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A kink. A fetish.

That's all I thought it was. Everyone had them, some more alternative than others. Zach liked using a leash during sexual play. I was okay that.

Especially since that first month had been the happiest month of my life.

"Who do you keep texting?" asked Lydia, my Husky friend, during lunch one day.

"I know," agreed my cousin Hector, "Do you have a boyfriend you're not telling us about?"

It was hard not to smile. Yeah, I did. Zachary had said he didn't want other people to find out about us yet. He said he wasn't ready to have people watching him even more, and was even giving me this really cute speech about how he was afraid how people would react and that once we went off to college we could be as open as I wanted us to be. I was going to stop him early and let him know I didn't mind, but then he called me his boyfriend and my heart fluttered and I just let him keep going in case he said it again. I think he noticed because he started using it a lot.

"Why, you jealous?" I asked my cousin teasingly.

"Yes," he whined, "I want one too."

Yup, Hector was as gay as I was. Lucky us, two in the family. What are the odds right? He was a Rabbit, and maybe because the genetics in our family had a sense of humor he also had blue eyes and pure-white fur just like I did. Well technically not pure white, but you'd never know that unless you saw him with significantly less clothing.

"Well maybe if you weren't so fat," I laughed.

"Well maybe if you weren't so easy," he countered.

"Ladies, ladies," Rachel, our Spaniel friend interjected, interrupting the oooing from Donny and Vernon, our Schnauzer friend, "you're both fat and easy."

Hector and I simultaneously stuck our tongues out at her.

My phone buzzed with a reply.

"So do you want to go tonight?"

"My parents will never let me go." I replied.

"You're talking to Zach again," my cousin accused, "aren't you?"

"Maybe," I answered, trying to sound detached. We weren't publicly going out, but I had been spending a lot of time with him afterschool lately and my friends had taken notice. Every now and then he would even walk me to a class. It would be completely obvious to anyone that I was absolutely infatuated with him, but that was normal, so were a ton of other people. For him they would just assume he was being friendly. But my friends, being closer to the situation, weren't as easily misled.

"Does that mean you're not going to hang out with us then?"

"I don't think so," I mumbled guiltily. "Zach wants me to help him work on his math some more."

It was my usual excuse, helping Zach with one subject or another. Once Vernon had suggested that Zach was just using me to improve his grades. I probably could have used that, but I didn't want them to think poorly of him so impulsively I had blurted out "We barely even study," and so had not only lost that as a possible excuse but opened up a large window of insinuations.

"Sure," Hector replied. "His math."

"Ugh, don't get my hopes up," I groaned convincingly.

"That's not all that'll be up," laughed Donny.

And then I think Lydia called him gross but the vibrations from my phone stole all my available attention.

"Just lie to them. It's Friday, say you're hanging out with someone. Or sneak out."

"My parents know all my friends, they might ask."

Maybe they wouldn't, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't at least a little hesitant.

"You could ask him to hang out with us," Lydia suggested.

I had, actually, on several occasions, but he always hesitated. Too conspicuous I guess to suddenly start hanging out with me and my friends, so I'd drop it and just try and cover for him.

"I won't be able to make him fall for me if Hector's there scaring him away."

"Pffft," came my cousin's less than eloquent reply. "More like _stealing_him away."

"Or maybe he'll take both of you," muttered Rachel with exaggerated detachedness. "Just like in my fantasies..."

I looked at her with mock horror. "Aaaaand now I am definitely not inviting him to hang out with you guys."'

Buzzing.

"Please? I really want to take you out tonight babe." That babe was there just to butter me up, and it always worked. But still, I didn't feel right about lying to my parents.

Bzzz.

"We can do whatever you want after. <3 Please V? For me?"

And then I did.

Like I said, I wasn't a saint.

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"Mom?"

"Hm?"

I had used up almost all of my time trying to formulate a proper excuse. Zachary was going to pick me up soon, so I needed to be direct. As direct as you can be while lying anyway.

"Can I spend the night at Donny's house?"

"Donny?" she repeated as she looked up from her book. "When?"

"Tonight. In a bit." I saw a light through the window blinds that could have been Zach. I needed to hurry. "Donny and some other guys are going to study for an exam coming up, and Donny got Flame Shot III so they also wanted to come over and play it all night. Can I go too?"

"What, you're going to stay up all night playing videogames?"

"And hopefully study too." I added.

"Is Hector going?" she asked.

"No, the exam's for a different class."

"Are his parents letting you all?"

"Yeah."

"He said?"

"Yes."

She thought about it for a second. The light outside had come and gone, it wasn't Zach. I felt both relieved and disappointed. Having a boyfriend was still pretty weird sometimes. "Alright," she said finally. I let my body relax. "Do you want me to drive you?"

