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"I know you were looking at my ass, old man."

"Who are you calling old? I'm only forty."

"Old enough to be my dad."

"Well if I was, I'd teach you some manners. I'd spank the hell outta you."

"All talk and no play," Lance winked at the fellow Doberman, "You ain't denied it though."

"Denied what?" An older, gruffer looking Doberman stood naked before the young male, arms folded across a muscled chest, a disapproving scowl set into the dog's face.

"Looking at my ass. Surprised you didn't keel over from poppin' a boner."

"I know how to control my 'urges'." A sly smile crept across the old dog's lips, "Unlike you..."

"What's that supposed to mean?!" Lance's swagger faltered, if only for a moment, as he sparred with the bigger canine. It was just them alone in the changing rooms, far too late for anyone else to drop by unannounced. Their match was just between them.

"Please," the Doberman snorted, "You were practically throwing yourself at me. All the mats you could have picked, and you do squats right in front of mine."

"Don't flatter yourself!"

"You're not denying it..." the Doberman had a smirk plastered on his face, a smarmy grin that reeked of confidence. Lance was impressed. Few could really hold up to his rapier tongue. Usually they would either yield, flee, or boil over and ruin the flirting. But this canine seemed to be an even match. He conceded to the draw,

"Fair play, old timer," he thrust a paw in the dog's direction, "I'm Lance. Lance O'Rourke."

The older male hesitated for a moment, eyeing up the younger dog's paw, before finally he grabbed a firm hold of it, shaking with intent,

"Jared Jackson." Lance's eyes went wide,

"Wait, you mean, Jared 'Jackhammer' Jackson?" His mind was reeling, "The Jared 'Jackhammer' Jackson?"

"The one and only." Jared's grin broadened, turning into a beam of gleeful satisfaction. Lance was stunned. He was a big fan of the Jackhammer, a legendary porn star who'd been in the business for decades and consistently outperformed any new recruits. A veteran of the industry, renowned for his brutal style of fucking in which he'd use that cock of his, and knot, to pulverise his bottoms into utter submission, pretty much fucking their brains out like a very literal jackhammer drill. Lance was shocked, even ashamed, to say he hadn't recognised the Doberman. Perhaps it was the mundane setting he didn't expect the dog to be in, maybe it was the sheer unlikelihood of the moment, but as he looked now, the dog's face was all too familiar from all the videos he'd seen and all the movies he'd bought, and upon one bicep was the dog's signature tattoo of the rainbow flag. Jared's body was as chiselled as he was in the films, his coat trim and short, not an ounce of fat on him, and he squared up rather well to Lance himself. He seemed shorter though in person, he noted oddly, but that was nothing. He was meeting a hero of his! A god amongst men! They'd even flirted! It was Christmas come early.

"Fuck, man, I'm sorry then for all that, I had no idea!" He laughed nervously, trying to expel the surprise with breathy chuckles, "Had I known, I don't think I would've been so... lewd, if you know what I mean."

"Don't sweat it," Jared waved a paw, lightening the Doberman's nerves a little, "Besides, you're right. I was staring. And you were teasing. So how we gonna settle this?"

"Wait, what?"

"You heard," the older male grinned, "I'm all worked up now after a hot show of some young blood's goods shoved in my face. I want me a piece of that ass."

"I don't bottom..."

"You sure could've fooled me."

"Maybe I wanted _your_ass, old man," Lance retorted as they began sparring again, but Jared, it seemed, had other intentions.

"Alright."

The curt, amiable note cut short the joust. Jared stood there, pleasant smile glimmering away, whilst Lance stood opposite as he tried to process what happened. Had a veteran porn star really just given him the all clear to fuck him?

"Seriously?"

"Sure. Life is short, you are hot. Fuck me and we'll go from there." Jared turned around, planted his paws against the wall as he bent over, the nub where his tail ought to have been had it not been docked wiggling with the excitement. Legs were spread to reveal the crack of his tan ass, creamier fur descending between the buttocks to hide away the very prize Lance sought, "Unless you're gonna get stage fright that is. Prove to me you can keep up with an 'old man' like myself. I ain't been fucked in weeks."

