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Graduation was coming up, last projects due. Final exams were almost here too, so studying was a must for students that cared about their grades. It was the time of year when everyone really needed to be focused on their schoolwork.

Except me, apparently. For the second time that week I was walking out of the classroom with a hall pass to meet Zachary Chester in the boy's bathroom.

My nerves buzzed like crazy as I walked down the halls, and when the janitor appeared around the corner I almost froze. But I have a hall pass, I reminded myself. I'm not doing anything wrong. Was I?

The bathroom was quiet when I stepped in, and at first I thought that he wasn't here yet. "Hey V," I heard behind me, making me yelp in surprise. I turned quickly to see my Cheetah boyfriend, smiling ruefully at me.

"Jeez Zach, you scared the shit out of me."

He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close enough to feel his anticipation poking me through his jeans. "Careful," he whispered. "If we're not quiet someone could catch us."

The thought sent something down my spine. It ended in my crotch.

He led us into a stall, pulling me against him as he reached behind me to close and lock the door. Last time I asked him if we could lock the bathroom door too, but then he looked at me and asked if this was too much. I couldn't let him down, so I dropped it. And now I was dropping to my knees as he sat on the toilet in front of me, and I was grateful I was wearing jeans. He had given me some toilet paper to put on the floor so my knees wouldn't actually have to touch urine stains, though honestly it wouldn't have been anything I hadn't experienced before. But yeah, school wasn't the place to be walking around with damp knees.

The smell of the air was unpleasant too, but I quickly forgot about that as I reached over and started pulling down his zipper. He usually let me do it, knowing that I loved being able to savor every moment leading up to being able to touch him. My knees were drawn in as far as they could go, but it was still cramped in the small space. I don't know how other people supposedly manage it. If someone walked in right now, there would be absolutely no chance they wouldn't notice what was happening.

Another little something rang through me as I thought about it. Knowing we needed to hurry I pulled his pants and underwear down at the same time. His dick flopped out eagerly, both of us happy to see each other. I pulled his balls out so that they rested on the elastic band of his underwear. It puffed them out in a way that made me almost moan out loud. Zachary put his hand on my head as I leaned forward and gave each one an elongated lick, suckling lightly on the second one.

But I can't savor them right now. I need to get this show on the road. I grabbed his cock and angled it towards me, rubbing my tongue along the head as a bead of pre leaked out. Zach moaned happily, but otherwise stayed quiet as I took him into my mouth. The smell of his musk was almost enough to make me forgot about the funky bathroom smell, but it's his taste that really helped me get over it. I bobbed my head up and down, twisting my head this way and that as I tried to work him up so that he'd finish sooner. His finger's combed appreciatively through my hair as I sucked on him, my tongue bathing every part of his shaft with saliva, worshipping it.

He shifted above me, and next thing I knew he had his phone out, either recording me or taking a picture. My face flushed, but I didn't stop. By now I was getting used to his little kinks. They always seemed to make me hornier too anyway.

Then I heard something, like someone walking in the hallway, and felt my whole body go rigid. I tried to pull off, but I felt Zachary's hand of the back of my head push me further back down onto him. For someone who seemed eager to keep our relationship a secret, he seemed unusually willing to risk getting caught. I knew he wasn't going to let me go until I got him off, so I redoubled my efforts.

Fear of getting caught had a strange effect on me. It made me hurry, obviously, because the sooner we were done the sooner there'd be nothing to catch. But that wasn't all. It was almost like it was altering my brain to accommodate the need to finish quickly. It made me hornier, the adrenaline pumping blood straight through my own throbbing erection. I used my hand to jerk the Cheetah off, trying to get him to cum in my mouth faster. But it was more than that. I wasn't just more eager to finish, I was more eager to have him cum in my mouth. I wanted, needed him to, and to do it now.

But just when I thought he was about to, he pulled me off.

I whined, almost too loudly, but he just smiled and kept pointing his phone at me. "Make me cum on your face," he said. Initially the words made me shudder with desire, but the small space and the way his voice echoed reminded me where we were.

"But I have to get back to class," I whispered.

"You can wash it off," he assured me, petting my cheek. His touch was gentle, but firm enough for me to tilt my head into.

"But..."

"Come on Vincent," he said in his perfect voice. "For me?"

For him. That was probably the clincher. When someone, a boyfriend, especially one as dreamy as Zachary Chester, was asking to cum on your face, who would even want to say no?

Definitely not me.

I started pumping his dick, moving my face into position in front of it. I kept my mouth open, too horny to let all of it go to waste, with my tongue almost unconsciously sticking out a bit to catch as much as it could.

He tried to hold the camera steady as I felt his body start to twitch, and then with a hitch of his breathe he started to shoot his load onto me. I let it paint my face a warmer, stickier white. I caught as much as I could in my mouth, and when he finally stopped I used my tongue to lick off what it could from my face before cleaning off his head.

He looked away from his phone, taking in the sight of me as he moved his thumb to rub some of his cum into my fur. He stroked my cheek affectionately, then moved his hand around my face, pressing firmly like he was finger painting it. It was probably as weird as it sounded, but at the time it just made me painfully aware of my own need for release. His fingers pushed my face just hard enough to nudge it this way and that, but I didn't mind. He smiled at me, and murmured how beautiful I was, and the part of me that was worried about having to return to class like this vanished completely for a while.

Then he stood, and pulled me up so that we were chest to chest in that cramped bathroom stall. I felt his fingers on my jeans as he undid the buttons, and I clung helplessly onto his shirt as he fished me out. His fingers squeezed and teased as he jerked me off, pushing me quickly to my own climax. His other hand was wrapped around me, holding me against him, so I had to be careful not to smear his clothes with my still stained face. He angled me so that when I came I wouldn't hit either of us, which was good because when it happened it happened hard. I tried to keep my voice down as his fingers made me cum all over the wall of our substitute love nest.

Amazing what fear can do for an orgasm.

Through the sound of my own panting I heard him chuckle. He tucked me back into my underwear and angled my body to face him. His tongue licked over my lips before pressing his softly against mine, and just like that this went from some kinky moment of sexual release to a stolen one of intimacy. His kiss lulled my nerves to a steady buzz as his arms held mine steady, keeping me grounded while my heart went airborne.

