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Daddy's Home

I'm going to hell...I'm going to hell...I'm going to hell...

_ _ Zane had already pieced this together and, sadly, it was true. He was gay, which was already going to get him sent to hell, but now having so many times with his brother in bed, having the messiest sex ever was only going to put him in a deeper spot in hell. There had to be a special place for people like him yet whether or not he could figure out what that place was he was still going to burn.

He lay on his side right now, held in the arms of his nude brother, only hours after their last intimate time in bed. He couldn't move not because he didn't want to but because of his brother's ability to keep his huge dick still hard even in sleep, which included the baseball knot that came along with it. Honestly, he had no clue how Matthew did it but the Doberman managed to keep a stiff and pulsating cock inside his smaller and younger Dobie brother even in deep sleep.

_Ow..._Zane hissed in his mind, softly whimpering so his brother couldn't hear him. Over the past two weeks, there wasn't one moment in his bed where he could have peace. If he dared to set foot in his bed, he would risk another long and painful night with his brother, which actually wasn't that bad. Two weeks ago, he was a virgin, now two weeks later; he was like his older brother's slut. Never had he thought, even as he tried to make himself more comfortable as the knot pulled against his anal ring, in a million years that he would be some sort of...slut. The word always reminded him of some sort of skinny, round-rumped, good looking horny school girl who just got laid by every jock on some sort of sports team.

Now, he didn't have to picture that anymore. That "slutty" girl was now replaced by a seventeen-year old Doberman who made amazing grades and did all of his work. Oh, yeah! And his name was Zane! Zane! Who would've thought?

His feelings were at war inside himself. There was a part of him, the logical part that wanted to stand up to his brother and destroy that video camera and every electronic device his brother had so the Dobie couldn't blackmail him anymore. Then there was the part that didn't care about the tape, only the fact that he could have that thick...swelling...musky...long canine cock whenever he wanted. Finally, there was the part that wanted to come clean to his father and tell him everything, even though he would be in a galaxy of trouble.

No matter what though, he always seemed to go along with his not caring side. He moaned softly, pushing his rear against the larger Doberman's groin, getting a delighted moan from the sleeping canine. It was that right there that made Zane keep things going. He had fantasized about having some fun with his brother for a long time and now he had it, and more. He himself moaned as Matthew pushed forward and grinded his hips into the smaller dog's ass, sending the knot forward to pull apart the stretched anal walls and ring.

The light breathing of his brother also played a major role, even now as the canine breathed slowly, pushing his chest against Zane's back before retreating to let it out. The muscles of the dog were something to marvel at, chiseled like some sort of Olympian god and hard as stone. He may not have compared to their father, but he was very close. Those ripped muscles just rubbed against Zane's back like the smoothest of silk, pushing against his body like a dominant force to be reckoned with. The smaller Dobie didn't dare to move again, lest he get leave his brother's grasp, which he did not want to ever leave.

Only way things could go bad is if their father walked in and saw the two of them like this. Oh, God...Zane groaned within the confines of his mind. He didn't even want to think about what his father would think. His father was all muscle, not an ounce of fat on him, but he still retained a toned yet still muscular body by doing extra running. He still made my football player brother look like a kitten, but he did that to everyone he was close to anyway, so it didn't matter.

"Mmm...t...tight..." Matt muttered in his sleep, holding onto the Doberman just a little tighter, causing Zane to whimper again.

No amount of shifting himself around was going to change the position he was in, but the amount of pressure that was being forced inside his somehow tight hole was getting tougher and tougher not to cry from.

This was going to be a long night, yet again.

"Hey, yo, Sam!" Charles called from his end of the office.

Sampson immediately dropped what he was doing, literally. A stack of papers, which was covering his hard junk, had suddenly fallen over into a large mess of files and papers that needed to be organized. The father sighed grievingly to himself, rubbing his temples in frustration. He turned himself around and pushed the wooden wall that blocked that Great Dane's view of what Sampson did.

"Yes, Charles? What could it possibly be?" Sampson tried to act somewhat interested in what the other dog had to sad, but internally he wanted to go back to his videos.

The Dane chuckled before he beckoned the Doberman over. "They finally caught that bear in Vegas. You know, the one we've been trying to catch for the past year? Says he went under a false identity and became the coach of a little league baseball team and secretly had sex with the boys."

Sam cocked his eye and walked over to Charles, standing over the desk just as the Dane pulled up the picture and arrest of the bear. Late thirties, douchebag look, cocky grin, and frizzy head fur. His eyes and fur matched the description that was put out a while ago, telling Sam that he could now rest easy with less work. That man had been more of a headache than the dog had previously thought. Escaping the town he was convicted in and lying low under a false alias. What the idiot apparently didn't know was the fact that having sex with boys underage was only going to get him in deeper shit, because eventually someone was going to rat him out.

