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A Role-Reversal, reversed!

The warm water sprayed hard and fast out of the large shower head, drenching the rodent beneath it in steamy bliss. Garco Casigena, an early-20s white rat, sighed happily as he allowed the cleansing cascade to rush through his short fur as he lathered himself with soap containing hints of lavender. The ashen male had his eyes shut of course, enjoying the sensation of the shower while he scrubbed up every part of his short yet toned body. Water trickled in rivulets throughout his body and collected in little droplets on his whiskers. The rodent made sure to wash everywhere thoroughly, paying special attention to the dark part under his tail. Garco ran his warm, soapy fingers up along his violet-striped snowy buttocks and into his cleft, massaging his tender pink hole. Chirring to himself, the rodent rinsed off the soap and pressed a hairless digit against his entrance, slowly sliding the tip of his finger inside of his seldom-used backside and very gradually opened himself up. His relationship with Myles, a silver-furred bighorn ram, was mostly straightforward: he preferred to top and Myles preferred to bottom. There wasn't often a desire to switch things up. However as his ram partner would come to realize, being the top and being the Dom are not always mutually inclusive.

Garco, still with a single digit inside of himself, managed to easily find and nudge that uniquely male pleasure center inside of his body and moaned quietly to himself. He watched as his pink member slowly slipped from his sheath and peaked out into the spray of the water. He had mounted his mate enough times to know exactly what to do to satisfy him anally, of course, and it took quite the mental effort to cease his solo activities and exit the shower before he turned that practice onto himself. Stepping out dripping wet onto the plush green rug, the rat grabbed his towel and dried himself off as much as he could before the anticipation of future events won over. Newly clean and glistening, he walked nude sporting an already-rigid member into his shared bedroom and fed his obsidian eyes on the sight before him.

"I'm back, bitch."

Upon hearing his Master address him the male sheep looked up, as much as he was figuratively able; the blindfold prevented any actual vision. Myles was strapped down to the bed on his back. His large paws were secured by thick, red pleather cuffs at the top corners of the bed while his thick-furred legs and hooves were restrained by a stainless steel spreader bar that, in turn, was fastened by straps reaching from underneath the mattress. The argent male's only article of clothing (loosely-defined) was the matching red harness that fit snugly across his chest and slight chub of his fuzzy stomach. In addition to the blindfold the bighorn had a spherical gag forced into his maw, his flat teeth pressing hard against the thick rubber. Around his neck (given support by the pillow beneath his horned head) the caprine slave wore a black collar and leash which over his chest and dangling limply over the bed. The final part of the sub's attire was his shiny cock-cage, which shimmered faintly thanks to the dimmed light of the bedroom. The cage had an attachment that went over the caprine's big oval-shaped balls and plugged up his ebony tailhole with a small lock-in bulb. Within the cage, the bound sheep's insignificant cock had swollen and shrunk several times during the 10 minutes that he'd been here. The anticipation of future events worked up his lust, which was cruelly dismissed almost immediately by the confines of the padlocked device. Even with all of his restraints in place, the taller fur couldn't help but squirm at least a little (at most, to be fair) with renewed excitement: even the briefest of showers feel like they take hours when one is tied down and horny.

The slim, short anthro approached his captive sheep and gave his snowy bellyfur a smooth petting, then allowed his paw to trace down towards and over the ram's metal prison to his large ovoid testes. "Remember, bitch, this was your wish. I'm only giving you exactly what you wanted." he said, squeezing a muffled gasp out of his slave. "You asked if I would consider bottoming, remember? Well, tonight you're going to fuck me. As much as I want, understand?" reiterated the rat, giving his mate's balls another light squeeze to encourage the sheep to nod eagerly. At the nod the rodent's paw went further down to probe at the bulb in the caprine's tail, giving it a gentle push to force out an adorably submissive bleat from the ram.

Garco quickly retrieved their wand vibe from their toy chest, then clambered onto their bed. He sat on his lover's chest and leaned over his body, unfastening the gag around Myles' mouth while also teasing him with a grind of his pert, ashen ass against the cage. The sheep's tried to push back in return but could only muster about an inch of movement under his Dom's tail. Putting the gag aside, the dominant murine Master placed a single digit against his mate's lips. "If you speak, I will beat you to within an inch of your pathetic life. Nod once if you understand."

Myles nodded exactly one time.

"Good bitch. Now get busy or else," commanded the rat, turning around to face the bound hooves and lay his long and furless pink tail casually over his slave's muzzle. Garco shuffled back on his knees as far as possible until his buttocks were almost touching the ram's face. Understanding what he had to do, Myles tried to lean into his Dom's rump. Unfortunately, the restraints prevented him from reaching even that far. Desperate to not annoy his Master (or rather, give him an excuse to punish him) he tried to stretch out his tongue as far as it would go. His caprine tongue managed to press up against hot, firm and fresh-smelling cheeks and so he went to town as best he could, lapping wetly against his Master's pink pucker.

"Nope, that's not good enough bitch," sighed Garco, knowing full well that it wouldn't have been good enough to begin with. Tensing his taut thighs the smaller male raised himself up and over his partner's muzzle and steadied himself over his sub's face, his lithe pink paws pressed against Myles's chest, holding the crimson straps of the harness. "Now get to it!"

