, we’ve passed that.” The duck flapped his bound legs like flippers to make his case.


Bruce, realizing he jumped the gun, huffed and said, “Ok, fair enough. When you want to stop, pat my leg with both paws three times, ok?”


At his nod, the duck opened wide for the ballgag. He shivered delightfully at the sensation of someone else locking it behind his bill. There was a freedom in it despite the restriction. No responsibility on his part.


In place of a collar, Bruce latched a leather harness over Josh’s body. Finally and most importantly came the leather dog hood, removing the last traits of the anxious chastity slut to leave only the excited new puppy for everyone to see. With just the tug of a chain, the duckpuppy followed along his temporary master. The first few steps needed a little work, so they kept it slow.


While not the philosophical type, Josh found that being a pet was another world. Being on his hands and knees made everything bigger, forcing him to crane his neck whenever addressed by a person.


“I didn’t know you were meeting with someone tonight.” A gemsbok woman asked, clad in leather with her arm coiled around a male scimbok wearing nothing but a latex thong barely suppressing his erection.


“Oh, Olga brought him,” Bruce said, crouching down to pet Josh’s leather scalp. “She said we had plenty in common. Speaking of, have you seen her?”


“She’s volunteering at the impact play station. Turned a few cute butts red from what I’ve seen.” At that, the gemsbok in her hold cowered. She pulled him closer, “Oh don’t worry, I won’t let anyone hurt you,” she grabbed his ass and bit his lip, “You're my prey.”


Sure enough, she was there, though Olga needed a stool to meet the height of the rhino on the X-cross. Something about seeing D4 dice glued to her paddle made Josh’s cheeks clamp tight with every heavy clap of her strikes.


“Oh, don’t worry,” Bruce assured him. “I’m not that kind of dom.”


They watched for a few minutes before Bruce decided to leave them be. Olga was too invested in her new play partner to comment on Josh’s new role.


“Does he know any tricks?” A passerby asked, a large polar bear woman with a black lab clung under her arm. They were drenched in sweat and half-dressed, having just come from one of the back rooms.


Bruce looked down at Josh with a knowing smile. “Sit, boy.”


Josh sat on his ass with his legs up like a feral dog on their hind legs. He barked, but the gag muffled him. The couple laughed.


They weren’t the first to ask. By the evening's end, Josh had performed every dog trick he knew. Sit, roll over, beg, speak (the gag hindered it too much), and more. His favorite, one that surprised even him, was exposing his stomach for anyone to crouch down and rub like he was their feral pet.


“I think you made a nice puppy,” Bruce said, undoing the bindings. Josh wanted to do more, but the stallion needed a break from leading him around.


“Can’t believe I missed it,” Olga arrived at the table with three bottles of water. Josh took his without a word, guzzling it down as his two friends waited. “So, what do you think?” Olga asked, “He a keeper?”


“Honey, he’s right here.”


She grinned. “Trust me, he doesn’t hate being talked around. I think he gets off on it.”


“That was completely unrelated,” Josh snapped, blushing at Bruce’s piqued curiosity. “Keeper for what?” He asked, trying to change the subject.


“Well, Olga told me that if I liked you, I’d get to keep your key.” The porcupine produced it from her pocket as Bruce spoke, “As much as she loves holding onto it, she’d rather someone playing with you hold it.”


“She waiting on the same for you?”


Olga shook her head, focused forward in thought, and shook again, “Nah. Bruce gets it back if he asks for it.”


“Wait, so why does he get the special treatment?”


“Do you want the short answer or the long answer?” She asked. Josh backed off, realizing that either answer is both going to playfully talk down to him and make his cage feel all the tighter. They both knew his weakness and were perfectly willing to abuse it. A hell of his own making.


He couldn’t be more excited. At least until the orgasm hit and the post-nut clarity smacked him upside the face. But chastity was about delaying that as much as possible.


“Well, since he’s the one giving up his freedom, I think Josh should decide,” Bruce said, giving the duck a wink. “After all, fantasy is fun, but we need to set a few boundaries. Though I can tell you don’t want many.”


“Oh no, pressure,” Josh joked to ignore the fact he hated being given the reins. It was one thing when Olga realized he asked her to hold his key. He justified that as her leaning into the blackmail side of play, and he liked that. Hell, he preferred having so little control over it, which Josh realized might have been a mistake in the long run.


“I think I’d like that, yeah,” Josh said, more clearly than even he expected. The weight of concern evaporated off in an instant. It felt right. Exciting.


Olga slid the duck’s key across the table for Bruce to pick up. “Such a small thing,” he said, idly playing with it in his hands.


“Not like what it locks is anything special,” Olga teased.


Josh would have commented, but Bruce spoke first. “I don’t mind. It’s not like we’ll be seeing it anytime soon.” The tone of his voice was like a cement block pooled around his legs, hardened, then tossed overboard into a lake along with him. Josh gulped, his pounding heart echoing over the sounds of club music reverberating in the night.


“Good,” The duck said, surprising himself, “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”


Both dominants looked shocked. Olga broke it with a laugh, and Bruce just shook his head from second-hand embarrassment. “See what I mean?” The porcupine said, hosting her hand at Josh, “He keeps digging himself deeper. Thank god he’s not my type, or I’d get annoyed fast. You might too.”


“Oh, I don’t think so.” Bruce looked at Josh with a peculiar expression. Gears were turning, raising his grin to a sadistic little smile. “I think I might have some ideas. Tell me, Josh, would you like to take this somewhere more personal?”


“Like the backrooms?” He pointed back with his thumb.


“No, much more personal,” Bruce said, gently prodding the duck’s chest. “See, I have many more toys I’d like to use on you back home. And enough trunk space for you to fit comfortably, if you’re interested.”


That had to be a joke. Josh scanned the stallion’s face to be sure, knowing full well it couldn’t be serious. Nothing on Bruce’s face said so. He was completely serious.


Josh nodded.


“Good boy.” Bruce helped Josh get up and led him outside. By then, Josh remembered he was still naked from puppy play, but the back allies of the club and the dead of night helped keep his streaking from locking him in prison. Bruce popped open his van’s trunk and had Josh sit down. Carefully, he bound his wrists behind his back, then made his elbows touch, followed by his ankles and knees, all with soft black cotton rope. With those bound, it took a little fidgeting on Bruce’s part to get him hunkered into the trunk.


“Comfy?” Bruce asked, ensuring none of the notes were too tight to cut off circulation. Josh nodded. “Good, now open wide.” The stallion shoved the jawbreaker ballgag back in, silencing any future attempts at speaking. “Now there should be a handle behind you that you can clutch. There shouldn’t be any bumps, so be careful.”


If the blindfold did not seal Josh’s fate, the kiss upon his gag did. Hearing the trunk shut close, Josh hunkered in silence until the slam of the front door and the start of the engine. His stomach twisted when the van moved. It was happening. Any sane person would have screamed and tried to signal that this was too far.


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