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There was a time when I didn't think of myself as very sexy. I was born a rather scrawny coyote, with more grey brown fur then beautiful auburn like some of my siblings. I had always worked hard at the gym, lifting weights, running on the track, stuff like that, to get into good shape. It had never really worked quite to my liking though. I wasn't fat by any stretch of the imagination, but I could never quite put on muscle. Later when I ended up having sex with people on a fairly regular basis, I had always figured it was my winning personality, or just desperation on the part of others. Even if they said I was sexy out loud I just brushed it off as a nice thing they were saying, because I just didn't feel it.

But that changed on one particular Valentine's day.

"You want me to what?" I asked over the phone.

I had woken up that Valentines morning without anyone in the world to comfort me, and I was honestly regretting it. I could still taste the fireball-whisky drenched mouth of the twinky bunny I had met at the party the night before as I got out of bed and started making breakfast.

I was just finishing my anti-hang over greasy eggs and bacon when the phone rang and when I answered, I could hear the twinky bunny too.

"I know, it's weird, isn't it?" the bunny replied, worry in his voice. "But it would mean a lot to my boy friend if you could do this, Devon."

I rubbed my temples as I fended off my hangover, trying to remember the party last night.

"The ram, right? Little shorter then me, muscle-heavy, that guy?" The ram in question had apparently been totally fine with his sexy little boyfriend making out with random strangers at parties. Hell, he had even seemed to enjoy it, and far be it from me to deny someone's enjoyment. I still wasn't sure what the bunny wanted from me though.

"Yeah, that's him," the bunny confirmed, "His name's Constantine, and I wanted to do something special for Valentine's day for him."

"Look, I don't even remember you name, and I honestly am having a hard time even understanding what you want me to do."

I heard the cutest little giggle over the phone. Damn if that bunny wasn't the sweetest little thing with a cotton ball tail.

"You were pretty drunk, weren't you?" he said. "My name is Bobby, and I want you to be his present."

~***~

It took some convincing on Bobby the bunny's part (who is mean enough to name their kid Bobby when they're a rabbit?), and the offer of coffee more expensive then I couldn't afford generally, but eventually I ended up at his apartment.

Bobby's place was honestly much nicer then mine, I lived in a basement downtown, but this kid lived in a nicer area, and he probably had a view. It took seven flights of stairs (I never took elevators on the principle that ever little bit of exercise helped) to get to his place. I knocked and was immediately answered.

"You're here!" Bobby said as he threw open the door. He immediately gave me a flying tackle of a hug, and honestly if I hadn't been a good ten inches taller and more muscled then him, I would have hit the ground. As it was I stumbled backwards and couldn't help but be a little surprised at the warm welcome.

"Do you greet all your guests this way?" I asked, awkwardly returning the hug I hadn't expected. Bobby giggled and untangled himself before answering.

"Only the attractive ones; come on in."

The place was, as expected, nicer then mine. It wasn't all that big, mostly a living room that didn't fit much more then a couch, coffee table and TV, and a kitchen that had only a countertop and stools for seating, but all the furniture matched, the walls were painted and he had actual windows that let in actual sunlight. It was the Presidential Suite compared to my place. Bobby gestured to the previously mentioned couch, and quickly brought over the previously promised coffee as I sat. I didn't say anything for a long moment as I sampled the strong, earthy brew.

Bobby waited patiently until I started talking.

"Ok," I said finally, "first of all, just to be sure, you want me to...?"

"...Be my boyfriends Valentines Day Present," he answered.

"Right, Constantine's present," I re-stated. "Before we even get into what the hell that means, why me?"

Bobby giggled a little bit before answering. "Well, he thinks you're hot."

I raised a single questioning eyebrow. That seemed a little off. "Now, I was pretty drunk, but I remember dancing with you, not him."

"Oh, that's just how he works," Bobby replied as he sipped his coffee daintily. "He might look like a big tough, scrappy type like yourself, but he's really a shy little lamb, really. A lot of times we pick out the guy at a part we think is hot and I end up dancing with him while he watches."