But then he started biting my lower lip.

He trapped it between his teeth, and before I could process what he was doing, he started applying pressure. My hands pushed against his chest, but he held me in place, putting one hand behind my neck to stop me from moving as he bit down harder. I tried to pull away, but it was mostly reflexive, and there wasn't any real force behind the actions.

I whined into his throat, forgetting to keep quiet, but he kept going until I started tearing up. I knew there wasn't any actual danger of him hurting me for real, but the pain was becoming too much. My fingers clutched his clothes as I whimpered. My body started squirming, my nerves crying for me to escape, but I held my ground. I tried to breathe through it, feeling a different kind of adrenaline running through me, making my heart race as I held onto him. His fingers were tighter around me too, but probably for different reasons than mine.

And then he stopped, pressing both his lips against mine normally again before pulling back.

I immediately starting nursing on my lip with my tongue, trying to soothe it as I shot him a mean look. There was a small smile on his face.

"Does it hurt?" he asked sincerely.

"Obviously," I murmured annoyed, still tonging it.

"Here," he said, and then leaned in again.

I tensed as he took my lower lip again, but this time he used his lips, kissing it and running his tongue softly over the outer bite spot. I know there's no logic or reason behind it or whatever, but the pain actually did seem to lessen.

"Better?" he asked. I refused to nod, so instead I shrugged, which made him smile and kiss me again. He looked into my eyes, waiting until I looked back. When I did he said, "I love you."

So what was I supposed to do? He wasn't going to apologize, and I starting reasoning that there wasn't really anything to apologize for. Maybe lots of people bite lips when they kiss, and Zachary just did it harder than other people. I already knew he was...alternative? And, he knew I didn't mind, because I didn't, because... "I love you too."

He kissed me again as his hand reached around to open the stall door.

"Can I see you after school?" he asked.

I almost reflexively said yes. "I...I can't, remember? I'm hanging out with my cousin today."

"Oh, right," he said, disappointed. "What about after?"

"It's probably going to be an all-day thing."

"You can't get out of it earlier, for me?"

"I...I mean I don't think-"

"Please V? For me?"

I felt the tender spot on the inside of my lip with my tongue, but I didn't feel it, not really. "...I'll try," I said finally.

He flashed his teeth triumphantly. "There you go," he said as he kissed me. "See you after school."

"Yeah, hopefully," I clarified, but his expression didn't lose any of his confidence. He just gave me a quick kiss before leaving.

"Love you."

"Love you too," I replied quietly as the door closed behind him. Alone I looked back at the stains I had left on the wall. I should probably clean those up. But first I went to the sink to finally wash my face. In the mirror I saw that Zachary fingers had pushed it deeper into my fur.

Great. Washing it off was going to be fun.

My tongue danced over the tender part of my lip. I don't know when it was that I started to notice that Zachary was...different. I'd say it happened gradually, but in reality the signs weren't so subtle, I was just distracted.

After that night when I got drunk at the club, the floodgates opened.

I didn't think twice when Zachary bought a new bed with a thick wireframe headboard. But when he used it to handcuff me to the bed, I understood the significance. And real handcuffs too, not those weird fuzzy ones. The hooks on his ceiling were a lot more obvious, though I never figured out how he managed to do it without his parents noticing or asking questions. Or how they managed to hold my weight without the ceiling breaking.

But it wasn't just the accessories. I chalked that up to a fetish. It was the way he started behaving. Sometimes his fingers would hold onto me tighter, or his eyes would stare at me a little more intently, or when we were doing things he would always push my limits farther than I wanted him to. He was, different, but not really in a bad or negative way.

And he was never mean about it or anything. There was no aggression or malice that I could ever pick up on. Just rougher, but all the while he'd be as sweet and kind as he ever was.

I stared at myself in the mirror as I started trying to wash my face clean.

It wasn't like I minded or anything. There was even something, passionate, maybe, about the way he acted. The intensity, the force, knowing that it was all because he loved me so much, it was kind of nice. And the sexual stuff, the restraints, the sex swing, the toys, I mean...well, I mean it wasn't like I ever really said no, you know?

Like I said, I wasn't a saint.

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But apparently he could say no to me. "Never mind, I can wait until tomorrow." That's what the text Zachary had sent me said, right before school ended. I asked if he was sure, but he hadn't replied. So now I was standing at the bus stop with my cousin, wondering why the hell he had canceled, and why I was so upset when I hadn't even originally planned on seeing him today in the first place.

It looked like I wasn't the only one distracted though.

"What's wrong?" I asked my cousin.

He twitched his long white ears and shrugged. "Nothing."

"Are you sure? You're being really quiet."

"So are you," he pointed out. "Is something wrong with you?"

Was there?

For the umpteenth time I considered telling him about me and Zachary. It would be nice to not have to lie about it to everyone, and Hector had always been my best friend. It was hard, now, keeping this huge secret from him for so long. I know Zachary had made me promise not to tell anyone, but Hector was family. I could trust him couldn't I?

"No, just...I was supposed to meet Zach afterschool today, but then he said never mind."

The Rabbit smirked as the bus arrived and we climbed on. "Sad that you don't get to ogle him?"

Could I tell him?

"Like you wouldn't be," I answered. The bus wasn't too crowded, and we grabbed a seat near the exit door.

"That's different. I don't have the privilege of being his private tutor. You lose one day and you start moping like a puppy."

"I'm not moping."

"Yeah, you are," he laughed, making me stick my tongue out. After a moment though his expression changed a bit. "Vincent...Do you like him?" I guess he didn't catch the way my eyes widened, because he kept going. "I mean, obviously you like him, everyone likes him. But I mean...do you really like him?"

"I..." Did I like Zachary Chester? No. Like was a small word. I was...obsessed. Intoxicated, completely infatuated by him. He was different, I knew that now, but it was like with me he didn't have to try so hard to hide it, and he just seemed to love me so much because of that. And it wasn't all sex either, it was cuddling on his bed, holding hands and talking, and just knowing that everything I was feeling for him he felt for me. But that wasn't what he was asking. "I mean...yeah."

"Do you...I mean do you ever, just, wish he could like you more?"

"More..." Could Zachary Chester love me more?

"Yeah. You know, like..."

