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"What about Thursday?"

"Won't he have," Sam didn't bother getting up from the couch, "work in the morning?"

"He oughta have enough PTO to take one day off, though," Will yelled up the basement stairs. "It's at least worth asking!"

> Thurs?

"You could say this yourself you know," the cougar grumbled, "you're IN this chat."

> Thursday won't work

> Got a class

said Murdoch.

> He's studying botany!

Cliff added a sticker of a fox peering quizzically at a potted plant to their message.

> THAT IS EXCELLENT MURDOCH

> Ok great congrats but tryin to schedule a thing here?!

"How does he manage to get caps lock stuck on a phone?" Sam muttered.

> Could do saturday next week.

Murdoch offered.

> Isn't Holly in town? Aren't we supposed to have dinner with them?

to which Cliff appended a sticker of a weasel with a knife, fork, bib, and pitiful expression.

> Exactly! Now we've got an excuse to cancel!

Cliff's reply was a cartoon skunk stomping.

> YOU SHOULD NOT BURN BRIDGES YOU DO NOT HAVE TO

> FAMILY MEMBERS CANNOT BE REPLACED

> WHAT ABOUT THE DAY BEFORE?

"Nik says what about next Friday?" Sam shouted.

"We already turned down Friday!" Will shouted back.

"Not this Friday, next Friday!" Sam retorted.

"Oh!" Will was silent a moment. "Isn't that Cynthia's thing you're supposed to go to though?"

Oh yeah, Ethyl's baby shower. "Fuck me..."

> can't friday

> How about the next day, Sunday night?

Todd spoke up for the first time.

> He'll have work the next day.

> Hell, I'll have work the next day.

Murdoch countered.

> On pioneer day?

Todd said.

Sam had to check his calendar, but Todd wasn't wrong.

"What about Sunday?" He yelled to Will.

This might not have been the most efficient of systems, but at least Sam didn't have to get up off the couch.

It probably meant something that Leo's truck had a specific spot, in the cabin's gravel driveway. Nobody had decided it was his spot, nobody had discussed it, Will hadn't ordered him to park there. It had just become habit.

He took out his phone to double check there'd been no new orders while he was on the road, but the last it said was still:

> No clothes rule, no talking unless spoken to rule, both in effect tonight.

All right then.

> Yes sir.

It wasn't impossible, Leo told himself, that this was, well, it. Will hadn't told him what tonight was, only to 'make some room in his schedule' for 'a little party' that was something to do with his being 'a good slave.' He hadn't just kept all the rules for the training collar, he'd thrived under them. And after that, the first thing Will does when he gets back is summon him to a mysterious 'party.'

Were these his last moments as a free wolf?

No, don't worry about it, and don't get your hopes up, Leo told himself. Decisions like that are for Will, yeah? For master. Just concentrate on obedience.

Still, he couldn't suppress a little thrill, a shiver under his collar, when he opened the door and stepped inside to strip.

"Well," Kane looked around the cabin living room the same way he would look at the contours of a man's ass, "took you long enough to actually bring me back to your place, Adler."

"I didn't bring you anywhere," Will lowered his eyebrows. "I invited you to a poker night."

"Semantics!" Kane snorted. "Well hey there, Bronson. Word through the grapevine is you're coming out."

Todd froze.

"Of your shell!"

"Alright, alright," Will ushered Kane toward the kitchen table, "there'll be time for shit-talking once the game's started."

"Well look who got himself dug up," Sam and Nik were next to eachother, Cliff and then Murdoch on the cougar's other side.

"Well, I did owe him for what we pulled on him at the stag." Will took the seat between Kane and Murdoch. "And it'll be a hell of a time beating the pants off him."

"Don't threaten me with a good time, Adler." Kane slid his foot over to tease Todd's shin when the otter sat between him and Sam. Must have gotten it momentarily stuck on the table leg on the way.

Sam shuffled and started to deal. Kane's eartip twitched, because in between the glances bouncing between Cliff and Nik, Nik and Murdoch, Murdoch and Sam, Sam and Will... even Todd, there was some subtle taste of mutual amusement. Like they all knew something he didn't.

