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Brunswick was made of several small, inconspicuous houses. To any person driving by, the houses each appeared to be similar and some may even say that they looked the same. The people who lived there were happy...at least some of them. There were people outside and enjoying the fresh air. One person was busy attending to their small garden outside of their home. Another watered plants that were set up in an intricate arrangement in order to bring attention to their multistoried home.

And one towards the end of the suburb had a sweaty, panting bull pulling into the driveway. He was dressed in athletic attire. His green and yellow striped rugby jersey was caked with dirt and he pressed the brake with a cleatless left foot. The shoes in question were thrown in the back and were caked with debris. The dirt in question was from unidentifiable sources but each streak had a story. It was a story of conquest and drive. Whenever Maximus looked at his cleats, it was a reminder of how far he had made it out on the pitch. All the practices and scrimmages. The intense spine bending rucks that truly showed personal strength and perseverance were written into the cleats. Part of Maximus did not want to wash them but he knew that his teammates in the locker room would throw a stink if he didn't. No pun intended.

Maximus put the truck in park and then turned the ignition key counterclockwise. The truck gave one last splutter before falling silent. The bull sighed with a content grin. He was home and now he could relax. The sun was starting to make its descent downward and painted Melbourne's personal suburbia in a color palette of rich golds and reds. The garden work, which was half his father's doing and half his, was in full swing. Knockout roses were planted neatly in front of a porch to give some privacy and a brown porch swing dangled just to the left of the front door. His chocolate brown eyes scanned over his father's home and looked for any lights that were on in the front window. There was a small flicker which showed that his dad was home and probably watching TV. He could already think of Septimus now sprawled out on the couch with a beer in hand in his overall's unzipped.

There was hardly any modesty between them. It wasn't that Maximus minded that either. His father was older, certainly but he had the body that betrayed his career as a mechanic. Although Septimus did have a beer belly from the various local brews he enjoyed partaking in, there was muscle underneath that was built from past experience along with a natural species body plan. Bulls had a high probability of being brick houses and both Septimus and Maximus made sure to follow in similar footsteps to their bull heritage.

Maximus pulled his rugby bag out of his truck. It was filled with notes of drills and of copies of his uniform. Jules would have to sort through the musky paraphernalia later. The mouse loved gathering up the athletic equipment and giving it a huff before washing it. That suited Maximus, too. Having the mouse knock kneed and bending over the washer to get a hit of rugby stud made it easier for him to sneak up behind his boyfriend and take advantage of him. Jules never complained when an unexpected load was added.

The bull flung his duffel bag over his shoulder and adjusted it. He grabbed his cleats after and held them comfortable at his side. Walking to the door was becoming more of a pain for Maximus. Not only was his body complaining from the rugby match, his cock was now wobbling between his legs with each step he took.

The adrenaline that coursed through his body earlier along with the general comradery of the locker room with his team gave him such a rush that his jock was soiled with pre. No one in the locker room minded, either. If they teased him about it or if some of the new guys got a little too curious, Maximus would prop his leg up on the bench and give them a show. Generally, only the most fascinated would sate their curiosity further which was Maximus' personal favorite. The only thing Jules wanted was a video. His boyfriend liked the curious straight boy type. The ones that heckled sometimes also got a mouth full of bull and Maximus would have a harder time being gentle with them but his composure won out in the end.

Maximus huffed as he made it to the door and his cock was now almost at full attention between his thighs. To say he was having difficulty navigating would be an understatement. Reaching down towards the brass knob of the door, Maximus gave it a twist. The door was unlocked and Maximus strolled right in. He was greeted by the familiar site of an entryway that led straight forward. If one were to keep walking, they would stroll right into the kitchen. The stairs that led up to the 2nd floor were directly to Maximus' right and there was a doorway to the living room. The light from the TV flickered in Maximus' vision and Maximus' ears flicked. He couldn't make out what the TV was playing but it sounded like a documentary.

The interior of the house was modern but still had an aged look about it. There was a smell of bourbon and beer in the air and the faint scent of cigar smoke. His dad did like to dabble in cigars from time to time but not enough that it irritated his nasal cavities. It was just enough to make his nose wiggle and make the gold nose ring bounce underneath his nose.

"Dad, you home?" Maximus' deep, baritone voice echoed through the house.

"Yep! Come in, Maximus. Tell me about your game," a friendly tone spoke out from the living room. Maximus placed his cleats down to his lower right where an organized shoe rack had enough space for them. Maximus walked into the living room, his footfalls coming down onto the wooden floor. Even though his feet were covered, he still did not mind making himself known. He was a rugby player and a forward to boot. There was not a graceful bone in his body but he could throw and take a hit and the team loved him for that. As an eight man, he had to play between the backs and forwards.

