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The eleven-twenty Metro to the city was an essential ghost train for the Doberman. As he stood upon the platform whilst it rolled upon on rickety wheels, he could see the dim lights inside flickering from poor maintenance. It had taken a week of planning, far too much for the dog really, but he was sure it'd be worth it.

Normally, this was not Tyler's typical behaviour. At college, he always helped perpetuate the view that he was just a regular jock, like the rest of the lads, but he held that dark secret which he was sure led him to be that cliché sporty kid from every cheesy teenage film. He was gay. Undoubtedly, tail-raising, cock-sucking gay, and he loved it. The only problem being was that currently nobody else knew that. Nor did he dare to ever let them know. So as he stood on the single platform waiting for the doors of the eleven-twenty to open, his mind stirred up the memories as to how he got there.

He'd be trawling through porn on a usual weekend in, the lights shut off and the only glow illuminating the room coming from a computer screen which glared back with a video of some kind, a horse doing a mutt of some kind, when his eyes trailed to the advert.

'Hook up with hot local men!'

'Free to use!'

'100% discretion!'

On an average day, Tyler would have ignored such petty online attempts to garner custom. They always came with a catch, perhaps a hidden thirty-day trial, or a cost to access the premium features of the site. But the Doberman felt compelled. What harm could it do to just click once and take a quick look?

So he'd taken a peek, and frankly he became more intrigued the longer he took a browse. The site was, as far as he could tell, entirely free. There were no hidden costs and aside from the odd advertisement to probably pay for the whole thing it was fairly decent. The number of users was a great deal higher than any online chat-room or live-stream to some amateur on camera, and it seemed the forums were always buzzing with activity. It was something that had really managed to hammer down Tyler's interest to the point where he simply had to sign up. It was so rare that he could meet men who were local, especially if he could find a guy who accepted him as a masculine bottom regardless of his outwards appearance. Too often he'd been approached by camp guys trying to get into his pants and riding him; he was often hard pressed to find someone who wanted his ass for a change.

It was then that he'd opened up a discussion with 'Leather Max', a user who prided himself in exactly what his username said, that Tyler began to lay plans. It was impossible for either of them to meet under normal circumstances. The Doberman couldn't house anyone where he lived for fear of being discovered by friends whilst Max lived too far away to just pop by for an hour or so. Tyler resigned himself to believe that they would never meet, that perhaps he would just have to wait until he had a chance to meet somebody to engage in his more instinctual side, but there was a glimmer of hope. Max, as it transpired, as out of town for something to do with work, which left him with a route that could have easily taken a diversion to his neighbourhood. But the question of where to meet still rang out in both their minds. Even if it was a quick meet filled with more fucking than chatting, it still needed a place to happen.

Which brought Tyler to now; stepping onto the empty train and taking up a seat towards the rear - he glanced up and down the train itself, but it appeared to be void of any other passengers. It made sense. Nobody would want to head into the city in the dead of night. If anything, people would be coming back out rather than going in. The Doberman therefore sat alone, quite certain in his mind that nobody else would be joining him in this particular carriage, if not the entire train itself.

But that was when he first met Max.

The Pitbull dashed into the carriage right before the doors slid shut. It surprised Tyler when the man had pretty much come barrelling across the platform and into the same carriage, and he seemed out of breath. He didn't realise it at the time, not quite so immediately, but it was the user he had arranged to meet on this very train. Tyler though had expected him to join him later, perhaps a few stops down the line at the very least, but here he was now, wiping the sweat from his brow as all he wore was a pair of tattered jeans and an open leather jacket, void of anything else underneath. Hardly professional looking, which had the Doberman beg the question whether or not he'd come up for business at all. The thought of the male travelling all that way just to tap his ass was enough to have him quiver in his seat as his paws became clammy and his breathing shallower. It was happening much faster than he'd expected. No time to build up confidence or to steel his nerves. It was about to get underway in less than a few minutes.

