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After a while, the empty bottles that seemed to litter the place started to unnerve Jayse. At first, he'd just thought they were rubbish leftover from the crew, that it was the heat under the lights under something, or that the cleaners just hadn't done their rounds yet. He didn't suspect anything until he caught a glimpse of his partner glugging down one of the large bottles with gusto. That's when things started to click in his head. Slowly, he'll admit, but there was something there now when he saw that only the buff Doberman was downing bottle after bottle of water.

He felt somewhat out of place, nervous as he awaited direction, simply keeping to one side as others went about their business getting things ready. There was no sign of the mutt, the guy who'd promised him he'd be there on this day to make sure he was comfortable and up to speed. It had been through bizarre circumstances that he was even stood here, let alone considering what he was about to commit to. Typically he didn't go clubbing as much as he would have liked - his work didn't really permit much free time out of office hours. He was either too tired or too busy catching up with the people who mattered he didn't have the time to have a fling with people who didn't. But when he had the rare opportunity to go out, he did so in spectacular style. When the time came, he treated himself; first was to book a special session at the club Event Horizon, something the owners had cooked up as a perverse little side show to the main attraction. For one evening, to those willing and lucky enough to snag a spot, subs and slaves could sign up for - or even be signed up for, if they didn't have a choice and their master was either spoiling them or punishing them, depending on preference - a place beneath the urinal. In essence, they'd become the living piss bucket for all the lovely patrons who needed to let loose the gallons of urine they'd saved up after downing several pints. It was a complex process of getting into gear, but the rewards were practically orgasmic - at least for Jayse they were. The second thing he would do was make sure he wouldn't bore of glugging down piss all evening, which meant renting a backroom and then hoping a particular visitor of the club that evening would take a liking to him. Jayse insured someone would by making sure the owners knew to make it a point that he was available for the evening and that he was particularly keen on being used brutally.

As it had turned out, the night went amazingly. Better than Jayse had hoped, even, as by the time the vicious crimson reptile was finally finished with him, ass dribbling with cum and piss, stomach full of the stale stuff, and body battered after hours of relentless use, he was left with a small business card. Of course he'd only read it and rung the number on it after he'd awoken from a very numb but satisfying nap, though it might as well have been unconsciousness. But he recognised the lettering and the name. Kaiser Studios, the infamous producers of some of the most well-known porn to those who were looking for it. Jayse was a fan of some of their toys, enjoying plenty of the range, but to have happened upon its owner one night and then to have spent hour after long hour being his bitch was a delight. To have then received their contact details with instructions to call them if they wanted a repeat performance was a godsend.

However, when the call was finally picked up, it wasn't the gruff tone of the master he'd spent the session with, but a politer, softer voice. He was introduced to Martin, a supposed writer at the studios, who was looking for amateur actors willing to perform in an adult film. It wasn't exactly what Jayse had been looking for, but when he chalked up the facts that he would get paid handsomely for his time and that he'd be able to have another encore of wild, kinky sex then it seemed rather silly asking if he was in or not. He was given a date, a time, and then a place - which was here, now, and very much today.

It was only until he recognised a face did it dawn on him what he'd actually be in for.

A Doberman stood probably a few feet away, having only just stepped onto the set. He was already dressed down, much like the otter, bare-chested and wearing only a pair of rather tattered jeans, patches ripped entirely to show the black and tan fur below, the thick muscles of his calves and thighs rippling as he shifted his weight from footpaw to footpaw. Two pairs of handcuffs were left latched to the heavy-looking belt threaded around the waist, clinking as they clattered against one another. A thick looking chain hung around his neck, something that looked like it ought to be in a factory rather than on his sculpted form. Oddly though, what Jayse noted the most overall was that he was glugging down a water bottle, not stopping until the vessel was empty only to then cast aside to join the many others already littering the floor. Jayse knew him immediately. He'd seen enough poorly pirated snippets online to know that it was the very same Doberman from 'Boys and their Toys' and 'Bad Dogs', somebody Jackhammer. The otter even owned the dildo they'd cast from his member. According to the site, there may be slight disproportions in the toy itself, in that typically when the mould had cooled and the product removed that it was a little smaller than the real article itself. Jayse decided there and then he'd figure out whether that claim was true or not.