"No that's okay. My friend is going to pick me up."

"Which friend?" she asked.

Maybe if I didn't lie completely I wouldn't feel as guilty. "My friend Zach."

"Zach...the Cheetah you've been going with?"

"Yeah."

"He's...okay right?"

...did that count as ironic now?

"Yeah mom. He's cool. He knows, he doesn't mind." She still seemed just a little wary so I decided to add, "He's stood up for me before about it, actually."

That seemed to work. Her face relaxed. "Oh, good." Then after a short pause, "Do you like him?"

"Mom!" I cried, mortified, even if she was right. "It's not like that."

"Alright then," she laughed. "I was just asking. When is he coming to get you?"

"In a little bit."

"Okay."

"'Kay, thanks." I said as I returned to my room, trying to keep my pace calm.

"Vincent?"

Oh crap what did I do wrong! "Yeah?"

"Are you wearing your necklace?"

My necklace? "Yeah?"

"You don't think...it's maybe a little much?"

Oh. But the important thing was that she meant well.

"It's fine mom. They don't care."

"Alright Vincent," she smiled, trusting my judgment.

That went well, I thought to myself. Better than expected even. Looks like I was going out.

I had called Donny earlier and begged him to cover for me just in case, but he would only do it if I told him exactly what I'd be doing and threatened to question me extensively several times to see if I had lied to him. I didn't really have any other options, and I thought maybe I should let someone know where I was really going to be, so I did. It wasn't that I didn't trust Zach, or really thought that anything bad would happen. It was more to help me relax than anything. But I did lie to him about the reason. I told him Zach was doing it for my benefit, which he thought was really weird, but that I was agreeing to it because I really wanted to spend time with him, which he thought was pretty bad but supposed if he liked someone he would maybe do the same thing.

So all I had to do now was fiddle with my clothing and wait some more. I hoped I wasn't sweating too much. Form-fitting black jeans were inconspicuous enough, but my mother would definitely start doubting what my plans really were if she saw the fancy tight red button-down shirt I was wearing underneath my heavy sweater. It was one of the outfits I almost never wore but had just in case I ever needed to look really attractive, you know, sexy. Sexy of course just meaning tight and, in this particular case, red. Tight was as far as I could figure what sexy clothing meant on a guy, and red was supposed to be an enticing color. It worked well with my white fur, I think. Hopefully my, boyfriend, would think it looked nice. Boyfriend. Boyfriend, boyfriend, I could just say it over and over in my head all day. In fact I'm pretty sure I had that whole first weekend.

That first night I wasn't able to spend the night so Zachary had driven me home, but then he started kissing me and it took half an hour just to get out of the car. Then we spent all of Saturday and most of Sunday repeating that day. Yeah, even the leash bit. But other stuff too, like seeing a movie and getting yogurt and cuddling on his bed. He introduced me to his parents briefly as his friend, but throughout the whole month I saw them for probably a grand total of maybe thirteen minutes. They weren't home very much. Zach didn't seem to mind though; he said it just gave us more privacy.

Buzzing that made me jump.

"I'm here."

I almost bolted out of my room before I remembered the importance of acting casual. I grabbed the backpack I had packed and walked with measured steps into the living room.

"My friend's here," I told my mom as I headed for the door. "See you tomorrow."

"Alright honey. Love you."

"Love you too." So please don't take the lying personally, I added in my head.

Zach had parked his car further forward like I had asked, so my mother wouldn't see his clothes either. I felt my heart beat a little faster with each step, but my mother could be looking through the window so I still had to keep my pace controlled.

When I finally opened the door I was graced with how amazing he looked dressed up. His dark clothes hugged him perfectly, and I immediately felt my knees go weak. It looked like an angel was taking me out.

"Hey," I said to him as I got in the car. His hand reached behind my neck and pulled me forward until our lips met in a kiss that made me...well, you know.

"Hi Vincent," he murmured close to my lips when he gave us a chance to breathe, making my skin red.

"Hi," I mumbled again, enjoying the view of his eyes. He let me have a moment to admire them before sitting back up to drive.

"So what did you end up telling your parents?" he asked.

"I told my mom I was going to a sleep over at Donny's house."

"You're sleeping with Donny?" he accused with mock seriousness.

"Yeah, but you're invited to join us," I said invitingly.

"Kinky," he laughed. "But Donny's not really my type. I'm more into naughty Foxes that sneak out at night."

"I didn't sneak out," I defended, though I admit being called naughty by Zachary Chester did have the odd effect of making me feel less guilty. "I just...lied about where exactly it was I was going out to."

"Yeah, that's sneaking out babe."

Heehee, babe. "Is it?"

"Yup. You're just a naughty little Fox."

"Lucky for me that's your type."

