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Warning! This story contains consensual objectification, force-feeding (including not-traditionally-considered-edible stuff), watersports, and intense musk/odour. This story is about Naveed cleaning himself up the morning after an orgy, so, there's a lot of detail put into messiness. Some kinks and situations are sprung on suddenly for effect (Shyamalaaaaaaan), so please mind this warning and the tags before reading. This story is dedicated to my friend Sleth, blame him >:-3

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Messy, fun, thematic, and well-attended BDSM orgies came together so rarely for Naveed these days. They were a treat! Waking up the morning after one of them with stretched out, nicely sore, exercised muscles was a joy each time. Orgies like last night's were as strikingly rare as good dinner parties had been in recent years. Instead of one every month or two in his youth, both were now down to a couple of fancy get-togethers a year. Not to mention other characteristics shared between the social gatherings! Ensuring everyone had rides to and from, organizing and presenting a menu of activities in advance so people could plan any needed dry cleaning, the painstaking preparation of cracker, cheese, and fruit boards, noise complaints from neighbours, wine, whiskey and beer selections, having to clean up the kitchen the morning after, breaking out the fancy china, polishing the silver, and even setting out just the most extravagant candle holders and centrepieces took the same amount of effort. So many stars to had to line up correctly!

Sunlight gently pulled Naveed out of the end of a rather fantastic dream, and on the slow roll to consciousness his mind fluttered over the events of the night before. The theme had come together so cohesively, which was so much better than their previous attempt. Just the thought of his horrendously failed "Choose Your Enema!" night made Naveed shudder. Distilled water ever since. Last night's was a redemption, though! Getting so many guys into bondage and objectification proved to be a really fun night for the group. Most had gone home after being released the night before, but, Naveed knew there were plenty of stragglers left in the apartment. The brown-furred wolf was a gentleman host, after all, he promised all of his guests breakfast if they cared to spend the night. A few of them were even in his bed! His eyes fluttered opened and took in the warming sunlight, it fit nicely with the cool, humid, morning air blowing in through the wolf's open windows.

Naveed saw himself reflected back at him from the ceiling. Initially the mirror had been an way-too-expensive ironic joke to have with his partners, but, it sure grew on the narcissistic side of him and now he genuinely loved it. Not just seeming himself in bed, but, he loved seeing others watch themselves - it could be revealing, and the voyeur always looked for those tells. The massive, muscled, 6'6" wolf examined himself in the mirror as best he could - he could barely make out his huge, muscled, brown-furred form through his hazy half-asleep eyes, though he could see his police uniform's had hanging to his side off of his dick. He lifted the hat up and tossed it onto the floor, beneath was an overloaded condom still hugging his hard-on. He could just barely make out his thick, heavy, black leather hardness strapped around his torso on his shape in the mirrored image, and it hurt to try and make it out. His head was pounding from a hangover, his eyes just refused to focus. Light and detail was painful, so he shut his eyes to dim and blur the world even more. He turning to the side, he saw the leather so nicely blend in with his black sheets. It was a dark, comfortably lit room, full of dark greys, deep greens, ambient, warm, yellow and orange lights. It was comfortable. He licked his lips as he came into some still-blurry focus - so much white, cummy mess from the night before on his chest and stomach.

All of that cum was from someone else. His own was grossly filling out a hanging, cum-filled, water balloon like condom still hanging on tight to the wolf's semi-chub that no longer had the cop's hat to hide underneath. The reservoir and whole head of the condom were stretched with just a sickening amount of wolf-batter. Three loads and it hadn't broken! It had been more for kink than for practicality, really, worn through three orgasms with three different partners. Well, make that four - it had been a small, forced orgasm after the other three, that stallion calling himself 'Fleshlight' hadn't given Naveed a choice about that riding.

He couldn't help playing with the mess on his dick a little, he was easily amused and pressing his fingertips around the slick, rubbery, stretched surface was a hell of a lot of amusement. He pressed his fingertips just past his cock's tip to seal it, then, pulled it up and off of a slick, messy, cum-covered dick! The stimulation of wet rubber sliding over it was nice. The wolf, well into his 30s, still smirked with pride at himself when he spotted a particularly large, swelling throb in his member. He loved such little joys in life like that feeling. Naveed rubbed the back of his head against the fluff he was sleeping on, and the fluff gave a little squeak back. His head was laying on a nice, big, cushioned wolf belly with a few orgy stains of its own. The sub was restrained by being hogtied with black, silk rope fit with a big, thick ring-gag in his maw keeping it open. Naveed got up, stretched, and turned to look over the friend he'd slept on.