It gave him time, however, to take in the sight of the male he would spend the next bumpy train ride getting very up close and personal with. Unlike Tyler's dress sense, the Pitbull had that air of roughness that came only from his appearance. The dog's gut, whilst rounded, looked as though to the Doberman that it would be as solid as rock. The build was filled out, arguably not in the most muscled of ways, but it certainly gave Max his intimidating figure nonetheless. His fur on top of his head was trimmed short in the familiar style of a buzz cut, going as close to the coat as it could, whilst the rest of him looked fairly dominant. He exuded that confidence which seeped from his every pore, making Tyler quite nervous from where he sat. Even just simply glancing over the back of seat in front of him to gaze at the Pitbull as he stood further ahead, one paw latched to the rail that ran along the ceiling, whilst only facing him side-on. The dog seemed oblivious to the Doberman's presence, his sharp caramel eyes uninterested in the back of the carriage where the Doberman sat, slumped in his chair so as to avoid direct contact for now. Even when Max glanced down the length of the train past Tyler, he made no obvious signs of recognising or even acknowledging him. It was as though he were looking straight through glass. Tyler wondered whether his bulkier appearance had confused the man, who could have been expecting someone shorter and slimmer than he.

The train gave a lurch as it began to pull away from the station. The doors were now shut, and the two occupants of the carriage were left to simmer in assumed disinterest between them. Tyler sighed, leaning back in his seat as he wondered whether or not to make the first move. He sat there all but twiddling his thumbs as the carriage shook from side to side as though it were a gently rocking cradle, lulling them along steel tracks that bore towards the city's borders. For a few moments nothing out of the ordinary happened. They were, if only briefly, both indiscriminate passengers on a lone train, unconnected and oblivious to the other's world. Tyler sighed as he laid back in his seat, realising that his little excursion, costly as it was, would be a flop and there was little he could do about it. Maybe Max didn't like him, maybe the user 'Leather Max' was just some lonely guy in some other part of the country and wanted to believe in his tiny mind that he could have gotten laid for one miraculous evening on a random train with the Doberman, and that by pure coincidence a dog of the same breed had shown up. It was beyond improbable, but right now the canine was willing to believe anything in his embittered mood.

Max made a move though. He straightened up from his leaning stance against a pole and strode towards Tyler. His eyes weren't looking directly at him and for a moment the Doberman thought he'd walk right on by, but a huge paw lunged for his chest and suddenly gripped his shirt, punching it up and heaving the entire weight of the dog from his seat. Tyler was slammed against the back door quite roughly, dazed and staggered, as he felt the bulky mass of the Pitbull enclose upon him. He had been right about the gut as it dug against his own stomach, two paws pinning his wrists whilst the muscle of Max held his waist firm; he was trapped as this beastly male huffed warm breath against his face,

"You're such a tease... making me come and get it," teeth were bared, Max making a chaste but powerful kiss against Tyler's lips. The Doberman could do little but moan pathetically and squirm, "Don't you know how to respect your superiors? We haven't got long, you know..."

Paws were clamped on either side of Tyler's shoulders and he was forced to kneel upon the scuffled floor of the carriage. A tent poked out of his crotch as he felt those paws now move to grip his head, practically engulfing his skull in their size, as he felt the bulge of the Pitbull grind against his muzzle. Stuck beneath the swelter of the gut, unable to quite see what was going on, all that Tyler could focus on was the clatter of the train and the sway that made him press deeper into Max's musky groin. He could feel the hardness that lay beneath, somewhere between fairly aroused and stirring to a semi. The smell though was intoxicating. It was enough to have him grunting and mumbling incontinently to himself as he groped his body, one paw tweaking a pierced nipple under his shirt whilst the other gave his junk a firm squeeze.

"Get me out and suck me, bitch," Max growled, his voice barely above a whisper as though he feared the train would lurch to its next stop suddenly, "Let's get this on."

