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"Cain! This room is a pigsty!" Clara yelled whilst standing in the doorway holding a basket of fresh laundry. "I thought I told you to clean it like three times already? Why haven't you done it yet?"

"Mom, come on, I'm doing something!" The German Shepherd yelled in response, clacking away at his keyboard after pushing one of his headphones aside. "Sorry guys, my mom is yelling at me." He mutters, rolling his eyes out of sight.

"Dammit Cain, don't make me have to tell you again. And it stinks in here-you need to do your laundry!" She angrily walks away, having left the door open. Cain resists the urge to flip his desk and stands up, running to close the door as quick as his feet could take him to get back to the game.

"Okay guys, only three squads and a solo left. Shane! Stop taking gunfights you don't need to!"

"Yeah but we're third-partying, dude, just take the easy fights before we get overrun. Shit, the storm is coming in!" The snow leopard named Shane rebutted, still taking the shots without his trio.

"At least wait for us to get there, fucking Christ, man! You're gonna make us lose!"

The two went back and forth for a bit before the third stepped in to mediate the argument. They end up coming close to winning, but Cain can't get the final two kills after his other teammates died shortly before.

"Shit! Goooooddammit man I fucked up." Cain groans, leaning back in his chair while the enemy emotes on his corpse. "Anyways guys, I gotta go. Sorry. My mom is about to murder me and paint the walls with my blood. If I go missing, you know why. See you guys." After some goodbyes and ending a Discord call, the shep is left on his own, leaning back in his gaming chair and staring at the ceiling.

I fucking hate laundry. Christ almighty. My room isn't even that dirty! He thinks to himself. Cain stands up and stretches, a few of his vertebrae cracking satisfyingly. He starts to clean by picking up his clothes and dropping them in the hamper for later as well as picking up the plates and cups in his room that've accumulated from the week. He does the walk of shame, arms full of dishes, and goes to put them all in the dishwasher. The finishes up cleaning the rest of his room, even gaining the gumption to do his laundry.

"Wow-looks good in here, bud!" Cain's father steps into the room and places his paws on his hips. "I barely even recognize the place! Good job!"

Cain turns over to his dad, a husky-built German Shepherd. He wore a tee shirt and red plaid pajama pants. Saturdays were usually the household lounging/cleaning days, and everyone participated in wearing their comfy lounge clothes.

"Psh." Cain dismisses the comment and turns back to his computer, scrolling away through Reddit. "Thanks, dad."

Robert goes and helps himself to a seat on Cain's bed, crossing his legs and leaning forward.

"Whatcha readin'?"

"Mm, nothin'." Cain shrugs and turns back around, seeing his dad sitting gracefully on his bed. Robert sat with his ears erect, tail wrapped around his left side, and a smile displayed on his muzzle. Cain felt his heart skip a beat at the sight. He doesn't know why, but lately he'd been feeling really fucking strange about his father. The looked down at his father's crotch to see if there was any bulge-there wasn't. Some might call how Cain is reacting to his dad as cold and distant, but how could he not? The thing he'd been planning for some time now was about to come to fruition. He'd done some tests in the past to see how heavy of a sleeper his father was: little things like calling his name, shaking him softly, patting his belly, all to no response. He'd been planning tonight for many weeks now, and tonight was the night.

He was going to get a taste of his father's sheath.

All the nights his father fell asleep on the couch, all the tests-they all led to this opportunity. His father never woke up, never showed signs of it every time he did a test. He learned his father's snoring pattern, knowing what times he was in deep sleep. So yeah, he was a pervert and remained slightly distant and disconnected. He didn't want to be swayed. He needed this.

The rest of the night was rather uneventful, however. He ate pizza with his family for dinner and they all rented a movie on some streaming service. Cain couldn't help but glance at his dad every now and then, nervousness building as the time drew nearer and nearer.

"Alright, I'm gonna go ahead and hit the hay. You comin' to bed, dear?"

"In a sec, Rob. I'm gonna clean these bowls and I'll be in shortly."

Robert nods and makes his way up the stairs, his footsteps eventually fading.