"... Well, morning, hun. How long have you been up, my sexy Pillow?" he asked. He stroked the wolf's cheek, then, smiled as he got a rumbling, appreciative murr in response and a wag of the male's tale. He tried to say something, but, Naveed really couldn't tell what it was. "Yes, yes, I know," he said, play-acting like he understood as he would a pet. "That's so cute of you to say." Naveed looked down and wiggled his toes - they were underneath his apparent blanket for a night, a little, lithe lynx curled up and still gently-snoring on top of Naveed's feet and lower legs. "... Oh, my... precious..." he cooed. The sleeping, purring lynx had a muzzle on to keep his mouth shut, a blindfold to keep bothersome light out, and earplugs to keep it nice and quiet in his head. He'd been brought to the apartment like that, and had been just as curled up and cute as now. He hadn't wanted a part of any action, just, wanting to be tied up on people to cuddle - a living Blanket. It was adorable! He slipped his feet out from underneath him, trying oh-so-carefully not to wake him up. He turned to his wolf-pillow friend and brought a few more fingers and against his cheek to stroke. "I'm going to be right back. Want another round with your before breakfast. My cock is gonna sink so deep in that smile of yours, my little, fluffy Pillow..." he cooed, teasing his bound-up and mouth-spread friend about that was coming up.

Naveed was half-asleep and on auto-pilot, it felt like only one or two steps before he was suddenly face-to-face with himself in a mirror that wasn't on the ceiling. The image was still blurry, he rubbed his paws in his eyes, then, stretched it out by making funny faces at himself in the mirror. Thankfully the light wasn't the usual harsh fluorescent, like one would find in the bathroom accessible from the living room. The master bedroom's bathroom decor and lighting was borrowed right from that bedroom. They even shared the same cold, hardwood floor. Naveed liked comfort more than anything, and the nice atmosphere let him relax and go through his morning routines with mindfulness. He was getting more and more into that shit with each article on the topic he read or skimmed. The wolf built up a lot of tension in him from work and from play, it was nice when simple morning clean-ups and routines became helpful meditation. He even tried to pay attention to his fidgeting, like what he was going with the opening of the condom held in his fingers.

He rolled the condom in his fingertips and used his thumb to spread cum from it. Seed dripped from his sticky, cum-covered, glistening shaft, trapped there inside the condom and marinating in its own cum while the wolf slept. It was getting onto the floor, it splattered over the already-stained floor mat in front of the toilet! His other paw carefully tore some washroom tissue from a new roll on the shelf, balled it up in his paw and wiped over his cock, cleaning up all of the cum that was smeared on it. He worked and worked at it, tossing ball after ball of cum-soaked tissue into his trash bin until his cock was visually somewhat cleaner.

It was then that he noticed the stickiness on his foot. He held his foot up and out to the side and looked down - cum on it. He couldn't even remember who'd gotten it there. Probably that dominant fucker who's introduced himself as 'Vibrator', he'd ground himself more than once against the brown-furred wolf and some of the other switches when they were busy inside of others. The weasel! Literal weasel, of course. Naveed wasn't a speciesist (... outside of some scenes).

Naveed stepped away from the mirror and his sink, but ended up landing his other bare foot's heel in some mess of cum left by the first foot. He wiped his foot off on his furry, white, warm, and cozy bathroom floor mat. It, along with the rest of the bathroom, had been perfectly clean before the orgy started. Now? The mat, like the sides of his throne and the bin beside it, were just splattered with white and a sticky yellow of excited guests that hadn't bothered to aim much. It already had cum and some yellow stains from the night before. Next party, he thought, he might try and just put out something black or dark grey so it wouldn't be quite so shocking the morning after something like that.

Naveed's temples pounded with more of a headache - it wasn't from aggravation, though, he was sure half of the stains on his things were from himself. He furrowed his eyebrows and looked for a patch of drier floor mat, then, rubbed his foot furiously over it to get it clean. "There we go," he murmured. Practising his mindfulness, he switched out for his other foot, getting whatever he'd stepped in on the way on in his mat.

His toilet and trash bin were in a similar, sorry state. His toilet's sides were covered in yellow stains and splashes of cum from Naveed's guests. Naveed lifted the toilet's lid and looked inside, expecting the worst - but no, just some cum and the odour of some piss. Naveed was a kinky fucker, he didn't mind that so much! But, the outside needed a good cleaning, perhaps he'd get to it this afternoon. Naveed would list procrastination as one of his bigger weaknesses if he could just get around to doing that.