He chuckled. "Later I'll see just how naughty you are. Anything you want tonight V."

I laughed a bit in response, just a little nervously. I wasn't really sure what I wanted to do. The only thing we had done was oral, and logically the only next step was full-on sex. And...okay don't get me wrong. I mean, I WANTED_it, but...I mean it's kind of scary when you've never done it before you know? Zachary tried to initiate it a few times, but every time his fingers would stray near my entrance or his erection jabbed at me when he hugged me from behind I would tense up and he would back off. I never told him to, so I figured he was probably just being considerate of my feelings. Which of course made me feel worse because he was nice enough to wait until I was ready and I was horrible enough to make him. It had been an entire month already and I was _still acting like a stupid virgin. Technically I guess I was but, well like I said we had given each other blowjobs so it wasn't like I was a stranger to sexual activity anymore. Hell I was practically addicted to it I loved it so much. Like that first time Zach had done me...

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"Zach..."

"Shhh..."

His lips kissed their way down my body as his hands undid my jeans. I shuddered as he got lower and lower, until finally the warmth of his mouth reached the tented bulge in my shorts. I felt his tongue massage my balls and cock through the fabric and didn't even try to suppress the moan that slid out of my throat. Damn he was hot. One hand replaced his mouth as the other teased the waistband of my underwear.

"You want me to take it off?" he asked.

"Yes," I breathed.

"Tell me."

"I want you to take it off."

"Take what off?"

My face flushed, but embarrassment was easily over shadowed with lust. "I want you take my underwear off."

He gave my bulge another slow lick, making me squirm. "Why?"

"I want you to suck my cock."

He smiled, rewarding and punishing me with a squeeze.

"Beg."

"Please Zach," I whined, completely under his control. "Please suck my cock. I want to cum, please."

"Good boy," he said as he pulled my underwear down, freeing my member only to trap it again in his grip. Then he went down, and I learned that heaven was the inside of Zachary Chester's mouth...

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"We're here." Zach's voice pulled me out of my recollection. His eyes moved down to my crotch. "Thinking about me?" he laughed. Oh, it looked like it had left me with a perfectly decent sized parting gift.

"Uh, just give it a minute." I said, making him laugh even more. I looked out the window to see where we were. "Lune."

"Like Clare De Lune.," he said as he grabbed my hand. "Since it's a nightclub, get it?"

There were several large dome skylights, and through them I could see the various lights flashing around inside. "More like loony."

"Still nervous?" he asked, giving my hand a squeeze.

"Maybe a little," I admitted. I'd never been to a nightclub before, especially since I was barely legal and still years away from being able to drink. And since we were sneaking in.

"You want to come with me, don't you?"

His voice had gone soft and his eyes were pleading. Why did he have to be such a damn dreamboat?

"Yeah," I nodded.

"Cool," he smiled. "Almost ready?"

"Yeah, uh, just let me get this off." My hands grabbed the hem of my sweater and pulled it up and off of me.

Zach looked over the revealed shirt appraisingly. "Nice," he complimented.

"Thanks," I mumbled happily.

"Hmmm, maybe we don't have to wait to get home. We can find somewhere inside and-"

"Hey!" I interrupted quickly. "You're not helping."

"Sorry," he laughed. "Let's go. Maybe the cold will help."

He was right; the air was pretty bad, especially for this late in spring. He walked me into the alley, which seemed really conspicuous to me, but that could have just been nerves. He sent a text and we waited by a backdoor for a few minutes. Zach spent it reassuring me it was fine since I kept looking over my shoulder, waiting for someone to catch us. I wasn't used to sneaking around alright? When the door finally opened there was another Cheetah beckoning us in.

"C'mon, you guys got to be quick."

"Thanks man," said Zach as we hurried down a hallway.

"Finally you come. There's a lot chicks tonight Zach." Then he held out his hand for me to shake. "Craig."

"Vincent."

"Alright, come find me later, I'll get you guys drinks."

"Sure," replied Zachary, and then we were stepping out a door and into the throng of sight and sound. The skylights let in the moonlight, but only so far before it was lost in the artificial rainbow of colors. There was fog too, which was maybe supposed to simulate clouds, or maybe was just supposed to look cool.

This wasn't the sort of place I'd go to for a night out, and honestly it was hard to imagine Zachary coming here too. His usually polite, modest behavior seemed out of place here, but he acted like it was nothing new to him.

"Dance with me," he called into my ear before leading me toward where the crowd was thickest.