"...Hector?"

The Rabbit stared at me, noticing the tone of my voice. "What?"

"...Zachary and I, we um...we're, together."

I don't know what I thought his reaction was going to be, but it definitely wasn't just to sit there and keep staring. Maybe if he looked more surprised or something, but instead he just looked...something else. "...Like...'

"Like, he's my boyfriend."

"Oh," he said simply. But then gradually he seemed to become himself again. "...Oh! Wait what?"

I shrugged, trying to act like it wasn't a big deal. "Yeah, just-"

"Wait, Zachary Chester?"

"Yes Zachary Chester," I answered, relieved that he was acting normal again. A smile started to form on my face.

"Since when?" he asked.

"Um...January 13th."

"January?" he gasped. "And you didn't tell me?"

"Zachary didn't want people to know about us."

"Why not?"

"He's worried how people might react," I told him. "He said after we go to college we can be as open as I want, but until then he...he'd rather not make it a thing, you know?"

"Oh," he said, and we both knew what the other was thinking about. "No, yeah, that makes sense. But still Vincent, I'm family, you're supposed to tell me everything. Especially when it's that you're with Zachary Chester!"

"I know," I replied guiltily. "But Zachary made me promise I wouldn't tell anyone." And just as I said it I realized I had done exactly that. "Hector, you have to swear to me you won't tell anyone about us."

"Of course," he nodded.

"I mean it," I stressed. "No one. Zachary can't know that I told you or..."

"Alright, jeez," he replied. "It's not like he'd break up with you over it, right?"

"What? No, of course he wouldn't. It's just..." I thought of his parents, who were never really there, and his friends, who he hid himself from. "...He doesn't really have that many people he can trust, you know? I just don't want to let him down."

The Rabbit grabbed one of my hands. "I promise. I won't tell a single person."

I think he really did keep that promise. "Thanks Hector."

He smiled, and then smiled differently. "So, have you guys done it?"

"What?"

"Have you two done it?"

Guilty images flashed through my mind. "None of your business."

"Oh my gosh you have!"

"Keep your voice down," I whispered. I glanced around the bus self-consciously.

"What was it like?" he asked.

"Hector!"

"Oh come on," he begged. "I'm your cousin, that's what family does. I'm never going to get to sleep with him. You have to describe it for me."

I thought of the way it felt to swing helplessly from his ceiling. My face turned red. "No!"

"Please? At least tell me how big he is?"

"Hector!" I laughed.

"Is he at least good at it?"

"I don't exactly have anything to compare it too."

"So no?" he gasped.

I felt myself get defensive. Zachary was my boyfriend, I couldn't let anyone, especially my cousin, think that he wasn't good at sex. If anything he probably knew more about it than most of the other people at school. I mean, there was knowing about the kinds of things we did, and there was actually doing them.

"Zachary...just, trust me, he knows what he's doing."

"So you guys have done it."

"I...Damn it Hector!"

He laughed as I flushed and tried to look angry.

"You don't have a picture do you?"

Several. "Not for you." I teased.

"What? Give me your phone!"

"No," I laughed as he tried to take it from the pocket of my jeans. This was definitely the kind of thing I was hoping for. I hadn't realized how disconnected I had become from everyone else around me. It was nice talking to Hector like this again.

When he finally gave up he got this sort of dreamy look in his eye. "Hey Vincent...what's it like?

"What do you mean?"

"You know...being with someone."

"Oh." I thought about it, and felt my heart start to long for the Cheetah. "It's like, with Zachary, just...everything's amazing. Just, being with him and talking to him makes me feel like I'm the luckiest person in the world."

"...Hm."

"And, knowing that he cares about me, and thinks about me, and..."

Neither of us spoke for a while, until eventually he asked, "What's wrong?'

"...Nothing. It's stupid."

"What is it?"

"No, just...I don't know why he cancelled."

Hector looked at me, then gave me a little half smile.

"...You really are moping like a puppy."

"What? No I'm not."

"Yeah, you are," he laughed. "Come on Vincent, it's not like it means anything. He probably just got busy."

"I know, but...like before I had to practically beg him to let me hang out with you and he kep-"

"Wait, you had to beg him to let you hang out with me?"

Did I say that? "N-No, that's not what I meant. I mean he was the one who was begging me to hang out with him today, but then I finally told him I'd maybe try to end early..." I stopped and looked at my cousin, feeling guilty.

He just shrugged. "Don't worry. I get it. I'd ditch you for him too," he joked.

"I wasn't going to ditch you," I told him. "But anyway, I just don't get why he cancelled after trying so hard to get me to go with him, you know?"

Hector thought about it for a moment. "Maybe he just decided he didn't want to force you to hang out with him."

"He's not forcing me to though." I whined. "He's my boyfriend, I want to spend time with him."

"I know. But sometimes people get, possessive, you know? He probably just doesn't want to be one of those crazy boyfriends."

One of those crazy boyfriends.

"So then...do you think, maybe I made him cancel?" Maybe Zachary had only changed his mind because he thought that was what I wanted. I hadn't originally planned to hang out with him anyway, but now I was starting to feel like maybe I had abandoned him in some way.

It didn't help that Hector took a while to answer. The Rabbit seemed to think a while before answering. "...I think he was just trying to give you space Vince. It's not like he's going to pieces from missing one day with you, right?"

He was right, I knew he was. Zachary had track practice anyway, so right now he was probably hanging out with his friends. And even if he wasn't, Zachary was more than capable of being alone for a day. He must even be used to it, since his parents were hardly ever home...

"Do you think he'll be okay though?" I asked.

"Why wouldn't he be?"

"I don't know," I shrugged. I tried to make sense of my own thoughts. "Like his parent's...they're not really there for him."

"Stereotypical rich kind of parents?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "I mean I know he has friends..." And yet I couldn't shake the feeling that maybe he was just sitting there, alone in that big house with no one to keep him company.

"Maybe that's why he cancelled," Hector suggested. "Maybe his other friends wanted to hang out. Maybe you're the one who got ditched."

"What, no," I said. "Zachary wouldn't...." But then, if I really thought he wouldn't leave me to hang out with his friends, that would mean he wasn't with them.

"I don't actually mean like he ditched you Vince. I mean, sometimes he hangs out with other people doesn't he?"