His paw was a mess and the heavy, loaded condom was starting to stretch downward. Naveed didn't want even more of a mess to clean up off of that cold bathroom floor so he held the loaded condom-bomb over his sink, wiggled his finger around the tip, then, for fun and novelty stabbed a hole in the head of the condom with his index finger's claw. The fragile structural integrity completely failed, it burst open in a messy pop and splatter cum all over the inside of his sink! It was just filled with the previous night's thick, white loads until it all drained into the shadows of his sink's pipe. The cop always liked this part of condom-play, it felt like disposing of evidence.

He couldn't very well put his shredded, cum-covered condom in the sink, though. He was sensible and dropped the slick, broken rubber into his trash bin. Naveed, ever-the-kinkster, felt his cock throb when he heard the wet and sloppy thud of the rubber against the bin, that sound was just sloppy and nice to the lecherous side of his brain. Again, it was all about the little joys that added up to a mindful, pleasurable morning of meditation - and he was getting the living hell relaxed out of him with the little cleanup. Even the dirty little things were helping Naveed clear the fog and tension out of his mind, he focused intensely on his fingers and how nice it felt for the cum-covered digits to rub against one another.

He quickly flicked his fingers, flinging cum at his sink with some of the excess flying off to land droplets on the trash bin and toilet. Naveed thought about washing the cum off of his fingers, but, without working water he just had the jug of water saved on the bathroom shelf to work with - he wanted to brush his teeth and wash up a little, so, into his own maw his fingers went, licking and sucking up the last of the condom's contents. Naveed grinned! He was happy his pineapple-heavy diet seemed to be paying off. He went back for seconds left on splatter on his wrist while meandering his way to the front of the toilet. No, it wasn't the most functional bathroom, but it was his personal one. His guests were free to use it, or, use the one out by the living room which did have some water in the taps. Naveed didn't mind roughing it, and he felt extra comfortable there in spite of the mess. It all natural, and even as he stood there nature was calling to him.

His morning piss was sacred, easily one of the most enjoyable parts to his day! With a bladder so full from the night it was just wonderful to feel it escape with urgency, it just tickled him in some of the right places. His vision was still a little unfocused - too much tequila, perhaps. His head really was pounding! He aimed broadly for the toilet, but, since he was going to be cleaning them up anyways Naveed just just go of his paw and enjoyed letting his cock piss freely. He kept his aim in the target-ring at first, but, then the golden stream splashed against the side of his toilet, and with a sudden need to scratch his ass a twist moved the stream so it splashed against his bin and into it.

More drift, and that stream veered off and splattered into his sink! He swung back to correct himself and get it in his toilet again, but, the stimulation of sudden movement caused another cock swell. His dick straightened up and bumped up against his stomach, showering himself and some of his leather in his own urine. He grunted, inched his hips back and leaned forward with a growl. The stream splashed up against himself and onto his harness, the stream fell back down on his cock, over his legs, and all over the floor mat. Whatever dry, unstained spots left on that thing were doused now, the wolf knew. He'd clean it later.

The bathroom smelled so strongly of piss after that. Naveed briefly regretted his poor aim, he reached for the shelf to get some more washroom tissue, carefully folded three squares overtop of one another and tenderly dabbed his dick, trying to soak up all of the piss without leaving much fibre behind. Without running water in the bathroom he'd have to save his shower for the gym, he didn't want to waste the water in the jug on that! Naveed haphazardly tossed the yellow-soaked tissue towards the toilet, but, it ricocheted off of the rim and landed in the bin instead. Naveed shrugged - in his calm, meditative state, he really didn't need to bother with that. With the mess the bathroom was in, some piss-soaked tissue in his trash bin wasn't the worst offender.

Hygiene was important, though, and he'd just held his dick for a few seconds to piss, not to mention cleaning.

Off the shelf came the jug of water, as did his dwindling bar of soap. He rubbed it around and between his paws, lathered himself up and got all of the urine covered in it so he could get a nice clean. He rinsed the suds off into the ink, then, took the little bit of soap left and shook his head. It was difficult for his big paw to hold it properly already, so, the piss-and-lather covered bar of soap was simply plunked down into the trash bin. He'd need to get another bar of it today. Cleanliness was next to godliness, after all!

