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A Relaxing Afternoon

Part 3

Grunting and groaning, Richard watched with great interest down at the doberman jock's dark pucker tug and pull on his knot, the dobie hunk whining as he flexed his leg muscles trying to free himself from the older wolf tied to his bubble butt. "You're doing great Zeuler, you're almost free." Cheering his player on, Richard delivered a light slap on the dobie's firm rump.

"Oh fuck!" Mark shouted out loud when his coach's knot dislodged from his rump with a wet pop. Whimpering as he felt the thick piece of wolf cock slip out of his tailhole, which was left gaping, stretched as it was from having just been clenching tightly around a bulbous knot. Standing up on shaking legs, a trail of wolf cum would start to leak out of the dobie's gaping tailhole, running down the back of his black furred ballsack and down his inner thighs.

"You should plug that up Zeuler, I don't want you making a mess on my floor."

"Uff... Yes coach." Reaching a paw behind him, Mark slipped two of his digits into his gaping tailhole in an effort to stop the stream of escaping wolf spunk leaking out of him. He moaned lightly when his fingers rubbed against his tender tailhole, despite all of the "coaching l" he's received taking his coach's knot, it would still leave the young doberman sore for a short while afterwards.

"Now that won't do." Richard delivered a slap on the caramel coloured furred rump, making the dobie step aside as he got up on his feet. "Follow me." Motioning for the dobie to come with him, Richard walked out of the tv-room and towards his basement with Mark right on his heels like the trained dog he is.

"Down here." Going down the stairs, Richard and his dobie came to a halt in front of the door to his "sex dungeon".

"What's in there Coach?" Although he wasn't sure that he really wanted to find out, Mark's curiosity got the better of him. With his fingers plugging up his tailhole he looked to his coach, inquiring about the room they were about to head into.

"A little secret of mine Zeuler. You will be spending a lot of your time in here over the weekend." With a grin on his grizzled muzzle, Richard pushed the door wide open for his guest.

Once could almost literally hear Mark's jaw hit the floor when he saw all of the kinky tools and equipment that his stoic, manly coach had hidden down in his basement. Out of all the lewd things he had done with the middle-aged wolf, he honestly didn't expect any of this.

"Fucking hell coach. You're one kinky son of a bitch." The absurdity of the situation had the doberman forget his manners, outright swearing at the sight of the wolf's sex dungeon. Richard decided to overlook this slight, approaching his wardrobe he pulled out the drawer where he kept an impressive assortment of butt plugs. Picking up a medium-sized black plug deeming it suitable for the dobie, Richard chuckled when he turned around and saw Mark staring blankly at his captive little fox boy-toy, Keith.

"Who-..."

"Zeuler! Catch!" Tossing the plug to the captivated jock, suddenly being called upon Mark was almost hit in the face by the flying butt plug.

"What-..." Utterly confused, Mark looked from the butt plug in his paw, to the bound fox by the pole pillory, and to his coach.

"'Something the matter Zeuler, never seen a butt plug before?" Smirking at the perplexed doberman, Richard went up to his bound fox boy. "Let me introduce you to my little pet fox here, Keith Cooper. Keith, I've brought a doberman from the football team I coach, Mark Zeuler." Patting the silver fox on the shoulder, Keith would lift his head in response. He could neither see nor speak, but he showed that he listened to his master by wiggling his messy rump.

Chuckling, Richard stroked his pet fox's cheek affectionately with the back of his paw. "See how eager he is even now, I love it. If you behave yourself, Mark, I might let you put that useless dick of yours to some good and give you permission fuck my cute little fox boy." Reaching up to the fox's bound paws, Richard started to untie him.

Mark stood silent for a moment observing his coach working to remove all of the constraints keeping the cum-soaked fox trapped, almost forgetting about the latex toy he had in his paw. The dobie had some experience using sex toys, or at least he knew how to make best use of the dildo his coach got for him. Removing his fingers from plugging his tailhole, Mark pushed the blunt, cone shaped tip against his leaking hole. Freshly fucked as he was, the toy slipped inside with ease, lodging firmly in the jock's sloppy hole.

