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"Who is the best athlete?" A tricky question to answer, save for those who paid the closest attention to numbers and scores. To them the response was simple: Zachary Riviera, the Xolotl Star of New Mexico. They knew not much of him before his break into sports. A diligent student, suddenly turned state famous jock after the night of his eighteenth birthday. Impeccable scores, multi-sport accolades; a modern day olympian.

It was mid-fall when Zach's private jet landed at the airport on the outskirts of Belen, New Mexico. Bringing a rolling backpack, he stealthily made it to a car to meet a man. They had coordinated it to ensure utmost discretion.

"You're late," said the older dog by the car.

"Sorry, dad. There were problems with the landing and-"

"Shut it!" Mr. Riviera opened the vehicle's door. "Just get your ass in the car."

Zach obeyed, his tail between his legs.

It wasn't a long way to their destination, so they had little time to chat. Words weren't needed, anyway. The father put his right hand on his son's thigh, caressing the strapping body with tenderness.

"Fuck, I've been waiting for this." He dragged his hand further and further into his lad's groin until he was teasing the cock beneath. "You have been waiting too, haven't you?"

The young dog could only reply with a whimper.

There was a secret behind the abrupt transformation and unparalleled talent. A cult, of origins unknown, had been carrying on a millennia-long project: the creation of the perfect man. According to their beliefs, a man's skills could be passed down to another through the exchange of their semen. So, their process was simple: older men, known as Forbearers, would accumulate accolades and pass down to the next generation of younger men, known as Scions, by imbuing them with their talents; fucking them. For ten years, every season, the Scion would receive more of their cum and thus, more of their skill.

In the underground of the Belen Hotel, the young Zachary put on the Scion attire: a gilded collar around his neck and a matching set of rings that gripped his penis and balls. He drank of the sacred liquor, which filled him with unending libido.

He stepped through the curtains into the circular room where the ceremony was to take place. He laid his torso on the altar in the center of the room, his ass naturally spread as he hoisted it.

One by one, the older males in robes walked in, inspecting the Scion's body as they filled the hall. Many touched the round cheeks, some slapped or fondled it; others went for the hanging balls below, some gently cupping it, others grasping the testicles with might. The Scion replied to each touch with grunts and huffs; the feeling of so many hands would make the dog cum then and there, if they allowed him.

Roughness was no problem for Zachary, he actually loved it. He didn't grow into it either; he had always longed for quality dicking. Some would consider the thirst that boy had as lack of masculinity; the cult disagreed. For the part the Scion played the ability to take so many men was welcome, the desire for it was praised.

One final figure entered, the leader of that branch of the sect. The other Forbearers called him, the Ancestor, Zachary called him dad.

The Ancestor drew to the lad's rear and put his hand on that cheek, providing him with one final scrutiny. The leader declared the boy ready for the ritual.

He poured more of the liquor over the ass, coating it in the lubricating fluid. The Ancestor slid his thumbs on his son's ass, testing its elasticity; he passed the test.

The time had come, Mr. Riviera disrobed entirely, his thick cock already hard. Zachary couldn't turn to see it, but his imagination more than sufficed; in his mind's eye, he saw his father's fat, furless body towering over him, drawing closer until...

Contact. The fat dick of the overweight canine circled and teased the Scion's hole. Another denied orgasm hit the poor lad; his father's dick just had that effect on him. The older man noticed, but didn't stop, his member growing slicker after entering the hole de facto.

More moans from the Scion. The Ancestor knew exactly how his boy liked it: rough and deep. He gave it to him, over and over. The sounds of his groins hitting the younger dog's cheeks echoed through the circular room. The Ancestor's pace had picked up gradually. Once it peaked, he laid his frame over the Scion's back. Huffs and grunts heated Zach's neck. The feeling grew too impossible to contain, and so... Both came, Mr. Riviera's spunk filled the deepest points of that ass; father and son were in paradise, a sinful enlightenment.

The afterglow felt great, but it had to end. The leader removed his thick cock from the asshole. The Scion clenched his back as he couldn't let any talent go to waste.

"You did great," whispered the older xolotl.

The Ancestor removed himself out of the room after signaling to the remaining members; they were now free to give their own talent to the Scion. In his blissful moments, Zach had forgotten the other men; he couldn't contain his tail from wagging as the hole got excited for more action.

One at a time, the men stepped up to claim that crack. In the five years Zachary had been taking those men's dicks, he had learned to distinguish them from their mating alone. The second who came to fill his ass was just like his father, deep and rough, not as good as his dad but a fine example of manliness; that was his uncle Jonas, golden medalist for cycling. Then another, sweeter, more tender, a fat body with a penis with smaller reach but powerful blasts; Mr. Stevens, the cat, had been his high school professor and before that a swimming champion. Few old men were as muscular and tireless as Mr. Campbell, former triathlete; his heavy horsecock went deeper into the dog's hole than anyone else's. The roughest of them all, Mr. Leonidas' heavy paw, forced Zach's head to the altar; his powerful hip movements, a result of his intense weightlifting background.

Many others dumped their cum on the Scion's ass, in the end the greatest and most promising athlete in the world, clung to the altar and kept all that jizz inside him like a good bitch. The Ancestor had to carry his cumrag of a son home that night.

All the men in Belen slept soundly that night. They had their fun and helped create the ultimate man. Only one household in town remained awake and active.

Mr. Riviera's fat ass crushed one of his son's leg, his arm hugged the other limb high, and his penis invaded his son's still slick ass over and over. Poor boy drooled and huffed on the pillow his head lied in.

"Damn, boy," said the father. "You took twenty loads, and those weren't enough? Tell me, you missed daddy's cock the most didn'tya?"

"I did, daddy," replied the son between sighs.

"Whatcha say, boy! Treat me with respect or you'll never get this dick again!"

"I did, Master!"

"Good!"

The old dog performed one last thrust and came again inside his son's crack. Free from the rings, Zach also jizzed, coating much of the bed.

Without context, Mr. Riviera would seem a brute abuser. But he and his lad shared an intimate bond, unmovable by judgement.

He took his penis from the son's asshole and eased himself by the young xolotl's side.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, thanks dad."

Mr. Riviera hugged his son from behind, leaving them in spooning position.

"Are you sure? That was a lot of action. You ain't unbreakable y'know?"

"I'm okay, dad." Zach turned to face his father, breaking their previous position. "Thank you for always worrying about me."

Their lips met in loving touch, tongues danced in slobber-filled muzzles. It was more than passion, more than desire, it was love. Their responsibilities kept them apart for so long that every kiss, every loving touch was an oasis.

Zach returned to being spooned by his fatter father, the nooks and crannies of his belly making for the perfect comforter.

"I love you, dad."

"Love you too, Zach."