Stalking Male Mothers
This was originally about someone specific; I changed his name, though. He says he liked it; he wouldn't mind a continuation. You may have seen this before, it was briefly on a yahoo group.
Doc Hauke
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It was about four in the afternoon when Jacob decided to go work out. He had purchased the home gym set about a month ago. Despite what he had believed, using it in the comfort and convenience of his own home didn't seem easy. There were a lot of distractions.
The low-built, muscle-bound German Shepherd mix thought of the Bull's Gym and Fitness Center, and how much he used to look forward to going there; not only to work out but to meet up with friends, and sometimes more than friends. But lately not many of the regulars were there. It was a strange, slow disappearing trick; perhaps one every two weeks, maybe a little more seldom than that even. They'd be having a great time, maybe a little even more rowdy and randy than usual, and then a few days would pass, then a week, and there'd be no sign of them.
Things were pretty informal at the gym; not many phone numbers or addresses were passed out, the main focus of things there was to work out. If more happened, then great! But it wasn't a place to make life-long partnerships, it was anonymous. It was better that way.
Sometimes something more meaningful came about, though, and that very indirectly led to Jacob's decision to leave the Bull's Gym behind. An informal couple, a cheetah and a wolfhound, were some of the latest to disappear. Jacob knew them both; the wolfhound suddenly quit coming one day. The cheetah came to the gym a few days after everyone had started to notice the wolfhound's disappearance, and there was a terrible change over his face. He looked tired, and maybe slightly scared. He would look at the other patrons intently, scanning the crowd, as though looking for something. He wouldn't smile if you caught him looking.
Jacob happened to catch him in the sauna, and sat down close; they were old friends and sometimes still became very, VERY friendly. But the cheetah was totally stiff, and not in the good way.
"What's up, ya goofy cat? You're nervous? Or just frigid? No WONDER you came into the sauna, you need to warm up, stud."
The cheetah just looked at him. After a moment, he blinked. "I can trust you." He continued looking at Jacob but didn't say anything else.
"Yeah...yes, you can."
The cheetah moved in closer but Jacob was somehow repelled by the closeness of the body he normally welcomed. "There's someone here who..." he trailed off. "He's ...he's doing something weird to guys. I think it's only dogs. Just watch your ass. Literally." He got up and walked out.
Normally Jacob didn't spook easily, but the fact that many of his old friends were gone, coupled with this bizarre warning, made him spend some of his reserves to get a home set. And so off he went to the normal routines, starting with his biceps and triceps. "But it isn't the same without guys to check out and guys to check you out," he thought.
The phone rang, and Jacob ran to get it. He picked up just in time before the answering machine got it, and said "Hello? Hello...?" in a pant.
"That's got to be Jacob," said a familiar voice. "I had a hell of a time finding your number. It's Raffe."
Jacob went through his mental list of familiar names, but came up blank, until like a good yank on the tail, he remembered. "Raffe? From the gym?" It was one of those weird coincidences, after having just been thinking about the Bull's Gym. "I didn't think you knew my number."
"I didn't," said the Doberman on the line. "It took some persistence. How's it going?"
Jacob smiled; usually he enjoyed being top but Raffe was...just huge. Muscular, tall, confident, almost a good dictionary entry for masculine. "Do I hear your heart fluttering?" Raffe had once whispered to him, as Jacob watched him doing bench presses.
"I was just working out," Jacob said. "I bought a Weider 650 last month; I'm still breaking it in."
"So THAT is why you've left the Gym! I've been looking for you."
Jacob stammered "You..you have?"
"Sure! I can't blame you, you know. We've all noticed that there's been...a drop-off in numbers there lately. The pickings there are slim, but I had my eye out for you. I'm glad this number worked--it was my fifth or sixth try."
The German Shepherd's brain was still swimming, a pleasant warm drifting upwards as his shorts slowly bulged outward. "Ah..yes! Well, I missed you too, a little."
"I thought you might have," Raffe said. "So, a home gym. Could I come over?"
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After some directions were given over the phone, Jacob spent the next 45 minutes hastily cleaning up the gym, and doing a bit of grooming. Raffe arrived just about when he said he would, and looked as great as ever. He was dressed for a workout, too; he had very tight shorts and a tank top that was also a bit too small; it showed his pectorals and abs. Jacob swung open the door and spread his arm out in welcome. "Come in! It's in back."