Sampson rubbed his eyes. "What a freakin' dumbass."

"I'll give him credit though," Charles stated, looking at the picture for a moment. "He most likely used only cash and no credit cards, never gave away his thumb print, and had to have had a make-up artist or something."

Sampson nodded. "Well, at least he's going to court and that's all that matters." The canine stated. "Feel sorry for the kids though. Must've been tough."

"I'll bet," Charles replied. "Speaking of kids anyway, how're your boys doing?"

There was that uncomfortable moment of silence that made Sampson cough awkwardly. He instantly felt sweat start to appear on the base of his forehead then start to drip down the back of his neck. He readjusted the tied around his neck and pulled at the base of the collar of his button-up.

"Um...well...they're doing just fine," Sampson responded, not lying and not telling the whole truth.

Charles nodded. "Good, it must be hard since one's in college and the other is getting close. Ah, they grow up fast." The Dane sighed, smiling. "Ah, I think I'll leave you be, you probably got some other stuff to do, don't you?"

He immediately snapped out of his awkward phase and chuckled. "That's right, still have to file the report and everything. Bye, Charles." He waved goodbye to the dog before walking back over to his section.

Geez, if Charles knew the exact truth, he'd probably arrest me! Sam thought frantically to himself, picking up the sheets up paper scattered all under his desk. Heh, my sons are doing very well actually, Charles. That was truth in general. He had seen it with his own eyes, jerked off to his dozens of times in the past two weeks, and had left a big mess one too many times over that time.

He wondered if his sons even knew about the cameras in their rooms. Was that a violation of their freedom? Even if they knew, they were still doing it like rabbits fucking their tribe mates every single day of the week and didn't care who saw. It felt almost like a taunt in a way. The way they fucked like beasts--which was Matthew's case--and the way they took it hard in the ass--which was Zane's case.

The Doberman couldn't help but eavesdrop on one of their fucking sessions. He still had the first video of when they did it, and boy did Sampson get a kick out of that. Zane was a hot, sexy twink with a nice body and sexy personality. The way he bounced up and down on his brother's meaty and throbbing length made Sampson rub the bulge growing inside his pants. The moaning from his son Matthew was even hotter. He rubbed his bulge even harder when he thought about how long Matt had to have been. The Doberman fucked his brother hard, sending his throbbing length inside the younger canine's tail hole, sending his red cock inside the tight entrance with god-like thrusts.

He pulled the wooden wall to cover himself from Charles' eyes. Once he knew the Dane couldn't see him, he carefully unzipped his pants and pulled down his boxers then let his semi-hard five inch doggy cock flop out onto the seat. He pressed the red button on his desk, which switched screens to reveal the film he had stored of his two sons doing one of their fucking sessions.

He grabbed his length and began to stroke it slowly, flexing his fingers against the sensitive flesh with vigor. Matt was on his back while Zane was bouncing up and down the canine's thick length, spreading that tight hole far apart with each thrust. Matt humped hard into his younger brother, using his hands to grip Zane's ass and pull him further down onto his cock. Zane moaned deeply, throwing his head back in intense pleasure. The canine let his tongue flop out the side of his mouth while he rubbed himself, panting quickly like a feral dog. The younger Doberman stroked himself quickly, gripping his length with a strong grip while stroking in a fast paced motion, letting pre squirt out from the tip of his member and land on the groin and stomach of his older brother.

Sampson licked his lips and gripped his own cock harder, feeling his own length begin to stiffen up to its full ten inches. He tried his best not to moan loud enough for Charles to hear, but once he heard that familiar sound of "Never Gonna Give You Up" he knew he could be as loud as he wanted to. The stereo blasted through the empty station, giving Sam the perfect chance to relieve himself.

He returned his attention back to his two sexy sons in bed. While he had been distracted, Matt had flipped Zane onto his side and continued to hump him furiously. The sounds of his balls slapping against Zane's made it all the way to the camera's audio, even their moans of pleasure. Zane backed into his brother's thrusts, stroking his own length in pleasure while leaking drips of pre all over the sheets. Matt held one of Zane's legs in the air while he thrust into the smaller Doberman's hole, pressing his large knot against the tight passage each time, making sure to stretch his brother's hole wider and wider with each long, hard, painful thrust.

Zane just panted, stroking himself while dripping pre all over the bed. He moaned as loud as he could, crying out Matt's name several times, even louder when Matt hit home. He backed as hard as he could into his brother's humps, making sure the canine's knot pushed further and further into his hole with each pound. The sight made Sampson pant a little, using both of his hands to jerk his length up and down, gripping it like a boa wrapping around its prey. He felt pre begin to lubricate his length, masking his hands in musk while he moaned deeply to the sight.