I couldn't help but half laugh at that. I felt flattered being compared to Constantine. The guy was only about 5' 10" or so, but he was built like a tank. The guy had muscles on top of his muscles, and some of those had muscles too. I distinctly remember seeing his upper body strain from underneath a wife beater like the white fabric wasn't nearly enough to contain all that masculinity. I mean, I was in shape sure, but I was a lean, tall-ish kind of in shape. Like, you could tell where my pecks and abs were, sure, but you couldn't sharpen rocks into spearheads on them like Constantine could.

"Well, ok," I conceded, "I guess that makes some sort of sense." I took a moment to consider how insanely stable these two's relationship must be to allow that kind of activity. "Then I guess, what is it that you want me to DO to be his present?" I had some kind of an idea as to where this was going, but the blush that Bobby got when I asked pretty much answered the question anyway.

"Uh..." he said hesitantly, "just to be blunt about it, think human dildo."

I couldn't help but split a wide smirk.

"This might be the most polite, direct solicitation for sex I've ever had." I said, and enjoyed watching Bobby squirm a little bit.

"It's SO weird, isn't it?" he said uncomfortably. "But it's something I've wanted to do for Constantine for a long time now, and I was just thinking about how you said you wouldn't mind threesomes at the party and..."

As he trailed off I grimaced a little bit. I must have been drunk. That what I got for mixing Jell-O shots, tequila strawberries and whisky.

"God damn," I said. "I hope I didn't say too much else like that."

It was Bobby's turn to grin at my embarrassment. "Devon," he said coyly, "you did also say something about bondage..."

I felt my heart jump into my throat, and my crotch began to get that familiar itch in it that I knew too well. I looked at a picture on the living room wall of Bobby and Constantine, their happy faces. I knew right then that I Bobby didn't even have to explain anything, 'cus I was about to say yes.

~***~

About twenty minutes later I was handcuffed to the frame of the bed, hands up in the air attached to the bed frame, legs cuffed to the sides, connected together under the bed by chains. I was wearing pretty much nothing at all except a leather harness on my chest, with a central metal ring to boot. Bobby had left to find a 'finishing touch' as he had put it, and I was left to admire the room.

Bobby's bedroom was just as nice and simple as the rest of his place, which is to say hell of a better mine. His bed had an actual metal bedframe, a small TV in here on a dresser that was the same color as his night stand. His covers felt nice and silky smooth under my bare ass, and the colors matched. If I hadn't been chained to the bed already, I would have be a little self conscious of getting the place dirty. What struck me especially however, was the picture frame of him and his boyfriend.

Bobby and Constantine looked perfect together in it. Both of them had black fur patterns with white patches, they both seemed to cling to each other like there wasn't anywhere else in the world they wanted to be, and most importantly, they both had purely genuine smiles. I was jealous of those smiles. Hell, my family pictures when I was a kid didn't have those kind of genuine smiles in them. Bobby and Constantine had them in spades though.

As I was thinking about that, Bobby came back in his room. He was dressed differently now, instead of a casual t-shirt and sweats like he was wearing before, he had on a fishnet shirt that showed off his lithe chest, form fitting leather pants that accented his curvy hips, and you could just see the thin strip of cloth that was his thong peeking over the lip of his pants.

"So," he said cheerfully, "Constantine had to run back to his place and then to the office this morning, but he'll be here any minute. I just need to put these on you, and you're ready."

I was so taken aback by the 'office' part of that sentence, I didn't notice what the bunny had in his hands. I mean, Constantine looked about my age, and I barely had a job at a café in town. With a bod like he had and a respectable office job, no wonder Constantine had such an attractive twink of a boyfriend like Bobby. It wasn't until Bobby reached over the bed and fitted a loose ball gag around my neck like a necklace that I realized he had a few more things to put on me to make me ready.

"What...?"

"Oh, don't worry," Bobby assured me, "I won't tighten it up until Constantine knocks, ok?"