Part of him wanted to go up and say hey, to chat before the cameras started rolling, but where was he to begin? What should he even say to a guy who's about to fuck his brains out? 'Hey, nice to meet you, I'm going to be your bitch today'? It seemed ridiculous he'd even find himself in this situation. He was a relatively ordinary guy, average height and slim build, blonde headfur whilst the rest was a tawny red and brown blend. The only things that he felt made him exceptional from everyone else was perhaps the odd tattoo he'd gotten over the years and his dyed cock, a vivid blue so that it struck out among the crowd. He'd gotten that done as soon as he could, and he sported it with pride. It sat waiting beneath his jockstrap, all tucked away in a robe he'd been handed after he'd undressed from his street clothes and got into the 'performance costumes' he'd been provided with. A collar was now sat snugly around his neck, the leather of his underwear feeling surprisingly comfy, with a bizarre spongy inner lining, and he bore a small harness that underpinned his armpits and then strapped together across his chest. A ring dangled and clinked from between his pectorals, perhaps perfect for a leash to be attached or something. Jayse supposed the scene already had the workings of something kinky in store for him, he just didn't know where or how far they were gonna be going.

Out of his daydreaming came the call of his name. Jayse snapped to attention, spotting the mutt that had invited him to feature in today's shoot. Marvin, was his name? Mark?

"I hope you understand what you've agreed to," he opened up with, right off the bat. It stumped the otter somewhat why the male would lead with such an ominous statement, but he shook it off as just part of the business. The guy seemed more interested in what was on the page in front of him in his paw than the otter himself.

"Yeah, I'm aware; kinky, perverted sex, right?" The mutt's eyes slowly looked up from his clipboard, brow neatly furrowed,

"Right... just kinky sex..." He trailed off, as if something was bothering him in the back of his mind but was hesitating to say. It didn't exactly fill Jayse with brimming confidence, "Look, you... you do know the sort of thing we're gonna be doing today, don't you?" Jayse didn't answer. He'd gotten onto the set a long while ago, how long he wasn't sure without checking the time, but nobody had really approached him and given him the low-down. He was in the dark. "Sorry, but where exactly were you approached again?"

"Uh... in a club?" Was that the right answer? "The Event Horizon, do you know it?"

A small glint in the mutt's eyes told him far more than he needed to know, as that frown melted away with a relieved albeit cheeky smile,

"Oh, I know it, don't worry. You'll do marvellously. Just try to have fun."

That was the last thing the mutt ever said to him that day. He disappeared back into the quietly milling crowd of the crew. They were all clearing the main set, a sign that things were about to get underway. Jayse just stood there looking rather dumbfounded as the mutt's words rang in his ears.

"You joining me, or do I literally have to use this leash and drag you here?"

The Doberman was talking to him. His eyes were glowering with a fierce look, something that made the otter weak in his knees. It wasn't that cliché romantic feeling though. It was something far more primal, something which almost made him terrified and fearful, if it weren't for the overwhelming desire to do as he was told. Jayse felt like all eyes were on him and that everyone was watching and waiting for him to make the move. But it was only the Doberman's gaze who affected him most, the air around him simply dripping with authority. The otter was sure only bad things would happen if he didn't obey, regardless of whether he had a choice in it or not.

Gingerly Jayse stepped up to the set, shrugging off the dressing gown he'd since been wearing after arriving at the studios. All he wore was a meagre thong, something one of the lackeys had shoved into his paws after being asked to strip down in the back rooms. Something leather, he'd found. Why they'd gone for that particular style had made no sense then, only that it would fit with a dominance-submission kind of scene, but now he was connecting the dots between the water bottles, how he'd been recruited, and now the thick looking dog that stood before him. Water - or any other kind of fluid - would roll right off should his thong get soaked...

"Name's Jared," the Doberman hissed as the otter came up to him, "But you won't be calling me that. Sir or Master will do much better, and if not..." a paw shot out and gripped at Jayse's face, squeezing his cheeks and forcing him to look dead in Jared's dark, broiling eyes, "You'll find things will be very unpleasant for you."

With a cautious swallow to calm his nerves, Jayse nodded, his voice creeping up his throat though it sounded nothing like his usual confident tone,

"Yes sir..."

