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Jacob woke with a start as it felt like he was having a sudden bowel movement. He felt a hand on his rump and he instinctively went into fight or flight mode, trying to pull away. Before he could do that, a massive black-furred arm wrapped around his neck, keeping him still in a chokehold.

"Easy girl." The deep voice of his dire wolf roommate, Clyde, rumbled breathily into his ear. That familiarity calmed him down rapidly. An audible slurp came from the equine's ass as the plug he'd worn the previous night in preparation of this moment.

The horse nickered nervously as he felt a hot wet tip press against his hole, the chokehold unclenching, but keeping his head locked. "For tying to push me off..." Clyde pulled up on the stallion's neck, forcing his back to arch. His free hand dropped the surprisingly clean plug onto a napkin on the coffee table before reaching down to ensure his cock was aimed true.

Clyde slammed his hips forward, sinking all 14 inches of his shaft deep into the stallion's guts, making his washboard-belly bulge lewdly. Jacob's whinny of pain was cut off as the arm around his neck tightened back to choking him.

The entry had been dry, and it was only then that Jacob noticed that the bottle of lube from last night had not been used this morning, the cap dry with not a single drip like it left whenever it was opened.

Jacob's ass felt like it was on fire as Clyde gave no mercy in his thrusts, each one sending his hips crashing against the cushions hard enough that the horse's hips impacted with the frame of the couch.

"Been waiting for this day since freshman year together. Knew you'd make a great bitch." Clyde grunted as he thrust, his knot slowly inflating, each time it sunk in it stretched the horse's ass wider and wider the more it grew. His free hand moved to grip the horse's wrapped tail like it was a handle. "Few guys, and fewer girls can take me. I knew when we met you'd be able to if you just let yourself bottom!" Every word was punctuated with another thrust, the wolf's chokehold keeping Jacob from screaming in pain.

"You two love-birds already started without me?" Kevin stretched as he kicked his door closed, heading to the kitchen. The lynx either did not know, or did not care as one of his roommates practically raped the other. He went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water before pulling out some bread to toast. It appeared to be just an average day for him, despite his nudity, unlike the other two males he lived with.

Clyde merely grunted a greeting towards the lynx as he kept fucking his barely-willing slut. He snarled as his knot popped in one final time, now almost fully inflated as it locked him into the stallion's ass.

Jacob's face grew red under his fur, partially out of rage, partially shame and embarrassment. Underneath all that though was arousal. His foot long cock had grown to full mast, both from the constant stimulation to his prostate, and to the situation he found himself. As little more than prey to this massive male claiming him as his own.

The dire wolf snarled, his victim's ears perked in a signal of danger. Clyde saw those ears and grew instictualy pissed, lurching forward to bite at the left ear, yanking on it; hard enough that it hurt and distracted the stallion from the pain in his ass, if only temporarily.

Kevin walked over and watched the two males fucking as he ate his toast, a layer of honey on it, catching the crumbs with a paper towel as he sat on the lounge chair so he could see both of their faces. "Did ya have to knot the poor guy? That's a harshly popped cherry if I ever saw one."

Clyde gave no answer, simply rutting with shallower, faster thrusts into that ruined hole. He was getting close to climax when he felt the stallion's ass begin to clench, squeezing his length and knot in an irregular rhythm. That sent Clyde over the edge, releasing the ear that had been trapped in his jaws as his head rose to let out a howl. Rope after rope of heavy dire wolf seed poured into the stallion's ass, sealed inside by the knot.

Kevin finished his toast and crumpled up the paper towel to toss it into the trashcan in the corner of the room. He stood up and pulled Jacob's neck out of the headlock the dire wolf was holding it in. Gripping Jacob by the mane he slowly bent his head downwards until the stallion noticed the spilled seed that he'd just released onto the couch. "Clean up your mess hoss."