I realized that he was waiting for a response. We had talked about this, he wasn't going to put anything on me that I wasn't comfortable with. It took me all of a second to decide.

"Yeah, that's cool," I responded. To be honest, I'd always wanted to do bondage, but I'd never really had someone willing to do it with me. I wasn't about to back down now. Besides, ball gags were HOT.

Bobby bit his lip and I looked at the last two objects in his hands. One was a piece of ribbon, which I was pretty baffled by, and the last was...

"A cock ring?" I asked. That's what it looked like to me at least. He had a rubber ring that didn't look big enough to fit around my pointer finger, let alone my cock.

"Well, we can't very well have you going soft during this, can we?" he teased. I immediately realized he was right. Just between getting tied up (a huge turn on for me) and him getting the last three bits, I had already gotten a little soft. Bobby staring at it got it pretty much back as far up as it would go though.

"Yeah, m-makes sense," I responded. "Do it."

That was when Bobby got the most wicked smile I'd ever seen on a rabbit.

"just 'do it,' hmmm?" he asked suggestively. His hand reached out to my chest and started to drag slowly down my body. That's when I started to really struggle against the restraints and found what was so arousing about them: they didn't let you move. While you might think, 'well duh,' just knowing it isn't enough. Suddenly, I wasn't in control of myself, and FEELING it meant so much more then knowing it. Suddenly, the sensation of Bobby's hand through my fur was so much more erotic then it normally would have. Because I couldn't do a thing about it.

I wouldn't have traded it for the world.

Bobby's electric touch moved closer and closer to my sensitive cock, making my muscles twitch and my breath quicken, before finally reaching the base.

"I'm thinking you might need a little something to make this cock ring go on smoother, don't you think?" He asked mischievously.

"I r-r-really don't kn-now if..." I started, but was cut off by Bobby swiftly dropping his head, enveloping my cock in his mouth. Normally, blow jobs didn't get me to react all that much, but this was the exception. It might have been the handcuffs, or maybe Bobby was a world class blowjob...er. Regardless, I couldn't help but moan deeply as he made my cock feel like it was being bathed in pure sensation. My hips started bucking by their own volition when Bobby pulled off. Before I could really protest, he expertly stretched and placed the rubbery green cock ring at the base of my crotch.

The pressure was enormous, and more stimulating then I would have thought. I wasn't really aware of what was going on for a few seconds, and when I did finally notice, Bobby was standing next to me with an amused look on his face.

"Well, that's ONE way to react to bondage," he mused out loud. I smiled giddily.

"This... is a hell... of a gift," I managed to say between gasps.

It was that moment when we both heard someone fumble with the lock at the front door.

The hinges on the door creaked and a deep, polite sounding voice said "I'm here! What's going on?" By then the ball gag was already in my mouth, with Bobby's hands tightening it behind my head.

"Stop where you are! You're present's not ready yet!" Bobby called. He finished tightening the ball gag, and then reached for my painfully erect cock. With a few, seemingly practiced motions, he tied the silk ribbon he'd been holding the whole time in a perfect bow around my throbbing dick, tying the whole present in a bow, as it were.

God DAMN, this bunny was kinky.

Bobby skipped out of the room, kinky outfit and all. For the next few seconds, all I heard was them talking.

"So, what's this gift, Bobby boy?" I heard Constantine say in a low, sexy tone. "I'm pretty sure I've seen you wear all of that before."

Bobby giggled before answering. "Oh, it's something MUCH better then clothes, lamb," he teased. I suddenly had a hard time remembering the Constantine could probably bench press me. With the nickname lamb, all I could mentally picture was that hand puppet Lambie that had a tv show forever ago. I could hear the two fur's in the front room making out as I mentally sniggered at the image of Bobby molesting a childhood icon.

Suddenly the door opened and I was reminded as to how much Constantine was NOT like Lambie. He stood in the doorway, taking up most of the space. He was wearing a power suit that was already half way off. His jacket fell of his shoulders as he took a few ginger steps into the room, his belt was already undone and his shirt was nearly un buttoned. Bobby was hanging around his neck like some sort of sexy jewelry, his pants already unbuttoned as well.