I could dance, or at the very least copy what everyone else was doing well enough to not stand out, but dancing with Zachary Chester, even after all we'd done, still somehow managed to make me nervous. My body was stiff as we made our way through the crowd and found a space for ourselves. But then Zach put his hands on me and I felt myself relax. Our bodies began to sway and swivel in time with the music. His eyes stared into mine as I watched how the different colored lights played with the blue in his eyes. When he put his hands on my waist my stomach erupted in butterflies. I thought Zachary would have been more nervous about being so public like this, but I guess he figured no one from our high school was likely to find out about this.

As time passed we inched closer and closer together, and the space was tight to begin with. Then the space between us disappeared altogether. His perfect body was warm against mine, with a hot bulge between his legs. His hands were on my hips, and he used them to pull me in for a kiss. One hand went around and felt my ass up through my jeans, making my freeze. When he broke the kiss I just kept looking at him, expecting him to look at least disappointed, but instead he just kept his friendly smile.

"You want to get something to drink?" he asked. I nodded.

He took my hand and we wiggled our way out of the crowd toward the bar. My stomach dropped an inch. It wasn't that I was opposed to drinking, I just never had before.

"Hold on, let me find my cousin," he said before disappearing into the crowd again. I took the chance to take in more of the scenery. The moonlight was actually coming in stronger now so that a few of the dark patches underneath the skylights actually glowed when they weren't being illuminated by neon greens and pinks. It was actually kind of pretty. And the ceiling had fake, glimmering dots of light that looked like stars that I hadn't noticed before. Maybe the round skylights were supposed to be the moon? It seemed odd that they didn't have something more obvious, especially since the real moon would only be visible for a short time while the name of the place was Lune. Maybe it really was for loony, I laughed to myself. But maybe it really was just to calm my nerves.

When Zachary came back his cousin bought me a drink that he promised would help, loosen me up.

"You're not drinking?" I asked Zachary nervously.

"I have to drive, remember?"

Oh yeah, I had completely forgotten about that.

"Come on," Craig encouraged. "It'll be good for you. Chicks don't like it when you're all tensed up."

I thought about making a comment about why that was a nonissue, but I still wasn't sure whether he knew about Zach or not. So instead I just tentatively brought the cup to my mouth and tilted it up as both Cheetahs watched, smiling. Maybe if I had paid more attention I would have noticed that they had slightly different expressions, but then maybe not.

It burned my throat. My face cringed, making Craig laugh a little. "Feeling better?" he asked.

"Ugh, is it supposed to burn that much?"

He laughed even more. "Just give it a minute." Then Zachary said something into his ear and he smiled wider and nodded before disappearing again. When he left Zachary came up to me and put an arm around my waist. "Aren't you worried your cousin might see us?" I asked.

He smiled. "Craig's not... really that observant about that stuff."

"Oh. Okay. What did you say to him?"

"Nothing," he answered simply, and I hmm'ed in response. "Are you having fun?" he asked, a hint of worry in his voice.

"Yeah," I assured him quickly. Crap was I being a killjoy?

"Really?"

"Yeah. I mean, as long as I'm with you I'm okay."

He considered that for a moment. Then he said, "Drink some more, it really will help you relax." I really didn't want him to think I wasn't enjoying myself, so I took another tentative sip. "How are you feeling?" he asked. Except for the burning in my throat I couldn't really tell that anything was off. Maybe I wasn't a lightweight.

"Fine," I replied.

He nodded. Then his eyes started looking me over. "You really do look hot tonight V."

"Thanks," I blushed.

"Finish your drink so we can dance some more."

I grimaced at the cup in my hand and went for a bigger gulp. But the burn got the better of me and I coughed, spilling a few trickles down the sides of my mouth. "Ugh."

Zachary laughed. Then he brought up one of his sleeves and wiped the edges of my mouth, which made me feel childish. But doing that also made his fingers brush against my fur, which made me feel very adultish.

I smiled at him, just barely leaning into his hand. Instead of stopping he continued stroking my cheek. "Sure you don't want some?" I asked, offering him the still half full cup.

"I don't need it," he answered. "Come on, just relax your body." He lifted the cup to my mouth again, and if his face weren't so perfect and his hand so wonderfully placed over mine I would have objected.

It went down easier this time. It still burned like hell, but I relaxed and let Zachary tilt the cup up and up, creating a controlled stream that was easier to manage. I waited for him to stop, and when he didn't I tried to pull back. But I couldn't budge. The arm around my waist was holding me against his body as his other was practically force-feeding me the beverage. Was he...was this part of his breathplay kink?