A heavy paw was lifted up to the otter's cheek, thumb stroking across his waiting lips. Whilst under normal circumstances it might have been some tender gesture, the lewd, piercing stare and heave of the dog's chest with hot breaths sound thunderous in his ears, it made the whole moment so much more sinister and vile. It made Jayse's fur bristle from the electricity in the air, feeling the charge prickle beneath his skin which only added t the unease that sat in his gut. The otter looked up, the small difference between them leaving him just an inch or so shorter than the Doberman. It wasn't much, but from his perspective it felt as if Jared towered over him, looming above him with a dark menace.

There was a camera nearby hovering just on Jayse's periphery, not subtle enough to have gone unnoticed, but out of sight so as to not throw him off his game. Not that he believed he would have trouble with that; the Doberman's air of authority had him shivering at the thought of what would happen to him if he disobeyed.

"Get over there."

Jared heaved the otter across the set, giving him the first glance of where he was about to be dominated. Whilst crafted from what Jayse knew would be scrap materials the studio must have picked up for cheap from some local junkyard, the whole place looked surprisingly realistic. His pads pattered across tiled flooring, some cracked and discoloured, others from an entirely different pattern and style altogether, like a mismatched mosaic. Cubicles had been erected with grungy toilets installed inside them, horrifically old fashioned by the looks of it, complete with pull chains to flush and the cistern sitting high atop near to the ceiling. They were grubby and dank from their age, probably having been lifted straight from a skip without even being given a once over with a damp cloth, let alone any sort of cleaning product. It was meticulously on point, even to the stage where Jayse felt like the studio had gone the extra mile just to give everything that authentic look. Even the smell was uncanny to that of any other bathroom, where it reeked of piss and stale jizz, which only led the submissive otter to question just what exactly where the odd stains that speckled every surface, it felt like. Every wall seemed to be scrawled in graffiti that were smeared by these patches, some just blatant cusses, others being advertisements for special services - the usual restroom literature, nothing that would shock Jayse or take him by surprise. In fact, he was fairly sure he recognised the number on the wall offering tasty ass to fuck as one of the donkeys who now carried the camera that followed them - free placement, he supposed, though who would be stupid enough to try ringing a phone number from a porn film.

He had to laugh when the cameraman focused on it for far too long for natural filming - clearly trying to give his sex life a boost.

The otter was dragged over not towards the toilets, something he was somewhat thankful for as he was entirely in the mood to test who authentic they truly were, but instead he was hauled across to a further wall, a row of stained urinals waiting them. Jayse let loose a small smile, his mind flashing back to the club, envisioning the same over again only now with the hunk of a Doberman. He didn't even fight back as he was made to squat down, thumping to the floor as he was thrown against the far wall, cornered between two of the rankly smelling urinals. Paws at his shoulders kept him down, lowered until he was just about below the big dog's crotch level, tilting his head up to gaze at his dominator. The fierce lights that were high up in the rafters of the building were blotted out by the Doberman's bulk, his head staring down with a nasty snarl on his muzzle,

"You know what you are?" He sneered, baring his fangs in that menacing way only hunting dogs seemed truly capable of. Gone was the civility of a domestic species, replaced by that carnal, vicious beast that lay beneath. Sure, big cats and reptiles would always command that ferocity, but for the otter they could never blend it neatly with humble grace. "You're my little bitch, aren't you faggot?"

When Jayse didn't immediately reply, he was socked across the jaw, a whipped paw sailing past his cheek. It wouldn't have bruised, but it sure stung as instinctively he reached up to cup the side of his burning face,

"Well?!" Spittle streaked across his muzzle, Jared holding very little back. He may not have truly attacked him, but for the cameras it looked real enough. Even though the otter knew the slap had been carefully controlled by the experienced actor, it still ached along his muzzle,

"I'm your little bitch..." He said softly, voice already defeated and he hadn't even said anything so far.

"Damn straight," Jared barked, his paw creeping down the grope his bulge, adding under his breath, "Though you're not, fuckin' puff..."

There was the sharp sound of the fly being unzipped, the noise far too loud for Jayse. It rang in his ears, his eyes flitting down to the Doberman's crotch. Next was the sound of the buckle clanking, as the belt was loosened and opened so that nothing kept Jared's fly together. The jeans' folds part, his fingers peeling the tight garment away from his bulge. He wasn't wearing anything underneath, which meant that his brown sheath and balls were able to spring free with a slow roll; a faint smell of musk hit his nose, the aroma enticing as it was mere inches from his mouth. Jayse couldn't help but lick his lips, swallowing the anxious excitement as there was nothing more he wanted to do then bury his face against the male's hot crotch.