"Yeah I'm going to bed too. G'night, mom." Cain waves and rushes himself upstairs.

Now the waiting game begins.

Cain figured some more videogames were in order to pass the time. It was the easiest way, after all. All the occasions he saw the sunrise after promising himself he'd get some sleep are far too many to count. The shepherd wasted a good few hours attempting a victory royale for him and his friends, with some success. Six games, three wins. Easy.

"Alright guys, I'm gonna actually go to sleep tonight. I'm exhausted." Cain said, stretching yet again to loosen his joints. He taps his phone screen and sees that it's just a little after 3am. Perfect.

"Too busy jacking off till sunrise?" Shane snorted and Cain shook his head.

"Yep. All night baby. Envision it!"

"Bruh!"

Cain leaves the call and gulps, feeling that nervousness well up in his gut like before turning in a big test-but mixed with horny. He'd put off masturbating for a few days now so he could explode when this was all over.

He knew his life would be over if he were to get caught. How does one come back from getting caught fondling their sleeping father? It's considered rape to many, but Cain knew there was no feasible way to do stuff with his dad while awake. He just needed one night; one chance to see and taste what he'd been waiting many weeks for. He doesn't know why he feels this way about Robert, but his dad was just so fucking handsome! The way he lays sprawled out, groin open for the world to see. His powerful nose always detected the musk of his dad opening his legs, but it was also very faint and he had to be close. What made tonight better was his father didn't shower Friday, or earlier Saturday... so surely there was gonna be some smell present.

He needed it.

Cain slipped off his shorts so his dick didn't puncture a hole in them later and slowly opened his door. The house was completely silent and devoid of activity. Perfect. He slinked his way over towards his parents bedroom which was thankfully slightly open already. He heard snoring coming from the room and knew his father was the blame. He took into account that his mother could be a light sleeper, but he wasn't planning on making any noise anyways. Plus it wasn't she that he was touching anyways, so what's the worst that could happen?

This is it, he thought as he stepped through the door into the dark bedroom. He got down on his knees and gave his eyes a second to adjust to the pitch blackness after staring at a monitor all night. The shepherd's heartbeat began to rise, the tension he'd put off all day now displaying itself to the world. He furrowed his brow in concentration and took some silent breaths of air for much needed cognitive function. He had to do this perfectly. No fuck ups.

Cain shimmied his way over to the left side of the bed where his dad lay and took a look at what he's working with. His dad was half out of the covers and laying on his left side facing Cain, which was honestly the best case scenario. It was almost going too well... but yet he ventures on.

Cain took a bit to muster some courage, but he eventually found himself hovering around where his dad's groin was. His mouth grew dry, his heart rate blasting out of control. He considered backing out. His world would come crashing down should his father wake up. But he shouldn't, Cain thought. He took his paw and softly gripped the small button of his dad's boxers, undoing it with ease. He took a second to take some deep breaths for composure and spread open the fabric flaps. He took this opportunity, just in case he didn't go too much further, to shove his nose up against the opening. He felt his dick swell and his pink rod soon started to squirt clear precum into his boxers. He always felt like he was peeing himself when he was concealed and soaking up his boxers. The shep curls his toes and gives a few dry humps against the fabric and fights the urge to whine at what he's smelling. The perfect blend of sweat and musk filled his sensitive nose, him being careful not to touch the coldness of it to his father. The smell was intense and radiated off into the air around his face, taking it all in. He truly got what he came for, but knew he couldn't pass up this perfect situation.

The continued snoring gave him confidence, and the silence from his mother's side also gave ail to his his anxieties. Cain slowly raised his paw back up to the opening and stuck his fingers inside ever so delicately, constantly listening for any pause in the snoring. Cain slowly felt around for his father's sheath, slowly pulling out the fluffy, yet meaty pouch that created him. He eventually fished it out and let it lie flat on Robert's thigh. The shepherd reached down and adjusted himself, keeping his dick inside his boxers to minimize the amount of pre he was squirting around the room. But goddamn the fabric was soaked. He was constantly streaming his fluids out like he indeed was taking a piss in his pants. Just dog problems.