"Nice place," the Doberman said, sniffing and looking around. "So, let's go." They walked to the gym, and Raffe grunted in approval. "Not a bad little set-up. You're missing a few things, but it's a good start. Enough to keep you going right out of home. Give me a spot."
Jacob watched him crouch and pile weights onto the bar, Raffe's shorts stretching and bulging, his stubby little tail making a very tempting target to grab and hold. "In a while," Jacob thought to himself. "He'll work out, but I think I know what he REALLY came over here for." He smiled to himself and rubbed his own shorts absent-mindedly, rearranging himself as things got a little confined and crowded down there.
Raffe was a good deal stronger than Jacob, but that wouldn't have been a surprise to anyone. The Dobie snarled and snorted as he quickly did his set, then moved onto the other stations. He began slowly showing off and posing, knowing full well that Jacob was watching. After some squats, he lifted the bar back to the stand and leaned backwards against it lightly, looking back at Jacob. "Jake. I did miss you, you know. I think you also know I'm not here to just lift your weights."
"I...I know. I'm glad you're here." Jacob smiled, and hoped he didn't look too eager. Raffe begin removing his shirt and Jacob said "I didn't realize how much I missed just watching guys work out. But most of the best ones to watch are gone."
Raffe laughed, and Jacob suddenly paused, something inside not trusting the laugh, or the look in Raffe's eyes. They were a look that seemed to know a lot more about it than anyone Jacob had talked to; they knew the whole story and it amused Raffe to hear that Jacob refer to it. But as quickly as the feeling surfaced, it buried itself again as Raffe grimaced, trying to work off his too-tight shorts. "Am I going to get undressed by myself?"
It didn't take long for Jacob to disrobe. He was no stranger to Raffe's body, so he didn't mind missing several seconds of prime viewing time. He had sucked off the Doberman, and they had mutually masturbated each other. Raffe's cock, which was showing now, was too big to do without some lubricant and some time what Jacob really wanted. But now, now might be the time. He looked up and down Raffe's body, his own cock trembling and bobbing up and down.
"It looks like you ARE glad to see me, little stud." Raffe walked across the room and cupped Jacob's balls, and licked the German Shepherd across the face. "So, now that I'm warmed up, what's the real workout you had in mind?"
Jacob broke the muzzle-bumping and licking briefly, and nodded his head at a towel he had strategically placed before Raffe's arrival. "There's lube under that. Fuck me."
Raffe gave him another lick, then released the smaller dog to brush the towel aside, and came back with the little tube. "Face to face? Or on all fours? I'd prefer being on your back, hon."
Jacob obediently got onto his hands and knees, shivering a little. "Please spread it on thick, Raffe. I'll need it."
The Dobie daubed on a small bit and snorted. "Take it like a dog, you little wuss." He planted his paws on either side of Jacob's ribs, and started pushing his way inside. Jacob yelped and Raffe laughed. "Easy, easy. I'm not going to rip you up, but this will hurt like hell. That's what it's like to get reamed by the big dog, and you should never forget the experience." He pushed a little harder, making Jacob gasp, and Raffe muttered "You WON'T forget it."
Jacob spread his legs a little further, and whined again as the tip and shaft of Raffe's cock made its way up his ass, the chafing and rubbing bringing tears to his eyes. "Fuck me, big dog," he whispered, face contorted to a grimace, his fangs showing.
The bigger dog's cock continued its entry, and Raffe did show some concern for the smaller dog; he would pause, let the hole adjust and compensate for the girth of the intruder, but he was relentless in his pressure to penetrate Jacob's ass. Jacob would whine, muffle a cry, and pant, all the while his face in a sort of grin, semi-snarl, enduring the pain and starting to feel the pleasure of being so thoroughly overpowered by this dominating force.
The pair rocked back and forth, as Raffe pushed forward and Jacob moved forward too; then he was pulled involuntarily backward by Raffe's paws, impaling the German Shepherd further on the Doberman's cock, until they returned to their starting position. Each cycle buried Raffe's shaft deeper into Jacob's quivering ass, until Jacob felt a large lump pressed against his ring.
"Ohh, it's your knot. It's your knot," Jacob moaned. "No, no."