Sampson leaned farther forward, opening his mouth just to let his tongue flop out and land on his long cock. He gave the tip long lick after long lick, sending ripples of pleasure and bliss coursing throughout his entire body. He could feel the sandpaper-like feel of his tongue wrap around his cock then jerk up and down before making a loud slurp that had Sam shivering in pleasure. He could taste the pre that was leaking from his cock, slurping up all the salty, delicious pre-cum that lubed his entire length in only minutes.

With extra flexibility, he leaned even more downward and opened his mouth, taking a bit of his own cock inside the warm entrance. He moaned out in god-like pleasure, the warm member sending bliss coursing through his body like a lightning bolt each time he bobbed his head up and then down. He reveled in his pleasure, looking up with his eyes only to find his sons had changed positions once again, this time being doggy-style.

Oh, the irony.

Just before the father could deeply immerse himself in the next scene, the music died down in the back, telling this Dobie that he was going to have to wait another time for a little snooping around.

Sighing, he zipped up his pants and grabbed his gun. Work now, yiff later.

Yet another week, gone.

It wasn't like the week hadn't been productive, though. Let's see, what had Zane done the past few days? First, he came home on Monday with a ton of math homework to do but got sucked up in a very long fucking session that involved him mostly on his back and on all fours. Second, on Wednesday he was finally able to eat a good, home-cooked meal that he had made himself but was soon stopped due to his brother's arousal that soon had the young Dobie bent over on the table taking it up the ass for the next half hour. Third and finally, on Thursday he was cleaning the house when his brother got home from college and brought a husky friend along and fucked the young Doberman all night long while his father was away for an important job that would keep him out all night.

Oh, and he got a ninety-nine on his pre-Cal test! Oh, what joy! Well, until his brother decided to fuck him as a token of "appreciation" for being a good bitch.

Seriously, could his brother not find someone else to fuck once in a while? Zane was sure there had to be a few sluts, which he hoped he didn't offend, back at the college where his brother went to. Guys of girls, they had to be just as horny as his brother was, maybe even more, just to satisfy him and his urges.

Here he was, off from school while his brother wasn't, lying in his bed. He had no work to do and was completely bored out of his mind. His father wasn't supposed to be home for another hour or so and he just laid there, completely bored out of his mind.

Well, he guessed that wasn't a lie. His brother and father were on his mind, as always. Never did he need to fantasize about his brother nude anymore, for he had seen his brother and all his glory completely pound his ass so raw that it hurt and felt good. That canine cock was better than any of the toys he ever owned, wanting that pulsating meat throbbing inside his tail hole again.

Oh, god, he really was turning into a slut!

He remembered when his brother first fucked him, weeks ago. It had all been so sudden, so shocking, and, for the most part, exciting even if he didn't admit it. The way Matt forced everything on him made him feel so horny, sucking cock, taking it up the ass, and being forced not to cum. He spent the night on his back and in his side, being fucked around three times before morning came. He remembered reeking of musk, cum, and of his brother, which were also the only three things he was able to smell for the next two days.

His dream had come true, but had it turned into a nightmare? He did enjoy some of the fucking sessions with his brother, when he wasn't a brute, but most times he was usually in pain at the end. Few times was his brother gentle, and those seemed to be the only time when Zane actually had comfort.

Now, his father was a different story all together. True, even the young canine couldn't help but fantasize about his strong father either. There was just something about his father that made him eye candy, just taunting Zane with those gorgeous muscles and slim body and hunky, tight ass. His father had the most perfect fur that Zane had ever seen, not to mention the flawless face--that included jawline, nose, eyes, ears, and muzzle.

Zane may have "accidentally" peeked in on his father once or twice, or three times. To the Doberman's luck, he usually got a glimpse of the larger canine's flaccid package within its furry pouch. He was able to also get a quick glance of his father's family jewels, sizing them up to be around the size of peaches--not too large but also not too small, larger than Matt's just to show that he was definitely the one in charge of things even when he wasn't at the house.

Zane softly sighed to himself, facepalming himself with both hands. He rubbed his hands against his face and groaned out of frustration, wondering if what he was doing was right. Fantasizing about his brother then having sex with him? Fantasizing about his father and wanting to have sex with him? If anyone found out, he was sure he would be shunned by everyone for the remainder of his life.

Was he a freak? He felt like it. He knew it was wrong also, but it just felt so right in his mind. Nothing else seemed to matter when he thought about those two, and everything just seemed to be backburner.

He sighed again, rubbing his hands up and down his face. "What the hell is wrong with me?" He asked himself, hoping that someone would answer him.

No such answer came, though.