I just need to get him hard enough for a few jets. Just a few licks and tastes of my dad's pre, that should be enough, he thought. Cain leaned forward again and slowly takes three fingers around his dad's fluffy pouch, slowly pulling back what is essentially his foreskin until, in the dark, he saw a tapered spade tip poke out. He smiled to himself and pulled back more and more until about three inches of his dad's thin, flaccid knotted cock poked out into the air. Now, he knows that masturbating usually involved a lot of grabbing the knot and the base of it, but that wasn't available to him. Being too touchy and greedy would surely jeopardize his operation. A loud snore from his dad pushed him forward. He'd have to do it the old fashioned way: slowly rub his dad's sheath around his cock, mimicking penetration. So, he got to it. He had a gentle hold with a few fingers and started rubbing his father off.

At this point, Cain was fully erect, his knot bursting at the seams of his own sheath and making him feel uncomfortable, but that wouldn't stop him. He may have jerk off material for the rest of his life, but he knew he needed to taste the nectar that came from within. The shepherd continued the slow but steady strokes, eventually feeling some life come to that cock...

He ushered on, relieved that his efforts weren't in vain. He kept his muzzle close and ears erect listening for any sound of waking up. Luckily, the snores continued and both were still. Cain kept up his charade-until eventually his dad started moving slightly. Cain had bated breath, keeping absolutely still after ripping his paw away as covertly as he could. He didn't dare move a muscle... until he saw that his dad had been dry humping a few times and mumbling something softly. That's when it began: he watched his dad's dick swell up substantially as he started to hump softly. That's when a very strong jettison of precum jetted out, shooting right into Cain's nostrils and on his face. Stray spray from the impact sent pre all over the sheets and trickling down the shepherd's body. Cain fought sniffling and coughing as the strong spray then dropped down his mucous membrane into his throat, tasting the salty, bitter, metallic fluid in the back of his throat. Oh but it wasn't over. His dad gripped the sheets and bucked his hips again, strong sprays surge out onto his face. Was his dad going to wake up? He didn't care anymore. He reached a paw out and grabbed the thick, swollen sheath, placing his mouth near the tip, and allowing powerful streams of his father's essence fill his mouth, gulping whenever his mouth was full enough. The taste was sublime, and there was so much of it. He closed his eyes and used his lips to push back as much sheath as he could, carefully avoiding using teeth on the sensitive flesh. The taste was so musky, the smooth skin of the cock that's been marinating in that big sheath for two days tasting out of this world... but he knew he needed to stop. It's a fucking miracle his dad was still asleep.

Cain slowly moved his head back, allowing that cock pissing out Robert's fluids to paint his face for a good memory of what he accomplished. After his face fur becomes completely saturated with the musky liquid, the thick canine cock slowly reduces back to normal size, sliding slowly into the sheath with which it came.

Cain didn't realize it, but this was too much for him. He was still trapped in his own sheath with the absolute most raging hard-on he'd ever had, and he was biding his time with cumming his pants. The shepherd stood up, hunched over to hide his silhouette as well as his massive bulge. Upon standing, he felt the absolute puddle of mess his cock as well as his dad's left. The spray hitting his face made bits fly all over the bed covers and it dripped down, saturating his shirt. He needed to cum NOW.

The shep softly padded for the door and scrambled out into the hallway. He ran fast and then noticed the taste in his mouth as well as the intense smell radiating from his face. This, mixed with the constant rubbing against the wet fabric of his underwear made him fly over the edge while running. He suddenly dropped down to his knees and scrunched up his face, suddenly humping hard into the air. He lets out a loud gasp and releases with a moan after, his dangling doggy dick spraying a different kind of mess into his boxers. He quickly grabs his dick through the fabric and squeezes really hard. Sure it hurt to cum with his knot in his sheath, but the feelings of euphoria and bliss were enough to drown it out. He shot more ropes of cum into his undies than he thought possible, absolutely soiling them. He grunts and pants heavily, the orgasm finally dying down. He sighed and sat with his paws and knees on the floor, staring off into the distance, completely satisfied with his newfound source of jack-off material. Little did he know, however,

Robert had opened his eyes towards the end.