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There was something oddly satisfying about waking up in someone else's bed. Each time came with a story. Onyx's eyes slowly cracked open. He peered down to where he felt a warm weight against his chest. The soft locks of his boyfriend rested against him. Each deep breath of the doberman convinced the black-furred german shepherd that Hermes barely stirred. He smiled, closed his eyes, and cuddled closer, letting the restful canine wrap his arms around him as the two coiled back to slumber.

Then came the rattle. Onyx groaned and looked up at the ceiling. Anthony's ceiling. The ceiling of the townhouse he and his boyfriend were watching for the weekend while sitting for the unicorn's play partner. The very same partner whose body was no doubt rattling the cage underneath the bed to crawl out. A small and, admittedly, selfish part of him wanted to ignore her so they could continue sleeping.

Reyna was insatiable. At first Onyx thought her being prepped up as a living toilet when they arrived was just Anthony's sadism pouring through. The more they played though, the more Onyx wondered if the lioness tried to do it to herself before her master left. She wanted them to bind her tight, command her with every little thing, and fuck her over and over to the point that the canine felt burned out. He was no stranger to being on top, that's how he and Hermes defined their relationship.

But Onyx wasn't a top. He was no heavy sadist like Anthony, nor did he really like being the dominant one outside unless with Hermes. And with Hermes, he only liked topping because he was just so cute under his heel. No, Onyx was a sub-leaning switch and he had all but dread at the thought of dragging Reyna out from her cage only for her to let her maw hang open so he could use a breathing urinal. He'd much rather just use a porcelain throne like anyone else.

"Hermes." He nudged his boyfriend. Hermes groaned in response. "Hermes, hey, Hermes wake up."

"Five more minutes." The doberman pulled the cover over his scalp.

"Well, after those five minutes, can you take Reyna out?" Onyx asked.

"You're the top." Hermes argued, "You do it."

"What if I ordered you?"

"Then you'd be an irresponsible top."

"Sounds more like delegation."

Hermes looked the german shepherd straight in the eyes with a dead glare. The doorbell rang before Onyx acknowledged the awkward feeling piling up at the back of his neck. "Well, looks like I'll be too preoccupied." The canine grinned to his lover, "Take care of her. Gotta see who's at the door."

He silenced Hermes's next complaint with a soft and welcomed kiss before rolling out of bed. Pulling up a pair of cargo pants and a t-shirt from yesterday, Onyx slowly descended down the stairs while his boyfriend attended to the slave they were put in charge of, yawning as he did so. Tempted to make coffee, the constant ringing at the door was deemed more important.

As was the open dungeon. Onyx stopped and moved backwards as he passed the opening. "Shit, did we leave this open?" He asked himself, wanting to ignore the obvious blunder for a second or two. Taking a moment, the canine inspected the playspace for any discarded gear or toys they may have been forgetful about cleaning. He sniffed the air and noticed the distinct lack of urine through his inspection. "Ok, we cleaned that up." He muttered, trailing a finger against one of the leather-padded bondage benches Anthony owned.

Reyna had been practically glued to the furniture for how often they used it. He tightened his chest, trying to mimic the pressure she must have felt against the cool material. Of course, he lacked the boobs to cushion him. Did that make it hurt more? He stroked his chin, unsure but piqued to ask the next chance he got. Hopefully, when Anthony arrives she can slip out of slave mode and actually talk like a person.

"Lucky bitch." Onyx spoke with reverence and envy. He loved Hermes, and he'd admit he couldn't go full submissive for an entire weekend. At least, he didn't think so. The canine still wished the opportunity struck. Hermes was too comfortable being on bottom to top him, at least when it came to sex. Outside of that, He was quite adamant on making sure things were clean.

The doorbell rang again. "Fuck. Coming!" Onyx closed the dungeon door on his way out, letting the mechanical walls of the saferoom collapse as intended. If he ever had the money to build a home, Onyx would need to build his own hidden playroom.

The front door knob twisted with the sound of a key right as Onyx reached it. Morning sunlight cast down like fire upon his eyes as the door cracked open. He put out his hand to shield himself, then noticed the large and bulky silhouette standing in the frame. "Rough night?" Anthony asked.