He was just following in his father's footsteps. Speaking of, Septimus was sprawled out on the couch but he had lost his clothes. He was as naked as some of the guys in the locker room. His beautiful black fur coat was in contrast to the dark brown coat that Maximus had and while Septimus had a uniform color to his fur, minus the grey bits on his burly chest and treasure trail, Maximus had a cream color chest and a black muzzle.

Septimus was flaccid but with a can of beer in one hand and a fleshlight in the other. It was clean and unused but there was lube shoved into the tight, fake orifice. Septimus took a long drag of his beer before placing it on a nightstand nearby. He spread his legs, showing off his round, low-hanging balls and thick cock. Maximus certainly got what his father had in more ways than one.

"Sit down, son. Stay awhile and get comfortable."

Maximus grinned. "Looks like you already have."

Septimus gave an equally cheeky smirk back. "Mmm hmm."

The older bull gestured to the couch and Maximus took his cue. He stripped out of the sweaty clothes. The shorts that threatened to burst off of his thighs wherever he leaned over or flexed his legs were pulled off followed by the shirt and then finally Maximus' trademark jockstrap was the next to go. The ruby red color was picked by Jules. The mouse always had an eye for style and the red waistband always attracted admirers.

Maximus' ass wasn't for admirers though and the furry muscle rump that was underneath was for squeezing or tongue only. Maximus was never a fan of animalistic sex unless he was the one in control. He wasn't mean about it but the bull was always firm in what he wanted. The "rut" brand that Jules made for him was one that certainly summed up his personality. God, he still had to worry about that time of the month later. Maximus hoped that Jules could take some time off of his business venture to get strapped to a bed and made his toy for the night....or week. For the last rut, Maximus remembered how Jules begged to be pounded harder and the dominant bull gave him every load that could be stuffed into his cute, little mouse. It got him chubbing up just thinking about it and Septimus noticed his son's flaccid, uncut cock throbbing between his legs.

If it wasn't his lower body that was stripped by onlookers, then it was what he was packing on top. Thick pecs that were highlighted by two silver loops and abs that could grate cheese. Septimus' own nipples had barbell rings which went through the center of his thick nubs. Sometimes Maximus liked gold loops when he wanted to really show off but silver did the trick too. Whenever Jules gave them a tug, it was a sign for Maximus to thrust faster like he was a proper breeding bull.

Maximus took a seat by his father on the couch and the springs of the furniture protested as another beefcake took their rightful role on the cushion. Septimus' eyes glanced over to the glimmer of silver that was right up against his son's pelvis.

"Jules get you to wear the cockring too?"

The silver ring pushed Septimus' balls up and out as well as rounded out his flaccid cock. The ring contrasted against the black fur and gave an almost elegant look to the older gentleman. The mustache and beard combination that Septimus had only further enhanced the image. The broad pecs and shoulders that Septimus had were rivaled by his shorter statured son but Septimus had a dirtier bulk to him. While Maximus was muscular and had a body builder type body, Maximus had more of a comfortable strength.

"Yeah," Maximus grunted and grabbed the base of his cock to give it a wobble. Globs of pre flung off of it and onto the floor and Septimus smiled at his son's display of bravado.

"That mouse is perfect for you, stud," Septimus said and wrapped an arm around his son's shoulders and pulled him over to him. Maximus did not fight the embrace and scooted close. They were almost hip to hip now and although Septimus' eyes were fixed on the TV, Maximus was looking his father over. He was right by the man who raised him and could smell the musk radiating off of him. It was buried underneath clean body wash and deodorant but it was still there. On the other hand, Septimus' nose was filled with Maximus' scent. The bull smelled like a mixture of dirt, sweat, and the masculine sex. If Jules was home, the mouse would have been salivating.

"I'm really lucky to have him," Maximus replied back to his father, taking a huff of his own dad's musk and savoring it. It was making him even harder than what he was but the young bull did not hide it. His uncut foreskin was pulled back now to show off his engorged head and the balls that were housed underneath were bouncing and filled to the brim with pent up seed.

"Is he working late?"

Maximus frowned. "He is. He had a surprise in store for you late this week that he wanted to finish. He wants you and I to model for it."

Maximus smiled. "He always has some big scheme, doesn't he?"