For the next few hours r or so, he just tried to get his mind off of things. He played some Pokémon, watched some old movies, and then finished up what was left of his work. It was a wonder his brother wasn't home already, pinning his brother to the bed before fucking his brains out.

"Oh, yeah," Zane reminded himself. "He's got some sort of party to go to. Huh, maybe he'll find someone there to get a load off, hopefully." He stated, chuckling a little.

He couldn't deny the fact that he was bored out of his mind though. He literally did everything that usually kept him occupied and still it wasn't enough to keep him busy for as long as he wanted. There had to be something to help take his mind off of things. No homework left, he was bored of his games, and he could every word from all the movies inside the house from memory.

Talk about being a loner.

He looked at his books and squinted. He could always resort to reciting all the Shakespeare plays' lines from memory. Hmm, nah, that was too many plays and he was sure his mind couldn't handle it. Shoot, he could just read through a dictionary or something to get his mind occupied or something but even that seemed to be too much work to finish.

The sound of squeaking breaks broke his train of thought. He got up to see exactly who it was.

"Oh great, speak of the devil," Zane groaned, running his hands through his head.

It was his father's police Ram. He pulled into the driveway slowly, almost seeming to taunt Zane further with the speed and the lust. It just had to be his father, out of all people. His father was on his mind more than Matt was, and just thinking about him even more made Zane feel horny.

He sighed again to himself, mentally cursing himself dozens of times. Obviously he had bad luck or else this wouldn't be happening. Even as his father got out of the car, he could feel a boner beginning to appear, tenting in his sweatpants to the point where the erection touched the wall he was standing over.

"Damn it," he cursed, trying to think of non-sexual images to keep his arousal down. Nothing seemed to work though, telling him that he was going to have to deal with the raging boner now. "You have got to be fucking kidding me."

The front door opened and then shut, causing Zane to almost jump out of his fur. He shuddered then opened his sweatpants, placing his boner against his waistline before fastening his pants against it, keeping his baggy shirt covering it as well. He called this the "choke-hold" which basically put the boner back to sleep, making it flaccid enough to the point where his father wouldn't notice. Luckily, he found this technique on TV and it worked wonders when he needed to deflate a little woody now and again.

He heard his father call his name from the kitchen. Zane quickly shuffled to his feet and went down to meet his father. The older canine was holding two bags of groceries, directing towards the car. Zane got the picture and ran to the car, grabbing the last three bags his father needed.

He came back to the kitchen and set the bags on the table. "There you go."

"Ah, thanks, son," he thanked, already beginning to put the groceries into the fridge and cabinets.

"No problem," Zane replied, almost sweating. He had no clue why though, the drops seemed to just appear on his forehead and travel down the sides of his head. It wasn't even hot in the house though, telling him all he needed to know.

Just after finishing up the cleaning, Sampson spoke. "Would you mind getting the shower ready, son? I just need to finish up a few things in here before I retire for the night." He explained.

Zane nodded. "Sure thing, dad." With that, he was out of the kitchen and into bathroom preparing the shower. He made sure his father's shampoo, conditioner, and fur healthy soap were inside the large walk-in. He also checked the water, finding it at a reasonable temperature his father would approve of after a long stressful day at work.

Ugh, did he just turn into a maid?

Before he left, he stood facing the mirror. Something out of the corner of it made him shudder, and they looked like a pair of eyes.

Was that...no, it couldn't be, he lied to himself, shaking his head, rubbing his eyes before walking out. He looked exactly where those eyes were and found no one standing there just watching him like some sort of perverted hawk glancing down at its prey before swooping in for the kill. He sighed and rubbed his eyes again, knowing he was just seeing things like always when he was in a horny mood. He even heard his father downstairs shutting the final cabinet.

"Shower's ready, dad!" he called his father.

"Be up in a few seconds!" the Doberman called back.

Zane didn't wait for his father though and just went back to his room. Just as he got inside, he stopped where he was, just barely shutting his door. His boner was coming back. It was still in the choke-hold too, only making things absolutely worse for poor Zane. He slumped against his door, shutting it now, yet still stood with his muzzle pointed right at the ceiling.

The sound of footsteps caught his ears, causing him to jerk his head towards the sound. Folding his ears, he looked away. He wasn't sure what to do though. The ranging boner wasn't going to go away any time soon, and the sight of his father, nude, would certainly help him relieve himself for the night.

What if he saw? It would be a very long, long, _long_talk about how wrong it was to peek on his father naked while showering and there would be many repercussions from it. True, Zane was a good sneaker but his father could easily tell if someone was there watching him bathe. Did he really want to tempt his father's all-knowing abilities and risk it? His boner told him yes, but his gut told him no.

Oh, fuck it, Zane cursed once more. Just get a quick look then go back to your room. Thirty seconds, max. Right then. He nodded, opening his door.