But that was probably just their collective game face. They thought, Kane was sure, just cause they lived together in one big happy blowjob circle that they could shark him? Ha.

Cliff made a disgusted noise in the back of their throat and folded. Murdoch chuckled, but his face fell when he looked at his cards.

"There there," Cliff patted their fox's paw when Murdoch folded too. "How have things been at the Stag, Dunbar? We haven't had a chance to get down there in quite a while."

"We'll have to fix that some time," Will interjected. "Fold."

"You missed a hell of a night," Kane put in a single chip, just enough to keep things going because he had a lot less competition already. He shot a smirk at Will, "Leo was real popular with the fellows."

Todd folded.

"He said he greatly enjoyed that night," Nik laid down his cards. "He's a very good boy, is I think the term."

"Not as good as he's gonna be next time I get ahold of him," Kane grinned at Will, who maintained his calm.

Sam folded as well. Odd, because if he'd even looked at his cards at all, Kane hadn't seen it. He'd just won back his own bet and that was it.

"Kane," Will announced clearly and slowly, "is the winner."

"Say," Kane asked as the deck passed to Cliff to shuffle and deal, "where is Leo, anyway?"

He felt warm breath on his crotch. Someone had unzipped his fly. There were hands on his waist, reaching to pull down his waistband. Kane yelped and fumbled to grab the edge of the table, because a second after he felt the head between his legs, the muzzle buried itself in his crotch.

"Oh what the f-" and the rest of whatever he'd meant to say collapsed into a moan when Leo's tongue found his cock, pulled it into his mouth! Even before he'd had a chance to get properly hard!

And Adler, damn him, was grinning like a comic book villain.

Kane tasted defiantly, exuberantly horny: horny to the point of danger and aggression, like a riot about to break out. He tasted like enjoying lust just as much as lust's satisfaction. And he tasted like victory, like getting away with something, and being able to present that to Will as a tribute.

"Looks like someone missed his owner," Will had said, with Leo's head on his lap. "Answer, pup."

"Very much, sir," Leo had sighed and nuzzled the hand that petted him.

"But we got a big night, though," Will had said. "Here's your orders."

So he'd armed himself with kneepads and a bottle of water. He'd crawled under the table, before everyone sat down. It was surprisingly roomy. He half suspected that activities like this had been in mind when Will'd bought it. Cliff had petted his ears while he waited for Will to let Kane in.

Then it was just a matter of staying quiet till Will announced the winner of the first hand.

Kane didn't have room to thrust, exactly, but he tensed like it was the next best thing. It felt like there was just as much pre in Leo's mouth as his own spit.

"That," Kane tried to snarl but it came out as a whine, "was a dirty trick."

"Look, after you made such a fuss about not bein first in line for him at the Stag..." Will picked up his cards.

"You're a dirty bastard," Kane grumbled. "You're all dirty bastards," he added when the whole table laughed.

"You can tell him to stop if you want," Murdoch took a single card.

"Well there's no need for anything drastic," Kane said. He laid a paw on Leo's head, until Will yelled at him that it was his turn, hurry up and bet.

"Two pair," Murdoch laid down.

"Two pair," Nik said, "but tens and queens."

"Ah shit," Kane hadn't been paying much attention to the game, "pair of sixes."

"Three of a kind!" sang Cliff.

"Tibbits wins the hand," announced Will.

Under the table, Leo let Kane spring free of his mouth, turned, waited for Cliff to undo their pants, and then continued his work.

"Woah woah, hey!" Kane objected. "What the hell, it was just getting good!"

"Ah... oh my!" Cliff was too busy squirming to explain.

"You want him to finish?" Sam picked up the hand Nik dealt him, "gonna have to win him back."

"You think I won't?" the wolf snorted at his cards, "All you did is go and make me determined!"

Not determined enough to beat Nik's full house, though.

Under the table, Leo hesitated a moment. As affectionate as Nik had been, he was the one who hadn't displayed any particular attraction, at any point in the collar training. What if he didn't actually want it? Will wouldn't order Leo to do anything unwanted, right? Was he just overthinking it, was the ghost of his self-loathing delusions, resurrected at a critical moment, here to convince him that, after all, nobody would ever really want him?