Clyde pulled his hips back, the stallion's dragged along with them as the knot kept them tied together. The dire wolf laughed as Kevin pointed out the load he'd forced out of his roommate.

"Damn, was wonderin' why ya got so tight at the end there. You really are a natural bottom eh?" The dire wolf began to massage Jacob's back as the stallion began to lick up the ropes of cream he'd deposited. "Good girl. We'll make a fine bitch outta you yet."

Kevin rolled his eyes at that and massaged Jacob's chewed ear. "Don't break him. I've still gotta have my fun with him."

"You can have him once my knot's deflated. Gonna have breakfast after that and you can get him to yourself while I eat."

"Sounds like a deal."

Jacob's broad tongue was still working on cleaning up the remains of his first prostate orgasm. It did not taste nearly as bad as he had expected. His ears flicked as his roommates spoke like he was just an object. In fact, as much as he did not want to admit it, it sent a shiver down his spine, and his softening cock to surge with new life. The massage that Clyde was giving him was definitely helping him calm down as well, feeling less like a piece of meat about to be eaten and more like a lover being cared for.

Clyde kept up the massage as Kevin went into the gym they'd made out of the spare room, the sound of the treadmill starting up as he started his routine.

It took almost a half an hour before that knot keeping the two intertwined males was finally small enough that Clyde was able to slowly work it out of that torn hole. The knot pulled free with an audible pop and a slurping sound as the hole it had vacated tried to close back up. Wolf spunk began to pour out of that slightly gaped hole, a few drops of pink speckled throughout.

Clyde gave Jacob a playful spank on his rump, watching as more globs of spent seed were forced out by that act. He headed into the kitchen to fetch his own breakfast, the sound of a pan being brought down from the rack they hung them on telling the house that he was going to get something hot and substantial, like most days.

Jacob slid off the couch, clenching his hole to try and not leak any more. He searched for a brief moment before he found and grabbed the plug he'd worn the night before, sliding it in easily after that brutal cherry-popping. That would make sure he did not leak all over the floor and furniture, more than he already had at least.

With that problem solved he looked down at the puddle of cum that had leaked out of his ass. His lips curled in disgust. Looking up there was no way he'd get something to clean it properly before it set in and left a stain. Or at least that was how he rationalized it as he bent to use his tongue to clean up the lupine's spilled seed. It tasted bitter and salty, but not overtly so, and when his tongue brushed some of the pink iron mixed into the strange taste.

Once the couch was cleaned of every drop of seed he could find, Jacob stood up, stretching his legs, with his arms reaching up above his head as he grunted in satisfaction. Properly limbered up after his interrupted sleep he headed towards the kitchen, grabbing a slice of cured ham that Clyde was about to toss into an omelette.

The dire wolf whipped his spatula at the Irish Cob's hand, striking hard enough to leave a welt as the stallion was forced to drop the slice of ham.

"That's mine! And plus, for the whole day you don't get to eat! Want you clean back there for every time we use you." Clyde growled at his roommate.

Jacob huffed in dejected annoyance. He headed to the cupboard and pulled out a pint glass, taking it to the fridge to fill it from the fountain installed in the door. "Wont begrudge me water will you?"

Clyde chuckled at that. "Nah, you're good there, as long as it's just water. Or my piss." The dire wolf gave his friend a shit-eating grin as the stallion grimaced.

"You're joking, right?"

"Hmm... nope. We gotta get you outta that basic, vanilla hole you've been in since we met."

"And you think forcing your kinks on me is gonna drag me out?" The stallion took a swig of his water, before setting the glass down with a satisfied sigh.

"You haven't tried to stop us yet." Clyde reached over and gripped the stallion's wrapped tail, pulling him into a loose embrace. Once that was done he reached up with his free hand to grip Jacob's jaw, prying it open to spit a wad of his saliva into the stallion's mouth, watching him shut it and swallow. "See? You've already started enjoying my spitting kink."