"Yeah," I answered. "But he always tells me."

He shrugged. "Maybe he doesn't."

But he would though, I know he would. He tells me everything. So if he didn't tell me, that would mean he wasn't with them. Does that mean he really was just home alone? Dammit, if he would just text back I'd know what was going on.

"...Maybe I should go check on him."

"Vincent," he groaned. "Don't you go being the crazy boyfriend either."

"How is that being crazy?"

"What do you think it's going to look like if you show up without telling him? He's going to think you don't trust him."

I shook my head. "Me and Zachary aren't like that. We know we'd never cheat on each other or anything like that."

"How do you know?" he asked.

"Because...I just do." Maybe that would have been the normal thing to do, start wondering if he was cheating on me. But the thought wouldn't even enter my mind. Zachary would never do that. "We trust each other completely."

Hector sighed and looked away. "That must be nice. Having someone like that..."

Except that now I was leaving that very same person all alone while I went out and had fun without him. "I just...Now I keep thinking what if he's just, I don't know, let down or something."

Hector didn't say anything for a moment. He just looked out the window while I tried to figure out why this was bothering me so much.

"Vincent," he said, "if you don't feel like hanging out today we don't have to hang out."

"No," I said quickly. "No, Hector, that's not what I meant."

"No, it's fine Vincent. I get it if you'd rather be with Zach."

"No I...no..." No, right? I missed this, spending time with Hector, and even all my other friends. Of course I loved spending time with Zachary, but I didn't need to do it absolutely every chance I got. Did I? I mean, I guess...I _was_kind of starting to miss him. I mean I would have been fine not hanging out today, but when I thought there might have been a chance for it...

"But, didn't you want to talk about something?" I asked.

He froze for a moment, thinking, but then said, "Um, no, don't worry about it. It's nothing important."

I felt guilty, obviously, but even so I was already pulling my phone out and sending Zachary a text.

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I was at his house faster than I thought I'd be. Zachary, finally replying, said he had skipped practice today and had gone straight home after school, which to me just enforced the idea that he had really wanted to see me today.

Of course as soon as I got to his door I started second guessing myself though. Maybe he really had just meant to go out with friends, and I really was just going to come off as needy. But no, he'd be happy to see me right? That's what I told myself as I rang the doorbell. Nothing happened for a while, and I almost rang it again when I heard footsteps from the other side. I expected the housekeeper, but was happily surprised to see my Cheetah answering the door instead.

"Hey Vincent," he said, smiling.

"Hey Zach," I said back quietly. A warmth spread through me, knowing that that smile was for me. And true to his perfectness, he quickly pulled me inside and wrapped his arms around me before leaning in for a soft but long kiss.

He pulled back, still smiling as his eyes roamed my face. "What made you change your mind?" he asked.

I shrugged, trying to play it cool. Which was hard to do when there was a dreamy Cheetah holding you close to his chest. "I wanted to see you." A moment of clarity made me look around the house nervously. "Is anyone here?"

He shook his head. "No. What happened to your cousin?"

"He's fine. I just...left early."

He kept searching my face. "Why?"

I felt my face turn red, "I just...I don't know. I thought...I started feeling like I was ditching you or whatever so..." I looked around the house again. The large entryway was quiet except for us, the whole house big and empty. The thought of him being all alone here made me glad I had decided to come.

"V," he sighed affectionately, planting a soft kiss on my cheek. "You didn't have to do cancel for me."

"I know," I said, looking down at our bodies pressed together. "I just...didn't want you to be all alone here. And I mean...I missed you."

Zachary made a sound, and then lifted a hand to stroke the side of my face. "Vincent." He said it tenderly, like he was savoring every letter. "Come on." He led me up the stairs, his fingers never letting go of mine.

When we got to his room Zachary closed the door behind him, and then pulled me onto the bed with him. Our arms wrapped around each other as we looked into each other's eyes.

"Why didn't you text back for so long?" I asked.

"Sorry," he laughed. "My phone died and I needed to charge it."

"It's okay," I said, happy there was a logical reason behind it. "So...why did you say never mind?"

"I thought that's what you wanted."

So it was me that made him cancel. I shook my head again. "I just want to be with you," I replied.

He smiled when I said that, putting his hand on my cheek again. "Did you think I didn't want to hang out with you?"

"No," I said quickly. "Hector-" Too quickly. For a split second I considered telling him that my cousin knew about us now, but decided against it. Hector wasn't going to say anything, and I didn't want Zachary to worry. "...he made a joke that I ditched you, and I guess I just started believing it." It was true enough for now.

He smiled a little wider. His fingers rubbed my cheek a little more firmly, and to me it felt comforting. "Hanging out with your cousin isn't ditching me, V."

"I know," I said. "But...anyway, I missed you."

"After 6 hours?"

"Didn't you miss me?" I asked, remembering how happy he was to see me.

"I always miss you," he answered easily. "I love you."

"I love you too." I let myself get lost in the blue of his eyes as we stared at each other some more. "Isn't your coach going to be mad that you ditched?"

He shrugged. "It'll be fine. We still got two weeks before the meet. I'd rather be here with you anyway."

I really liked that answer. I knew he probably shouldn't have, but it was kind of cool that he ditched his afterschool practice for me. All those movies where the jock boyfriend has a hard time trying to pick between sports and romance made it feel kind of romantic that he didn't even flinch about ditching.

Right after school.

And then came straight home.

But... "Wait. Zach...you texted me right before school ended, didn't you?"

"Yeah," he nodded. His smile was unreadable.

"...so then why did you ditch practice if you didn't know if you would even see me today?"

"Just in case," he answered simply.

Just in case. Even then it sounded like a sketchy answer, but I was distracted by how happy I was to being lying in bed with him. I didn't even consider that maybe I had given him so many reasons to be so sure.

"It wasn't a big deal," he continued. "I'd do anything for you V." He propped himself up on one elbow, petting the side of my face with his other hand. "And you'd do anything for me." It wasn't even a question, but I nodded anyway. "V...You make me feel like I can be who I am, and I don't have to hide it." He climbed on top of me, and I felt the bulge in his pants grinding up against mine as his sculpted body loomed over mine. "And I know you'll love me, no matter what. Right?"