Tyler could only obey. His paws swiftly yanked down the waistbands to both of the Pitbull's torn jeans and leather thong to reveal his package. The cock sprung free and bobbed with a life of its own in front of the Doberman's muzzle as he licked his lips. Certain species always had their perks, he had come to conclude; for horses it was a no-brainer, same again for the bulls. Felines had their trademark barbs and reptiles came ridged for anything's pleasure - but canines... Canines always had that glorious knot which promised a reward that marred the line between joy and agony so well. The thought of taking a knot, any knot, proved itself a challenge no matter what the size as it would always expand to goodness knows what size. It was the perfect way to lock off a good fucking and Max certainly surprised him. Whilst Tyler himself had never needed to humble about his size - any male he'd been with had always complimented his member, albeit a compliment tinged with disappointment as he never saw a need to use his dick that way - Max on the other side of things though was an exception. His knot, even arguably flaccid, looked as though it was swollen and fat. As his meat pulsed before Tyler, the dog could do little but gulp in intimidation as for a uncommon occasion he wielded the smaller weapon. Max picked up on this inferiority, perhaps because of a well-founded belief his prick was larger than any male he'd been with, or that he could see the instinctual submission flare in the Doberman's eyes,

"Fucking suck it, we're gonna cut this close."

The cock batted against Tyler's cheeks, smearing a fine line of pre along either side of his muzzle before he parted his lips and gobbled the first half down. There was a panicked rush within the Pitbull that was infectious, as it began to truly feel like they were racing against the clock. Though a cock of this magnitude would normally have taken the male several minutes to swallow fully, the imbued sense of urgency had him deep-throating the leather-fetishist within seconds, a record time were he not preoccupied with the heavy meat that slammed down his gullet. The taste was near-lost to Tyler as very little of the pre splattered against his tongue, but sure enough every now and again whilst Max simply muzzle-fucked the dog he would get a burst of earthy flavour dance along his buds. The knot battered its mass against his lips, but his jaw couldn't strain itself far enough yet - that would have been impossible, regardless of the impatient rush they were under. Still though, Max persisted as he tried repeatedly to tie the Doberman's mouth as each unsuccessful attempt made Tyler grunt and groan at the force that rammed against his head. He had to press himself up against the door just to prevent himself from banging his head too often as the Pitbull disregarded all else except his own pleasure. It was a turn-on, for Tyler, to be used to casually and with little interest from the male that abused him as to his own ends. He was left to his own devices as his paws pushed into his underwear and began to stroke himself off, sucking hard at the member that slid to and fro rapidly from his mouth. Slurping began to fill the carriage, nearly drowning out the steel grind of wheels and tracks, as Tyler could barely control the flow of saliva as it made Max's meat wet and dribble.

The cock was yanked quite suddenly from the dog's lips. He wondered why, if surely Max wasn't willing to get caught then he'd finish in the Doberman's throat, but with a waggle of one finger the Pitbull gestured for Tyler to turn around. In the confined space, he just about managed it, but he had the weight of this gutted male pressing against him, right above his tail and into the small of his back. With his two paws bracing against the vibrating door, he felt Max shift behind him, paws clasping at his waistband and pulling his shorts and underwear to reveal his tan rump beneath, his stubbed tail wiggling in anticipation as any dog would. Before Tyler could even anticipate it, he felt the wet slap of the slickened prick mash against his exposed pucker. He winced, unready for the taps, but he knew Max was just stirring his member up just enough to recover some of its hardness. The tapered tip swirled and circled about the hole as it waited, taunting them both, though time was short and moods were in full swing. The Pitbull pivoted his hips back. Tyler sucked in a breath.