"We bring a lot of business to him. Our videos are starting to blow up online." There was a twinkle to the father's eyes. "And people really love the fact that we are blood related."

"Well, they don't know if we actually are," Maximus chortled. "Which makes it all the more fun for them."

"Mmmm hmmm."

The two continued to idly chat. Maximus mentioned parts of the game that were of note. How the team ended up coming back and winning at the last second and that it marked the halfway point of their season. There was a regional tournament coming up which sparked Septimus' interest. The old rugby coach still had an attachment to the sport and would give Maximus pointers whenever he asked for it.

Also helped pump up his son's morale. There was nobody that could pump up Maximus like his dad and Septimus would support his son at games whenever he could. They eventually got into a comfortable silence. Maximus was still achingly hard and his cock dripped onto the wooden floor. Septimus told the bull that he could play with it if he wanted to which Maximus took the open opportunity into his hand. He would stroke it occasionally, not really paying attention to the documentary on an old rugby league in Sydney. It was one where the teams were still dressed in the egg shaped leather caps.

Maximus' eyes flicked to the fleshlight that Septimus had his left hand resting on. Septimus followed the young bull's gaze, a knowing smirk across his face and would teasingly move it and watch his son's breath hitch. The older bull huffed, his own cock jumping between his legs and starting to harden.

The comfortable silence that was between them stretched on but there was something unspoken between them. It was primal and sexual but the two bulls kept their emotions in check. Each one knew how the other was feeling and the thick fleshlight, with its gold plastic exterior and fake fleshly pink interior was calling Maximus' name. The stud imagined it going down on his cock and his thick shaft spreading it open. His foreskin pulling up over his sensitive head as he stroked it up and the slick squelch as lube and pre was sloshed around inside of the sloppy pseudo hole.

"Well, son. As much as I enjoy listening to this documentary..."

The deep, baritone voice was like a knife in the darkened room. The sun had set which put Septimus' face in an eerie glow but to Maximus, it was even more arousing. His cock throbbed with anticipation and a ragged huff left the bull's lips as Septimus reached towards the remote that laid on the coffee table in front of them.

With a quick click, the TV switched its footage to something unfamiliar. There was a small desk in a dark room which was stacked neatly with papers. The desk had all the utilities of an office space with a roll of tape set on a stand along with a stapler that reflected with the light that came through the window. The moonlight could barely make it through the closed blinds. Maximus immediately recognized the space and recognized the mouse sprawled out on the Jules.

His boyfriend's immaculately white fur and the golden wedding ring that he had on his finger was the first thing that he saw. Maximus' mouth was agape as he watched; not out of surprise but out of lust. His cock was dripping as his eyes ate up his boyfriend's naked form.

"Those late hours really got to him, son."

Maximus fiddled with his wedding ring. It was the only thing that wasn't caked with dirt on him since he had to take it off before the match. He looked over his mouse's spread legs and saw that his lover was playing with himself. His fingers were pushing at his hole and Maximus could imagine how good that must have felt for him. He looked closer to see something black lodged inside of his cute mouse and that the black object had a red light in the middle which was pulsing rhymically.

"Let's turn up the sound..."

Maximus' ears focused as his father clicked the volume up on the remote. It was Jules alright. Maximus immediately knew by the way he moaned and yipped but there was also something different underneath his voice. A light buzzing sound like there was a lightbulb about to go out. The footage was clearly dark, though...

The realization hit the bull immediately and looked over to see Sepetimus holding his phone with a sinister grin on his face. There was an app open on it that said "Lovebuzzzzzz" on it with two parallel lines skating across the interface. One was a light blue and the other one was a deep magenta.

"I got our favorite slut something to play with..."

Septimus' right index finger lightly tapped one of the lines and the line immediately shot up. The buzzing got louder and Jules cried out into the camera. Maximus' member drooled and throbbed maddingly at the sound and the bull watched the live footage with an intense focus.

"He makes such perfect sounds, wouldn't you say?"

Septimus brought the line on the interface back down once again and the buzzing slowed. Jules' breathing lightened and the mouse took several long pants of air.

"Wow..."

"I agree, son."

Maximus slid the fleshlight over to his son and the lubed up toy nudged Maximus' leg with a tantalizing bump.

The young stud wrapped his hands around the middle of the toy and lifted up. It was an older model of the toy and one that his father used regularly. The silicon inside was worn but not broken and the plastic paint looked faded but the fact that his father was giving Maximus his own personal toy to use only turned the breeding stud on more.

"Here's the catch. You can use that toy all you want but you have to let me take your husband for a ride. How's that sound?"