He nodded, taking the moment to drink the unicorn in. Clad in a black business suit, Anthony's muscled form moseyed on in with his luggage dragged behind him. The gray-fur and matching mane somehow made his single horn sparkle whenever Onyx saw it, yet he never found himself unable to question why. Unicorns were a rare breed, almost unheard of with the bulky transman being the only one the black dog ever met. Strangely, he never found himself thinking about that scarcity enough to look up why. Something else always took his attention. Pulling up his shades, the unicorn smiled and said, "Yeah, Reyna's a bit of a handful. It's half of the reason I'm back so early."

"Early?" Onyx asked.

Anthony nodded. "Yeah, it's Sunday. I was supposed to be gone for the entire weekend."

He blinked, letting the knowledge pass over him for a moment before he smacked himself. "Right! Right...wow, I completely forgot."

The unicorn chuckled. "She really was a handful this weekend, huh?"

"Yeah." Onyx found himself holding Anthony's bag before he realized it. "She's kind of hard to please. And it's not that it wasn't fun, it's just sort of draining." The unicorn bobbed his head in agreement as he walked inside. "So, why did your trip end early?"

Anthony shrugged, "Business ended early."

"What was the business?"

He shrugged again. "Doesn't really matter. Negotiations happened better than I expected. I'd say more, but my clients are super anal about leaks. Plus, if I'm being honest, part of me just wanted to get home to make sure Reyna was alright. Not that I thought you boys weren't capable of taking care of her, but because, as you put it, she is draining. Sometimes she wants me to put her in a cage the entire day without supervision. Can you believe how insane that is?"

Onyx laughed awkwardly as he realized he left her in the cage underneath Tony's bed last night. "Yeah...insane."

"She slept in the bed cage didn't she?" Anthony's face didn't portray judgment but his tone did.

"She slept in the bed cage." Onyx admitted, "In my defense, I didn't know where else she'd sleep. She kept telling me that was her bedroom."

Sighing, Anthony scratched his head. "Not exactly wrong. It ain't the first time I've had her sleep in it overnight. Still, you guys did take a break, right?" Onyx felt his back against the wall with the unicorn's question. Anthony's brow raised steadily in the silence. "Right?" He reiterated.

"I mean...in theory." He and Hermes certainly took a break. Reyna, however, seemed so antsy whenever she was unbound that they resorted to having her handcuffed when not playing. "You sure she isn't part bunny?"

"She's certainly a rope bunny, but no she's not part bunny." He pointed up the stairs, "How about you put my luggage away and go get everyone. I'll cook you all some breakfast. Eggs or waffles?" Anthony held his palm up before Onyx could speak, "Actually, I'll make both. Bacon too, I could use a full-course meal."

Not planning on arguing, given his own stomach rumblings, Onyx took his host's luggage upstairs. "Hey, Hermes, Anthony is cooking breakfast, do you have anything in mind?"

"Not really." Hermes called out from the bathroom. With the sliding door open, Onyx peeked over to see Reyna kneeling at the doberman's crotch level, mouth open with tiny drops of urine spilling out. "Does he have sausages?"

"Bacon." Onyx tossed the bag aside. "You ok with that?"

"Should be." Hermes pulled out of the lioness's mouth, "Reyna, you have any preference?"

"Master's cooking?" The lioness asked with reverence. They both nodded. "I'll have whatever he's making. Though I'd recommend his waffles. He's got a killer recipe with the batter. Actually, do you both mind if I leave to help him?"

"So long as you brush your teeth first, sure." Not that Onyx needed to remind a grown woman to do so. He laid back into the bed, soon joined by his boyfriend as Reyna left. Staring up at the ceiling, he only noticed Hermes by the warmth and weight that came from the doberman's cuddling.

"Sleep ok?" The doberman asked. Onyx didn't respond. Hermes curled up beside him. "Onyx, talk to me."

"I'm burnt out." The relief that came with those words was flooded out by a torrent of guilt. "N-Not of us. It's just...I'm always on top. I like being on top, but I haven't gotten to be the bottom in ages and Reyna ran me ragged."

"Yeah, she's really into it." Hermes's nod nuzzled against the black dog's chest. "I can try topping you later, if you'd like."

He knew his boyfriend meant well, but Onyx also knew that Hermes couldn't top to save his life. Even when acting as an 'assistant' that weekend, the canine was better used as a prop toy over another sadistic mind. No, he needed someone who could push him through his limits. Someone who was already downstairs making breakfast for them both. "Hey, Hermes, can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"Would you be angry if I asked Anthony to dominate me?"