A hint of red peeked out from the musky sheath, the first signs of arousal from the Doberman. Jared leaned forward and let his groin grind against the otter's snout, letting his sweaty balls and sheath rub along the bridge of his muzzle, against his lips, and over his cheeks. The scent was burning in his senses, becoming overpowering to the point that there was nothing he could smell and feel except that lewd heat, the stench of manliness and pure masculinity. It made Jayse's cock twitch at the thought of it all, his expression becoming absorbed in the dog's crotch, like it was all he could look at. His eyes didn't break away for a single second from the tip, even as it edged towards him with lurching throbs, its hole drooling with sweet, sticky man-nectar. He could feel his throat become dry as he wanted to just open up and take it in, let it consume him, eventually feeling it slide deep inside until his nose pressed against the dog's pubes. The hot, slimy flesh rode against the side of his face leaving a thin trail of smeared pre wherever it touched. It was the heat though that was phenomenal. Even as Jayse sat there, accepting the humiliation as a camera scoped out the shot, he could feel himself growing painfully harder as wave after wave of fiery hotness washed against him as it pulsed angrily against his face.

The Doberman reached down and grabbed at the otter's wrists, lifting them up so that they were high above his head. Out of the corner of his eye, whilst he made sure to keep his head bowed and pressed against Jared's musky balls, he saw him snatch the handcuffs from his waist and fitted each pair to either arm. His paws were hoisted up just that little bit further until he heard the clang of something hollow, followed with the ratchet of the cuffs clasping down around something other than his own wrists. As Jared stepped back, finally pulling his potent dick away from Jayse's face, the otter quickly caught a look of what he'd been bound to. Each arm had been cuffed to a urinal on the respective sides, leaving him with his arms lifted straight up, bent back slightly at an uncomfortable angle, giving him no room to move. He let his limbs relax in the bondage, knowing he'd have to do his best to endure the next scene before being given a chance to recuperate - if he was going to be given a chance at all.

"Open up, fag," Jared grunted, easing his hips forwards once more so that the red monster beckoned towards him, tapping at his lips, "I hope you're thirsty..."

Jayse didn't have time to mull over what he meant. His attention was immediately drawn to the salty meat plunging its way into his waiting mouth; the blunt head, tapered only at one point, pushed its way inside. It wasn't sensual or sexy in anyway. If anything, the otter would have to say it felt mechanical, like the dog was just using him for something. Part of him expected Jared to bottom out in his throat, knot grinding against his lips, too fat to enter, whilst the rest was sunk deep into his gullet. They were getting to that stage, but they stopped just before he had to resist the urge to gag, his reflex not yet triggered. The Doberman just paused there, eyes clenched shut with a grimace on his face as if in deep concentration, until Jayse was startled by a warm, acrid splash against his tongue.

He very nearly spluttered, but Jared's paw clamped tight around his mouth as he relieved his bladder down the otter's throat,

"Don't you dare spill a drop."

The threat was cold and stern. Jayse dutifully kept his lips sealed around the dog's warm cock and swallowed as even warmer urine washed down his maw. The taste was bitter and rank, but he kept gulping each time a large mouthful built up, swirling around his cheeks until they were about to burst. The taste was heavy, though not entirely unpleasant. The otter had certainly tasted worse, especially from that club, but he chalked that up to the dog having hydrated probably throughout the day for the role. It didn't have as potent an acidity to it as most streams had, but that didn't mean it wasn't any less strong. Jayse was sure it had become all that he could taste in his mouth, even over the musk of the dog's member and the pre that had dribbled against his tongue.

The flow didn't stop for several minutes it felt like, the Doberman just groaning out with a satisfied slur, head leant back as he pissed into the otter's mouth, refusing to let go until he'd gotten every last drop from his cock trickling down his waiting throat. Jayse's jaw ached as he continued to gulp, unable to do anything but in fear he'd spring a leak on his lips somewhere and it'd dribble down his chin. The last thing he wanted was to incur the dog's wrath, regardless of whether the scene was staged or not.