...shit, he couldn't ask, either! He wasn't allowed to speak unless spoken to!

...there was always the safeword.

But Nik came to the rescue before he could use it. The badger unzipped, shuffled down his jeans to his ankles, and beckoned.

He was rock-hard.

Leo finally got to find out how Nik tasted: quiet, stable, reliable, inexhaustible. But what was better was knowing, not with his mind but with his lips and his tongue, how much Nik really did want Leo, after all, just on a longer schedule.

Murdoch won a hand, then Will.

"There's my good boy," Will said, too quietly for anyone but Leo to hear. He brushed Leo's cheek, with the back of his hand once the wolf's muzzle was filled and busily sucking. Leo hadn't realized how much he'd missed the taste and smell of Will's cock after just two weeks away.

Then it was Murdoch again. "I'm starting to get," the fox covered up a moan with a laugh, "jealous of Leo."

Leo followed victory from cock to cock, Murdoch to Nik to Cliff and back to Will. It was like being drunk: nothing existed but what he was doing now, whatever dick was on his tongue, whatever man his mouth was clinging to. The padlock around his neck bounced against his chest when he moved. He felt owned, and that was just another way of feeling loved.

Kane finally won another hand. He played the next as slowly as he possibly could, but lost to Todd's flush.

Nobody was more surprised than Todd, unless you counted Todd himself again a few seconds later when Leo's muzzle engulfed his shaft.

Todd and Kane immediately turned the next hand into a bidding war. The wolf bet, the otter raised, Kane raised again, Todd raised again.

"This is so much more hilarious than I expected," Murdoch had slid his paw into Cliff's lap after they both folded, was keeping them entertained.

"Don't see me acting like this," Sam grumbled nonchalantly, "and I'm the only one with a still unsucked cock."

Todd went all in.

"Fine then!" Kane did the same.

"Then I'll add," Todd squirmed when Leo's tongue circled his cocktip, "that... if I lose I'll get under the table with Leo fer the rest'a the game!"

"That sounds worth it," Will said, apparently it had slipped everyone's mind that he hadn't folded yet. "I'm all in too."

"Straight!" Kane yelled.

"Flush!" Todd exulted.

"Straight Flush," said Will, calmly.

It took a little while to work out how the rules changed with two under the table, but Leo didn't mind. He got to enjoy Will the entire time.

Leo slowly unfastened his kneepads and got to his feet. His back popped, satisfyingly, and his legs began to loosen.

He felt like he'd just won a fight.

His mouth had been on a dick the entire game, save for brief breaks for a gulp from the water bottle or the interruption when, right after Cliff came, Todd had suddenly grabbed and kissed Leo. It turned out the otter had a surprisingly slutty side, just under the surface: Horny and submissive to the point of mania. Once the embarrassment of defeat had faded, and it faded quickly, he'd proven every bit as eager as Leo, and the only real problem had been getting in eachother's way every time someone won a hand and they had to change places.

Leo suspected that part of Todd had secretly wanted to be under the table the whole time.

Now, slumped on the floor, back against the couch, while Will and the rest sent Kane on his way--the other wolf had managed to finish in Leo's mouth and then summoned the stamina to keep playing till he finished in Todd's mouth as well, which was impressive--Leo found himself blissfully unconcerned. Whatever Will told him to do for the rest of the night was fine. Sleep between him and Sam, sleep at the foot of their bed, go home and get some rest, sleep chained up in the basement like a rampaging monster. He'd be happy to do any of it.

"Uh, Leo?"

He opened his eyes. Todd had his pants back on... and was holding Leo's?

"Uh, your pants were buzzing fit to beat the band, out by the front door."

What did that-?

Leo dug in his pocket and blinked back to awareness. His phone vibrated again as he pulled it out. There were... several missed calls, and several dozen texts, from Papá. The most recent one was

>Mijo, ¿qué coño has estado haciendo? (Son, what the fuck have you been doing?)

but Leo scrolled up, and his heart wrapped around his throat. All of the rest of the messages pretty much said the same thing. Until he got to the first one.

A picture of him, on the sidewalk outside the Stag, no shirt, on a leash.