I felt the now familiar sensation of burning lungs as my body started to ache for oxygen. My heart rate picked up, and I honestly can't say whether it was from fear or the other thing that gets your heart pumping. I had felt this enough times before now, almost always with Zachary's cock in my mouth, so when I relaxed my throat it was almost instinct. It helped the liquid go down a little easier. The burning sucked though. My eyes started to water. I pressed my lips on the inner rim of the cup, stopping the flow to take a fiery breath before opening my mouth again. It had accumulated, so it hit the back of my throat with a hot slap. Zachary finally pulled the cup back, and I tried to cough the embers out of my throat. I guess I can tell you now that Zachary Chester didn't actually have a breathplay kink, not exactly. His actual kink was something else entirely, I just couldn't see it yet. But in my defense, love is really, really blind.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

I was going to reply with some sarcastic remark, but suddenly I wasn't sure how I was feeling. "Um..." I couldn't be drunk already could I? I didn't feel drunk, or at least, I didn't think I did. Zach stepped away from me, and instinctually I stepped towards him. I didn't feel dizzy, not that I could tell anyway. Could you tell when your drunk?

Craig came back and handed Zachary another drink. "I thought you weren't drinking?" I said, or asked apparently.

"It's not for me," he answered. "Here, this one will taste better."

"You got me another drink?"

"He finished the other one already?" asked Craig.

"Yup."

"I did?" I asked with disbelief. Zach angled the cup and showed me the empty bottom. Oh, I did.

"Nice!" Craig commended.

"And you want me to drink another one?"

"You want to have fun, right?" asked Zach, another hint of something in his voice that made me feel guilty. I didn't want him to think I wasn't having fun. I took the drink from him and smelled the contents. A little less off-putting I guess.

"You know not everyone has to drink to have fun," I remarked.

"Yeah," Zachary agreed. "But a little alcohol can make you...loose. Help us have fun." I guess there wasn't enough insinuation in his voice to tip off his cousin, but it definitely struck a nerve in my groin.

What the hell right?

Hell. Right.

He was right, it tasted better. But it still had a mean kick to it.

"There you go," Craig said patting me on the back. "Alright I got to get back to work, see you guys."

When he was out of sight Zachary pulled me close again. "Not so bad right?"

His golden fur seemed to shimmer even in all the chaotic lighting. The blue in his eyes stayed perfectly blue, and mine went down his neck to the perfect chest I knew was hiding under his shirt.

"No," I agreed.

I didn't know if the alcohol was kicking in or if it was just him, but I wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. His lips tasted way better than the drink.

"Is that the alcohol or are you just happy to see me?" he asked with a smile.

"I'm always happy to see you," I answered. It might have also been the alcohol though.

"How are you feeling?" he asked again.

"Um...I don't know. Kind of...buzzy."

"Buzzy?" he repeated with a smile.

Jeez did I really say buzzy? "Yeah," I laughed.

"Good buzzy or bad buzzy?"

"Good buzzy," I laughed some more. "Now stop saying buzzy."

"What should I say?"

"Hmm. Vincent you are the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my whole life."

He laughed and put his other arm around me. "Vincent, you are, the most _sexiest_person I have ever seen in my whole life."

My face turned red. I couldn't look him in the eyes so I turned away and laughed, or maybe giggled, I don't know. I took another drink to distract myself. It maybe tasted better.

"Sure you don't want some?" I asked again, offering him the cup.

"I don't like to lose control."

Yeah. No kidding. How could everything be so obvious now but I so clueless then? I mean hell I didn't even have any idea where the alcohol was leading too.

So I just drank some more and realized I was already almost done with this drink too. When the hell had that happened?

"Come on," Zachary said as he nudged me forward.

"Hey, careful you're gonna drop my drink."

"Two drinks and you already sound like an alcoholic," he teased. I stuck my tongue out at him, which he responded to with a longer kiss. It gave me a head rush. I think. "You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah...Is it normal to feel like this after just two drinks?"

"Depends on the drinks," he said. "And it's your first time."

I could have asked what kind of drinks he gave me, but I guess it wouldn't have made a difference. I just laughed a little at the way he had phrased his response, which made him smile too. Maybe not in the way I thought though.

"Finish so we can dance some more."

"You're just trying to get me drunk." Yes. But you were too love-drunk to actually consider that.

He flashed me his charming stud-sweetheart smile and I was putty in his hands. I downed the rest of the drink with a shudder and then we were back on the dance floor. I don't really remember what happened to the cup.

I was definitely feeling it now. A lot of my shyness was gone and I wasn't afraid of putting my hands on him. They even strayed into not-so-subtle gropes of the various muscles on his body. He responded in kind. Our bodies edged closer and closer again until we were grinding our privates against each other. The heat from his cock gave the burning in my belly a run for its money. Incidentally, so did mine. I was so horny for him I could have sucked him off right there. He spun me around so that our hips were pressed against each other, my back to his front. I looked up at the skylight, catching sight of the moon. I had stopped whirling, but the room spun on.

That was my world for a while.

Moonbeams and alcohol.