It was just too tempting an offer. It was like a dream come true, right before Lance's very eyes. With an almost revered falter to his step, he walked up to the Doberman's behind and graced a paw on the dog's hip, feeling the tight muscle beneath the fur thread and flex in minute twitches. The flesh was warm, brimming with power, full bodied and raring to go, Lance couldn't believe he was actually in physical contact with a man he had fawned over during all his teenage years and masturbatory episodes. He swallowed down a lump of anxiousness, keen to not muck up the perfect opportunity to live out every single one of his fantasies.

In comparison, he wasn't scrawny himself. Much like the older Doberman, he was buff and athletic, perhaps a little leaner than Jared, but then again he had had an extra decade or two to fill out and bulk up. He still felt good though, as Lance became bolder and took a hold of the Doberman's hips, fingertips kneading the muscle beneath, he didn't give the impression he was past his prime. If anything, he seemed to embody the very best of his potential. It was so hot.

"You'd better lube me up."

"I ain't got any lube."

"Improvise." Jared flashed a wink over his shoulder with a waggle of his buttocks into Lance's paws. The idea was seeded, and it grew in the younger dog's mind. He stooped down to his knees, squatting with expert balance upon his haunches as his muzzle drew level with Jared's rear. He needed no invitation as he pushed his face in deep between the dog's cheeks, hit immediately first with the rich stench of musk and sweat, followed closely behind with the oozing heat of the Doberman's behind. He breathed in the scent like it was an exotic perfume, shuddering under its effect as he found his head swimming. Darting out his tongue, he sampled the fruits before him. Sweat was the first taste, unmistakable for its saltiness and grime, but there came an overtone of musk, the dog's natural aroma bleeding across his buds. His tongue pushed deeper though, seeking out the puckered hole within, and in a moment he touched the ring of flesh. It was hot, hotter than the rest of the canine, and flexed as he came into contact. Spurred by his arousal, Lance dug deeper, and his tongue pressed at the tight muscle until the rim yielded, and deeper he went into the dog's insides.

Above him Jared sighed, a shiver running through the sound as Lance pierced his guts with his tongue. Lance slurped and lapped around the Doberman's inner walls and his face burnt with a fierce blush. It was so utterly hot to be in this situation, actually rimming out his favourite porn star in real life, muzzle buried in his ass, tongue burrowed even deeper, tasting his hole. It wasn't simply his imagination, it wasn't some elaborate dream; it was the real deal, genuine and authentic. It only made Lance hungrier than ever, squirming his tongue deeper as Jared leant his ass back onto the dog's face. He dined on Doberman ass for as long as he could, trying to savour the flavour before he would have to relent and give up the pucker. He tongued and he kissed that hole as if he were making out with it, really working in his spit to slicken the way, relishing in the fine taste of Jared gracing through his mouth.

"Ah, fuck, you're good, kid. Now show me what else you can do."

Lance pulled himself free of the dog's ass, panting hard as he finally breathed a chance of fresh air, and he lifted himself up. He was already erect, paw working over his throbbing shaft as he sidled up to the Doberman's behind. Jared cast a sultry look over his shoulder, watching the younger male ease up close, and continued to wiggle his rump in the dog's paws to goad him on,

"Come on, you know you want this, I've been told I'm an out of this world experience."

He couldn't resist it anymore. Lance sunk himself forward, angling his tip for the crevice of the Doberman's rump, and felt his head spear between the cheeks and probe for the hole. His pointed head plunged into the porn star's hole, inches just gliding in without a lick of resistance. Lance expected no less from a man already well versed with the business of pornography. Jared had been in countless films, top and bottom and everywhere in between, so it stood to reason that his ass felt like a silky tunnel of ironed out flesh, hugging the contours of his cock perfectly and pulsing around him in all the right ways. Lance had witnessed the old man in his time take on all sorts, from the rutting with draft stallions to taking on a bear's prick that was as thick as his own thighs, so to finally be joining the ranks of many men all stars in their own right was something of a touching moment for him. But he didn't waste it. He cherished every moment he was buried in the Doberman's hole, groaning softly as he felt that glorious inner muscles tug him deeper, milking his shaft as he sunk inches into Jared. He didn't even need to stop for the older male's comfort; he was knot-deep in the dog before he even realised it himself, his swollen bulb pressed up against that beautifully puffed rim that gulped against his shaft. To watch every undulating movement, each throb and twitch of innards, made Lance shudder in kind. It was if the Doberman's guts were alive, and very much working to deliver him an experience from heaven.