They were no longer making out, instead Constantine was staring at me intently, like he had a terminal disease and I was the cure he had been looking for. Bobby was all eyes for his Ram lover, mostly to gauge his reaction. Evidently, he couldn't wait to figure it out any more.

"How do you like your 'present'?" he asked, emphasizing the last word of the question. Constantine, like the adorable hunk I was learning he was, was dumbstruck.

"I... how.... did he...?" he tried to form words.

"I didn't kidnap him, you dirty boy!" Bobby teased, seemingly able to translate his boyfriend's babble. Constantine simply nodded as he walked forward.

I could almost feel his gaze on me, and it was electric. I felt my hips buck forward slightly at him looking so intensely. It was like just his attention was enough to get me off, if he would just look at the right places. Just the anticipation as he got closer and closer felt like the whole agreement was worth it.

Bobby wasn't idle as his Ram made his slow way over to the bed, and by the time he stood next to me, Constantine was already reduced down to his boxers. Just as the two of them were nearly to the bed, Bobby effortlessly turned Constantine toward him and pulled the Ram into a deep kiss. Without any words, the larger fur melted into the kiss and paws began to roam. I sat there, unable to so much as touch myself as I witnessed the muscled Ram and twinky bunny groped and rubbed and generally sexed each other up.

As paws roamed, I saw Constantine loose his boxers and Bobby lose his pants. I could tell from Bobby's boxers that he was only about average, but it was his ass that was amazing anyways, accented by a skimpy thong that wouldn't have looked better on a model. Constantine was the really impressive one though, his inflated muscles held true for his member, it was longer and thicker then anything short of a horse. It was at least a good ten inches and thicker then Bobby's wrist, almost dwarfing my own member at what I had always thought was a respectable eight inches or so. Constantine's member was already hard, and as Bobby teased it, I felt mine leak in sympathy pleasure.

I was starting to feel more frustrated than turned on when Bobby, ever the leading member, expertly spun Constantine around and onto the bed, plopping the Ram right between my legs while managing to stay on top of him. The sudden stimulation of Ram muscle and fur was enough to get me to see stars. I swear to God, I could have counted his individual hairs on his back that were touching my cock, the way they were stimulating me.

I moaned like I was already mid fuck, but had the presence of mind to not buck more then once or twice. My moan seemed to set off a moan from Constantine, which set off Bobby. It was almost too erotic at this point, with two sexy males making out on top of me. I could feel each moan, and every time Bobby's hands wandered lower on Constantine's back he would tug on my meat, slowly untying the bow on my dick and eliciting an extra long groan from me. It was only a minute or so by the time the ribbon fell off, and I heard the pop of a bottle being opened. Without me realizing it, Bobby had reached into the nightstand by his bed and had pulled out the lube.

"Mmmm lamb, you ready to try out your Valentine's day gift?" Bobby whispered into Constantine's ear. Some sort of affirmative must have been given between them, because the ram turned around to face me, got on his hands and knees, and presented to Bobby.

The bunny poured lube onto his fingers and started to work the viscous liquid into Constantine's rump, but from where I was, I couldn't see much. I was to focused on his head. The ram was eye level with my chest, seemingly studying each and every hair on my body as his gaze slowly moved lower and lower. Soon, his nose was inches from the tip of my cock, his warm breath sending tingles down my spine. I felt my dick jump, and Constantine looked up at me from his position. He may have been near on 200 pounds of raw muscle, but damn if he didn't have the subbiest eyes I'd ever seen. I don't know if you've ever tried to assert dominance with a ball gag in your mouth, but I damn well gave him the best sex-smirk I could give. It clearly said 'suck my dick,' even through bondage cuffs.

The hunky ram obliged.