The doberman paused. His finger dragged up and down Onyx's chest as tension grew. "No...I guess not." He answered, sighing. "He's probably more qualified."

"But you're not mad?" Onyx asked, worried.

"Dude, so long as you're having fun, I'm happy. Maybe he could dom us both?"

He smiled softly. "Maybe. I'll ask."

Anthony's cooking had little left to be desired. The unicorn had pushed out a small buffet of waffles, eggs, toast, bacon, and more. At first Onyx assumed Reyna did most of it, but she quickly turned that down by saying she just followed her master's instructions. Keen to know the details of the weekend, Anthony probed the three of them of everything that went down. Reyna, to no one's surprise, was the most enthusiastic and praised her caretakers. Onyx nodded and hummed along in agreement to things said, aimlessly digging into his food.

"Honey, can you clean everything up?" Anthony asked after sharing a heavy kiss with the lioness. "Onyx, mind if I speak with you in private?"

His heart leaped. "Y-yeah, sure." The canine nodded, "Do you want Hermes to come or?"

"I'll help Reyna actually." The doberman got up and grabbed the remaining plates that Reyna missed. Following the bulky unicorn out of the dining room, Onyx found himself back in the panic room-made-dungeon.

"So, really looks like Reyna had fun." Anthony mused aloud, "How burnt are you?"

"W-what?" Onyx blinked, blushed, then scratched his head as he looked away. "That obvious, huh?"

"She has that effect on people." The unicorn smirked. His hand ran over a cabinet in the corner. Onyx watched him pull something out, but couldn't figure out what. " I seem to recall at the club you telling me how long it's been since someone topped you."

"Something like that. Ever since me and Hermes started dating I haven't gotten to scratch that specific itch. I was actually wondering if you might be-" Onyx's next words were silenced by a rag shoved into his face. Anthony grabbed the back of his head as he forced the canine into the wall. Instinct told him to struggle, but the unicorn's muscles made the attempts laughable.

"Shh..." Anthony whispered, "Breathe it in." With both his nose and maw covered, Onyx could do little but breathe. A soft and pleasant odor trailed through his nose and atop the roof of his mouth. The unicorn spoke softly, "It doesn't take a genius to notice how half-hearted your play is at the club. The technique and interest is there, but the passion is fleeting."

The unicorn helped him fall to the floor as his legs faltered. Every breath made his eyelids heavier. Anthony's words faded in the background, with only a smile remaining as darkness took hold. "I'm giving you a break." Anthony's last words echoed across his mind.

Onyx couldn't quite explain what happened next. He felt himself falling in and out of consciousness through feeling alone. Hands grabbed him, the heft of muscle held him, and item after item was affixed to his body. The first semblance of light he saw came in a swirl. A spiral of colors caught his eyes' attention for minutes before he realized it was faded enough to see beyond.

Gravity weighed heavy on his chest against a bondage horse. In front of him was a wall in Anthony's playroom, decorated in implements of pleasure and pain. Onyx attempted to stretch out his maw only to find it trapped by a tight metal muzzle over his face. Chains and leather cuffs pulled at his wrists and ankles as he tried moving, followed by the collar that dug into his neck as he turned his head to the moans next to him.

Reyna had been bound to a sturdy table. Laid against her back, the lioness's legs were splayed out with leather around her knees to keep them steady. Her senses were obfuscated by a blindfold and ballgag. She flailed her head back and forth, breathing heavily with moans of pleasure. Thanks to his visor, Onyx could scarcely see what was between her legs. The outline of black latex caught the edge of his vision, with small movements indicating that it was as bound as the lioness.

The snap of a flogger had Onyx tense his spine. It was Reyna who cried out in response, as she'd been struck against her breasts. Anthony held the tool between his thick fingers, slowly trailing the latex tails over his slave's chest before cracking another strike. His fingers roughly pinched and kneaded her breasts and nipples, toying without mercy as the lioness wept. From the sound of her cries, she wanted more.

She really was insatiable.

Anthony let go and smiled at Onyx, "Bout time you woke up." He said, cracking another strike across the lioness and then one outside of Onyx's field of vision. The resounding moan was all too familiar. Onyx balled his fists and tried snarling but the unicorn held his maw down and whispered. "Relax. Hermes assured me he can take more pain than you can dish. A good sub knows when their partner is holding back after all."