Jacob blushed as he shook his head free from the grip on his jaws, which suddenly felt gentle to him. "I... I just swallow each time because... because I don't have anywhere to get rid of it."

Clyde rolled his eyes and gestured to the sink that was merely a few steps away. "Coulda spat it out there."

Jacob turned on his hoof and left the kitchen in a huff, grumbling another weak excuse as he grabbed his glass of water and headed towards the dining room. He saw Kevin walk out of the gym earlier than usual, taking an easy day from his routine for the occasion it seemed.

The lynx's small, yet muscular frame was beaded with sweat, he had not even bothered to grab a towel, something the three of them did almost religiously. Kevin snapped his fingers to get Jacob's attention before beckoning him over with a finger.

The stallion's ears flicked in confusion as he set his glass down on the table before heading across the living room. Before he could ask the smaller male turned and headed to the bathroom.

"Come with me hoss."

Jacob had no choice but to follow, curious as to the strange behavior his roommate was exhibiting. Once in the bathroom he scooted against the counter, the plug in his rump pushed deeper as the base of it rested against the stone top as Kevin slipped past him to close the door.

"Lick me." Kevin said as he turned towards the larger male, locking his yellow eyes with the stallion's blue.

"Umm, what?" Jacob's jaw was slack as he processed the command.

"Lick me! Lick the sweat off of my body, you're my towel today. Clean me like you cleaned the couch." The lynx spoke matter-of-factly, as if he'd done this with submissives before. In fact he likely had.

The stallion nickered before he knelt down, his tail swishing to one side in annoyance. Wondering where to start, he looked over the shorter male, before leaning in to lick at his neck first.

After a few licks Kevin began to purr, reaching up to grip the back of the stallion's head to coax him on. "Good boy hoss. Especially for taking everything without complaining so far. Wasn't part of the deal but it makes everything easier since you're not making a fuss like some guys might."

Jacob's long, broad tongue made quick work, the salty sweat clinging to his taste buds, swallowing down the flavor as the beads built into rivulets in his mouth. He felt as the lynx took control, guiding his head to lick across his shoulders and chest, he really expected him to lick his whole body clean!

Kevin lifted his left arm, his right hand still gripping onto the stallion's mane. Guiding the Irish Cob towards his armpit the former icon of testosterone wrinkled his nose before extending his tongue to lick that region clean as well. The concentration was far greater, causing the flavor to become more potent.

Jacob snorted, his nares flaring as he was hit by that potent scent of his friend's musk. Every bead in this region of the lynx's body caused an explosion of flavor on his tongue as he bathed the feline. He had never expected to like such an act before, yet it was almost hypnotic, his tongue moving as if he were in a mindless trance.

Once one pit was done Kevin coaxed his roommate over to the other, and when that was finished he turned around, letting Jacob take over as he exposed his back. That broad tongue felt good on his shoulders and spine.

The stallion huffed and moaned occasionally, starting from those shoulders he slowly moved down, concentrating on the curve of Kevin's spine each time he moved to a lower section on his back, licking a few inches at a time repeatedly to ensure he had all the sweat that he could get.

It did not take too long before Jacob's tongue touched the mound of the lynx's toned rump. His tongue hesitated, but with a little encouragement from Kevin pressing his rump back towards the stallion, he began again in earnest. His tongue moved from the bottom of a cheek, to rise, cresting that firm curve of the feline's ass to go up, and climb towards the small of his back.

Once each cheek was properly bathed, the stallion's tongue went between them, going from taint to the base of Kevin's tail, sinking into that hole ever so slightly on his way up. At the gasp from the lynx, Jacob kept licking, when he could no longer taste sweat he drove his tongue into that hole, something he'd never expected he would do.

Kevin gasped and moaned as he felt that tongue enter his ass, bracing his arms against the wall as he leaned forward to grant better access to it. That tongue might not have been particularly skilled, but it made up for it with how big it was, able to push all the buttons a skillful tongue knew to push.