He began to pull out, finding that those muscles sucked against his meat and scored sparks of pleasure along his member as he withdrew. Lance moaned at the feeling, unreal in every regard, his body quivering under its intensity,

"Holy fuck..." he grunted, pushing back in once he'd reached his head. It was such a smooth ride. Part of him had feared it might have been too loose, a reputation for some actors being that they had lost much of their control in their intimate areas, but Jared was proving the myth wrong. Whether it was because he looked after his body or tempered out his bottoming experiences, it didn't matter to Lance, as he was just amazed at the tightness he had to offer and the soft warmth that enveloped his dick.

"Yeah, fuck me, boy," Jared coaxed, pushing his ass back into Lance's thrusts, "Come breed your daddy."

"Oh fuck yeah."

Turning more intent with his ruts, Lance began to drive harder into the older male. Even as he pumped up his intensity though, clamped his grip on the man's hips more firmly, slammed into the Doberman's body with greater force, he just seemed to take it in his stride. He outmatched the younger male in strength, that much was clear, but he took his beating much better than Lance might have thought. Moaning aloud in chorus, he was clearly enjoying himself, but no matter how much harder the Doberman fucked him, he just seemed to spur the young male on more,

"Come on, fuck me! Make me your bitch!"

A growl snarled on Lance's tongue, the sound muted in favour of strict concentration for ramming the Doberman into the wall. No longer was Jared propping himself up with his paws, but his body was pinned to the brickwork, his shaft dangling between his legs drooling with pre as Lance impaled his guts with rapid thrusts. But the Doberman's ass was just too good, the euphoria seizing the younger male's senses much quicker than he'd have liked. He was pent up, Jared was a professional, and this was his art. It was really no surprise that already Lance was hammering his knot against the dog's hole with nothing but tying on the brain. With frantic thrusts and strangled grunts, he slammed his knot into those glorious guts and howled. His head flung down in the throes of his climax and instinct took over. Teeth sunk into the Doberman's shoulder, jaw bearing down and biting into the older male's torso. He didn't seem to mind, barely registered it, as Lance unloaded. Jared let out a low shuddering moan as he felt the young male paint his insides with dog jizz, the cum jetting into him with hot, pulsing bursts. Lance's knot swelled, locking them together, and he humped the older male until his balls were empty and his orgasm dry, leaving only Jared's innards soaking with his seed.

"Fuck!" He let go of the Doberman's shoulder, licking clean whatever wounds he might have left, wiping his muzzle dry, "That was fucking intense..."

"Good," Jared panted, ass clamping against the dog's still bloated cock, "Because now it's my turn to show you how it's really done."

"Wait," Lance stammered, as he felt the Doberman push back against him, one paw placed against his chest as the other took a hold of the young male's base, "What are you-"

He didn't get to finish. The words were garbled into whimpers of oversensitive pleasure as Jared pulled his hole off of the male's cock. The knot splurged free, followed with a gush of spent seed, before Jared's hole winked shut. Lance was a shivering mess, his member now free and tingling with the aftermath of his orgasm, his body unresponsive as the older male seemed intent on turning the tables. Before he could even react, the older canine had him pinned to the wall, back bearing into the rough bricks, with Jared squatting down to fall level with Lance's throbbing cock, drooling whatever was left of his load smeared across his shaft.

"J-Jared?"

"Shush, just enjoy it."