His mouth slowly, lovingly even, descended over the head of my cock. Like his bunny boyfriend, Constantine loved to tease, and even with his mouth around my manhood, I could feel him giving the least amount of contact possible, just letting his lips brush up against my glands, his tongue just teasing the tip. He went lower and lower, just barely touching, until all of a sudden, his lips clamped down as he put on the most amazing suction I'd felt in a long time. It was like Constantine's mouth was a vacuum, and someone had just flipped the switch. I felt my eyes roll back in my head and my hips jerk forward. He took it like a champ of course, something told me he had LOTS of practice, not a gag was heard. He started bobbing, and as his mouth worked over my maleness with every once of skill he had, I could feel his hands move onto my thighs, gripping hard every once in a while in time with what I assumed was the assault on his fuck hole.

It was only several long moments later that Constantine left my meat, and a disappointed whine noise left my gagged mouth. Then the large Ram was pushed up against me, his ass about level with the bottom of my rib cage, his now thoroughly lubed ass poised up against the tip of my manhood. I couldn't see much from my position behind Constantine's back, but I could see a pair of bunny arms wrapped around his neck, and bunny ears poised above his head.

"Are you ready?" I heard Bobby whisper. There was a visible shudder throughout Constantine's body. I felt Bobby's hand suddenly grab the base of my cock, saw Constantine nod his head, and I only had a moment to brace to realize what was about to happen.

Constantine sat down on my throbbing, teased member... HARD.

The almost instant penetration was amazing, a sudden rush of warmth and tightness that blotted out every other sensation. Suddenly, all that existed in the world was the length of my throbbing member. He didn't move, his insides were twitching enough to make up for it, as he no doubt had to take a minute to adjust to the sudden invasion of his most private place. I could hear Bobby crooning and muttering comforts that I didn't quite have the presence of mind to understand. Constantine only vocalized sharply the one time, and was now breathing heavily.

As I became aware of the world beyond the wonderfully tight, twitching hole my bone was buried in, I noticed I could see around Constantine's curved horns and Bobby's rabbit ears, where I could see the bunny wasn't being idle. He still had one arm wrapped around his ram's neck, and he was still planting kisses all over Constantine's neck, but his other hand was already several fingers deep in his own ass and slick with lube to boot.

"You doing so good baby," Bobby cooed, gently nuzzling the ram's cheek. The bunny moved his arm, and started to gently guide Constantine upward. The slow movement up my member was a whole new kind of stimulating, and I vocalized my appreciation. The instinct to grab the ram's hips and start humping had me pulling at the restraints and lifting my hips to try and start slow humping his well-muscled ass.

Bobby's body lifted and clung to Constantine's as the ram got his knees under him before coming back down flush against my hips. I kept grinding into his pert cheeks, unable to lift his muscly bulk with only my hips and no leverage, as Bobby was lifted effortlessly by Constantine's strong arms, still mouth to mouth. Bobby gasped suddenly, and from my position over Constantine's shoulder and under his horns, I could see the unmistakable face of a fur whose anus was just at the edge of being penetrated.

Then the real fucking began.

Bobby and Constantine were obviously long time lovers, the way they started off. There was no testing or hesitation, but no leading or overbearingness that spoke of inexperience. The two of them slowly, effortlessly, began to rock into each other. They didn't have sex, they made love, and I could feel it. As Constantine delved deeper into Bobby's ass, I felt him lift off my own cock. As Bobby moaned, I felt the vibrations through his lover's body. As they moved in tandem, I felt the world recede and nothing else mattered but the two men making time atop my favorite limb. It was almost a privilege to just watch them go to town, let alone be part of the process, and I did what I could. I had limited space, but I bucked my hips into Constantine's where I could, trying to match their pace.

They started picking up pace in no time, and I started to feel the heavy jolt of Constantine bottoming out in Bobby's ass. The slap of furry flesh on flesh rang out again and again, getting faster and faster. I started to feel an orgasm building in my balls, the churning sensation of cum getting ready to spurt. Suddenly, I was glad for the cock ring, because I was going to have to hold out for the climax. A good human dildo didn't get off before the guys using it.