"G-good one hoss." The lynx bit his lip, his sheath quickly swelling from the pleasure. "Got just a few more places you need to clean after that."

Jacob drove his tongue as deep as he could, wriggling it around a bit before pulling out each time, thankful his friend seemed to keep it clean. He kept it up for a few more thrusts before Kevin pulled away and turned around to show his fully hard shaft, the barbs at the tip fully spread.

"Clean my groin. You do a good enough job I might let you cum in the shower." The feline smirked down at his larger friend.

Jacob looked up into the lynx's yellow eyes before he leaned in, wrapping his lips around those barbs. He suckled lightly before pushing himself down the length a bit more, flicking at the barbs with his tongue.

Kevin gasped as he felt that, his hips jerking slightly as his barbs were teased. "Oh fuck! Seems like you've been with a feline before."

Jacob had been with a lion before, but that guy had been a bottom, and it had been a few years now. He just knew the barbs were sensitive by teasing the lion's barbs with his fingers while fucking him. The stallion remembered his experience fondly, using what he learned to get Kevin even closer with each passing moment.

The lynx gripped his submissive's ears, using them to hold him steady as he started to thrust into Jacob's mouth. Kevin moaned and grunted, using that mouth as Clyde had the evening before, though a little bit easier now that his throat had been stretched, and the fact the lynx's cock was only half the length of the dire wolf's.

Groaning around that cock, Jacob was able to take it for longer than he could the dire wolf. Though since the stallion was still new to giving blow-jobs, he sputtered a few times. The taste of that cock was different from Clyde's, less earthy, but just as potent.

Kevin moaned and started fucking his roommate's throat faster, his barbs flaring out to tug at the walls of the stallion's mouth and throat. It did not take too long before that infamous feline hair-trigger started to work on Kevin's body, his first load shooting deep in Jacob's mouth before pulling out to let the majority of it land on his tongue.

Pulling his cock out of that warm mouth Kevin grabbed his cock and milked the last of his load onto the stallion's face, most of it on his snout and lips. Once he was finished he moved to the shower and opened the stall door to turn it on.

"Hop in." Kevin gestured to the shower, keeping the door propped open.

Jacob's ears flicked in confusion. "It's not warm yet?"

"It wont get warm. I only shower cold."

Jacob's lip twitched at that, about to ask if that were true, then decided to just go along with it as part of the bet he'd lost. Lifting his foot to step over the lip of the bath and into the shower, he avoided the water as best he could. Once he was fully in the shower though, there was no avoiding it; he gasped as the frigid water struck his back, cascading down his body as Kevin stepped in after him, closing the stall door.

Kevin reached down to grip the plug in Jacob's rear and began to pull it out, letting the cum that had been trapped inside for the past hour or so to spill onto the floor of the shower and wash away down the drain.

"Feel better?" The feline grabbed the hose-attachment to the shower head and pulled it from the wall, holding it low and aiming it at the stallion's rump as he let it spray directly into his ass to clean out the rest of that seed.

Jacob whinnied at the sudden chill entering his core. He shivered in the water as the lynx hung the hose back up and undid the wrapping on his tail, letting the long hairs hang down once more, those clawed fingers brushing out any kinks and curls that might have been caused by being wrapped for a whole night.

Once that hole was thoroughly rinsed, Kevin pressed his cock to that entrance. That infamous feline stamina seemed to hold up against even a cold shower. He drove himself to the hilt in that ass, making the stallion groan in agonized pleasure as those barbs stroked along his walls.

"Did that hurt?" Kevin massaged those hips as he gripped them, the stallion leaning to brace his hands against the wall. When the Irish Cob shook his head the feline began to pull out, the barbs plucking at every natural ridge and crease on the stallion's body, playing him like an instrument.