Maximus looked over at his dad and chuckled. "You have been getting more and more bold with Jules ever since I let you pound him all those years ago."

"He has such a tight ass too. It is a shame you can't use it right now."

Maximus huffed at his father's teasing and pushed the fleshlight down onto his cock with a huff. Immediately, the silicon sucked him in and squeezed around his shaft. Maximus spread his legs wide and put his left arm behind his head as he relaxed. He watched the screen with Septimus as he started to stroke himself with the fleshlight. Unlike with Jules, Maximus wasn't starting gentle with the toy which voiced its protests in the form of displaced air and slick squelches. The arm that was wrapped around Maximus' shoulder squeezed affectionately.

"Show that toy why we are breeding bull stock, son."

With his free hand, Septimus cranked up the vibrator and from the TV came the sound of Jules moaning out.

"A-ahhhh....Maximus please fuck me..."

The voice was so pure and full of need and Maximus felt his blood begin to boil. He wished he could have his mouse here and that he could fill him to the brim. He knew that his husband worked late some nights and that he was being selfish but only one thing was on his mind at that moment. He did not close his eyes as the fleshlight sucked away at his cock and he watched Jules' ass flex and his hole suck in the prostate massager as it plugged his hole before he relaxed and pushed it out. The natural knot in the toy prevented him from pushing it out of his ass entirely but the mouse's orgasmic cries told Maximus that he was having several rapid and vibrating hits on his prostate.

"How about we utilize the actual prostate massager now..."

Maximus paused his own stroking and looked over at Septimus who did not seem phased from what he said. "I thought you were using the prostate massager..."

"Oh no...there's two modes to this thing."

Septimus' finger went over the pink line and brought it straight up. To say that Jules screamed would be an understatement. The mouse howled as the toy was brought up to another intense level. The mouse's legs shook with pleasure and his hole spasmed. Maximus knew that face well...

"Oh, I might have pushed him too far."

"K-keep it there...p-please..." Jules sighed out in long pants, not even touching his hard and erect dick.

Maximus moved his fleshlight faster, the lube now becoming a frothy mixture of pre and cum. Septimus watched the TV and his own cock eagerly throbbed.

"How could I deny your husband's request?" Septimus joked as he put the remote down and off to the side.

Jules didn't take long. His body started to flex and he gritted his teeth. He brought his legs in and up towards his chest and his cock stood like a pointed spire towards the air. There was a loud yell and Jules' balls pulled in for just a moment. His cock looked angry as streaks of cum arched into the air. The buzzing was hardly heard as Jules shouted with each shot and Maximus immediately felt jealous of that toy. He wanted to be the one to ream his boyfriend open.

He wanted to be the one to pound his prostate into dust and fill him full of his seed.

Maximus hardly had a chance to yell as his orgasm overtook him. His full balls slapped against the silicon of the toy and the bull's loud moo filled the room. His tail flicked excitedly against the couch and soon the toy was overflowing with bull. It poured out the edges of the toy and down over his balls. There was a dirty sound of liquid being sloshed and moved since the cum had nowhere to go but around his thick cock when the inner silicon was filled. Septimus had turned down the toy in Jules' ass and the panting mouse's voice could be heard which mixed with Maximus' own. The young bull unceremoniously popped the fleshlight off of his hard cock and cum ran down onto his member and rolled down his thigh. There was a look of pride in Septimus' eyes as he watched his sweaty, musky son hold the fleshlight out and that hard dick, cockring and all, pulse in the moonlight that filtered through the window.

Septimus did not say anything for a moment and enjoyed the atmosphere. The way his son's body looked and how the muscles flexed. He was proud of his boy. Overjoyed that he could share in this moment between him and his husband and that the kinky mouse enjoyed it. However, the time of silence had passed. Septimus grabbed the fleshlight from a confused Maximus' hand and pushed it down on his cock. With a grunt of new ambition as the fleshlight molded around its familiar, Septimus handed his son the remote.

"Switch."

No extra instructions needed to be said.

Maximus grinned. "You are one kinky fucker."

"Might be genetic," Septimus smiled. He started to use the fleshlight eagerly, his cock pushing out the rest of the cum that was trapped inside and using it as lube. "This isn't exactly an after game rub down but I don't hear any complaints."

"10/10, dad."

With a flick of his finger, Maximus basked in the surprise on Jules' face as his dad fucked the toy using his own cum. It was going to be a wonderful, fun filled, and kinky night and Maximus knew he still would have a couple of loads to add under Jules' tail when he got back home.