Naveed opened his maw up wide, stuck out his tongue and examined himself in the mirror! It was in need of some brushing. One whiff and he knew he needed some mouthwash, too! He took his toothbrush and toothpaste off of the shelf, then, stuck the toothbrush into his jug of water and swirled it around to get it wet. On went the toothpaste, then, the wolf shoved it in his maw. Oral hygiene was key - the wolf let his eyes drift shut as he brushed, spending a good five minutes going over those sharp, predatory teeth of his. Such a long brushing meant a lot of toothpaste suds rolling out of his maw and down his chin - he spat it out into his sink and every twenty or thirty seconds he pulled his toothbrush out to knock it against the rim of his sink, knocking the excess suds down inside. Naveed reached into the jug of water, took out some water in his cupped paw and agitated the toothbrush in it, giving a little clean. The dirtied water he dumped into the sink, then, another paw-full went into his maw for a rinse-and-spit.

Naveed looked down - a little pet peeve of his, he didn't like toothbrush suds hanging around in the bowl, exposed to air. They could harden and get hard to clean, so, immediately he spat at it, and watched his heavy glob of saliva push the toothpaste suds into the dark opening of his sink's pipes. Perfect! Next came the mouthwash, Naveed threw his head back and took a big mouthful of the stuff, then, started rinsing his mouth for the required thirty seconds. He used to count it out just to get frustrated and bored.

Now he worked on other things while rinsing. The brown wolf splashed water under his underarms to wash some of that musky sweat off and into the sink, but, the odour really hung in strong around his nostrils until Naveed applied some obnoxious 'HEROIC ALPHA SPICE SHOCK' deodorant. When it came these kinds of BDSM scenes and the mornings he just loved seeing winces with his arms lifted high, whether that little fun torture was musk or overwhelming bro-dude animal-themed 'clean' smell.

The big, commanding, beastly wolf of a cop who faced all obstacles with a steely resolve threw his head back to gargle on his mouthwash and... choked. Badly. The burning sensation on the back of his throat triggered something he hadn't felt in years - a gag reflex. It was alive after all! The beastly, always-in-control cop threw his body forward in a heave and splattered it out in one huge, explosive push of air, sending a shockwave of mouthwash particles into a disgusting, minty blue cloud of oral hygiene which just soaked every inch of the mirror, sink, trash bin, toilet, floor mat, shelf, wall, floor... it was everywhere. Naveed sniffed - at least the piss smell was gone, for a moment. The stench of ammonium acid was temporarily abated by the sweet, sweet scent of peppermint. Both made Naveed's nose twitch.

"... I'm just gonna have to bring in the hose," he grunted out under his breath, feigning a little annoyance at the situation. Really, it was fine! It was a mess anyway, and seeing mouthwash splattered over everything was even more funny. He knew there was one or two guys sleeping on the couch out in the living room who liked a romping mess, he almost wanted to go pull them into show them and have a bit of fun! Naveed felt oddly proud of his its disarray.

Naveed still saw himself in the mirror. His face was surprisingly clean! It was a nice change, it wasn't all that rare to wake up with the kind of facial he couldn't open an eye after until splashing a little water on him. His hair was a mess, though, that thick, unruly main of his was pointing every which way except back like he wanted. He took his comb, spat a little on it, then, ran it through his hair to fix it up while guiding himself in the mirror. He focused on the nice sensations of the teeth of the comb brushing against his scalp, and it always felt nice to get some of the mess out of there. Left on the comb was some of his fur and some clumps where he'd gotten some drips of cum - he ran his paw along the comb, tossed the cummy-hair in the trash and set his comb down on the sink.

Naveed made eye contact with himself in the mouthwash-splattered mirror and smiled. Yeah... he knew there were some folks still here, maybe some who'd like more of the wolf's cum. But, with the smell of piss and mouthwash overwhelming his nose the masochist couldn't help it! His cock was fully sliding out of his sheath and nudging against his big, hanging belly. It was getting drips of precum on it again, and after he'd just cleaned it! The brown-furred wolf wanted to save some for the cuteness in his bed and in the living room, but, here? He deserved a little self-pleasure. It wouldn't stop him from knotting someone later if they really wanted it, Naveed felt like he had two, maybe two and a half orgasms left in him for the morning, even with the draining from last night he'd dumped into his sink and tossed in his bin.

One warm paw wrapped around his own throbbing, hard, ebony cock and the other took firm, comfortable hold of his balls. He groaned and stroked, he and tugged on both, then, smiled and bit his lip while his paws pounded together together to roughly squeeze his knot in between them. If he hadn't been set on blowing a lot before, he sure was now! Practising mindfulness was easy when the wolf was jerking off. Decades of practice at letting his mind slip into his dick and exist there fully came into play, the whole world just melted away as Naveed treated his own body like a toy for his own amusement. He loved it when his dominants or submissives gave him paw-jobs, but, there was just something so special about self-service. Naveed knew just where and when to squeeze on his knot, knew when he wanted his claws pressing into his shaft, knew just went it was time to fight the urge to douse his sundae in sauce, as it were, and when it was time to let the spigot fly open and finish making the dessert so sweet.