With the dobie all finished, Richard was just finishing up unlocking the metal spreader bar at the silver fox's feet. Now completely free, from both bonds and the leather harness, Keith turned around on shaky legs, wiping a droplet of drool from his maw with the back of his arm. His hazy amber eyes roamed all over the hunky doberman jock still clad in his cum soaked jockstrap with a unquenched hunger.

"Uhh, hi." Mark greeted the fox sheepishly.

Without uttering a word, Keith turned away from the dobie, wrapped his slender arms around Richard's manly waist, and nuzzled up against his broad chest which he could barely reach due to his incredible short stature.

Richard responded by putting a paw on top of his pet's head and give him a loving pat, which was instantly recuperated with a happy tail wagging from the fox boy.

"Isn't he adorable?" Richard's rumbling voice was like gravel on rocks, yet the stoic wolf seemed quite sincere when he spoke fondly of the fox he was petting. "I picked him up as a stray little faggot slut, getting passed around like a blunt in a frat house, and now he's my adoring boy."

Mark felt a little conflicted seeing the smaller fox grinding up against his coach, seemingly out of his mind as he was happy to be treated like a simple pet by the older wolf. On the other hand, the dobie felt a strange sensation rising within him. Was he jealous of this strange fox? Would he be okay with being collared and told to follow orders?

Truth be told, it wasn't far off from what he was doing right now, the wolf is his coach so following orders was no issue, all he lacked would be the collar around his neck. Thinking about seeing the older wolf as anything except as his coach however, was hard to imagine, but he couldn't deny that the thought intrigued him to some extent.

A small paw cupping his bulging jockstrap pulled Mark back from his deep thinking, looking down at the lean fox with his paws on his junk and silently looking directly up at him.

Richard gave a hearty chuckle at the jock's surprised expression. "I told him that he could have a treat if he gave you a blowjob, Zeuler. Be a good sport and let my boy take care of you." With a smirk on his muzzle, the older wolf reached his rebound state, his veiny red rocket standing fully erect once again.

Mark didn't move at all, or rather, he couldn't. As Keith went down on his knees in front of him, the dobie felt a strange sensation wash over him, he had never before received a blowjob. It was always him pleasuring his coach, and he had never considered that if he would get blown himself if he would have wanted that person to be a girl or a guy. Not that he had much of a choice about it now, when the silver fox pushed his jockstrap to the side and exposed his dark red canine dick.

"Just relax pup, and my fox boy will do the rest." Richard whispered into his ear, suddenly standing beside the dobie. Mark barely had time to react to the paw that snuck its way down his back and firmly grasped one of his bubbly buttcheeks, as Keith at the same time gave his knotted cock a long loving lick, all the way from the base to the pointed tip.

"Oh shit!" Mark gasped loudly when Keith suddenly and abruptly engulfed almost his entire length in his maw, and wrapped a talented tongue around his shaft in the progress. The fox showed? his overwhelming experience pleasuring other men, his slick tongue rolling around the meaty shaft in his mouth as he slid further and further down upon it, effortlessly taking the dobie's cock until it started to slide down his flexible throat.

"You feel that talented maw around you my boy?" Standing hip-to-hip with the the doberman, squeezing his firm bubble butt under his paw, Richard let out a satisfying murr as Keith reached up and grasped his lupine cock. Eagerly bobbing his head back and forth upon the doberman jock's dick and giving his knot a couple of gentle squeezes with one paw, Keith would simultaneously masturbate his wolf master with his other paw. Skillfully pleasuring both men at the same time.

"Ohh yes sir... It feels so good." Mark grunted and moaned loudly from his first ever blowjob, resisting the urge to vigorously thrust forward and fuck Keith's face. Wrapping an arm around his coach's waist and held him close to his body.

"Fucking hell..." The dobie groaned as the fox dropped his cock from his maw, giving it a last lick of appreciation before turning his attention to the wolf cock pointed right at his face. Compared to the dobie's nine inches of doggie dick, the wolf's mouthwatering twelve had Keith whining with need, hungrily licking up every drop of cum that he could.