Jacob moaned and huffed as he was fucked for the second time that day, the second time in his life. He winced when the barbs tugged a bit too firmly the few times they caught on his flesh, but otherwise it felt amazing. His legs planted against the walls of the shower, making it a bit easier for the two of them as they rutted.

Kevin leaned in and nibbled at the back of the stallion's neck as he fucked him, hips slamming into each other. The lynx reached around to grip Jacob's orbs, massaging them gently as his cock stroked along that prostate.

That equine shaft throbbed in the air despite the chill of the water, beads of pre washing away as rivulets of water ran across the tip. Pleasure surged throughout Jacob's body as he was filled, the barbs making him moan like a bow across violin strings. The only warning he had to his own impending climax was his cock pulsing intensely before the first rope of jizz shot across the far wall of the shower before being washed away by the water.

Kevin groaned as he felt his friend's climax, the tightness increasing as those muscles clenched in pleasure. It did not take too much longer for the lynx to growl deep in his throat as his own load shot into that rump, the second load in only a few minutes since the blow job.

The two of them panted as they recovered, the water steaming from their body heat alone as it struck their backs.

Reaching back, Kevin fumbled a bit before his hand found the shower controls and shut it off, the water stopping instantly. Pulling his, still hard, cock out of that tender hole, he smirked as he heard the stallion gasping each time his barbs plucked at his inner walls.

Stepping out of the shower Kevin grabbed a towel and began to dry himself off. Jacob stood in the shower a bit longer before stepping out, and reaching for one himself. The lynx's hand slapped the stallion's away before he reached one.

"Nope, you're air-drying today. Clyde deserves to see you drenched too." He licked his lips and gestured to how much the Irish Cob's fur clung to the curves of his musculature as it dripped onto the floor. Grabbing the freshly cleaned plug he offered it to the stallion, who promptly inserted it as if he were a pro already.

With that Kevin opened the bathroom door and lightly kicked at the stallion's hooves. "Go on, your public awaits."

Jacob huffed, pulling the hair from his eyes before stepping out of the bathroom.

Clyde was standing outside, hands behind his back with a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Damn you look fine like that Jake-y." The dire wolf licked his lips and reached out with one arm to wipe some of the beads of water off the stallion's pecs. "Now... close your eyes and open your mouth."

Jacob blinked at that sudden command, not sure what to expect. He was about to object before deciding against it. All part of the bet after all right? Obeying, he even stuck out his tongue a bit. The sudden taste of steel across his tongue, slipping into his diastema, the weight of the thin bar kept his tongue flat as he felt straps being pulled around his face and the back of his head, cinching tight enough for him to feel them constantly, but not to hurt.

Opening his eyes when he heard Clyde take a step back he blushed as he realized he'd been fastened with a bit, his best friend since he'd become a teenager holding onto the reigns.

"For the rest of the day, unless myself or Kevin allows it, you're to crawl like a good little pony." Clyde pulled down on the reigns, making the stallion slowly descend to a kneeling position. "And no more speaking without permission. Now we're gonna have some real fun."

Kevin walked out of the bathroom then, the wet towel draped across his shoulders. "Oh? You're telling me you didn't have fun fucking him awake?"

Clyde smirked at that and tugged on the reigns, leading the stallion into the living room, not bothered by the water dripping onto the imitation-stone floor. The water drops beaded on the surface, thankfully unable to soak into the flooring, as if Clyde's construction company had known this situation might happen.

Jacob nickered as he was lead to the couch, siting on his haunches on the floor as the dire wolf stopped. He looked from one of his friends to the other as they both sat, turning the TV on and talking about what they wanted to watch, or play, both of him ignoring him as if her were merely a piece of furniture.

When the stallion started to turn towards the TV, Clyde jerked the reigns, forcing him to look at them once more.

"Nope, you're gonna watch us enjoy ourselves. And likely serve us... Matter of fact..." The dire wolf stood, passing the reigns to Kevin before heading to his bedroom.