He quietly tiptoed through the hallway as best as he could with canine legs. The door to the bathroom was barely open, revealing a small window of light that tempted Zane to go further and further...and further. All the while, he couldn't help but feel as though something bad was going to happen, as if anything could go bad at this point. He was really close and all he wanted was a good look then go to his room and fantasize about it until he was out of energy. It was only a peek, he kept reminding himself inside his head, knowing it was just more than that. It wasn't just a teaser trailer that game developers do to gamers and make them wait, causing tension to arise just before the game is released.

Just a peek...just a peek...just a sneak...peek...

He had arrived. There was literally no turning back in his head, at least, that was what his urges told him. Carefully, he placed a hand on the door and leaned into the frame, getting a face-full of hot steam. The same fog blocked his view of anything, which may have been his father in there.

Damn it! He cursed once more, scratching his chin. Maybe I can...

_ _ Everything inside him told him this was a bad idea but he still went against every feeling telling to stop. He opened the door little by little, letting more and more of the warm, steam rush out into the hallway before moving inside the bathroom himself. He could feel the warm, moist air wrap around his body like a blanket, almost making him claustrophobic in a sense.

He was only three steps into the bathroom, expecting to see his father somewhere in the fog. Nothing though. The bathroom was blanketed in the warm fog that continued to grow in temperature, making Zane fan himself. It felt almost like a sauna, the warm, steamy air just helping him relieve any tension within his body and just let go for the first time in his life after being so pent up. He didn't even care about his raging boner anymore and just proceeded to walk on into the bathroom, unable to stop himself.

_ Good puppy...good puppy...daddy's here..._

"Huh?" Zane gasped, feeling two hands clamp onto his shoulders suddenly, keeping the young Doberman in place within the warm steam.

"Glad you could join me, son," Sampson deviously chuckled.

Sampson only seemed to get luckier and luckier by the day.

This was literally the score of his life! Nothing could beat this! Here he was, inside his bathroom with his son locked in place without any resistance whatsoever. Nothing could've been better. Well, if Matt was here then it would be an added bonus then, taking Zane from both ends would sure be a sight to see again but this time up close and personal.

He'll settle for this though.

It was truly amazing his plan worked. So simple yet so devilishly brilliant. Get home from grocery shopping, make his son get the shower ready, wait for him to leave, make the shower hotter then leave for the steam to build up, wait for his son to investigate and go inside, then swoop in for the score. Genius. It was simple but it still worked out flawlessly.

He wasn't complaining in the least. His other son would be a bonus, but he would take Zane as the prize easily. This was still going to be fun nonetheless. He counted the steam as a little bonus. Hot steamy sex was always the most glorious, passionate, and blissful sex of all time. Anyone who could argue that was clearly out of their mind.

Next time, he should try a sauna, and bring some friends. Oh, yes. That would be more than perfect.

He quickly turned his attention back to his son, the small Doberman just shuddering in his grasp. He leaned down and whispered into Zane's ear "Don't fight it, let go and submit."

Zane felt a rush of adrenaline shot through his body, but it wasn't the adrenaline that made him want to fight, it made him want to obey. He instantly began to relax more, letting his father take full control of the situation now. He didn't want it to end here. He had thought about this for too long and he was only minutes away from fulfilling his dream. Even as his father began to pull the younger canine's shirt off from behind, Zane could already begin to feel his will weakening. He still had control over himself but he just wanted to go with the flow of things, allowing his father to do whatever he wanted to the young Doberman.

He was literally at the mercy of his father.

Sampson, once able to finally able to pry that dreaded shirt off of Zane, slowly pet his hands rest on his son's shoulders. He caressed the smooth fur, letting his claws just tease the flesh underneath the fur before moving his hands down further and more forward, placing both of his rough hands on his son's chest. He heard Zane moan softly, landing on the larger canine's chest, letting Sam do whatever he wanted. Perfect. He continued to rub his son's flat pecs, teasing his nipples with his claws which only made Zane squirm and moan even more.

He needed to move on though. With ease, he let his hands travel even lower, placing one hand on his son's side with the other on his stomach. Zane moaned again, shuddering in deep pleasure without even having touched his erection. Sam smirked, snickering before shifting his large hand even further down towards the grand prize.

"Oh, god!" Zane nearly howled as his father gripped his cloth-covered boner, squeezing it tightly then releasing it, flexing in a way.

Sampson chuckled, rubbing the sensitive flesh against the fabric slowly, letting Zane moan, groan, and squirm without any mercy given to him. Either it was the steam or Zane was already releasing pre that quickly dampened the pants, making Sampson just go even more forward. Zane obliged, using his own hands to slip into the waistband of his pants to quickly slide the clothes down onto the wet floor. He brought his hands back up to his waist and slipped them into his boxers, awaiting his father to further tell him what to do.