Tyler was nowhere near a virgin. He had taken cock before, from a variety of sizes and speeds. The familiar sting of initial entry met with the sensation of being stuffed full to near bursting. Guts would be worked aside, ironed to a smooth tunnel soon enough by a heavy dog cock. The Doberman loved those first few brief moments, regardless of how quick, fleeting, or painful they may be. With no lube save for his spit, he was made to take Max hard and fast, the male refusing to stop until resistance overcame force. Tyler might not have known how much he'd taken for the overwhelming ache of being full riled up quick, but for the Pitbull's urgency it must have been at least half. He clenched his hole about the thick meat as it pushed into his ass. They had to stop, if only for the moment, whilst the Doberman grew accustomed or at the very least relaxed a little to let the rest slide in. Rough paws clamped upon either side of the dog's waist as Max made himself comfortable, adjusting his stance despite the regular bumps of the train along its tracks. How long were they now into the journey? It must have been at least ten minutes or somewhere near to that. Did that leave them with ten minutes more - fifteen at a stretch? Tyler couldn't have been certain, so with desperation he practically willed himself to loosen up, to ignore the frays of pain sparking from his ass as he pressed his forehead against the wall for better stability - he had a feeling he'd need it.

Whilst time was short, Max's member wasn't; the second half of shaft from the midway to the knot took far too long for Tyler's liking. He could feel every inch as it slid along his gut like a hot poker, the heat radiating out. It didn't help that every now and again the train would jostle, jarring his hips despite the dominator's firm grasp. But it worked to their advantage for short moments, serving to bury just a little deeper each time the carriage clattered about. Every throb and pulse was making the Doberman drool as he tried to keep still, to be patient enough and calm, letting Max in. He was stretching wider as the dog went, realising he'd have to be breached even wider than that soon enough, but he'd take that as it came. For now, he couldn't help but let his mind attune to the sensation as it plunged further into him. Always the first stroke, it was always the challenge as it would be the first to imprint in his memory, the one he'd remember later on after all the rest that would make his hole twitch and his hollowed, slimy guts ache. But it was oh so delectable for Tyler, even as he gritted his teeth and grunted out through the pain of entry, he loved every second of it because this was true domination. Unlike some men, who would kiss and cuddle in bed until the sun came up, this was a male who knew how to treat a willing bottom. His expert handling of his meat was enough of a testament to that, making the Doberman gasp and squirm as it ventured ever deeper in what felt like unending cock. When the knot finally pressed up hard against his worn rim, it felt like he had a foot of warm lead shoved up his rump, now held in place by the Pitbull's iron grip.

What followed Tyler would later describe to be the most savage pounding he'd ever received. There was little care to it, in fact it was devoid of any sensuous love or caressing feelings; it was pure and brutal. Max just drew his cock back until only the tip sat upon the gorged rim before it slammed right back in again. He went at it like a piston, as though part of the train's mechanics itself, working unceasingly and powerfully as it slapped against Tyler's sore cheeks. The sound just about broke over the din of the carriage, rude and wet, that knot battering against the pink ring of flesh that withheld it for all its strength. The Doberman couldn't even yelp out or groan as he felt the wind rush out with each thrust, hitting inside him in ways that left his knees numb and his arms shaking to hold up against the strain. He was by no means a weak man - he'd done his fair share of weights about the gym - but Max's fucking left him dizzy and clouded, as though an invading sea of orgasmic tides and overpowering breaks lashed against his mind's shore. He had thought about whipping a sneaky paw down to have a grope at himself, but not only did he fear smacking his head should he move just an inch, he also knew he wouldn't need to. Each time the cock bottomed out, hilting itself into his wrought confines against the knot, it tapped his prostate and had it quivering within seconds. Minutes now seemed like an age, for whenever they would finish it would be long before the train pulled to a stop and those doors opened. The Doberman might as well have been gnawing his face for all the restraint it took not to yell out finally if his voice ever permitted him to. Max was just huffing and wheezing away behind him whilst those claws dug along his tender cheeks, leaving the impaled slut to do nothing but persevere through the onslaught.

Max shifted his position slightly, manoeuvring his hold on the Doberman so that he now had the dog by the shoulders. From this new stance, slightly hunched over the kneeling bottom, he could push Tyler down against his cock. The only intent in his mind now, above that of the orgasm which lingered upon the horizon, was to tie the dog's ass. All regards to the time, to the urgency, was gone, replaced only by this instinctual urge to make sure his bitch would be seeded, ready to bear puppies. He stopped for a moment to widen his posture, only to then continue to powering of his hips as though he were supercharged. Tyler just made strangled gasps and moans as his cock flailed beneath him, spurting strand after strand of pre all across the carriage floor. There was a leak in his dam, holding back the reservoir of cum that Max was keen on unleashing. With his member wielded as the weapon to break down the walls, he battered away with no remorse, straining to lever the dog against his crotch.