"Now now my boy, treat our guest first. Do a good job, then you get your reward." Ruffling the fur on top of Keith's head, the fox wagged his tail and nodded, turning his attention back to the doberman. Once more the pet-turned fox boy engulfed the dobie's canine cock in one gulp without a second thought. Whatever affection the middle aged, black furred wolf had on the guys he fucked that made them so eager and willing to follow his orders, it really showed on the silver fox's behaviour more than anybody else.

Keith had always had a thing for older men, the hunkier the better. From a young age the silver fox had been bent over or pushed down on his knees, in bathroom stalls, in the showers and the locker room, at a bus station and in the park. Getting screwed, used and discarded just like a disposable sex toy by all types of guys. From his experience, nine out of ten times, it brought him more pleasure when the older, middle-aged men were willing to fuck his face or rail his tight ass. Most of the times the men had an ulterior motive for bending the younger gay fox over in the bathroom stall making the fucking much more passionate. Like a distant wife denying them pleasure, or divorceés looking to pop their cork in a warm hole. But his absolute favorite of them all was the men with a twisted desire, yearning for something they could never get. The men and fathers who both fantasized about having a horny young son yearning for their fat cocks.

Pretending to be their faggot son and "punished" for his rebel attitude, crying out for his daddy to fill him, it always brought the highest form of satisfaction to the fox. Stirring a need that he had deep inside of him, to have a strong father figure telling him what to do and disciplining him should he misbehave.

Which is why when Richard found him and didn't use him simply to satisfy his own needs, but also made sure the fox achieved the highest possible pleasure, it turned into the best orgasm that Keith had ever received from another man.

That the old wolf willingly called Keith his son was just icing on the cake.

Back in the present, Keith had been working diligently, bobbing his head back and forth on the dobie cock until the telltale twitch warned him of the approaching orgasm. A warm, sticky substance rushing down the silver fox's throat followed by a load moan, and he eagerly drank down every last drop of doberman cum that the jock shot into his maw.

"See what a good pet he is? Even if you don't knot his maw he doesn't miss a drop and swallows it all." Receiving a pat on his head, Keith closed his eyes in content, wagging his tail happily. "He complimented me..." Sucking down on the dobie's cock hard, Keith made sure to show how well he could have the doggie dick completely polished.

"Wow... That was... That felt amazing, sir." A groan escaped Mark's lips when Keith dropped his cock from his maw and gave it a last kiss.

"Did I do good daddy? Can I have my treat now?" Turning his attention to the wolf towering above him, licking up a drop of pre-cum from the tip of his shaft.

""You did great son, get on the bed and wait for your daddy." Pointing to his bed, Keith scrambled up on his feet and rushed over to the bed, climbing up on it with his tail raised high in the air.

While the fox made himself comfortable and writhed into the covers which smelled of wolf, Richard looked back at the dobie next to him. "How about you get on the bed too Zeuler, I'll give you a stuffing once I'm done with my fox boy." Giving the doberman jock's ass a last squeeze, Richard walked over to his bed.

The king sized bed creaked under the big hunk of a wolf as he crawled up on it, hungrily eyeing the slender fox lie on his stomach with his tail and rump in the air. Keith looked over his shoulder with a smirk on his face, showing off his plugged tailhole for his wolf daddy.

"Daddy, I have been a good pet to your guest, please, give me my reward. I need my daddy's cock inside me, I crave it." Wagging his ass at the muscular wolf getting into position behind him, he'd moan cutely when a paw started to pull on the plug lodged in his rump.

"Oohh sir. I've held your loads in my ass like you told me to do daddy." Further lifting his fluffy fox tail over his back, Keith spread his legs and angled his rear for the wolf to continue to play with his plugged rump.

The soft bed rocked and creaked once more when the dobie climbed up on it and joined the two of them. Mark laid down on his side on the opposite side on the bed, watching with great interest as his coach tugged on the latex plug.

"That you have my little fox kit. Did you also keep count like I asked?" Gently pulling on the plug, Richard earned a loud, slutty moan from the fox as the cone shaped plug spread his rump wide.