"Of course," I answered. My voice shook a bit though as he grinded his hips against mine and I felt him lower his tongue to my ear.

"You're mine, aren't you?" I felt his hands start to snake under the hem of my shirt, starting to pull it off.

"Uh-hu," I mumbled.

The room became hotter, our bodies more naked, and I watched as he pulled out from under his bed all the things that would make me his.

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Was it possible to have a sound fetish? There was something about the small sound metal made when it clacked lightly against itself that my brain was starting to associate with being horny. Or maybe it was being on my knees, with my wrists tied together above my head, held up by a leathery rope that was attached to one of the hooks on the ceiling. Or maybe it was the spreader bar between my legs, leaving my dick, balls, and even to some degree my tail hole exposed to the air around them. I guess it could have also been knowing that my boyfriend was in front of me, watching my body sit there on display for him. I couldn't see him because my eyes were covered by a blindfold, which obviously left me completely blind. But also really, really horny.

He ran one hand down the center of my torso slowly, stopping just above my groin. I whimpered, my dick aching to be stroked, but instead his hand travelled back up and he jingled the metal tag hanging from the black collar around my neck. A silver, flat, heart shape to match the red ones on the collar, engraved with the name "Vincent."

Even without the leash, Zachary always had me put my collar on. I didn't mind, and maybe even the opposite. The tag, the heart with my name on it, I had actually thought was kind of sweet. And, I mean, I liked it in another way too.

"So beautiful," he murmured as his hand ran through my chest fur. His fingers pinched one of my nipples, making me squirm. But that was nothing compared the feeling of his lips suddenly appearing on my neck. He kissed and teased it with his tongue, sending an invasive, tickling pleasure through my body. The position of my arms protected my most sensitive areas, but that wasn't enough to keep me from moaning out loud like a school boy. Well I guess I was one, but you know what I mean. Meanwhile, his fingers kept playing with my chest, tweaking and rubbing over my sensitive flesh, and in practically no time at all I was already panting. He moved his head up and kissed me on the lips, making breathing even harder. For a second I wondered if that was the point. I kissed back.

He started to bite my lip, just like before. But maybe not as hard, because I wasn't overwhelmed by the pain like last time. My heart started to beat faster, and I whimpered, but this time not just because it hurt.

Then he disappeared, making me let out a needy sound. Thankfully he was quick to oblige. The familiar smell hit first, followed by the feeling of his swollen cock bumping my nose. He rubbed it on my face, leaving bits of pre-cum on my fur as I nuzzled into it. I twitched my eyebrows, trying to move the blindfold enough to catch a glimpse of it on my face, but it didn't work. So instead I opened my mouth.

"There you go," he said as he slid his shaft through my open lips. The restraints restricted some of my movement, so I tried to make up for it by rubbing my tongue along the bottom of his shaft. He started helping too by beginning to lightly hump back and forth into my mouth. I moaned around him, my tongue swirling around the length of his shaft as I tasted all the different flavors that made up Zachary Chester. He leaked more pre-cum into the back of my throat, and I did my best to try and swallow around his girth. A hand appeared on my head, petting me affectionately. "That's it," he breathed. "Mmm, you love my cock in your mouth, don't you V?" He asked it like he was genuinely curious, nothing dominating or degrading about it.

That was something I liked about Zach, how I knew he loved me completely. He never talked to me like a piece of meat, even when I was tied up, blindfolded with his dick pumping in and out of my mouth, completely at his mercy. It was always that sweet, nice guy voice I had fantasized about since freshman year high school, with that slight bit of cockiness that made my dick pulse. It was the only voice he needed to have me completely taken over.

"You're so beautiful V."

The grip on my head became firmer, and I knew what was about to happen, but that didn't leave me with enough time to brace myself. Zachary shoved his cock deeper into my mouth hard, and for just a second I was choking on him. My eyes teared up reflexively behind the blindfold, but the fabric dried them as quickly as they appeared. He pulled back just barely, but only to shove forward again. His balls slapped my chin as I gagged around his hot member, hearing him moaning above me. A small sliver of drool slipped down my chin as my throat adjusted, my mouth making wet noises as I nursed greedily on his cock.

When he suddenly pulled it out, my mouth felt empty. I would of whined, but I was too busy catching my breathe. I heard him move away, heard some things being dragged and shuffling, and then suddenly he was in front of me again, placing a hand on my cheek. His lips caught me by surprise, pulling me into a kiss that was somehow both rough and not. His teeth grazed purposefully over my lips, but he didn't bite. I was panting all over again when he pulled back.

"Vincent," he asked quietly, "you love me right?"

I nodded, unable to really speak. "Uh-hu."

"Do you trust me?" he asked.

My heart, somehow, beat a little faster. I tried to see through the blindfold, my mind filling up with images of what he might mean. My erection pulsed harder.

I nodded, and I knew he must have smiled. I jumped a little when I felt his hand on my neck. I was even more surprised when I felt the side of his head brushing up against my chest, right over my heart, listening to it beat. It gave me warm, fluffy feeling. But then he said, "I'm sorry V." Sorry for what? I almost asked until I felt something with a cool tinge press against my chest.

My stomach sank. I thought hard, knowing it couldn't be what I thought it was. The flat side was against me, but then he turned it so that I was feeling the thin edge, and I knew that yes, that's exactly what it was. He dragged it down, not using any force at all so that it just grazed the skin under my fur, leaving a tingling line as it went.

"Z-Zachary?" I asked. My hands tugged on the restraints just a bit, but all it did was remind me I couldn't get away.

"Sorry," he said again, head still on my chest. "I just...love how hard your heart starts to beat."

"Zachary," I pleaded more urgently. My hands tugged down on the restraints, but it didn't accomplish much, and the spreader bar kept my legs from being much use.

He moved, shushing me comfortingly, but it was undermined by the feeling of the sharp edge being pressed against my throat. I let out a choked whimper.

"You trust me don't you?" he asked. I could feel his breathe right in front of me, then his forehead as he pressed it against mine. Of course I did, but the thing was, I had also trusted him not to hold a knife to my throat. Trust wasn't really the issue.

"...I'm...I-" It moved across my neck, making my voice seize up.

"You know I wouldn't really hurt you, don't you?"