At some point we were making out on the dance floor. At another we were groping each other. He grinded his bulge against my ass. I barely even flinched. Barely. I fade out into the music.

Then we were off, Zachary guiding my teetering body into someplace in the back. We made out some more, my stomach fluttering with more than butterflies as his hands felt me up through my tight red shirt and black jeans.

"Suck me off?" he whispered hotly into my ear.

Horny autopilot made a reappearance as my mouth started kissing down, picking up where it had been interrupted the first time. I think I tried undoing his buttons with my mouth, but it quickly became apparent that that was a no-go so instead I just got down on my knees and made out with the bulge in his pants. My hands tried to fumble with his belt but my fingers were too clumsy to get it open. Eventually I actually started whimpering into his crotch with needy frustration until he grabbed my face with his thumb under my chin and directed me to stand. When I was upright he whispered into my ears again.

"Let's go to my house."

Everything's hazy as he walked me through the crowd of people and out the door, his arms holding me close because there was no way I could walk straight. Ha, straight.

The night air was cold, and it made me want another drink. In the car I felt something sticking me in my jeans and pulled out my phone. Two messages from Donny. Whoops. I replied back that I was sorry and that I was fine, but tomorrow I would figure out I had actually said srry I'm find.

When I looked out the window we were already at Zachary's house. He went around and helped me out the door and into the house.

"What about your parents?" I managed to ask between lip locks.

"Not home," he answered simply.

Freaking awesome.

I don't remember how I got up the stairs, but very quickly we were on his bed with both our shirts off. He disappeared for a second, just long enough for me to take a breath and suddenly worry about smelling like alcohol and whether or not the alcohol would make me throw up. Spoiler alert, it would, later when I was hungover.

Then he was back kissing me and I didn't hear him complaining.

"Zach," I breathed as he kissed my neck. Already a month now and I was still blown away that I was with Zachary freaking Chester. His breath was warm on my body, better when he started kissing my lips again. My arms roamed all over his back. I'd never get enough of the feel of his fur under my fingers. He rubbed my sides, over my arms. He grabbed one and lifted it above my head, and then the other, opening my body up to him. I was fine with that. I was less fine when I heard a zipping sound and felt something plastic constrain my wrists. I looked up and saw a zip tie fastened around them, my hands on opposite sides of the loop. My body tensed.

"What are-?"

He leaned down and kissed me until I relaxed a bit more.

"Do you trust me?" he asked. Even hazy he looked perfect. Who wouldn't trust an angel face like that?

I nodded.

He smiled at me, making my crotch pulse. Then he kissed me some more, one hand on my neck as another started to undo my jeans. Before he pulled them off though he brought out the collar from seemingly nowhere and fastened it around my neck. I felt nervous, but I was comforted by the feeling of my necklace chain under the collar. I don't know why that comforted me but it did.

First my jeans, then my underwear. My shoes were apparently already gone. My cock was already hard, but it still twitched as I watched Zachary pull off his own clothes. Maybe it was the alcohol but he looked bigger than usual.

He crawled back over me, and I assumed he had grabbed the leash from somewhere and fastened it to the collar. But then I felt him guide my arms closer to my head and attach it to the zip tie, and I realized it was too short to be a leash. Instinctively I pushed my arms further back, and I felt the collar tug upwards on my neck.

"Zach?"

Another silencing kiss.

"You trust me, don't you?"

I wasn't as sure anymore. Some part of me was worried, but the part with alcohol was just focusing on how hot he looked looming over me.

I nodded.

"And you love me right?"

That one I could all agree on.

I nodded.

"What do you want to do?" he asked me.

He was asking me? Our current positions made it hard to imagine that I was the one calling the shots.

"I don't know," I responded timidly.

He smiled and ran a hand over one of my thighs.

"Sure you do," he said simply as his fingers closed around my shaft, giving it one slow pump.

I let out a moan and reflexively tried to move my arms, but the rope was too small and I cloud only pull them down to my chest, twisting the collar and probably making me look like an awkwardly begging puppy. I knew what I wanted to do? What was it? I think I was too drunk to remember.

"I wan..."

He crawled back and pushed my legs forward, bending them at the knees. Then he gave my cock a few more slow pumps.

"What do you want?"

"I...I wanna cum."

Was that the right answer? He smiled anyway.

"Yeah?"

"Uh-huh."

He was barely stroking me and I was already panting like a virgin. Oh right, I was a virgin.

"Tell me what you want me to do." he said seductively. Or maybe normally, I don't know.

"Anything," I answered. I was too drunk for word games. He seemed to like that answer too. He leaned down and rewarded me with a quick make out session before I felt him stick something else to the collar. Oh, there was the leash.

"Anything?" he asked quietly as he positioned himself between my legs. His hand started to fondle my ball sack, making me open my legs wider for him as I let out another moan.