But just as the piss seemed like it was finally about to start abating, Jared pulled back, practically ripping his cock out from between the otter's pursed lips so that his meat sprung free. It bobbed in the air, free to jet its last streams of bitter urine all across the male's face and chest. It soaked his fur, spraying all over his head until Jayse felt like he'd just stood outside in the rain for far too long. He coughed and spluttered, unable to pull himself away from the stream as it bathed him, his arms clanking as he twisted and contorted in his bound position. He was trapped as Jared just laughed at him, his cock finally subsiding as the piss trickled to nothing but dregs that dripped to his footpaws,

"Such a bitch, couldn't follow a simple order, could you?" Jayse was too busy coughing to respond immediately, blinking his eyes as he felt the reeking piss seep deep down to his skin. He could smell it all over him, that scorching scent of another male, thick and clogging, just drifting off of him. It was both foul and intoxicating at the same time, just like it had been to let his face smear against the Doberman's crotch. There was some innate desire to submit wholly to the dog, to let his scent mark him as his property and that his body was the canine's to use as he wished. Normally Jayse would have more self-control than this, but his mind was sketchy, flickering between wanting more and wanting a break. Fortunately or not, the side that begged for dirtier things to be done to him won out. He shook his headfur from out his eyes and looked up at his abuser affectionately,

"No sir, I need to be punished!" He said so earnestly. He was sure even some of the guys off set were amazed by his eagerness, but the cameras kept rolling. It was quality material, he was sure.

"That you do, slut."

Jayse wasn't given any time to react yet again. He barely had the chance to look up and see his light once again being blotted out by the Doberman's massive form. But instead of facing his cock this time around, he saw Jared's ass descending down upon his face. Catching only a glimpse of the black and tan cheeks moving towards his muzzle, Jayse's world was once again smothered into darkness as that muscled rump pressed against his face. His grunt of surprise were muffled by the sculpted globes, and he lost all sense of the world around him aside from the cold chill that had begun to set in as his piss-soaked fur began to cool and the low scuffle of footpaws moving around him - most likely the cameras making sure they got a good long shot of his face shoved deep into another man's crack.

The smell was overpowering. Just like his piss and crotch, Jared's ass had just as rich a smell as they had, if not more so. Unlike the stale taste of cum or the pungent flavour of ammonia, his hole though smelt of something far muskier. Jayse wasn't sure whether he should just delve right in and start rimming for his life or to wait to be told what to do next in fear he'd break the dog's dominance. He didn't have to wait long,

"Get licking, bitch! Don't even think about holding back or I'll fuck that ass without lube, see how that works out for you."

Without hesitating a moment longer, Jayse pushed his tongue forward with gusto. If he had thought the stench was powerful, he was quick to soon realise that the actual taste was far worse. Or better, he no longer could tell. The sample of the dog's behind on his lips was rich, sweaty and musky, with other notes of things he couldn't fully comprehend, but whilst his mind might have reeled at such flavours on a normal day, his body was responding in entirely another. His cock throbbed harder than he ever thought it could, and he was fairly sure he was leaving a puddle of pre pooling at his lap, joining the piss that was still sloshing around him. He was hungry, devouring Jared's ass with rapturous licks. He strained to push his face forward, the Doberman responding by leaning back even more until it felt like his nose was grinding deep up against the puckered hole. The otter slurped at the entrance, pushing his tongue in as best he could. He could feel himself breaking past the rim, the sensation of it clenching down upon his tongue eliciting soft moans as he ate out the dog. The tastes only intensified the deeper he went, flushing out even stronger smells and body-shuddering tangs. Jayse savoured every moment, working himself in like a pig-farmer snuffling for truffles.

"Fuck yeah, boy! Eat it like a good bitch!"

The words of encouragement meant nothing for the otter - he was consumed by the thought of eating out the hole presented to him. There was nothing he wanted more than to humiliate himself, drenched in another man's piss, lewdly slurping and groaning as he stuffed his mouth against the dog's warm, tender opening. His body was straining, shoulders burning and wet spittle dribbling down his face, but he was keen to show the canine that he was his little bitch, obedient and enthusiastic. As inelegant as a comparison as it was, he felt like he was making out with Jared's ass, driving his tongue deeper and deeper into the hot insides, tasting the thick, musky flavours. He continued to hear the satisfied growls of the dog above him, grinding his rear still against the otter's face without remorse. Jayse was barely aware of somebody moving around him, something he just assumed was the cameraman, but he no longer cared at this point. The chill was gone, probably hidden heaters on the set to keep him just warm enough not to catch a cold, but he still felt damp, the stench of the male's scent wafting off of him.