"Drop them," Sam ordered, smirking at his son, feeling an erection start to form within his bathroom towel.

"Yes, dad," Zane moaned out, finding it nearly impossible to deny the canine any of his wishes. He closed his eyes and pulled his boxers down, letting them fall onto the floor silently with his boxers, revealing his hard, and pink eight inch member for his father to see. It throbbed and jumped after being pent up for so long.

Sampson inhaled the scent. His nose was sharp enough to detect even the faintest of smells, which included his son's musk. He took a deep whiff, letting his tongue loll out of his mouth in pleasure, finding the scent very strong and potent. It didn't take a smart person to know that his son was wanting this, and for a very long time too.

Nothing better than to do it to someone who wants it more than anything. He felt his own bulge grow within the towel around his slim waist. His body reminded him of Adam Levine when he was shirtless, whereas his son Matt was more like a very athletic and slim football player. Surely, Zane was over the top about his father about being a giant but by no means was he. To some, maybe. To others, just average, or above average.

He flexed his own pecs against his son's back, getting a delighted sigh of relief from the smaller Dobie in response. Sam couldn't hide it anymore. He took a hand away from his son's body and used it to pull the towel off, revealing his own red ten inch cock that pressed against Zane's back waistline. It was hot and throbbed eagerly, and was ready to finally let a load off the right way.

Zane could feel it too, the meaty erection that he had always thought about but never experienced. He could feel the warm meat just press against his body and throb, begging him to turn around and start worshiping it like it was the only thing he needed to survive. Not true, but that was how he felt. He slowly made his hands towards his back, gripping the cock with ease and finding just as thick as Matt's but longer and more--he sniffed the air, letting his tongue flop out of the side of his mouth--muskier than his brother too. The smell intoxicated him, sending him into some sort of horny frenzy within his mind.

It was too good! His father was definitely horny and there was no denying that he was going forced poor Zane onto all fours, or onto his back if he wanted to. He was ready for any sort of position though. All that practice being fucked by Matt was going to come in handy now that his father was the one in control. Though Zane could stop this now, maybe, and avoid this, he didn't want to. This was something he had been waiting too long for and it was just too good, too sweet, too hot, and too blissful to pass up at the point where he was.

In his mind, this was literally the point of no return.

All the signs that told him this was wrong were quickly thrown out of the window, replaced with signs that told him to push forward with this. He willed himself and backed his rear into his father's cock, letting the warm length press more and more against his back, keeping it throbbing and wanting more from the Dobie. His father moaned deeply, gripping his son's side's tightly in pleasure. Zane could feel those claws digging into his fur then pulling out, telling him that his father was enjoying this very much. He ground his ass into his father's crotch more and more, sending ripples of pleasure coursing through his body, feeling that cock grow even harder.

Sampson forced himself to not forced the boy onto all fours just yet, but was growing impatient. He pressed on with grinding his own thick length into his son's rump, feeling that enticing hole just clench just when his meaty length touched it, getting a delighted moan of pleasure from Zane in the process. He could also feel the steam growing in intensity, the warm fog just wrapping around their bodies like powerful naga's holding their prey in place. He could do this for as long as he possibly could, knowing the water would turn cold soon.

He needed to act quickly.

He re-grabbed his son's cock, flexing his hand around the throbbing member to get more delighted moans of ecstasy from his son. He felt Zane writhe and squirm within his grasp while unable to do nothing about it, panting and thrusting into his father's hand like it was someone's tailhole. Sam chuckled, jerking his hand back and forth along the length quickly, teasing the cock-tip with his claws which got an ecstatic whine of bliss form his son in return.

Just as he expected, he began to feel his son's knees weaken. Carefully, he started to push his son onto his knees, still stroking his member which brought him further and further down. Once he was finally on his knees, he stopped stroked and turned him around until he faced the thick canine's cock. He didn't even need to instruct his boy since the Doberman leaned forward and licked the cock from the base all the way to the canine tip, slurping up all the pre that came from the head. That caused Sampson to moan deeply, growling in pleasure as his son repeated the same motion again and again...and again, each time making the movement slower just to tease the dog. Sam wasn't complaining though, he placed a hand on his son's head just as he wrapped that rough tongue around the length and began to stroke it like a hand.

He panted and hissed, grunting as his son continued to use his tongue like a hand on his cock. The Doberman tilted his head back in pleasure as his son continued, roughly licking the length with his rough tongue but also using his free hands to fondle his balls eagerly, letting those large orbs roll around in his palms. Sam gasped as his son took his tongue off of his cock then began to suck on those balls, taking them one at a time into his mouth. He shuddered, letting look a few squirts of pre onto his son's face while he continued to suck long and hard on those orbs.