"Uh-huh."

Then he lowered his head down and put my cock in his mouth, stimulating every inch with his tongue. My head rolled back. The rest of the room did too. I was back in paradise. But too soon it was lost again.

He let out a small chuckle as I whined for him to keep going. But he just put one hand on my abdomen, the one with the leash, and the other on my thigh.

"You want to feel good Vincent?" he asked.

"Yes," I breathed, practically begged. The hand on my thigh moved toward my shaft and I waited for pleasure to reach me again, but instead it started crawling under my crotch towards my tailhole. My foggy mind started to piece together what was happening, but not before he managed to slip a finger inside me.

I cried out.

My legs instinctively tried to push me back, but his body was in the way, and all my coordination was gone and without my arms it was hopeless. Zachary tugged on the leash too, stopping me from pulling away. "Zach, no," I whimpered weakly. His finger moved inside of me, and it felt so...weird. And I think it hurt. I tried to close my legs, but his leash hand grabbed my cock again, making me weak so he could push them apart easily.

"Shhhh," he cooed as I groaned and squirmed.

"Ungh, Zach stop..."

"Shhh, you love me don't you?" he asked.

I nodded, thinking that that would make him stop. Instead I felt him put another finger inside of me. That definitely hurt.

"Aauunngh!"

"You're beautiful," I heard him say. My alcohol filled mind had trouble processing the pleasure I felt from that despite all the pain. However it had no problem recognizing the pleasure I felt when Zachary started to stroke my shaft.

"Tell me what you want me to do Vincent"

"Ungh...please."

"Come on V, tell me what you want."

"I don't..." My body was confused by the different feelings, and my mind was too foggy to help.

"Doesn't this feel good?"

"I...Auunff!"

I whimpered, groaned, squirmed and moaned as Zach played with my body like a toy. Or maybe like an instrument, from all the sounds I was making. I was too drunk to be tensed, but too stimulated to be relaxed. He put another finger inside. So much more pain. And then he stroked more, talking to me with his perfect voice. Pleasure. Neither one seemed to be winning out significantly.

"I love you Vincent," he said. Hell, as if my heart wasn't beating fast enough already. "Do you love me?"

"Uh-huh." Fuck his hand felt good. Which one though?

"Tell me."

"I-...Aaauuh!" Hoooly freakin' shit his fingers. "I love you."

"And you want me to make you happy, right?"

"Uh-huh."

"You want me to make you cum?"

How the hell hadn't I climaxed already? "Yes," I breathed out loudly.

And then his fingers left my shaft, and his others pulled out of me, giving me one last little tweak of pain. And for a moment I was left to try and process why I suddenly felt so empty before I noticed Zachary reposition himself between my legs. I knew what he was doing, but I didn't remember to panic until I felt something warm and wet rubbing against my butt.

"Wait! Zach..."

"Shh, come on Vince," he said as lifted my legs higher, "tell me what you want."

"I..."

I felt him push.

"Zach," I whined.

Pressure, then a sudden stretching.

Pain.

"Ah!"

"Ooh V," he moaned. "You want this don't you?"

Deeper. More pain. Later I'd realize how lucky it was that I was too drunk to be really tense.

"Zachary!..."

"You want to feel good don't you?"

I wanted the pain to stop.

And I wanted to cum.

"Yes."

But instead he just pushed further in. Wasn't he supposed be using lubricant or something? But it didn't really feel dry so maybe he did and I just hadn't noticed. It felt...damn it hurt.

"Uoohh," he moaned as he slid further inside me.

"Z...Zachary."

His hand rubbed over my leg, trying to calm me. It did, just a bit.

Deeper, painful, fuck damn it the pain, I couldn't- "Aaauungh!" A wave of pleasure rolled over me suddenly. I almost climaxed right there.

I heard him chuckle, unable to see since I had shut my eyes. Now that he was comfortably inside me he repositioned himself, leaning down over me with my legs between us.

Good thing I was bendy.

"Do you trust me?" he asked again.

I looked up at him. It would have made so much more sense if I could see someone else above me, if his expression was mean or dominating or even just full of lust. But instead it was his perfect face, his blue eyes, his golden black-spotted fur, and the gold hair I had run my fingers through so many times. He really did look like an angel, his expression kind, if a little winded.

It was really confusing.

"Yes," I answered.

His smile was perfect, and when he leaned down to kiss me I almost forgot where I was.

Until I felt him slide out and the push roughly back in. I whimpered loudly into his kiss, and I felt him tug slightly on the leash as he broke it.

"And you want to feel good right?" he asked as he thrust again, sending another wave of pleasurable pain through me.

"Zach..."

"Tell me what you want me to do Vincent."