Though Jayse would have been happier to carry on slobbering over the dog's ass, he felt the Doberman pull away, his face emerging from between those hardened cheeks. Unconsciously he gasped for air, not realising he'd been breathing nothing but the heady, stale aromas of Jared's rump. He was amazed he'd not suffocated even, but he was sufficiently woozy, drool running down his chin and a hazed look to his eyes. It felt almost surreal, like an out of body experience. Jayse swore that at that moment he would have done anything the dog said, regardless of how filthy and sleazy it might have been. Already full with a bellyful of piss, his scent reeking off of him, and his face now smothered in the dog's musky ass-sweat, he was like putty, ready to be moulded and shaped however he pleased. After all, that's what he was there for, to please.

In his dazed state, Jayse was manhandled from his uncomfortable posture, his limbs aching more than he'd have thought. His arms were weak as he was turned back around, so that he was now facing the wall, planted on his footpaws. But he wasn't free for long, as the cuffs were never released from his wrists - he was just fitted to be facing the wall, his backside left bent and ready for the dog at just the right height.

"Spread them legs, faggot, I wanna breed your hole."

Obediently Jayse kept his stance wide, tail lifted up to reveal his cleft. He shivered as the Doberman's paw smacked against his rear, his flesh tremoring beneath the flat of his palm. But he didn't whimper except merely push his ass back into the dog's grasp. Claws dug against his cheeks, groping his globes as Jared sized up his prey,

"Oh yeah, gonna breed you so deep..."

Behind him, Jayse heard the dog growl, hacking up a wad of spit that was shot at his hole, cheeks parted with two paws. He felt the warm, wet splodge slap on his hole, a rough thumb rubbing in the saliva against his rim. It was pushed it with little warning, making the otter squirm as his ass was fingered open. Jared was by no means gentle with him. He hardly expected him to take any care, it wasn't like he wasn't used to the treatment. But it still jarred his senses when he felt his ass being abused, stretched open by prying fingers that held his hole apart. He grunted and squirmed but it did no good, all he earned was a sharp slap to his rear again and a growl to keep still. Jayse resigned him to his fate as the Doberman fingered his hole with nothing but spit and errant pre and dribbled down from the dog's monster. When he was at three digits, he felt the dog pull his paw back, only to be replaced by the hot, hard tip of his cock.

"Push back, slut, and ease up onto me. I wanna see you spear yourself on my dick."

With a begrudging whimper, Jayse hung his head as he leant back, pressing his weight against the dog's. He felt the force of the Doberman's cock strain at his hole, both of them grunting as the resistance gave out without too much of a fight. Jayse wasn't unfamiliar with getting fucked, but it was always difficult, especially given the fact that he was working without lube. All Jared had slickened up with was what pre he was producing and his own spit. Each inch of his cock was hot and painful, his ass adjusting but not quick enough. He didn't have much of a choice though; once his wrists began to tug at the cuffs, the clank of metal signalling his maximum range, Jared took over. He grabbed the otter's hips between his two meaty paws and began to slide the rest in. Jayse could feel himself spreading wider around the member as the size began to graduate out. It got to the thickest point before it tapered back down slightly, ending finally with the fat knot sat just at the end of his length. He grunted when he felt the flesh press up against his stretched rim, moaning as he was impaled on the canine's almighty shaft. Every pulse that went through the cock coursed within him, every sensation putting him on edge as Jared pushed forward as deeply as he could, hissing in bliss,

"Fuck yeah! That's the stuff!"