Both the lynx and horse were curious as to what the wolf was doing. Kevin used the reigns to keep his submissive's eyes on him, while he freely looked around.

Clyde returned with a small box, the contents of which clinked and clanked against each other a few times. Setting the box down on the coffee table behind Jacob the dire wolf licked his lips as he opened the box.

"Well whatcha got there Clyde?" Kevin's ears perked in interest, while Jacob's splayed out nervously, the reigns keeping him from looking back and seeing what his friend had brought out.

Clyde chuckled and started to position Jacob, bending him until his knees were under him. "Oh, just a few odds and ends I've collected over the years."

Jacob felt those big lupine hands massage his balls before pulling them behind him, back through his thighs. He felt a two wooden beams pressing to both of his rump cheeks horizontally, before his orbs were slipped into a divot in between the wooden bars which kept his orbs stretched, effectively keeping him from extending his legs past a ninety degree angle.

The stallion nickered, he had heard of humblers before, but he never used one on any of his partners. It felt strange, but in a good way. He was still processing the fact he was now bound like a slut as he felt cold steel clicking tight to his left wrist, before his arms were pulled behind him, his right wrist locked into the cuffs once they were within range of each other.

"Oh shit, those look like the real deal rather than for play." Kevin licked his lips, his fangs peeking from his mouth as he did so.

"Yep, police-grade. Used them on all of my subs." Leaning his chest across the stallion's back, Clyde nipped at his ears, which were folded nervously against his skull. "You look damn fine trussed up like a proper fag Jacob."

"Guys? I'm not so-" Jacob's trepidations became a whinny of pain as the dire wolf's knee slammed into his unprotected orbs, trapped by that humbler.

Clyde snatched the reigns, yanking them up skyward while pinning the stallion's shins to the floor, forcing him to lean up and back, his balls stretching to the limit in the humbler as he was forced to look up at the ceiling. "Ponies only speak when permitted." The lupine squeezed those orbs in his hand roughly, before releasing them and standing up.

Keeping one of Jacob's legs pinned to the floor Clyde stood to one side of the bound stallion. "Mind weaving up his tail like you did yesterday? Makes a great handlebar."

Kevin stood up from the couch and grabbed a strip of cloth to weave the tail the same way he had the day before. "Shouldn't be too hard on him, might scare him off exploring further with us," he growled.

Clyde smirked and pointed at the full mast between the Irish Cob's thighs. "Pretty sure that's not gonna be an issue with this one."

The dire wolf then grabbed a rope, tying both ends to the reigns to extend them as he looped the rope over the blades of the ceiling fan.

"Don't pull, you break it it's coming outta your pocket." With that Clyde kicked Jacob's legs as wide as they could go, placing a spreader bar between them, ensuring that the bound male would have very little range of movement in his legs at all.

Kevin gave a short purr as he saw the dire wolf's handiwork, before grabbing a "bulldog" leather harness he slipped the straps over the stallion's shoulders and across his chest and back.

Both free males gave a simultaneous wolf-whistle as they stepped back to admire their handiwork.

Clyde reached over and grabbed the stallion's chin, prying his jaws open. Sliding the tip of his shaft into that warm wet maw.

Jacob felt as the tapered tip slipped over the bar of the bit, pressing into his upper palate. He went wide eyed as he felt something hot start pouring into his mouth. Sputtering at first the stallion swallowed reflexively, before the acrid and salty taste struck his tongue, making him wretch.

The dire wolf sighed in relief, keeping his tip in the bound horse's mouth, he huffed as a trickle of piss leaked from those lips, but ignored it for now. He smirked down at the bound male, locking eyes with him as his piss was swallowed down almost eagerly.

It was almost a minute before the flow ebbed, Clyde wiping the last drop of piss off on the stallion's lips.

Kevin had gotten a towel and tossed it at Clyde. "Clean up the floor, I'm not touching that mess."