He still kept his head turned to check. Anthony rectified that to keep him steady. "Shh...shh, relax." The unicorn whispered, "You've been wanting to let go for a while now, right? Cast off the burden of being the top." The tails of his flogger dragged across Onyx's back, letting his spine tingle with anticipation. "Well, I'm going to give you the proper treatment a bitch deserves. But we've got one problem. You still seem so tense. Luckily, I have just the thing for that."

Onyx had difficulty tracking the unicorn beyond the swirling haze of colors. He heard something made of glass clink behind him, then the looming shadow stood out before the canine. From what glimpse he could see of Anthony before the unicorn grabbed his face, he was naked. Even his pussy stood free, its desire poignant to the shepherd's nose.

A cork popped. His reflexes told Onyx to struggle at the bottle pressed against his nose. "Ah, ah. No." Anthony said with smug authority, holding the canine steady, "You're gonna breath in the salts and relax, bitch." Every mouthful of air caught the delirious scent of the salts. He couldn't quite ascertain the taste, but the effect made his head heavy and his body ache. The leather he laid against felt so comfy now, as if on a cloud.

Anthony's next words sounded miles away. Thick hands kneading his ass sent shockwaves up his backside. Onyx moaned as he leaned into the sensation, unable to cry out as something wet pressed against his pucker once both cheeks were spread. "Holy shit." The unicorn's words grew clearer. "You are tight. If it weren't for the salts I fear you'd hurt my finger. Is Hermes not fucking you at all?"

Not unless Onyx rode him, and he'd admit that took more work than he liked. A second finger slipped past his anal ring, doubling the expansion inside him. Onyx's fists curled yet he found no urge to squeeze around the foreign intruders. "If I remember right, your prostate should be right around...here." He shrieked at the light feeling emanating behind his crotch. Onyx didn't need to turn around to notice Anthony's satisfied smile. The constant grind against his prostate gave it away. Chains rattled, and flustered hums escaped his lips when he couldn't gasp or whine with the muzzle. Quick and short breaths escaped his snout as Anthony increased both speed and pressure.

"Someone's enjoying this." A third finger slipped in. "Actually, that makes two of us." Onyx's erection found itself caught between the cold polished wood of the frame and the weight of Anthony's knuckles. He whined and whimpered as his cockhead dragged against the cool surface, whereas Anthony slipped another finger then held his hand flat. Inch after inch sank into him, the thumb following right as Onyx realized that this was no longer a milking. "Look at it go." The unicorn cackled. "Don't think you're gonna want to sit for a few days. Works for me, bitches belong on their knees anyway."

The metal cage over his maw kept Onyx from screeching in slow yet delightful agony as the unicorn's hand sank into him. Deep breaths heaved in and out. Anthony curled his fingers inside. "You're almost like a puppet. A nice fuck puppet for my amusement." There was a playfulness to his tone. Eager like a child pushing just past the limits of their victim. Onyx pulled at his restraints with all the strength his reflexes could muster. Not an inch of progress was made.

Just how he wanted it.

Anthony's fist made its home inside his asshole. Reyna's ecstatic cry had him pull out. "Oh? Is that an orgasm I hear?" The unicorn chuckled. "Better not be. I didn't give you permission to cum." Onyx grit his teeth as his dominant's arm vacated his bowels. As stretched as he was, the shepherd felt uncomfortably empty. The unicorn had toyed with his backdoor so much that it gaped open even though it'd been tight before.

Heavy breaths escaped Reyna's gag as Anthony held her loose head. "You little bitch." He cackled, teasingly slapping her face, "You did cum. That's just asking for a punishment. And you," His wide arm reached over to pull Hermes from the latex straps holding him in place. The doberman gasped for air, sweat, piss, and Reyna's orgasm drenched his face. "Good job. As a reward, you can have fun with your boyfriend's backdoor. Hand me that flogger before you do."

Onyx caught a glimpse of a flogger pass between Hermes's hand to Anthony's before the doberman left his field of vision. Next he knew, the warm and wet sensation of his boyfriend's tongue slipped into his open asshole. It wasn't bad, but after the unicorn's fist, Onyx only wanted to be filled.

So Hermes delivered, or tried to. As Anthony brought his flogger down between the lioness's legs, Hermes's dog dick slipped easily into Onyx's back door. His thrusts matched the tempo of their master's strikes. Unlike Reyna, Onyx did not whimper or pant at the coming sensation. Anthony's fist had spread him so far that Hermes's knot slipped in and out too easily. All it succeeded in doing was edging him.