Inspired by his mate's vague threat, reaffirmed command and his mate's asshole literally against his maw the sheep dove into his Dom's ass. Fortunately for Myles, Garco had just showered and as such was clean enough to eat. His short muzzle fuzz flattened between his lover's buns as he licked and slurped hungrily at that small, pink hole. Thanks to the slight loosening from earlier the sheep didn't have too much trouble in cramming his lengthy tongue up inside of the rat's ass, stretching him out and lubricating his insides with saliva. While not a huge fan of rimming himself, the subby ram loved being forced to pleasure his mate. It was this particular kink of his that made the poor caprine struggle and throb painfully against his cage, his sub-par penis straining pathetically for release in its snug confinement.

For Garco, the sensation was simply fantastic. He'd never been rimmed before, and forcing his sub to eat him out added an extra layer of hotness to the act. Pressing his snug bum against the ram's face, the dominant murine held himself steady by securing his sub's torso between his svelte legs as his cock, now fully engorged, demanded attention. Not wanting to pop too fast, the rat allowed himself a couple of loose and light strokes over his phallus. As soon as a single bead of precum dribbled over his agile fingers he stopped and licked it off. No need to rush, after all.

With the wand still in his paws, Garco leaned over his slave's chest a little and activated the device against his cage. Immediately Myles bucked, but with the rodent's weight on him combined with the various straps and shackles he wasn't going anywhere. Even through the metallic prison, the vibrations of the wand rippled through his needy cock and gave him a mere modicum of pleasure through it. His frustrated erection limped feebly in the cage and all Myles could do was leak sticky precum, lubricating the inside of his chastity cage and stimulating himself further. His balls ached with two weeks of need, causing the caprine to try (and fail) to grind his small, locked-up cock into the rapid movements in the vain hope of release. The meager sensations joined well with the enforced chastity and sensory deprivation, allowing each tiny movement to feel like utter bliss to the ram. Just as he thought that he might get even remotely close, his mischievous Dom removed the wand from his desperate tip and dropped it carefully to the floor.

"Stop, bitch," demanded the rat, his glistening hole and member denoting a job well done. Garco picked himself up and slid down Myles' bound body, showing off the sleek muscles of his purple-marked shoulders and back as well as his tight-looking rump and sleek, barely-raised tail. Were Myles able to see anything at all, it would have been quite the sight for him. To the ram's surprise he felt his mate leave the bed. Garco retrieved an object from beneath the bed: a strapon of a green, ribbed shaft measuring around six inches long with average girth. The bumps along the toy appeared to be flexible, and would certainly feel amazing sliding into any orifice a fur might enjoy. Suddenly Myles felt the rubbery toy brush against his lips, and gave it a tentative lick.

"You taste that, bitch? This is what's going to fuck me, not your tiny little cub dick!" The rodent slid the straps beneath his mate's rump and began tying the artificial length over the chastity cage. "It's a good job you never top, your shriveled prick couldn't hope to even touch the sides. You'd think it was always cold in here, the size of your nub being what it is. So no, I think if I'm going to take something in me it'll be something I can actually feel." The rat cackled cruelly as he put down Myles' dick for being small. The ram knew that he was right, of course. Less than five inches hard, a caprine of his size should be at least as big as Garco. The insults stung, but beneath that was a deep-seated humiliation kink that was causing the aforementioned small dick to slicken the inside of the cage with pent-up precum. Being told that he was nothing but a toy for his Master's use, and that not even his miniscule member was good enough to satisfy him, only solidified his position beneath the rat as his slave and nothing more. He felt his partner's paws over his hips as the strapon was fastened completely, and shivered at the cool sensation of fresh lubricant dribble between his thighs as Garco slicked up the toy. The rodent's firm calves pushed against the outsides of Myles' thick thighs as he prepared to mount himself on the dildo, wiping the excess lube under his tail for good measure.

"Who knows, bitch, you may just be able to feel something through all of this. Well, you'd better fuck me like you mean it if you hope to cum in the future. Don't disappoint me, toy, and don't move until I tell you." With that, the sleek ashen male took ahold of the base of the green dildo and brought it to bear against his slickened entrance. Garco's top buckteeth bit gently into his bottom lip as he eased himself onto the toy. He'd explored up there before of course, but with far less frequency than the submissive caprine strapped beneath him. With quite a bit of patience (and lube) the assertive murine succeeded in pinning his lover beneath him by hilting himself on the emerald shaft. Each little bump glided delightfully against his prostate, causing him to ooze fresh pre along the tapered tip of his pink prick. Glaring at his slave with a mixture of lust and dominance, the rat leaned over and told ahold of the leash, wrapping the onyx cord around his pink paw until it pulled taut. The ram's head strained up a little, angling toward his mate, albeit still unable to see.

"How's this, you horny desperate micro-dicked toy? You like me taking it for a change, just like you wanted?," teased the rodent, smirking into a groan as he slowly but surely began to fuck himself on the dildo. "Trust me, I'm getting more out of this than your tiny prick could hope to accomplish. You probably wouldn't touch the sides, or even manage to reach my prostate!"