"Ahhhh yess daddy, I counted just like you said. Six loads, you have put six of your loads in me!" Keith cried out loudly towards the end, the wolf had roughly pushed the plug back in between his two furry mounds.

"Hot damn... you pounded his ass six times today before I came over?" Mark stroked his rod, keeping it fully hard while he admired his coach toying with the fox.

"Surprised? I may be old enough to be your father but I have enough in me to fuck the both of you for a full day." Pulling the plug back out once more from between the fox's furry cheeks, the cum drenched black butt plug was a sight to behold. Richard grinned at the doberman and held out the plug to him. "Hold this for me Zeuler, I'm going to need it back once I finish with my boy here."

Nodding, Mark carefully took the plug from his coach, holding it's blunt base lightly.

Climbing up further over the fox, Richard would let his massive piece of wolf cock come to rest in the cleft between Keith's perky cheeks. His hole left gaping from the prolonged use of the butt plug in his rump, and slowly a gush of mixed wolf seed started to leak out and drench Richard's veiny cock in a new coat of cum.

Grinding his pulsing pole back and forth over the cum smeared hole, he'd soon have the fox panting and whining loudly under him. "Gonna mount my fox boy's ass..." Muttering lowly under his breath, Richard aligned his cocktip with that of Keith's widely stretched tailhole. In one fluid movement, the black wolf would fully sink his entire twelve inches into the fox's abused rump, sheathing his twitching cock in his warm, slimy holster where it belonged.

Both of them moaned in unison when the hulking wolf had his knot pushed up against the silver fox's stretched rim. Putting a paw at Keith's hips, Richard pulled his ass up higher and laid his torso down upon him, allowing for deeper thrusting. And thrust he did. Pulling his meaty shaft back, making the fox moan, Richard plunged back inside roughly, driving the fox down into the bed below them. Again and again the wolf repeated his deep thrusting motions, rocking the bed with such force that the head of the bed would crash into the wall.

*BANG BANG BANG*

"Ahh *BANG* Huunh *BANG* Huunnh *BANG* daddy!" Keith loudly cried out up to the strong wolf dominating him.

*BANG BANG BANG*

"You like that son?" *BANG*

"AH! *BANG* YES! *BANG* FUCK ME DADDY!" *BANG*

All sweaty from the ranchous fucking the wolf had brought down upon the delirious young fox under him, Richard felt pride at how well the slender guy could take a rough fucking.

Yelping loudly, Keith turned slack-jawed sideways to look up at the wolf with lust-clouded eyes as suddenly he had pulled out of him, leaving his ass empty and gaping for more.

"I want to see your face properly son." Richard grunted, flipping the silver fox over onto his back. Wrapping Keith's legs around his waist, the old wolf would plunge back inside the fox with ease. Once more Keith yelped loudly, but that soon turned into a moan as the wolf resumed his powerful thrusting. With his butt raised and his back pushed down into the mattress, Richard would have a great angle to drive his cock deep into the fox's cummy tunnel while at the same time admire the many expressions of pleasure that washed over Keith's face.

Ypping cutely and moaning deeply like a whore, Keith happily bounced on that girthy cock spreading his rear. His ears folded back over his head and he'd look up at the hunky, older wolf daddy with affectionate eyes. Reaching up with his paws he'd grip his muscular shoulders, clenching down tightly on them as if feeling the wolf's fur in his fingers grounded him to reality as the ecstasy wrecking fucking thoroughly drove his mind into dreamland. The hard fleshy nub of his prostate pushed down upon the lupine length sliding inside of him, sending jolts of electricity through his entire body.

"Ohhh *Bang* Daddy *Bang* Dad *Bang* Breed me hard dad!" Shouting loudly, Keith's own neglected cock bounced and twitched like mad against his furry abdomen, shooting stray ropes of pre-cum all over his chest and face. A meekly five inch vulpine dick was nothing compared to the hunky wolf daddy's own twelve inches, and from the rough fucking he's received from it, the fox quickly approached his orgasm.