If he weren't muzzled, he'd give his boyfriend kudos for trying.

"Jeez, Hermes. I know you're a bottom but you can actually fuck, right?" Anthony unlocked Reyna and rebounded her arms above Onyx, forcing him to stare straight at her reddened cunt as she was raised onto her toes. The metal muzzle came off next, followed by strong hands opening the canine's maw and planting it firmly against the feline's cunt. "Don't you pull away." Anthony commanded, followed by a pat before confronting Hermes. "Seriously, you have no hip strength. Make some room, time to show you how a pro fucks."

Onyx did not feel his boyfriend leave. On the contrary, he felt the canine's cock thrust deeper into him and stay there. Every breath he took to pace himself filled the shepherd with the stank of Reyna's cunt.

"See you want to lean over your partner." Anthony loomed above Onyx. "Really showcase your dominance, especially when you know masochistic little fucks like your boyfriend and my bitch. And when you thrust, it needs to be with your hips. Like so." Heavy hands grabbed the canine's rump but it was Hermes's cock that pushed deeper. The force of the thrusts came from behind the doberman, slamming into his boyfriend again and again like a bully. Onyx felt the bondage horse pushed forward every time, craning his neck into Reyna.

The gagged lioness shuddered. He tasted the tang on his tongue just before she released her bladder. His maw filled fast enough that he swallowed on reflex, acting as the urinal's urinal. Anthony laughed with sadistic glee at the noise. "Looks like my toilet has a leak. Good thing I've got another to fix it."

Hermes's heavy breaths mixed with the strain of latex and the heavy plaps of Anthony smacking his hips into him. The newfound force made up for the looseness of his boyfriend's backside, with Onyx's prostate screaming to his brain that the dam was starting to crack. One particular thrust went so deep that the shepherd gasped, spattering drops of urine over the floor. Then his boyfriend spasmed and moaned. Onyx felt newfound warmth fill his ass but the unicorn kept slamming into them both.

Then his own wave hit. Onyx reeled his head, eyes wide at the spirals as the sensation took hold. He lost feeling in his lower half beyond the sudden spurts from his cock, staining the floor with the black dog's seed.

"Damn." Anthony panted for a moment as the thrusts came to a stop. "You know, I don't think I gave either of you permission to cum. Guess we'll need to fix that." Onyx turned his head to see the unicorn pick the flogger up from the floor. His tail wagged.

***

"You know, I've always wanted a harem." Anthony's fingers gently scratched behind Onyx's ears. He nuzzled into the unicorn's lap, curling up like a feral hound. Easier to do when his legs were bound in a way that forced him to walk on his knees and his hands were locked in heavy paw pads.

Reyna and Hermes were the same, but Onyx had the honor of being the unicorn's lapdog after their dungeon excursion. He'd made sure to apply ice for aches and water for hydration when the three were done, leaving them all to rest in the kitchen for at least an hour before a new idea was brought to the table. By Reyna no less, though Hermes seemed excited at the prospect. Onyx was mixed at first, but there was something about being so close yet so under the unicorn that made him tingle the best way.

"Obviously I can't have you both live with me. I don't have space for two more people. But, and you're free to say no, I could get some spare collars to mark you as mine in the club."

"I don't sub all the time." Onyx said, "I mean, I like it. But I get the urge to top occasionally."

"Mostly 'cause of me." Hermes added. Reyna snickered, as did Anthony.

"I get that." The unicorn nodded, "So, if we did let this theoretical harem happen, I'd give you higher authority over the rest. You'll still be my bitch, but you're a bitch above Hermes and Reyna."

"Shouldn't Reyna be higher?" Hermes asked, "On account of her being with you the longest."

"I'm not complaining." Reyna smiled, "Besides, I still get to cuddle up with my master when you two leave."

"So, are you interested?" Anthony asked. Onyx paused for a moment, looking to Hermes for advice. At the doberman's smile and nod, he agreed. "Wonderful. Now, before I get the leashes and take my newly established harem on a walk, I'm gonna need to mark my territory." After he gently shoved Onyx to the ground, Anthony spread his cunt lips and directed the dog to them, "Better seal yourself tight. I don't want to get any piss on my rug."