Three Arrows
by Chams

      Well, this one is simply gratuitous yiffing, made solely for my benefit, because I was in the mood for something a little less serious. It's M/M, with (sort of heavy?) bondage, lots of sex and a little teasing. Not for under 18's, or anyone who doesn't want to read it. I'm sure some furs will enjoy it though. If you have any comments you can e-mail me. Not that anyone will, but you all have my permission to use anything from this story in other tales or anything else, although I would appreciate it if you informed me first. If anyone wants to request a story, possibly with their character in it, then send me a message to chunx42@hotmail.com, I'm a bit out of ideas at the moment.

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      I enjoyed doing it, there was no more reason than that. We did it... just because we wanted to, for a little excitement. Of course, Jeff and I were immensely thankful for the quaint little club that catered to our interests. Hidden away in our bedroom was a secret picture of us, me, the short, white wolf, and my rusted brown kangaroo partner, standing almost a head taller than myself. What made the picture interesting was the fact that I was bound up naked in about thirty foot of thin white rope. A strange memento.
      Both of us approached the three-story mansion, hidden out between the hills of the countryside, old and Victorian in style, with a few cars parked out on the gravel driveway near the heavy wooden doors that led inside. A gold plaque was out the front, naming the place 'Three Arrows', after a historical battle that had occurred in this region centuries ago. Three figures mingled in the beautifully neat gardens, beneath a tall birch tree, probably relaxing before they began what was sure to be a long night ahead. Wealth was no barrier to entering this place, and neither was species, good looks or sexual preference. No, the only requirement was the ability to be discreet, and to respect the rules:

1. Never without consent.
2. Never to interrupt without permission.
3. To always be polite and respectful in the main hall.
4. Never to mention the mansion to non-members, unless asked directly.

      With our hands held, we wandered inside. The lobby was stunning, white marble floors with a huge staircase that ran up the back of the room to the second floor, adorned by expensive red carpet and a number of fascinating artworks neatly placed on the walls, each of them worth thousands upon thousands of dollars. Sunlight streamed through open windows just above the main doors, giving the place an airy feel to it. What was most interesting about the room, however, was the podium that stood just in front of where the staircase began. We joined the small audience of about a dozen, both furs and humans, and watched the scene before us.
      A fox, about twenty years old with russet red fur, was dressed only in tight black jeans, with a whip held in his left hand. His victim, a small-framed vixen, had her wrists bound close to the floor, and her legs tied down so she was positioned with her behind exposed. A common device, one that I had used before, called a 'lifter', tied the tip of her tail to a collar on her neck. No gag or muzzle. Obviously he wanted her to make quite a bit of noise. With a sharp snap he hit her across the rump, making the vixen yelp, half pained, and half excitedly. The audience watched on, as if they were at a play, with a few of them taking down vodka martinis or other cocktails as they appreciated the spectacle. After a while the female would be exposed to more ruthless attentions, after their activity started to build up for a time. It would become a little too harsh for my tastes, with the fox hitting her much harder the second time, causing another, louder yelp. Quietly, Jeff led me over to one of the attendants, a gray wolf in a neat black tuxedo.
      "Yes, good sirs." The attended said softly, drawing us a little away from the current scene. "Could we please take a room, perhaps number one hundred and three, if it is available?" Jeff asked in a subdued tone. "Very fine choice, I shall escort you there." The attendant replied, hands folded behind his back. We were lead upstairs, past a vixen who made ever louder noises as the fox cracked his whip across her backside again and again. The door was not far away, and the attendant gestured for us to enter, before heading back down to the lobby. We stepped inside. Considerately, each of the rooms were thick walled and impervious to noise, meaning we would not have to keep listening to the scene downstairs. The room itself was familiar to me, set up specifically for the game we liked to play. Antique cupboards lined the walls, each containing devices used for our excitement, and a variety of outfits if we chose to play particular roles. Built in to the floor and walls were a number of polished metal rings, complemented by a king sized bed, designed so that one could be tied down on to it in various fashions. A medieval style rack was placed near the doorway, and an interesting suspension device hung from the roof, though I always refused to use it. The curtains were left open, as nobody would intrude or spy on us here.
      " It's nice to be away from work for a while, they've been giving me a rough week with all of the overtime." I said, looking around the room. " I think they push you too hard, maybe you should tell them you can't be doing it six or seven days a week." " True, but we need the money." " Yeah..." He said, with a resigned voice. " Anyway, we can worry about all of that later." Jeff nodded, and his ears perked up somewhat. In a cute way, his long tail lifted a few inches off the ground, a sure sign he was starting to enjoy himself.