"Mmhm, get ready son. *Bang* Gonna tie your cute ass!" Pushing down hard, Richard felt something raw and primal stir within him as his knot pushed up hard against the sloppy rim on the fox. With the last bit of effort, Richard restrained himself from throwing his head back and howling out loud, instead keeping his eyes on Keith's dreamy face beneath him.

Feeling the meaty bulbous knot tie with his rump as it has done several times before today, feeling its flesh push hard against his battered prostate, Keith cried out the wolf's name loudly at the top of his voice. His vulpine member twitching and stirring, shooting a couple of sticky white strands of fox cum over his furry chest and his face. The white streaks giving the silver fox's black pelt a reverse-zebra pattern.

"Fuuuck son, I love it when you cry out my name like that." Humping and grinding his hips for the last push over the edge, Richard stared down at orgasmic fox boy under him and his cloudy expression twinge and change as his own orgasm bore down upon him. His balls twitching and pulling up, a massive load would pump into the romped fox like a tidal wave. Gush after gush of seed with mix with the other previous loads and churn deep within Keith, the sheer amount of Richard's seed surprised even the wolf himself. Seemingly unending was his orgasm, and it wasn't until the fox had formed a very small stomach bulge from the old wolf's heavy deposit.

Keith near passed out from pleasure, getting filled to the brim with his wolf daddy's cum, leaving him high on the ecstasy. His arms slacked off and lost their grip on Richard's shoulder, dropping to his messy chest. Panting heavily, Keith looked up at the older wolf's grizzled muzzle with a groggy expression on his face.

"Thank you daddy, I love feeling you inside me." Patting his slightly rounded stomach, Keith blushed and gave the wolf a happy smile.

"And I love feeling you around my cock, son. Now... bite down, this will only hurt for a moment." Roughly pulling and tugging on his knot, Keith yelped loudly and saw stars in front of his eyes as the wolf forcibly removed his inflated knot from his stretched rear. For the seventh time the fox had gotten a thorough fucking and gotten stuffed proper by the wolf, left his ass gaping wide and his insides painted white with his virile load.

"Zeuler." Sweaty and panting from the extorting fuck he's given the fox, Richard looked to the dobie next to them. Almost forgotten from his mind, Mark had taken it into his own paw pleasuring himself at the incredibly hot scene before him, pumping his dark red doggie dick. When the wolf addressed him he abruptly stopped his motions, dropping his cock leaving it rock hard and dribbling cum. "Plug." Richard pointed to the sticky butt plug in his paw, which the dobie had seemingly forgot about completely.

Blushing faintly, Mark handed the plug back to the wolf, and watched with great interest as he inserted the sticky sex toy back into the fox's gaping hole.

The sensation of having his tender, fleshy tunnel spread wide around the blunted toy for the seventh time felt like getting knotted for the fourteenth time in a row. Keith collapsed down on the bed, his eyes rolled back up into his skull and his slack maw panting loudly and gasping for air.

"Hrm... I might have overdone it." Richard gave Keith a stroke on his cheek, wiping a rope of cum off his eyelid. Leaning back and sitting down, looking at the silver fox resting on his back with his legs spread wide, Richard couldn't help but grin at how much he enjoyed the sight.

"Wow Coach... that was... Wow. Are you sure you got any cum left after that? Poor guy looks like he's pregnant." Mark eyed the exhausted fox, half-asleep from the vigorous fucking he's received.

"Oh don't worry Zeuler, I rebound quickly. Maybe you could get into position for me, on your hands and knees, ass up." Stroking his tender wolf cock with a grin on his muzzle, Richard would soon make true to his words and within a few strokes his fuck tool would be rigid once again.

Visibly swallowing a clump of saliva, Mark did as he was told. Fumbling around on the bed, the hunky doberman would soon be up on his hands on his knees next to the napping fox, showing his meaty rump framed by his jockstrap to his coach. The plug from before showed clearly between the dobie's bubbly cheeks.

While Keith had a pert, tight little rump that fit snuggly around his cock, Mark on the other hand had what most would describe as a "bubble butt". It was well rounded, wide, yet firm and muscular if you groped it. A good sign the dobie took good care of his body for sure.