Really_hurt me? No, every time Zach had done anything to me, it never really hurt me. I mean, sometimes it would hurt, but...not _really, right?

"Don't you?" he asked again. His voice sounded calm, but there was the tiniest thing in it now. A hint of hesitation, like he wasn't sure what my answer was going to be. But something else though. For the first time his voice, always perfect, always sweet and calm and kind, sounded...different. Something made it feel like it was balancing on an edge, and on the wrong side was something that made me uneasy.

But then his fingers were touching my face, softly running over it, and I knew I must have imagined it. Just like I imagined that the knife had started pressing a little harder against my neck.

"I-I trust you."

He made a satisfied sound. "Don't worry, V. I wouldn't ever hurt you. Just..."

Just. That's what scared me. My breath hitched as he dragged the knife down my chest, hard enough to sting. But not hard enough to bleed right? I tried to pull my body back, but the rope holding my arms up didn't give me much slack. I knew if I moved too suddenly I could cut myself, but the knife was leaving painful, prickly lines all over my flesh. "Just, the way you squirm..." He put a hand on my waist as he teasingly drew lines on my stomach, making it convulse this way and that, caught between trying to hold still and trying to avoid the sharp edge. "The way your muscles twist..." My skin was really starting to hurt, but there was nothing I could do to stop him.

And then his hand went down, and with a gasp I felt him grab my cock. Still hard. My brain got fuzzy. "You like this don't you?" he asked. I didn't really think about it though. My mind was stuck on the feeling of him starting to jerk me off slowly. And the knife moving back up my torso, making my body flinched away from its stinging touch while at the same time my hips bucked into his hand. "You like me playing with your body."

He pushed the knife against my throat again, firmly, making me panic. "Za-" His lips pressed against mine, cutting me off. His tongue penetrated my mouth, exploring every part as I felt the metal edge pressing dangerously against my neck. One wrong move and that could be it for me. I was terrified, and powerless, so I did the only thing I could. I kissed him back. I rubbed my wet tongue on his, trying to find comfort in the warmth of his mouth and the feeling of our faces being so close. The pressure of the knife seemed to relent, so I kept going, daring to tilt my head just a little. Zachary loved me, and I loved him, and as long as I could assure myself of that, I could know he wouldn't seriously hurt me, right? But if he cut me, it would definitely hurt...

He pulled back from the kiss, leaving me gasping and sweating. My hands were balled into fists above me. Under my fur my skin was stinging like a bad sunburn everywhere the knife had been. But the foremost sensation was the feeling of his hand, still toying with my cock. I was still hard.

He kissed my forehead affectionately, and then placed his forehead against mine, running the knife down my chest and over my bellybutton. "You like being mine."

It wasn't a question. "Like" was an overly complicated word, but I knew, in that odd moment of tenderness, that I was definitely his.

It was written all over my collar. I don't even remember when I started thinking of it as mine.Bottom of Form

He kissed my lips briefly again, and I kissed back. Then he positioned the tip of the knife right above my stomach, and pressed forward just a bit. I inhaled, and then whined as he dragged it down, scratching me painfully. "And I love those noises you make. And the way you breathe..."

He moved, shifting his body again in front of me, and then suddenly, "Ooooooohhh" he took my entire pulsing erection into his mouth. In moments I was a moaning, writhing wreck as his warm, wet tongue did things to me that made even the pain on my skin fade away. But I guess Zachary didn't want me to forget it, because he started dragging the knife across my thigh. If there was anywhere you really didn't want to feel a knife. But with Zachary sucking me off, it was hard to tell where the pleasure ended and the fear began. I knew I was supposed to hold still, but I couldn't help myself from bucking my hips forward into his soothing mouth. Occasionally the tip of the knife would poke me too hard, and a little pang of fear would run through me. He wasn't going to be into castration or something like that, right? I almost jumped out of my skin when he grabbed my balls, but it was just to fondle them, and it made me forget whatever I had been thinking.

Like all the other good things about this, it ended too soon. His mouth disappeared, leaving my cock wet and needy. The knife appeared under my chin, and it pushed up, forcing me to tilt my head up until it was as high as it would go. The knife pressed just a bit further, making me tense as I waited for it to prick through my skin, but Zachary just held it there, forcing me to be still. For a while he wasn't saying anything, so I guess he was just looking at me. The parts of me that were free enough were trembling. I was scared, if not of actually getting hurt, then of the possibility of being cut. On my skin I felt a tingling soreness, almost like a warning of what could happen. But also, in the pulsing of my cock, a reminder of what I wanted.

"You're beautiful Vincent," he said finally. He twisted the knife dangerously, making me inhale sharply. He put a hand over my racing heart, and I felt his nose touching mine. "Especially when you're scared..." He removed the knife, instead tracing down my already stinging body. "You look so fragile..."

"Z-Zachary?" My voice shook. I had at least enough sense for his words to freak me out a bit. But quickly he shushed me.

"No V, you're okay. I won't let anything bad happen to you, you know that right?"

I nodded. I didn't even think about it, I just nodded.

"Good boy," he said, petting my cheek.

I heard him get up, move around, and then suddenly he was behind me, brushing my twitching tail aside as his arms wrapped around me and his chest pressed against my back. One hand wrapped around my waist, and the other, the one with the knife, wrapped around under my exposed armpit and across my front, the edge pressing against the raised underside of my upper arm. I felt his breathe in my ear, but more importantly I felt his hot, hard cock sticking me in the back, radiating heat all along it. "I don't think I can hold back anymore V."

I made a needy noise.

He held me a little tighter, and I felt the knife poking painfully against my arm, the feeling mixing with the feeling of his other hand reaching down and giving my shaft a squeeze. He started kissing the back of my shoulder, moving gradually to the back of my neck, making me moan.

"Zach," I breathed. He dragged the knife a bit, making my voice hitch. But there didn't seem to be a part of me that was complaining. It was like my body didn't care so much anymore whether a sensation was painful or pleasurable. All the mattered was that I felt it. He nipped at the nape of my neck, and at the same time dragged the knife down my front, pressing a little harder than before. I definitely felt that. Something between a moan and a groan escaped my lips, but he made it better by giving my dick another squeeze.

I was already close.