      " One day we should try the downstairs rooms." Jeff suggested to me, wandering over to the costume cupboard and taking a look. " They're a bit dank." I said. " That's the whole point, Reain. I thought you like feeling entrapped." " Yes," I smiled mischievously, " I'll tell you what. Next week, you can choose the room, and I might even agree to go on display out the front, if you agree to let me take the top in a fortnight." " Sounds good to me." He grinned back, rummaging through the outfits. " Any ideas?" I sat down on the bed. As usual, I would take on the submissive position. " Treat me like your pet, master." " Certainly, little wolfy, why don't you put a collar on for me." He said.
      For a top, he was very gentle, but that was the way I liked it. Occasionally, Jeff would take on a harder personality, but only when I asked for it. Right now, I was on the edge of that kind of mood. Not quite there though. I obeyed his words, and headed to the cupboard near the window, opening the drawer nearest to the floor. There I found a cute blue collar that was of a medium thickness, with small metal rivets running along its length. I quickly fastened the thing around my neck. " Very nice." The roo said. His shirt had been taken off, letting me take in the sight of his athletic chest and abdomen. " I don't think you'll need these." Jeff said before he approached me, and pulled my shirt off my body, before slipping my pants and underwear straight down to the floor. " Now sit." " Yes master." I sat down on the hardwood floor. " Wait there." He said, taking on a slightly more commanding tone.
      Jeff headed to another cupboard and collected a couple of items, though I couldn't see what they were. He came back, patted my head a few times, and took my arms in his hands. Leather cuffs were placed around my wrists, not yet attached to anything. He slipped around my body and crouched down, nuzzling my sheath with his nose for a second, then placing similar cuffs around my ankles. A thin, metal linked leash was put on to my collar, the end of it wrapped firmly in Jeff's hand. He got up, and then forced me to do the same with a firm tug of the leash. " And what would you have me do master?" I asked. " Talk a little less, pup." He replied, dragging me over to where the gags and muzzles were kept. He held the bridge of my nose up, and softly slipped a rubber gag inside, one designed specifically for canines that easily held my tongue down. Around my muzzle went two straps of leather, clamping it shut around the gag, before the whole thing was tied around the back of my head, keeping it steadily in place.
      " Having fun?" He asked. I replied with a series of muffled growls, finding this new variety of muzzle very effective. " Oh, I see, and what does that mean?" He teased, pulling me over and placing a small kiss on my nose. " And you're just so cute when you can't talk, isn't that right?" " Mggrfff." The roo circled around my body, taking my wrists behind my back and latching the cuffs together with a small ring of metal. He swept down to my ankles and joined those cuffs together as well, then he moved his nose up along the inside of my thighs and across my behind, nipping the base of my tail once, quite hard, as he stood back up. I made a small, excited yelp as his teeth clamped on to me. Jeff walked over the bed, and began patting the soft covers next to him.
      " Why don't you come over here?" He asked, his voice making it sound more like an order than a question. With quite a bit of difficulty, I hopped across to the bed with bound ankles, my lack of balance nearly making me fall over a couple of times. I swung my self around clumsily and half fell on to the soft mattress, making a soft grunt when my body hit the covers. Jeff responded by placing both his hands on my shoulders and beginning a slow massage, kneading his fingers into muscle that had become increasingly tense over the past few weeks. I sighed, lowered my head down, and took a relaxed enjoyment out of the skill with which he worked his hands. He continued the actions for a while longer, taking away the strain in my upper back.
      The roo then unlinked the cuffs on my wrists, and guided me downward. Each cuff was placed on to a metal rivet in the floor through a very short set of chains, and secured in place, leaving my hands sitting about a metre apart. He made a similar action with my ankles, placing those cuffs in two rivets behind me, holding my legs well apart. Uselessly, I struggled against the bonds, quite gladly finding myself completely at the mercy of my partner. Of course, he wasn't finished with the bondage yet. A 'lifter' was fastened around the tip of my tail, then attached to my collar, leaving me feeling extremely exposed, my behind in the same position as the vixen earlier. I wondered if that was where Jeff had gotten his inspiration. Finally, a leather belt was strapped around my waist, and was joined to my ankles and wrists through a long length of black rope. This position, strung kneeling on knees and elbows to the floor, was a familiar one, and my partner knew it was one of my favorites.
      " A whipping is in order, I'd say." He commented, walking slowly toward my head and crouching down, whispering straight into my canine ear. " If it's too hard, growl three times." I nodded. A small sense of alarm hit my mind, feeling apprehensive at the thought of such a punishment. He hadn't done this before, always being gentle to the point of annoyance. Yet... I was curious to see how it would be. And anyway, I could always stop if I so desired. A whip, more like a riding crop than anything else, was held mischievously on the tip of my nose, letting me get a good hard look at it. Swiftly, he fetched up the crop and turned behind me. I shuffled uncomfortably, only able to move a couple of inches. A loud crack and a shot of pain hit my ears and mind almost at the same instant, as well as a new feeling of excitement, a certain... exhilaration in the sting.