Clyde chuckled and bent down to wipe up the spilled piss, making sure to get every drop. Once that was done he pressed the rag to the stallion's lips, who without too much coaxing accepted the rag, letting the soaked-up piss drain into his mouth.

"Good girl." Clyde growled lustily, stroking the Irish Cob's head like he would a pet.

Jacob's ears perked at that, both of his roommates noticed, but did not mention it. To let him preserve his sense of machismo.

Kevin walked up, and after making sure there was not any more piss on the floor, he pushed Clyde out of the way and pressed his barbed tip to those lips instead. Sinking his length in he moaned, feeling as the stallion's tongue worked his barbs, the range limited though due to the bar of the bridle.

The lynx began to slowly thrust in and out of that warm mouth, his balls slapping against the stallion's chin. He moaned as his barbs were plucked by the metal bar, and by the ridges on the roof of that mouth. Moaning, Kevin started to pick up the pace, soon churning the pre and saliva in the stallion's mouth into a foam.

At the angle Jacob's head was forced into by the reigns there was no way the lynx's cock would go down his throat. It seemed Kevin did not care too much about that though, relishing the moment. It did not take too long before the feline slammed his hips forward, pushing himself as deep as he could, before shooting his load into that mouth, the stallion's throat gulping it down as if his life depended on it.

Kevin grunted as he pulled his shaft out, wiping the rest of the seed that clung to his spire onto the stallion's chin. He patted the Irish Cob's cheek affectionately before walking off to grab a bite to eat.

The two roommates then went about their day almost as usual, but with Clyde occasionally standing over the bound stallion to give him another belly-full of piss. The strain on the stallion's muscles in his prolonged position began to grow into a dull ache, but he stayed dutifully silent.

It was a few hours before Clyde undid the rope that fastened the reigns to the ceiling fan, letting the stallion fall back on his legs a bit, easing the tension the humbler made on his sack.

Jacob sighed around the bit in his mouth, the constant ache of his orbs making them throb as they were finally given a chance to recover. The stallion did not complain as his wrists were un-cuffed, rubbing them more out of Hollywood-instilled habit than actual need.

Clyde handed the reigns to Kevin as he moved the coffee table, lifting it up and setting it resting against the wall, making sure it would stay before returning, where the lynx was binding Jacob up in a new pose, his wrists placed in a new spreader bar, and stretched forward so that his back was level with the floor.

Jacob would have asked what they were planning, but understood what was going on as he felt a warm plate placed on his back.

"You spill it you'll eat it off the floor," Kevin smirked as he grabbed a pig-in-a-blanket off the plate on the stallion's back and dipping it into a ramekin, melted cheese dripping onto Jacob's back as the finger-food was brought to the lynx's mouth to eat it.

Clyde sat down next to the lynx, grabbing the remote and turning the TV onto a movie. His legs lifted up and rested against the stallion's back. "You've been working out so much, you should be able to hold this position for a bit without having to adjust right pony?"

Before Jacob could respond one of those feet moved to press against his lips. "That was not permission to speak." The Dire wolf leaned back, using his toe-claws to scratch affectionately at the stallion's far ear for a few seconds before returning his attention to the movie.

It was almost fifteen minutes before Jacob's muscles started to feel the strain of staying motionless for so long, with feet, and a plate of food on his back. Kevin occasionally reached over to grab one of the piggies and dip it in the cheese sauce to eat, or to hand to the dire wolf.

Thirty minutes in and the plate visibly rocked on the axes of the stallion's spine, having to do minute adjustments to try and ease the strain on his body.

Forty minutes in, and the plate clattered onto the imitation-wood flooring, making that wobbling noise as it rolled on its foot before finally resting. Mini-bread-wrapped sausages were scattered everywhere. The ramekin full of cheese sauce clattered to the ground afterwards, the cheese splashing against the stallion's body, the floor, and the roommates' legs, even the couch was not spared a few globs of runny cheese.