He put his forehead against the back of my head as his arms moved around behind me. I felt him slowly trace the knife down my back, making it arch. My tail flicked uselessly against one side of him, constantly hugging around his hip and outer thigh. I yipped when he grabbed it, and I felt the knife creep dangerously close to the base. My tail twitched and thrashed uselessly in his grasp, and for a while he just toyed with it, moving it this way and that as he dragged the knife around it. I whimpered in fear, terrified of the possibility of my tail being cut off. But then he started stroking it, and I tried to reassure myself that Zachary wouldn't do that to me. As if to prove that point, I could feel him start to rub his shaft on the fur, humping into it. Once again any fear I might have been feeling was replaced with need.

He let go and moved his hand down over my ass, giving it a squeeze. "...I want you V," he breathed. I made a noise when he gave it a light smack, and then again when he did the same thing with the flat side of the knife.

I felt the tip of his shaft poking lower down backside, and almost instinctually I pressed back against it. "You want me to?" he asked, voice still polite.

I nodded fervently. "Uh-hu."

He pushed one of my fleshy mounds aside with the knife, the spreader bar already leaving me open enough that he didn't need to do much else. I felt him aligning his tip with my entrance, and tried not to moan too loudly as he started to push himself in. "Mmmm, so hot V."

He pushed himself in by tiny increments, and I groaned in needy frustration at how painfully slow he was going. This whole time I had been afraid of getting stabbed, but now I was all but begging for it. I didn't even know where the knife had gone now, and I didn't care. All I wanted was for Zachary Chester to make me his. I pushed back as much as I could, trying to get more of him inside of me, and I heard him chuckle.

"You want it V?"

"Uh-hu."

"Yeah?" I could almost hear the grin in his voice. He pushed in just a bit more, teasing my insides as they called for him to go further. I let out another needy whimper as I felt his teeth nip lightly behind my shoulder. Then he put his forehead against my neck again as he felt down my back, one side with the palm of his hand, and the other with edge of the knife, the sharpness and the pressure he was using causing me to arch my back. "You're so hot V," he said, as he assumingly watched himself slide another half-inch of his cock into me. The knife pressing into the small of my back added a painful tinge to the overall sensation, more so when I tried to push back into it.

His dick, I mean.

His hands kept going down until he was groping my ass, squeezing it on one side while pressing on it with the flat of the knife on the other. I winced, not from the knife, but from how hard his fingers squeezed.

Then he slid his hands back up to the outsides of my arms, bracing himself on me. "You ready Vincent?" he whispered into my ear.

Oh man I was so ready.

"Yes," I breathed desperately.

But I wasn't.

A sharp, biting, stabbing pain as the edge of the knife broke through the skin on my arm and dragged down. "Aaaahhh!"

My body seized up, everything tensing, even the muscles in my ass, and in that moment Zachary shoved himself the rest of the way in. Pain blossomed in my backside as his cock stretched my clenched up insides, and for just a second I couldn't tell if it was worse than the pain on my arm. He pulled back, then pushed back in roughly, reigniting it, but still the pain on my arm hurt so so bad. I felt his teeth as he bit down on the back of my neck, making me wince, and then he pulled back and pushed in again. And then again and then again and then his fingers were wrapping around and clamping my mouth shut because I was making noises.

"Shhhh, shhh V its okay you're okay. Just breathe through it, come on, that's it." Through my nose though, since his fingers were too solid to breathe through. I don't know if it helped the pain, but my mind at least started to settle down. He pushed in again "Mmf. You're so tight when you're scared V," he grunted. "Don't worry V, You know I won't hurt you right?"

No, Zachary would never really hurt me. But ooowwww my arm was really hurting. Was I, bleeding?

"Just relax and be a good fox," he said. He let go of my mouth and instead snaked his hand down to my groin, and I gasped as I felt him grab my cock, sending tiny feel-good signals through the pain. It had finally started to soften some, but at his touch it started to come back to life. With each horribly and achingly slow pump it got stiffer and stiffer until I was fully hard again. "You like this don't you?"

He pushed in again, a little slower, and pumped my dick while he did, and finally, finally I felt that special feeling that I had been craving this whole time. I moaned out load, forgetting the pain for just a moment as my nerves let the feeling run through them. But then it came back, a stinging burn that spread farther than where I knew the cut ended.

Zachary pushed in again, and I forgot again. "You want this, don't you?"

I nodded, without it meaning anything. But I did want it, didn't I? My arm was on fire. But he started to push in again and I knew, knew I wanted it. His hand went back up to my mouth, covering it even though I wasn't being so loud anymore. "I want youV," he whispered. And that was all the warning I got before he started to slam in again.

I moaned into his palm as he started to really pound into me, each thrust of his hips sending a hot wave of pleasure through me while my arm ached painfully to my side. All I could immediately focus on though was the stretching, warm pressure of Zachary's dick taking me from behind. I was probably just one guilty touch away from an orgasm, but my cock was aching painfully on my front, sticking out into the open air without so much as a finger to satisfy it. It hurt, but that was a good kind of pain, I think.

But oooh the way Zach felt inside of me, wasn't all of it a good? My arm was drowning in a sharp pain, but in a way so was my ass, and they kept getting closer and closer and it was getting harder to tell the difference.

And then another stinging line started going down my torso. The sensation was too much and I cried out weakly into Zach's hand. It wasn't a cutting scratch like before, but my nerves were more awake than I could ever remember them being, and it stung real bad. In front of me my cock pulsed a few more times, and I wasn't so sure it was just because I had clenched around Zachary's cock. But along with that there was a sudden horrible fear.

What if he was going to cut me again?

"Ooh V."

He did it again and again. Whenever I thought my body was finally beginning to relax he'd scratch the knife over my skin and make me tense up all over again. Oh man what if he really was going to cut me again? He stuck one of his fingers in my mouth, pressing it over my tongue as his hips kept slapping against my backside. I started licking at it almost instinctively, making wet noises out of my open mouth. It was mostly just to move. My whole body was just itching to writhe around from all the stimulation. I wanted to slam back into him, push him even deeper inside of me but the spreader bar made my legs useless. My arms kept trying to twist and squirm this way and that, but I was trapped. Was he going to cut me again?