      " More, pup?" He enquired. I hesitated and gave a reluctant nod. Crack, once again the harsh leather stung into the tender flesh of my cheeks, at an angle across the middle, going directly over the last one, in a throbbing 'x' shape. I wanted him to do it again. " A few more." He said, talking to himself. Three loud snaps in quick succession, and three pained grunts came from my gagged mouth, as I felt the stinging begin to flare up strongly over my rump. A small pause. Five more strikes, each one harder than the last, flung into me, making me finally let out a muffled yelp. Now, my whole behind was stuck feeling the uncompromising attention of his whip, lines of stinging ache crossing over each other.
      " That will do, for now. Did you like it?" " Grrf, rrf." I replied, making noises to the effect of 'yes'. " I've been told that others take it much harder, and for much longer. I'll have to train you up some." I dreaded the thought. His claws ran over the length of my spine, soothingly, and the roo collected yet another item from the wardrobe. A shock surged through me as a middling sized toy was placed firmly into my entrance, sliding further and further into my tailhole, until it sat deeply in there, with me unable to dislodge the thing. Luckily it was lubricated, or else it would have been rough indeed. I moved my legs from side to side, trying to get used to the feeling of my tailhole now being forced open, filled, and trapped until Jeff decided otherwise.
      " You know, that's a canine one, I thought you might like to share some of what I experience, not that I don't appreciate having you in me." He commented, a grinning smile visible high above my eyes. " Always wanted to do that." My sheath stirred from the sensations all over my ruthlessly treated backside and entrance. He noticed. The roo tucked himself under my chest and eagerly moved his head down to my groin, nipping the tip of my rapidly extending member. My eyes closed, and I instinctively began a pant through the gag, trying to take in all the feelings being given to my body. A long, firm lick swept over the length of my shaft. My cock was engulfed by his mouth, surrounded by the touch of his tongue and the warm feel of his breath all along it. The ropes around my waist made it impossible to buck much into him, leaving the control almost completely in his muzzle. A slow motion began, the caresses of his muzzle heading back out to the tip of my cock, then deep in again. His hands dug into my thighs, claws pinching the skin. Frustratingly, he changed the working of his muzzle constantly, bringing me close to a climax, before stopping almost entirely, then working me up again. The long claws on his toes touched my bound wrists, while his hands pressed further into the flesh of my thighs. The speed of his muzzle increased, wrapping around my cock, bringing me further and further along. Just as I was about to let go, he slowed again, making a deep chuckle. Thankfully, he sped up once again, and a wave of ecstasy ran throughout me. My seed shot out into his mouth, while an electric feeling of pleasure dominated all of my thoughts. Then, as always, the feeling died down, leaving me immensely satisfied.
      " I think you owe me a favour pet." Jeff intoned, crawling back out from beneath me, and finally undoing the gag, dropping it to the floor. Before I had much of a chance to speak, I found the length of his cock stuffed into my muzzle. Not really having much choice, I suckled on it, trying to use my tongue as skillfully as he had. Unlike Jeff, I restrained myself from teasing, knowing there might be a 'punishment' for doing so. He wasn't far from his peak. Bursts of roo seed ran down my muzzle, straight into my throat, a taste that I had gotten used to over the years. It was a while before I was untied, and the toy removed from my tailhole. Once that had happened, we finished playing our roles of master and pet, at least for a few hours. I got dressed, and rubbed my sore behind.
      " Was I a bit rough?" He asked, slipping his shirt back over his head. " No, no, I enjoyed it very much. But I'll have to get revenge on you when it's my turn." Jeff chuckled. " I'm sure you will." " Anyway, I feel a lot better now, I really needed to have a little play time alone with you." I said. " I still think you need to take it easier at work." He chided, with arms folded. " Yeah..." I conceded. " Come on, we'll head back down." Jeff replied, patting the fur on my head. Having finished our intimacy, both of us returned to the lobby, finding that the act between the fox and vixen had already finished. A nice looking male human and his female otter master were approaching the stage, ready to put themselves on display. A larger crowd had gathered, about twenty in total, all standing around the podium. Almost always, this place became much busier at night, and in a few hours it wouldn't be surprising if fifty or more were mingling in the cavernous lobby, with many more hidden in the various dungeons and bedrooms throughout the mansion. Right now, I was in the mood for a little socalising, and I dragged Jeff over to talk to some friends we had met when we first came to this place.
      Later, when the clock was well past ten, we would return to room number one hundred and three, where I would be shown some of what Jeff had recently taught himself about ropes and knots. After that we would return to our cozy apartment near the inner city and I would finally be able to put in a good nights sleep. I was reminded of the picture hidden away in our bedroom, the only evidence we had of the mansion in the countryside. It was my escape from the world, only possible with Jeff, and I was eternally thankful for it.