"Hey, watch it!" Clyde lifted his feet and grabbed a towel to wipe the cheese sauce that had splashed against his calves.

Kevin moaned in aggravation at the waste of food, bending down to grab the plate and ramekin, standing up to bring them to the kitchen.

Jacob was about to apologize when the dire wolf's fist tugged on his reigns, pulling him round to face the mess. "You heard Kevin at the start of this, you're cleaning up the spill with your tongue!"

The Irish Cob nickered, ears splayed flat against his skull as he leaned in, tongue extending awkwardly under the bit in his mouth to start licking up the cheese sauce. His lips moved from a grimace to extending as he used them to pick up the piggies as he approached them, pulling them past the bit to chew and eat them.

Kevin returned then, bending down to give the bound male a smack against his trapped orbs, making the stallion gasp and jerk in his bonds. That was not the only smack, each one light, but the build-up of the impacts made it hurt more and more. Finally the lynx stopped, letting the sack hang stinging in the cool air of the room, feeling as if the orbs inside were on fire.

Clyde chuckled and looked over at his roommate. "Damn, that was skillful, remind me not to get on your bad side."

The lynx purred at the compliment. "I've had a few subs into cbt, plus it helps out at work."

"Bartending gets you that many pricks?"

"Hun you have no idea."

They let Jacob return to his task of cleaning, and once he was done Clyde undid the spreader bars and the humbler, setting aside the implements, but leaving the cuffs and reigns on the stallion's body.

Standing up for the first time in hours the horse stretched, his joints popping pleasantly back into place. It would have been too much to ask for the day to end so soon though as he was pulled onto one of the nearby chairs, his cuffs chained to the arms and legs.

Kevin sat in his lap, making sure that the semi-chub that still hung between the stallion's legs was slipped under him and aimed out between the lynx's as well. "Since you failed as a table, might as well see how good of a chair you make." The feline teased, not bothering to keep his head out of the way, letting Jacob have to watch the back of his head instead of the tv.

It rapidly grew uncomfortable for Jacob to stay still under the lynx's weight, combining with his own in the chair. His legs were screaming to relax and stretch, instead of being forced into the nearly 90° angle they were forced to stay in. The stallion's arms ached as well, the frame of the chair digging against the bones of his elbows. He suffered all this in silence though, not wanting to renege on the consequences of losing the bet.

Kevin felt every little shuffle, every flex of the stallion's muscles as they tried to reposition his limbs, but he ignored it, leaning back to let his head rest against those strong pecs behind him, which allowed the Irish Cob to finally see the movie, which was practically over.

As the credits began to roll the dire wolf stood up and stretched, bidding the other two a good night as he headed to his bedroom, shutting the door despite the fact the three of them had been nude around each other all day.

Kevin rolled his eyes and yawned before standing up as well. "Leave me with the clean-up will ya?" He turned around and began unbinding the stallion, Taking the reins off last, the bit slipping out as his mouth opened up.

Jacob worked his jaw, his tongue finally free from being under that metal bar, the full range of motion available to it after hours of being practically pinned. The tang of the metal lingered on his tongue, though not unpleasantly. Stretching as he stood he looked down at the lynx, who gave him a playful swat before heading to his own bedroom.

Left alone the stallion headed to the kitchen, the clock on the oven and microwave both showing that it was after midnight. Smirking, he should have known his roommates would take that "full day" seriously.

He headed to the fridge and stood there with a door open for a few moments. Realizing that, for whatever reason, he was not hungry he shut the door. Heading to his own room he flicked on the light, walking to his bed and turning on the lamp at the bedside table. Tuning off the overhead light he got under the covers.

It was only then that he remembered his plug. Reaching down he yanked it out of his hole, feeling as a trickle of seed leaked, soaking into his sheets. Huffing in annoyance he set the plug on the bedside table, he'd clean it in the morning, and rolling over for the most satisfying sleep he'd had since the quarantine began.