The feelings were almost indistinguishable at first, amongst the brutal rutting, but soon it became clear to the Doberman his rim was stretching. Though he thought he could take no more, apparently refusal was no longer an option; the knot pushed a little deeper each time. It was slight, each time possibly only furthering itself a millimetre or two, but to Tyler it was glaringly obvious. He growled and panted, somewhat pathetically for the sounds were nothing but garbled nonsense, as the leather bound Pitbull took on an agenda of his own. They had both now forgotten their whereabouts, ignorant of the fact they were running out of time, and proceeded instead to goad the other one, growling and barking with varying degrees of success at the other. It was like watching two feral beasts breed, unaware of the world around them as they soaked in their own juices of sweat, musk, and jizz. There was little semblance of any wariness now between them. All pretence of caution or carefulness had long since abandoned and in its place now sat the lust that drove them on. Of course, Max was coming out on top, given that he had the upper paw with his prick up Tyler's ass, resulting in the Doberman being reduced to pitiful howls as they reared towards an inevitable conclusion, the knot slipping deeper and deeper still, each thrust taking it just that little bit more. The Pitbull had a steeled grin on his face, one of pleasure and victory, as he knew it wouldn't be long now, perhaps one or two harder slams more, until he'd be tied to his bitch and would be pumping away at his guts with hot dog cum. He licked his lips in the anticipation, driving his hips once, twice, and then a third time until he roared, Tyler yowling aloud to join him as the knot popped inside with a slippery suck. The noise was enticing, though it didn't mark the end - Max would see to that.

Using the small length he had available to him, he hammered away that last inch with all he could muster in a desperate hump of the Doberman's ass. Tyler was already cumming, though the sensation was failing to register to him, as his abused prostate had given up the fight long ago and just simply allowed the seed to shoot regardless. It pooled along the train's floor in sticky rivers that jiggled about as the carriage moved, wavering almost as the dog hunched over his mess. But Max was preparing for his. It rose from within him until, like a cannon shot, it tore through Tyler's innards and left him whimpering and softly moaning, leaning back against the Pitbull who clamped his teeth gently but insistently about the Doberman's neck, truly marking him as his bitch for this moment. He jerked and shook his hips as his crotch mashed against a sloppy cleft, watery dog cum surging into the depths in great volume, plugged by the fat knot that now swelled and bloated to block off any escape. Tyler was forced to take it all, unable to push out his overworked muscles to expel the flood, his only choice to allow it to still in his bowels.

It was then that reality came back with a screeching halt as the brakes were applied to the train. Out of the windows, urban scenes rolled into view in a slowing blur until both men realised they had but precious seconds to extract themselves from one other and to flee the scene of the crime. Max tugged persistently on the Doberman's hole, his knot stuck within the tightened ring of flesh, but his desperation outdid that of Tyler's strength. He grunted and yelped when the cock pulled free, the knot popping out followed by the river of Max's deposit he'd left in his gut. He thanked Tyler quickly before making his departure, just as the doors slid open to the station platform, leaving the dog exhausted and very near to collapsing upon the carriage floor. Hastily, he staggered to his footpaws, humiliated in that he stood amongst a puddle of male cum, the smell of sex ripe in the air despite the train's fumes, and with a warm trickle of seed running down his inner legs. His shorts did little to hide the sight, as he grappled with his clothes to make himself look arguably presentable before he took a walk of shame past mortified and astonished members of the public. He refused to look back, an ache in his gut, his hole gasping for air as it drooled another man's jizz down his leg, all the while his only thought, above that of the horrific embarrassment, was when he could meet the leathered stub of a Pitbull for a proper, full-on session.