And then I felt Zachary's teeth, biting me on the back of my arm, a little harder than I wanted him to. Not the hurt arm though, the other one. I started crying out, but he took his finger out and covered my mouth again. Right when I thought he was going to draw blood though, he let go, and then started licking soothingly where he had bit.

"You wanna cum V?"

More than I could ever say. I moaned out a muffled yes through his hand, trying to nod my head vigorously.

His teeth sank into my furry flesh again, and he started ramming his cock into me harder. I moaned and whined pitifully into his hand as everything pushed me closer and closer to the edge. I felt the tip of the knife pressing into my chest, right over my heart.

My heart was beating against it like crazy, and I could almost feel it pushing my chest into the sharp point. They were fighting each other, or calling out. I didn't know if my heart was trying to push the knife away or push itself into it.

But then the knife pricked forward, through my skin, and reached for it. My heart stopped, fear gripping me as the most intense sensation I had ever felt in all my 18 years shot through my pulsing dick. I screamed, loudly, into Zachary's palm as my nerves were tipped over the edge, and all the pain, and all the pleasure flooded together into something that was too much of both to be either, and my head swam in the blackness behind the blindfold as my thought gradually faded away and I slipped into unconsciousness, my last thought was that I just got stabbed in the heart.

It's amazing what fear can do for an orgasm.

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"Faggot."

It was George, the Lion, still lacking originality in his insults. I rolled my eyes. He had taken one look at my purple long sleeve and decided that was enough of a reason to torment me today.

"What, are you really too dumb to think of something else to call me?"

It wasn't a smart thing to say. He had been in a particularly bad mood these past few weeks. But despite the fact that he was bigger than me, I wasn't exactly feeling threatened.

"At least I'm not thinking about dicks all the time," he countered, lamely.

"At least I'm graduating."

Oops, that struck a nerve. And to be honest it was probably a low blow, but he was kind of disserving it right now. People were starting to crowd. I knew no one was going to try to stop him, but they weren't going to help him either, so that was fine.

"The fuck did you say to me?"

He came at me, raising an arm to punch. I moved back, and then quickly used my heel to kick his shin. If I were stronger I might have done some actual damage, but as it was I just managed to push his foot back enough to bring him falling to one knee. He reached out, trying to grab me, but I was already gone.

Being fast had its advantages, but I was also smart enough to know that trying to fight him head on was a bad idea. I rounded a corner and pressed myself against the wall, mostly hoping that he'd run past me.

"Uuurrrrgghh!" He didn't get three steps in before he saw me, so I quickly shot passed him back the way we came. He was being way more aggressive than usual. I heard him growl and start running towards me again.

I was sure I was faster, so when someone reached out and grabbed my arm I freaked out and let out a yelp of pain.

"Vincent?"

Oh.

"Zachary?"

There he was, my golden Cheetah boyfriend holding onto my arm. My upper arm. I winced, and when he saw he quickly let go. "Sorry,"

"It-"

George slowed to a stop in front of us, just as my history teacher walked out of a door to the side. "Vincent," he said when he saw me. "Are you alright, I thought I heard someone yell."

"Oh no," I said quickly. "Sorry. Zachary just surprised me."

The aging Deer looked quickly between us, and then to the Lion. "Is everything alright here?" he asked. He was among several teachers who had grown used to finding me in these kinds of situations, so he could probably guess what was going on.

"Yeah sorry," I said. "I'll try not to yell again."

He sighed, realizing that I wasn't going to ask for help. Getting teachers involved just made things messy and uncomfortable. "Alright. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah, see you."

As he walked away I saw Zachary staring at George. The look was neither friendly nor threatening, but the message was clear. It was two against one now, if he wanted to continue. Instead he just growled and walked roughly passed us. He tried to shoulder me, but I moved out of the way easily enough.

"You alright?" Zachary asked.

"Fine," I shrugged, then winced again.

He looked at me for a moment before saying, "Come on."

I followed him as he led us down the hall. Some people stared, mostly girls who were probably thinking how cool it was for Zachary to help me out like that. When he opened the door to a classroom I was confused, but walked in anyway.

There was no one inside, no students and no teacher. It was time for lunch, but that didn't explain why the door was unlocked. I was about to ask when I felt Zachary wrap his arms around me from behind. "Are you sure you're alright?" he asked, breathing into my hair.

"Yeah. You didn't have to do that you know. George isn't..."

"I know," he said. He turned me around to face him. His eyes poured over my arm, gently caressing it with one of his hands. "Does it hurt?" he asked.

The one over my heart had turned out to be really shallow. There was hardly even a scar underneath the fur. Still, it had really hurt.

The one on my arm though, that one had been...deeper.

"A little," I replied meekly. I didn't want to think about the big ugly scab. Or that I knew he wasn't just asking out of concern. I just wanted to focus on his face, and then his lips when he was suddenly kissing me. I felt his finger press into my arm just a bit, making me break the kiss with a whimper and bury my face into his neck, comforting myself in his warmth.

"Vince," he whispered into my ear, "can we do it again?"

My heart beat faster.

I knew it was wrong, even then. I knew that I should have said no, or at least talked with him about it. Zachary was different, I knew that now. But he loved me, and he would never do anything to hurt me. Not really.

And...maybe something else too. Something that kept me hard during that whole experience, something that made the beating in my heart a little more complicated than just fear.

So, I nodded. I didn't really think about it, I just nodded.

But then things got bad.

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So, that happened. XP Too much? Well, that's how the story goes. Uggghh, I know the adult stuff isn't quite so, uh, enjoyable? I'm not good at writing "useful" adult stuff. Too much plot or something. XP I'm kind of excited though, getting closer to this sections climax. Oh jeez was the last update really 8 months ago? Ugh XP Do you guys hate me cause I hate me.

Oh yeah, so I feel like I disappeared for a while, but school's over and I'm back! In fact, I'm gonna try and have something else up in a week! Will I accomplish it? Hell no! But damn it all if I don't try. Maybe I should make a journal later, for the five of you that'll read it. XD

Aaaaaaaanyway leave your comments and whatever else, it'll motivate me to keep going. Hopefully this will be a fruitful summer. (Fruitful? Who says fruitful?)

That being said though...I totally understand if this chapter is met with deafening silence.....It was kind of....yeah.....