"Hush," said Raffe. He waited for a while as Jacob squirmed under him, moaning. "You'll take it. I know you can handle it. Someday soon maybe you'll endure even bigger."
"Huh?" ask Jacob, through panting and moaning. "What are you talking about?" He closed his eyes and imagined Raffe's knot. He had seen it many times, and found it hard to take his eyes off of the softball-sized bulge. It might not be to its full size now, but even so it felt so huge, so big. Jacob felt himself tremble, and he suddenly knew he must submit totally to this overwhelming ....MALENESS. "Push it in," he said weakly. "Begin this cruel labor."
He felt Raffe suddenly stiffen. "Did you say 'labor'?" The Doberman began to chuckle. "That's...funnier than you can understand right now, Jake."
"What do you mean," Jacob moaned.
Raffe leaned forward and nipped one of Jacob's ears. "I'll tell you soon, hon. Hold on." The pressure resumed, Raffe's hips pushing forward while his paws pulled backward on Jacob's body.
The smaller dog almost howled as his ring was opened wider and wider. "RAFFE!" he shrieked. It was wildness, soul-churning and uncontrollable, that took over his paws and shoulders as he trembled and struggled, wanting to submit but not being able to...wanting to be taken but refusing to give up without being properly dominated.
Raffe handled him expertly, no novice to this event. His firm grip on Jacob kept the smaller dog under control, and he leaned down to bite Jacob's shoulder, holding him by the scruff of the neck like a puppy as he drove his knot in.
Jacob's asshole tried to refuse the entry but was pushed open even further as the German Shepherd cried out. Once the halfway point had been reached, Raffe paused and allowed the suffering wrought by his knot on Jacob's hole do the work--it forced Jacob to submit and still himself, to endure the unbearable stretch. With a good push and grunt, with an accompanying shout from Jacob, Raffe pushed his knot all the way inside.
The Doberman sighed and began shooting his come into Jacob, clenching his gut and trembling in time with each spurt. Jacob gasped and quivered, tied to Raffe in an inescapable hold, the knot reaching its full size just inside Jacob's hole and locking them together as the payload from Raffe's enormous balls was transported across the span between them, spraying and coating Jacob's insides.
Raffe swung himself around, and they lay beside each other, butt to butt, panting in exhaustion as the flow continued much less violently, emptying the Doberman's nuts over the course of half an hour of bliss for both him and Jacob, the reward for enduring this forced entry.
As the erection subsided, and Raffe was able to withdraw, Jacob pulled himself across the floor with his forepaws, rotating half a circle around until he was face to face with Raffe. He began licking the bigger dog's face, occasionally whining and nipping at his cheeks, provoking Raffe to snarl and show his fangs in a display of mock aggression, and nipping the submissive Jacob back on the nose. They licked each other's muzzles for long afterwards, snorting and panting, later breathing more slowly as they recovered their strength after their exertions.
Raffe sat up with a grunt, and stroked Jacob's belly. "I should tell you now, so you won't be surprised. You'll likely feel sick tomorrow."
Jacob laughed. "I know I'll have a monster time taking a dump."
"That isn't what I mean. I think you know what I mean. You said 'Let's begin this labor' when I was about to push all the way in. You know, don't you?"
Jacob sat up suddenly. "I don't know what you're talking about." He remembered the strange knowing look in Raffe's eyes as he was undressing, before this adventure began. "I'll be sick? Did you...are you sick? Did you give me something?" He began to get angry. "Did you just...."
Raffe interrupted him, placing his paw up to Jacob's mouth. He then did something Jacob never would have imagined; he rolled onto his back, showing off his neck...one of the most submissive play postures one could take. "I know you care about me more than others at the gym," Raffe said. "I knew it from watching you and from how you smelled. I was sure you knew what would happen if we mated. Why do you think so many of the guys haven't come to the gym?"
Jacob shivered and didn't look at the Doberman. "They got tired of the place?" he said very faintly, not really a question, but a desperate attempt to stall, and to prevent what Raffe would say next.
"They're pregnant." Raffe rubbed Jacob's belly slowly, and what seemed like minutes went past. "So are you." He knelt and nuzzled Jacob's belly, making a small whine, and licked Jacob for a while.
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To be continued?