"I...Aaauh!"

Another thrust. Then another.

"Umph, come on Vincent, tell me what you want."

I shook my head. I had no idea what I wanted. He pushed our lips together again, confusing me even more.

"Tell me what you want," he murmured into my mouth. Thrust. "Say it."

Another. He broke the kiss again, letting me look up at him. Not just at his perfect face, but at his powerful, sculpted chest looming over me, and his strong arms on either side of me. I was vulnerable, exposed. I couldn't move right and I was tied up under him. Under him under him. I felt trapped. I felt protected.

I saw him pull his body back before thrusting into me again. The sound I made this time was closer to a moan.

"Come on Vince," he encouraged. Push.

"...I"

How could it hurt and still feel so good?

"You want this don't you?"

Did I? Did I?

He kissed me again.

"Say it."

"I...I want..."

"Ooof, yeah come on Vince."

Two more, three more. What were even the words?

"I...uh-huh." So I wasn't exactly Shakespeare at the moment, so sue me.

He chuckled breathlessly and started thrusting more. "You want it?"

"Yeah..."

"Say what you want."

"I want..."

"Come on V."

"I...Fuck me."

"You want me to fuck you?"

"Uh-huh..."

"Say it V"

"Ooooh I want you to fuck me!"

And then he did.

He fucked me hard. I felt his cock throb inside me, filling me and splitting me open at the same time. Our moans started to blend and it was hard for me to tell whose was whose.

He started going harder, faster. Fuck it hurt. So why the hell did it feel so good?

Pleasure.

Pain.

Pleasure.

Pain.

I couldn't tell the difference anymore. Maybe I never could.

He kept the leash tight, pulling me onto his hard shaft. I felt violated, dirty, but that just made me hornier. Zachary Chester was fucking me. His hard hot dick was jack hammering inside my ass, breeding me like an animal in heat. And I was powerless to do anything but lie there and take it as time passed us by.

"You want me to cum inside you V?" he asked hotly.

"Uh-huh," I nodded.

"You like my dick inside you?"

"Yes."

"Good boy."

And then he'd thrust even harder.

Maybe it was the alcohol but apparently I was a talker during sex. I begged him to fill me, fuck me, make me cum, make me his. And he promised to oblige on all counts.

"Oh fuck V," he cried in ecstasy as his thrusts started getting faster. My cock hurt with how badly I wanted to cum.

"Zach!" I cried as I felt pain shoot through me in all the right ways.

He was close. I'd been close for the better part of the last twenty minutes.

His hand grabbed my cock roughly, and I screamed out in bliss as he started to jerk it like it was his own. In almost no time at all I felt my cock pulse in his hand as the most intense orgasm of my life spewed its fluids all over my body, covering me in my own semen.

"Fuck," he moaned as he watched me climax. His thrusting became unforgiving, pounding my insides with relentless force.

Then finally, finally his dick spasmed inside of me and I felt Zachary Chester shoot his load of hot cum into me. He didn't stop thrusting until he had used my body to milk every last drop of spunk from his cock.

Afterglow.

Exhaustion.

He collapsed next to me, his dick sliding out wetly as he wrapped his arm around me and pulled me into his chest. I heard him say I love you to me as I nuzzled into his fur.

"I love you too," I managed to reply before my world blacked out...

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When I opened my eyes I felt nauseous.

I tried to get up but my arms wouldn't work. I gave up and just tried to wiggle myself off the bed.

Got it. Now go-HOLY fuck my head hurt. Damn fuck everything.

But I persisted.

My neck got caught, but a sharp tug got it free.

Holy shit don't fall. I needed my arms to balance damn it.

Somehow I made it to the bathroom. Thank goodness it was adjoined. And also that the lid was already up because it was a photo finish.

After I'd finished emptying my stomach I realized I was naked. Slowly things started coming back to me. The club, dancing, going home and...oh. Oh yeah.

Look who wasn't a virgin anymore.

I was feeling too shitty from the hangover to know how I felt about anything else. I pushed myself up using the wall and faced the bedroom. Zachary slept facing me, and I watched him while I waited for my head to stop throbbing.

He looked peaceful. Still angelic. Perfect.

I felt the leash brush against me.

He had left it on. The arm restraints too.

But we were both tired. I hadn't exactly asked him to take them off before I passed out anyway, right?

I mean, he said he loved me, right?

...

Was I just...?

...

N-no. No, 'cause Zachary was my boyfriend. He wouldn't do that. He loved me.

And...

I wanted it...

...

Right?

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Oh Vincent.

I have never been drunk and stuff. I hope Google and I did an okay job with that. Sorry if it isn't edited properly, I'll do that later. I have to go be a Pokémon master for a while now.

Do things at under this text, it'll make me happy. <3