Naveed was hungry for it. He didn't want to wait - he squeezed his sac and applied a familiar, gentle twist to his balls, accenting the moment as his other paw moved to his knot to squeeze and tug at that as he came. He aimed broadly for the toilet, but, again only some of the liquid flying from him were on target. Cum splattered around the inside of his throne, then all over the sides, against and into his trash bin, and even against the side of his sink! Naveed didn't mind, there had already been a mess over the stuff before. It actually brought him pride to see his seed splattered so carelessly over his bathroom! Hah, maybe some sub still here would like the job of cleaning it up, he thought. That sure would save him a lot of work in the afternoon.

The wolf stood in front of the mirror and plopped his balls and cock in his sink, then, took the jug of water and splashed the remained down over his paws and over his junk to wash the remaining cum, sweat, and urine down into the dark pipes. The cop grinned in a little thrill - it was so basic, so everyday, but watching his sin 'disappear' down the drain alone made jacking off worth it. He knocked his cock against the rim of his sink to shake some of the water off, then, pulled back. The cold water was helpful, it was only a few more seconds until the wolf's dark dick had disappeared back into his brown fur. His sheathe was a bit of a mess of cum and dried urine, but, it'd be something he could take care of in the shower once everyone went home.

Naveed almost left the bathroom in that condition, but, he turned back to give another look to the absolute disaster that was the washroom. Something was off. He looked to his floor mat and let his eyes trail over the soft, plush fur he put his paw near the centre of it and pressed downward. "... Did'y'like that? You like all of that cum and piss on you, don't you," he told to the un-moving object on the floor. The disgusting, stained, white, bearskin floor mat didn't respond, of course. It couldn't! Naveed had to press hard down on the Mat's pump rear, and then he felt it, yeah! No, the Floor Mat couldn't speak, but he could grunt. The polar bear rumbled underneath him when Naveed stepped down in the spot to squeeze the bear's dick pressed so tightly against the hardwood floor. Naveed's ears flicked at hearing the most wonderful groan escape that gagged mouth.

The brown wolf licked his fangs and took his foot away, removing the stimulation his Floor Mat got. "Yeah. That's right. Thought you did." His eyes turned from one of his orgy guests to his Toilet, Trash Bin, and Sink, all strapped down and in place on the floor with mouth-spreading gags aimed towards the ceiling. Pillow was looking at them, too. Naveed's personal bathroom setup, without the running water, was set up in the corner of his bedroom beside a shelf for amenities. The mouth-spread wolf had gotten a good view of Naveed's quick morning clean-up, and his Pillow's bright, red cock was out and poking up against the belly Naveed had used to sleep.

His Toilet and Sink - harnessed and restrained otter and skunk, respectively - and were hard as fucking rocks! They were leaking impressive messes of their own onto the floor. Pools of precum were forming between their strapped-down knees. Both of their tongues were cutely curled and poking up out of their maws, grunting and groaning in begging for more. But, Naveed tilted his head and instead looked between them. His Trash Bin was only semi hard and his tongue wasn't curled out for more of it... at first he felt some panic, had Trash Bin not been into it? But, his concern changed to complete disapproval when he saw the splatter of white coming from his semi-hard dick landing all over the floor and the back of the polar bear's legs.

Naveed squatted down in front of his Trash Bin and very gently cupped the coyote's balls, then, brought his thumb up to rub where his bright, red cock poked out of his grey-furred sheath but rubbed around until he felt his sheathe start to bulge and grow again - soon it slipped back out of the coyote's body, and Naveed leaned forward to look down into his Trash Bin's eyes for the first time since strapping him into place. "... How many times am I going to need to spank you for cumming?" he growled. He used a deep, threatening growl in the back of his throat in a show of being in-scene - the twist to his Trash Bin's balls came swiftly and continued until he heard the kind of whimper Naveed wanted to hear from him. The wolf seethed anger while bringing his muzzle so closed to the force-open one of his sub.

"You're breaking the illusion. How am I supposed to believe you're not here if you just fucking cum every time I feed you a little bit of toilet paper? Hmm?" he demanded. Naveed stood up and shook his head in stern disapproval. The fearsome beast shook his head and felt mock-anger build to fume outwardly at his sub. "You know what? Fuck it. We're gonna go find the others in the kitchen." Naveed's dark, mischievous grin was lit and shined through his eyes. "Looks like I know who's eating any nice, warm apples left overnight in my Fridge."