"Have I ever told you that your ass is fucking amazing, Zeuler?" Getting into position behind the kneeling doberman, Richard couldn't resist reaching out and grasping his furry mounds, feeling their firmness under his paw pads.

"Ooohh, only like, every time you see it Coach." Happy to receive some attention from the wolf, Mark pushed his ass back into Richard's groping paws. Grunting and groaning at being roughly manhandled by his coach.

"Well that's because it's true. Your ass is undoubtedly." Giving the dobie's rounded cheeks a firm slap, Mark shouted loudly in surprise. "The best ass I've ever had the privilege of plowing." Landing a second slap on the meaty rump, Richard watched it ripple and jiggle with glee. Again and again he'd alternate between slapping one fleshy mound of fur then slapping the other, the doberman's cries and yelps became louder and louder with each slap, making the dobie tremble under his ministrations.

Mark's caramel colored furred rump would be tender and achingly red under his pelt once the wolf felt he was finished using his ass as drums, his cushioned rear would have swelled slightly from the rough treatment. "Now this is an ass ready for fucking." Richard complimented himself, reaching for the plug still lodged between the poor abused jock's cheeks.

"Or what say you, Zeuler? Want your coach to plow your ass?" Gently tugging on the plug, Mark moaned and shivered as the blunted base would tug at his dark pucker.

"Ahh, y-yes sir, Coach. Please. My ass is soo hot..." Panting with his tongue hanging out of his maw, Mark looked back at the wolf behind him with teary eyes.

The dobie's eyes would widen suddenly when Richard tugged once more on the plug, and slowly removed it from his aching rump. Tender and swollen rump cheeks, tailhole left gaping and leaking wolf seed from their earlier fuck, the doberman was no doubt as much of a mess that Keith was, except that Mark was still waiting to be romped once more.

Yelping loudly in surprise, Mark soon felt that familiar rock hard shaft pushing its way into his fleshy tunnel. In a single thrust, Richard fully hilted himself in the dobie's ass, with only the knot left brushing against his cum smeared rim.

Pulling back and shoving back inside, Mark would yelp again as the wolf's hips slapped against his tender rear. As if the girthy cock spreading his meaty rump wide, from the spanking he had received, each hilting up his ass with his coach pushing his hips against his cheeks felt extra powerful.

For the second time the middle-aged black wolf would have a young college guy moaning loudly and crying out in pleasure. Proud of his achievement, Richard firmly gripped the dobie's manly waist, leaning in over him and redoubled his effort to drive his cock balls deep into him.

The wolf's heavy ball sack slapped against his own, smaller pair of orbs. Making Mark feel inadequate compared to the older wolf. But only momentarily.

When the wolf picked up the pace and drove his twelve inches of lupine cock deep inside of him, mashing against his prostate. Jolts of pleasure shot through his body, and the dobie would shove his body back to meet Richard's hard thrusts.

Having another hungry buttslut clinging tightly around his cock, Richard snarled as pushed in hard against the doberman's rump. His hard thrust was met with an eager push back onto his cock, and the jock's bubble butt spread wide and engulfed his knot into his fleshy tunnel.

This time holding nothing back, Richard grinded his hips roughly against the dobie jock's firm ass, throwing his head back and sounding a loud dominant howl. For the second time in short succession, the wolf's large furry orbs pulled up closer to his body, and his second orgasm followed shortly.

Feeling the rush of his coach blowing his load deep into his ass, Mark moaned loudly as well, feeling his trapped doggie dick stir in the jockstrap he still had cradling his member. His own load unleashed, albeit incredibly shorter lasting than his coach, who was still ejaculating within his tight confining rump.

"I think." Richard said in panting breaths. "I think you have deserved yourself a place beneath me, Zeuler." Grinding up against the cushioned rump he was tied to, Richard gave the dobie's tender cheeks a loving pat.

"I... do?" Gasping for air, Mark turned his face sideways to look at his coach.

"Sure, as soon as your slutty ass can drop my knot we'll go look for a collar for you. Trust me it'll look great on you." Smiling down at the blushing doberman, he stroked the jock's tender ass when Mark gave him a nod of affirmation.

"Good pup, Mark."