Garco pulled on the leash occasionally, causing Myles to momentarily gasp as the white rat's hips pressed into his chaste pelvis. Despite the use of a strapon, the restraints and the cage, the sheep could feel something. A twinge, the barest hint of sexual pleasure from the pressure and movements of his Dom's hips. It barely registered, but it was there. The ram got excited at even the merest prospect of a release after his time in chastity and started to buck harder, thrusting with abandon into the murine's tight, firm rump with the silicone cock strapped over his meager member. With each pump of his slightly-plump hips, he felt a small pleasurable sensation over his flaccid and soft glans. His below-average dick slipped against the pre-soaked cage, stimulating the needy caprine even further. At this point, Myles hungered for even the most minor of attention to his little obsidian cock.

Myles whimpered in equal parts humiliation and lust. His aforementioned trapped, tiny dick was at the complete mercy of his mate's ass. Even as an anthro that vastly preferred to be on the receiving end of anal, knowing that in his longing for release he was being denied what would at this point a hot virgin rear to bury himself into made the ram buck and writhe pitifully, all to the delight of his aggressive lover. The minor sensations he was getting only encouraged his desperate and horny thrusts, especially since he was experiencing the whole act primarily through an amplified sense of touch thanks to the blindfold.

Garco, losing himself for just a moment, closed his eyes and relished in the pounding his prostate was receiving. Poor horny, needy Myles was giving his snug rodent rear quite the seeing-over; something that the smaller Dom had been counting on. Riding himself back and forth in time with the thrusts, stretching and filling his ass with the fat knobbly dildo was certainly opening the rat's eyes to new sexual possibilities. With his spare paw he began to stroke himself, his own girthy and tapered rosé rod flicking salty rodent pre onto his sub's stomach. Nailing himself harder and faster on his bound sub's groin, making a slick, slapping sound as his firm cheeks bounced up and down on Myles' blue-spotted hips. Feeling himself approach climax, Garco beat himself off with the extra lube, gripping his pulsing prick in his paw and working himself to the edge while keeping a tight grip on the leash and even tighter rhythm with his ass. His skinny pink tail twitched high as he fucked himself, using his sub as nothing more than a very large sex toy for all of the albino rat's desires.

"Mmmff, here it comes bitch...gonna bust my nut all over your fucking face," panted Garco, his body starting to shake from so much unfamiliar pleasure as he rode himself home before hilting himself on the toy and grinding into Myles' locked-up cock for good measure. His orgasm was both swift and powerful; a thick creamy shot erupted from his hot murine prick and launched over the caprine's muzzle, coating his muzzle and blindfold in warm, viscous rat spunk. The stimulus along his prostate caused Garco to shoot a couple more equally-virile loads, the second adding more to mark the panting sheep's face while the last one's diminished power left a gooey line of cum vertically splattered over his already-white belly and chest. The rodent wriggled and pushed down on the dildo for a few moments after cumming, milking his cock while riding out the last few waves of ecstasy before the impending afterglow set in.

Slowly, with stilted breath and shaking legs, the smaller dominant slid himself off of his mate and cracked his back, standing over his bound and cum-splattered sub. With one of his pink paws he pushed into Myles' chestfur, rubbing the scent and texture of his seed deep into the ram's pelt: that wasn't going to come out in a mere five-minute shower. With his other paw, Garco was able to reach back between the ram's legs and give the buttplug several pushes into him, nudging his prostate to milk precum into the cage even more. The poor caprine, still tied and horny beyond belief, could only whimper softly as his sealed prick pressed with a dull ache against the inside of the cage. He almost felt as if he could have made it, but now the chance was done and he was left just around enough to feel that familiar tenderness in his testicles from being denied yet another orgasm.

Suddenly, Garco grabbed Myles by one of his onyx, curled horns and pulled him just a bit closer to his muzzle, which made Myles bleat in panic.

"You are mine, bitch. Mine. No matter where we are, or what we do, or who fucks whom, you will always belong to me. I will always own you, to use as I see fit. Nod once if you understand."

Myles nodded, his chest rising and falling swiftly as the intensity of the scene still surged through him.

"Now, I need another shower. As for you, well...I think I'll keep you like this, in here with the rest of my sex toys. Who knows? Maybe I'll be wanting a round two. Or three..." he promised, or threatened, as he started to leave. Alone now, Myles could do nothing, could say nothing due to his mandate, and so had no choice but to await for the next time his Master chose to use him. His heart still raced with excitement, the thrill of being used and dominated by Garco was a feeling he knew he would never get tired of. Pent-up, sore and incredibly content with his situation, Myles tried to sink into the bed as best he could and wait for his Dom to return.

Stepping once again into the shower, Garco turned on the water and began to cleanse himself of the various fluids he'd accumulated during his time with his strapped-down sex toy. Smiling a bucktoothed smile as he reached for their sponge to lather his body, the drained and satisfied rodent couldn't help but chuckle and talk to himself.

"Myles was right...bottoming is fun!"