_ Oh, god! He's a natural!_ Sam thought blissfully, bringing his son's muzzle back to his length after being teased for so long. He still needed to hold out but this was just too much to pass up.

All the while, Zane sniffed that length again and opened his mouth. He let the first few inches of that juicy cock into his mouth, feeling the warm heat radiating off of it. He couldn't help but tease it with his tongue, getting more squirts and moans from his father in return. Just as he felt the tip reach a good point, he closed his mouth and moaned, sucking already on the length. He felt his father grunt and groan deeply, placing both of his hands on the wall in pleasure while throwing his head back against the wall, lost in the deep pleasure.

He almost didn't want to move from that position. Well, almost. He closed his eyes then slowly began to pull the length out of his mouth, allowing his doggy tongue to roll on the underside just to tease his father further. Just before letting the whole thing flop out of his mouth, he thrust his head back forward and drove the canine length down his throat, wrapping his tongue around it once more. He started to suck harder, feeling the dick throb and pulse within his mouth, pulling out then pushing back in at a constant rhythm that made him moan deeply.

Sampson panted sharply. "Oh fuck." He cursed, moaning. He placed a hand back on his son's head, slowly pumping his thick meat into the Doberman's mouth. Just with that thrust he shuddered, feeling bliss course throughout his body like it was his own blood. It drove him on, making him gently hump into his son's muzzle, keeping his full pace toned down until it was truly time.

He continued to pant and groan, hissing out from ecstasy after his son took the entire length down his throat. Sampson felt his legs begin to weaken themselves but tried to keep himself standing against the wall, moaning and groaning from the blowjob his son was giving him. His son easily had the best muzzle in town.

The tingling sensation in his balls made him realize just how quickly he was reaching his peak. He wanted to keep this up for as long as possible, yet he knew he wasn't going to last much longer if his son kept doing what he did. Panting, he carefully pulled his son off of his length, feeling that rough tongue of his just slide along the underside, causing him to squirt another load of pre.

"Turn around...all fours..." he panted, trying to catch his breath after the intense blowjob. "...and raise that tail." He ordered Zane, getting no resistance from the young canine in response.

Zane nodded, keeping his tongue flopped out of the side of his mouth as he turned around and got onto his hands and knees, raising his stubby tail for his father obediently. He felt his own hard member throb in need, needing to cum soon or else releasing pre-maturely. He could just feel his father begin to kneel down, ready to fuck poor Zane until he couldn't take it anymore.

The warm presence of his father's cock pressed against his tail hole, sending a shock of pleasure shooting through the young canine's body. He could feel it slowly start to push in, making the canine whimper and whine as his anal ring started to stretch out. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back the urge to cry and tried to replace that feeling with the feeling of bliss, which was what that cock was making him feel after it started to sink in deeper. After his father's first few inches were buried inside, Zane began to grow accustomed to the size, tightening his insides around the cock then contracting, flexing just like his father did when he was jerking the poor canine off. Panting, he grunted out, letting his voice echo throughout the entire house without a care in the world if his brother came back and saw him.

As Zane struggled to take the length of his father, Sam snickered, pushing further at a quicker pace. He himself let out a few squirts of pre, lubricating his son's insides to make it better for his cock to slip through. Sam panted, unable to stop himself as he pulled out then pushed back in, repeating himself several times while going deeper each time. He felt Zane grunt and moan back, throwing his head back into the air, howling towards the ceiling out of ecstasy. The larger Doberman moaned deeply, growling as he drove his canine cock deeper and deeper inside the smaller dog, smoothly humping into the boy with eager vigor. Nothing stopped him from this. He continued to drive his cock into the smaller dog, stretching those flexing anal walls apart with each, long thrust while pressing his thick knot against the ring of his tail hole with each thrust.

"You ready, boy?" he asked Zane, still pumping his cock into the tight passageway with plenty of energy left to spare.

Zane whined and moaned, nodding to his father. "Y-yes...please, fuck me hard, dad." He begged, falling onto his elbows after his arms weakened to the point where they wouldn't hold him up. He wanted this more than anything, for his father to give it everything he had without holding back.

Now or never.

With that confirmation, Sam nearly pulled his cock out until it was at the tip then drove it back in as fast as he could, thrusting in and out of his son's tail hole with a newfound energy. With each thrust, he made sure his knot pressed against his son's tail hole, stretching that ring wider each time for the finale. He could feel his balls begin to tingle again, sending rippled of pleasure shooting through his body again. His own cock started to squirt more and more pre inside the smaller dog, the warm anal muscles clenching--just tightening perfectly--around the father's thick canine length. Sampson forced himself to not cum too early, humping vigorously into Zane's ass as hard as he could, using all the reserves of energy he had.

