I turned my head looking at the next page only, it was ripped in half from top to bottom. A few words stuck out like Chase, pillow, and hate. I sat back remembering the conversation that followed that morning. I woke up and rolled over as my eyes met with blue, making me jump under my covers.

"Marshall? What are you doing in here?" He just stared at me, blank expression covering his face, a white pillow sat on his naked lap. Standing up, he lifted the pillow holding onto the sides of it, exposing his dog-hood. He stood next to my head board and held the pillow over my head. I couldn't move. Was this the end? I could already see the headlines; Anthro pup murdered after denial of sexuall intercource with teammate. Eyes moving from the pillow to his blue eyes, I stared, accepting my death, tears began to when up in his eyes. He dropped the pillow and lept onto the bed, wrapping his arms around my neck, ears against his head, and salty water falling from his eyes soaking my chest.

"It's okay. It's okay." I said rocking him back and forth, wrapping my arms around his torso, rubbing his back sensually. After a few more weeping moments, he rolled over beside me and took a deep breath in. Suddenly feeling very needy, I rolled over sitting on my haunches above him, one leg being on either side of his waist, I began to kiss his muzzle, and rub my hand-pads against his chest.

"Ch-chase. I want to talk about... our relationship." He sat up and leaned against the headboard, his body sliding underneath me so I was sitting above his shins.

"You're my best friend. Good talk!" I replied to his seriousness, sliding forwards so I sat above his upper thighs, my knees sitting on either side of his waist.

"No- Chase." he placed a paw a in front of my muzzle, placing his fingers around the length of it, pointing them towards my face, I began licking his palm. "I mean our personal relationship. Like the one that makes us want to touch each other in special places." He removed his hand off of my face, wiping slobber along the side of his torso, as I answered with a shrug.

"We both enjoy having sex and our natural needs are fulfilled through it. And speaking off." I leaned in, Marshall placing his hands on my chest, stopping my motion. I reached forward with just my head and stuck out my tongue, its tip just brushing his nose.

"Well technically we don't have sex, we mostly just rub eachother until we release." I rolled my eyes, wrapping my hand around his sheath, putting him right where I wanted him, his prick poking out.

"Like this?"

"Chase!" He moaned out, his eyes closing, head going up, mouth making an 'o' shape, ears reclining behind his head. Three days later and he was more sensitive than a cut to the bone. I slid my lower body down his legs, sitting on my hands and knees, my muzzle resting above his hardness. I gave the tip a kiss his hands going from the sides of his body, to the back of my head, my ears resting in between the thumb and index finger his hands. I felt pressure on the back of my head, pushing me closer to him, his eyes burning a hole in my skull. I wiggled myself free and hopped off of him, sting to my feet beside the bed, walking over to my closet. After rummaging through my closet I found the packet holding the long white objects I was looking for, looking over to the bed, counting in my head, I took out 10 of the designated plastic sticks I turned and flashed a grin at Marshall, holding my hand up, his eyes going wide, trying to run to the door. I quickly intercepted him and pushed him back to the bed, laying him down on his back.

"Chase! Please don't." I grinned and pushed his right arm upwards, tying around his wrist one of the zip ties from my closet, then weaving one through the first, and tying it to the spindles that lined my head board. The left arm was next, then the left foot and right foot, one zip tie going around each ankle, and tied it to the footboard. He sat in silence as I did so.

"Chase." He whispered, looking at me through shaken eyes. I sh'd him and laid a lick up his navel, and to his throat.

"Marshie" I whispered into his ear, he gasped.

"Please stop." I shook my head and took the last two zip ties, wrapping it around his muzzle, one at the base and one at the tip, a little bit of his tongue sticking out. He looked up at me with a sad face, but his eyes held excitement and lust. I rubbed my paws down his chest and onto his thighs, rubbing down to his knees on the outside, and up to his crotch on the inside. He quivered and pulled at his bonds.

I leaned down and blew on his member causing it to erect further. Licked the tip of his erection and slid my head all the way down, taking him fully into me.

"MMMNNN!" his member twitched inside of me daring to explode. I licked along the bottom of his dong, pulling my head up, our eyes meeting. I touched the top of my mouth with the tip of my tongue, wrapping my lips around his tip, pushing down so his end pushed hard against the underside of my tongue. He cried out in pain/pleasure as his member was pushed down as it tried to grow in length.

"Kleemp!" I looked up at him, confused at the sound he let out, my head tilting, ears standing at attention, mouth closed.

"Chay! Mrrrr." His torso bust up as he stood on his hands and legs, placing his erection in my face. I smiled seeing his need charge through him

"More?"

"Nnnhmm" I smiled and shook my head ears twitching in excitement, his eyes holding a twinkle of joy.

"You like it?"

"Mrr. Mrr. Mrrrrr!" I smiled, kissing up his muzzle, snuggling and rubbing him everywhere except where he wanted to be. His eyes shut, his face showing desperation but also a hint of knowledge, pulling at his restraints, the plastic edges cut his skin. After more than enough struggling, he managed to free his left hand and pulled the plastic straps off of the end his muzzle, stretching his mouth a few times first before speaking. His ears folded back, eyes wide in fear.

"Ch-chase. Please stop! Ryder's gonna be up soon! We're gonna get caught!"

"I know. The fear almost makes it's more fun." He shook his head.

"Chase please let me go." not extremely sure as to why but his words meant nothing to me, I wanted this so much and refused to let him out of my grasp.

"Aw… you look so cute when you beg."

"Chase I'm not kidding!" his ears flipped forward and his eyes held a look of determination.

"Neither am I." I raised my eyebrows at him.

"Chase-" We suddenly heard footsteps above our head, and the sound of an elevator; fear ripped through me, my ears falling back, eyes going wide. Why didn't I listen to him? I jumped off the bed panicking.

"Chase drage that table over by the bed and then put that, that and that on it." I ran around collecting the item he asked.

"Put the blanket over me and then stand beside the bed holding that in the air." The door opened just as I stood beside the bed holding the object up above his body.

"Chase? Marshall? What are you doing?" His forehead scrunching as his face wore a confused image.

"Were just playing torture chamber!" Marshall said with a smile. Ryder nodded slowly and walked out, even more confused than before. Breathed a sigh of relief, I helped him out of his bonds and into his clothes, sending into his own room to get dressed. He saved me.

I flipped the page and continued reading.

Dear Geheimnis. I don't know whether to be terrified, angry, or happy at Chase. Yes I said no and yes he ignored me and forced me, but then again I did ask for it. I am so lost, too scared to even talk to him, scared of saying something about that night. Why do I feel so guilty? I've walked up behind him, script written out in my mind but just before I can say his name, fear cripples me, he tries to talk but all I do is shake my head. I usually just sit next to him, head leaning on his shoulder, eyes closed as the wind blows on my face, his scent filling my nose, fur against fur. I love him so much. It's been a week and tonight I'm gonna try to start a conversation with my eyes closed, that way I can't see him and get scared of his glowing amber eyes. Out of sight, therefore, out of mind…