"Oh... My... God..." Bobby muttered breathlessly between thrusts. He started making wordless sounds with every pounding, first low and then higher and higher as he got closer and closer. I heard Constantine grunt with each thrust and gasp with each counter thrust back onto my cock, and my own low moan ley beneath it all. The sounds of our lovemaking kept getting higher and louder and more desperate as I felt my own orgasm approaching.

I felt Constantine's ass continually milk my member as I tried to hold back my own climax. Bobby's exclamations were now high pitch whines, and Constantine's mewl like grunts were getting closer and closer. We all were standing at the edge of the precipice, just waiting for someone to jump, and it seemed like it would never stop. An eternity of sweat and sex and fucking.

Not surprisingly, Constantine broke first. With a final bleating grunt, he pulled Bobby down on his own member at the same time he sat down on mine, hilting both cocks in one go. The sudden extra tightness, the twitching, squeezing confines of a well muscled ass, send me over the edge. With one last desperate hump and a gagged moan, I felt my own orgasm wash over me as my balls began emptying themselves into the warm, welcoming hole. Only a moment later, I heard Bobby cry out, and a spurt of white cum managed to clear Constantine's head to land right on my ball gagged muzzle. My orgasm slowly subsided as we all sat there, connected together and shivering with pleasure.

It could have been a minute or an eternity later when the bunny and the ram began to move again. I felt Constantine shift a little before hearing the soft, whet plop of his cock exiting Bobby's ass, and soon he lifted himself off of my own cock producing a similar sound. The two of them barely even moved before they fell together in a loving, gentle kiss that quickly devolved into a warm looking cuddle, all in-between my still spread legs.

I, on the other hand, was far less comfortable. Now that my balls were spent, I started to notice the low throb of my cock trying to go soft, but being prevented by the cock ring. My wrists and ankles were sore from the cuffs, and the leather harness itched. I was discovering the downside to bondage.

Just as I thought I was going to have to stay chained up for the happy couple's entire cuddle session, Bobby came to the rescue again. Even mid kiss and cuddle, he produced a key out of seemingly nowhere and began to unlock the cuffs on my ankles. He only partially separated himself from Constantine for a moment to undo my right-handed cuff, and then handed me the key before going back to his lover without a word. In a moment I was free and at a total loss as to what to do. Was it standard protocol to snuggle with the happy couple? Get the hell out of dodge? Offer them snacks? I was mostly in the dark on this one; I'd never had a threesome before, let alone with two guys in a relationship with each other.

After a moment of consideration, I decided to very carefully untangle myself from the other two and get a shower. I managed to get out of the room without any trouble, and made it to the bathroom. In no time I was lathering my fur with Bobby's girly, flowery soap and enjoying the hot water of a quality apartment. It was always the shower that I did most of my reflection, and this time was no different.

Bobby and Constantine were really, really attractive. I mean, even from an objective, I-haven't-fucked-them point of view, they were damn fine looking people. And they were in love. They didn't need a third person to fill any of their needs, I was sure, and yet here I was. I rinsed off the soap, grabbed a towel, and began to dry off in front of the bathroom mirror. I saw my own muscles framed perfectly with wet fur. I looked at my abs and my pecks and my biceps, how each piece flexed and stretched in unison. I looked at my face, the way my jaw line was well defined and strong looking, the way my cheekbones jutted prominently from my face, the way my head fur was cut and styled, even when wet. For the first time, I really got a glimpse of what I looked like to other people.

"Well," I admitted aloud, "I guess I'm not THAT bad looking."

I wrapped the towel around my waist and headed to the living room to lounge on the couch for a while. It seemed rude to leave before I got to say goodbye to them, thank them for the experience. It would take me years to realize it, but that day was the day I started to turn my self esteem around. That day I started thinking of myself as sexy, and it would be something I would treasure far more then the sex, as amazing as it was. But I didn't know all that then. Right then, I was just going to laze about on the couch and have a little piece and quiet.

Until they came out and asked for a few more rounds of course, but that's another story.