Zane felt like he was being electrocuted, in a good way. If there was a good way. Still, his father rammed him with each thrust, making it to the point where Zane could feel every single spark of bliss that went through his body. He backed into his father's thrusts with eagerness, unable to stop himself from tightening himself around his father's girth. The young Doberman moaned, howling like a wolf during a full moon, as his father began to thrust even harder, sending out his pre to lubricate his insides further.

He couldn't stop himself and raised his rear higher, making his father almost stand back up. The Doberman was lost in his own world of sex, pleasure, and naughty fantasies. He smiled, letting himself go wild after such a long time of waiting. This was what he wanted! Nothing could feel better than this!

He was wrong though. While his father continued to fuck him, the older dog's dog-ish hands grabbed Zane's member again and began to jerk him off, finishing what was started before. He could feel those rough hands rub against his sensitive flesh hardly, grinding into his cock while milking him dry for his seed. This caused Zane to moaned and buck his hips into his father's stroking, backing into his father's humping like it was the perfect rhythm. He let out his own pre seed all over the steamy floor, coating his father's hand in the warm pre that became the new lubricant that let his father go faster and faster with his stroking and thrusting.

All the while Sampson felt his primal urges take over his thrusts. He nearly barked, driving his knot into his son's ring, almost forcing it in. The panting and moaning became more and more erratic, causing Zane to fall on his side and whine. Sam didn't let that stop him though and raised his son's right leg into the air, pumping his member deeper and deeper inside the warm tail hole. He could hear his son moan, making him snicker-pant while he thrust into the tight passage and jerk the canine's throbbing member.

"Holy shit," Sampson grunted, sending his cock deep inside his son's hole. "I'm about...to..." He was cut off with his son's moan.

"Please dad! Fill me like the bitch I am!" he cried out, grabbing his own balls, squeezing them in an attempt to get his cum out. He didn't want to wait any longer! He wanted it do bad it hurt! Please! Just please do it!

Better give him what he wants! Sampson thought to himself, howling after he started to slam his knot into his son's tail hole. He could feel the tight passage be still too tight for him but didn't care, driving that thick knot further and further until he felt the tight entrance finally embrace his knot, letting it enter. Sampson humped vigorously, slamming his groin into his son's side while being tied to him. There was no stopping the flow now, for he released all of his pent up seed deep inside his son's bowels, feeling his own seed warm and fill up. He didn't stop thrusting though and continued to slam into his son's tail hole, sending out more and more warm seed inside the boy as long as he possibly could. He howled as loud as he could, not giving a single fuck if anyone heard or not.

Even Zane couldn't deny that this was the best moment of his life, finding it hard to deny he was enjoying this. He could feel the cum building inside his balls, those swelling orbs just waiting to be released after so long. Without warning, he felt his father's knot pop inside his hole, causing him to cry out in pleasure, letting loose torrents of his seed all over the floor into a miniature puddle that grew in size every second. He could feel his balls draining after a few seconds, his cock finally beginning to stop spasming all over the place. He even let a few squirts onto himself, rubbing it into the damp fur, wanting to smell like his own horny musk.

After ten or so minutes of afterglow humping, cumming, and panting, Sampson finally let his son's leg down and carefully pulled his knot out, letting a loud POP! Fill the air for a few seconds before he turned to the young Doberman lying on its stomach. He could tell that this was what Zane had wanted for such a long time and just smiled, licking his lips. He had completed his own wild fantasy and was okay with it.

Now, all he needed to do was get Matt in on the action.

He hadn't even noticed Zane had passed out. Shame, he wanted some sloppy seconds. That would have to wait then. Better to have him at full potential than just in a weakened state.

Finally, he picked the young canine up and walked back to the boy's room. He un-tucked the covers and placed him onto the soft fabric, keeping fully nude however. Just after placing the covers over his body, he looked back at his own shaft, which was rock hard once more with cum remaining from the fucking.

"Might as well give him a gift for being a good boy," Sampson snickered, placing his cock tip on his son's muzzle, rubbing it into his son's face. He let out a few squirts of pre onto the Doberman's muzzle, rubbing it into the fur to let it set in the morning so his son would know it was not a dream.

And with that, he walked out of the room, fully satisfied with the productive day he had. He got his youngest son and his oldest was now on his list, and the best way to get him was with Zane. Once he could find the perfect opportunity he would take his chance and get them both at the same time.

He made it to his bedroom and turned on his computer, finding the link to the cameras stashed throughout the house still working. He snickered then flipped to the bathroom camera, rewinding it to the point where he had Zane in his grasp.

Grabbing his hardened cock, he played the footage. "God, I love my job."