Lance found himself being lifted up as if he weighed nothing, though with the Doberman's build it hardly seemed shocking that Jared could carry him like a paperweight. His legs were slung over the dog's shoulders at the knee, his footpaws dangling down the small of the man's back, leaving his cock to hang directly in front of Jared's grinning muzzle. Lance had no words for what followed as he watched with perverse curiosity as Jared reached a paw underneath him, fingers dipping into his hole, swilling around the younger male's load onto his digits before he pulled free. From his perspective, he could clearly see the sticky strings of his seed smeared across Jared's fingers, coating each of them rather liberally, much to his own ego. He had cum so much in that fantastic ass that he really should have anticipated unloading as he had. But Jared's intentions with what to do with his cum-soaked fingers only became clear when Lance watched them disappear towards his own ass, followed with the wet feeling of them sliding up his cheeks and ultimately into his hole. A grunt seized him, but it was silenced by the penetration of two fingers into his ass, lubed with his own cum.

The grunt became a heady moan, grimacing at the sudden invasion, but it bubbled with lust. It was so fucking hot, a porn star fingering him with his own load, feeling its warm slickness worked up his hole as Jared expertly fucked him with his digits. It felt magical to have him toying back there, already feeling a third easily add to the mess and stretch him wider. Lance threw his head back, scalp pressed to the cool brickwork, as Jared opened him up. But the dirty Doberman had yet more ideas to share; his muzzle opened wide and the younger male suddenly found himself heaving hard with overstimulation as Jared suckled on his spent cock, licking up the remaining cum that still smothered his flesh. He was too tender to process the sensation, the nerves fraught and oversensitive, so he gasped mutely with rasping breaths as his ass was stretched to four fingers and his cock blown back to hardness.

Jared pulled free before Lance could finally voice any displeasure. But still it was far from over. Manhandling the dog, Jared stood up, keeping the younger male's legs lifted off the floor and his back stuck to the wall, he settled Lance around his hips, grinding up his own member against the now loosened and lubed passage of the younger male,

"Hey!" Lance stuttered, a heavy flush washing his cheeks, "I ain't asked to be fucked!"

"No," came the admission, "but you want this. This is your dream scenario, about to be fucked by the gym meathead, pinned against a wall, wet with your own cum, a porn star no less taking the place of your ideal man... You really shouldn't have teased me earlier." Jared sunk his cock into Lance's opening, his ass resisting but giving in to the hot flesh of the older Doberman, "Tell me you don't want this now."

"F-fuck!"

"I'm not hearin' a no?"

"You fucker!"

"You're damn right I am."

What happened next was almost too indescribable for words. Lance's world became a whirlwind of intense pleasure, something bordering upon discomfort though never for a moment did he want it to stop. He was overfull, the Doberman being far too much for him to handle at the blistering pace he set himself at. He wasn't called the Jackhammer for nothing, and Lance's ass fell victim to its title. Jared was merciless. His hips moved at a blur, the sounds of hard flesh slapping against the dog's cheeks, Lance bouncing as he was fucked, the feeling of that cock gouging out the canine's insides only to then leave a wake behind, the vacuum swiftly filled once more. He still had the knot to go, and an orgasm, but it was just too mind-blowing that his head rolled back, tongue lolling out, losing himself to the older male's brutal ploughing. Lance let out moans involuntarily, the sounds guttural and unchecked, just broiling from his chest as his body took over whatever functions the brain could no longer cope with. Behind his mind he could feel a second climax coming, though he resisted it as best he could. It was too soon, it was already churning in him and he was too soon out of the throes of his first. But he couldn't stop it.

Jared caught him in a kiss somewhere between it all, as he groaned and panted out desperate pleas to stop, to go faster, harder, to show mercy. Dominant tongue smothered his own in a make out session that forced him to rescind control to the expert. His orgasm ripped through him and he couldn't even make sense of it. His cock throbbed, cum spewed from his shaft, his stomach was sodden in his seed, but there was no jolt of pleasure for each spurt, just on overwhelming sense of bliss, hot and seething, pleasurable albeit tarnished by the fucking which still went on.

The older male seemed to slow, if only for a moment, casually rolling his hips back and forth as he stroked his member over the dog's prostate, Lance recovering him his second orgasm, paws-free.

"F-fuck... I..." he panted, unable to get the words out, "Please..."

"What's that?" Jared coyly smiled, "I've not even cum yet, we've got a while to go yet. I may be pent up, but I'm good at what I do." He sped up his fucking again, gradually but steadily, until Lance's moans returned to their high-strung, lusty octave, "Just enjoy the ride, kid. I told you I'd be out of this world."