The Doberman pulled his hips back, keeping a solid grip on the otter's cheeks; his cock pulled back out from Jayse's hole, tugging the rim along with it. He could only gasp and mewl, paws clenched into fists as he felt his gut be dragged back out with that dick by the suction, the friction sending sparks all along his abdomen. His face contorted into a grimace, grunting and whining as Jared used his hole like a toy. He'd barely gotten out half the way before Jared slammed back in again, shoving the air out of Jayse's lungs. His body was thrust forward, bucking against the Doberman's ramming as he set up a heavy pace. Jayse might have said he didn't fuck around, but the pun was lost on him for the moment. His eyes were close to rolling back into his head as the dog pounded him hard, his vice-like grasp on his hips serving to only give him the impression that he was handling his body like a ragdoll, pulling him back onto his cock as he pleased. All he could focus on was the spire of flesh tunnelling its way deeper into his body, that knot just begging an entrance, as it was slammed repeatedly into him.

Jayse knew he wouldn't last long, he was too fraught and on edge to bother trying to hold himself back. Perhaps the dog knew that, but whether he did or not was of little concern. The otter couldn't try and restrain the feeling as it rose up in his guts. His prostate was being pummelled mercilessly, thick inches grinding against the sweet spot until it was too sensitive to ignore, pre drooling from his untouched cock that throbbed and bounced at his crotch. Jayse gave off panicked sobs of pleasure, his voice rising in pitch as he moaned into the air. They were probably all capturing it on camera, but he wouldn't know. He was too busy arching his back, head lifted into the air with his eyes closed to care. His body was shivering with extreme pleasure whilst Jared reamed his ass, his knot banging at his back door with a keen persistence to kick it down.

"I'm gonna cum!" he yelled, his body trembling as he silently begged the dog just to give him permission, biting his lip as he did his best to at least wait until he had the go ahead from the Doberman.

"Go on, bitch!" came the roaring reply, Jared's muscled body hunching over his as he changed his grip from the otter's hips to his shoulders, "Cum like the faggot you are, with a man's cock deep up your ass!" To emphasise the point, he gave a savage thrust with his member, jabbing him hard in the prostate, making him writhe beneath the canine's possession.

It was all Jayse needed to let go. He panted and moaned as his knees felt weak and quivered, feeling his cock throb before the surge of cum shot through him. There were only a few jets, but his dick pulsed each time as he unloaded all across the floor and wall, painting a gooey off-white. His seed splattered at his footpaws whilst Jared continued to pump his cock into his ass.

"Fuck it; I need to cum too... open up nice and deep, slut."

There was little warning to it. Jayse wouldn't have even known that he was about to blow if he hadn't have said anything. But sure enough, the dog was growling deep within his chest, his thrusts becoming erratic and short, though by no less any powerful. It was like getting jackhammered up the ass, his hole a burning, stretched opening for the dog to use. As he pounded harder and harder at the otter's abused ass, the knot slipping a little deeper with each brutal thrust that gave him a bit more length - until finally, as before, resistance was broken down. It was worn away by Jared easily as he put his full weight behind his hips, rolling them back and forth with speed, not letting up until it happened. With a sudden pop, his knot dug past the rim and sunk inside. He let out a loud snarl as he slipped inside, his flesh swelling to a huge size, plugging the otter up and tying them together. Jayse just whimpered, spent already and fatigued from the overuse, as know he felt his gut balloon and fill up. The knot was too large for him to cope, his cock milked for whatever was left within his system whilst Jared shouted profanities galore, shouting at the top of his lungs as he ground that last inch deep into the otter's rear.

It came like a tidal wave at first, his seed coursing into his waiting guts. It was inevitable, he knew, but it didn't prepare Jayse for the sudden flood that burst into him, the slick jizz working its way deep into him, firing off with shot after shot from the Doberman's mighty cock. It just added to his length, making him feel fuller and even more ruined. He could only imagine how he would look once the cock was pulled from his hole, left to leak cum all over his thighs and balls. The warm cum continued to pool, coating his insides until he was sure it would have backed up and oozed out his rim were it not for the fat knot keeping him sealed up tight.

Of course, it was all because of the knot that made what Jared did next all the hotter...

He wouldn't know it, but Jared had apparently been told to do an external cumshot this time around. He'd ignored the directions of the mutt though and gone with the flow of the scene, something Jayse was now enjoying the labours of. But he squeaked in surprise when something hot and wet began to stream into his guts after the sticky seed. At first he thought it might have been a small orgasms, something tweaked on by his clenching rim that had clamped down around the dog's cock, but it was too smooth and it kept going without a pause. Only then did he realise, as Jared gave a happy sigh, that he was once again pissing, only this time into his bowels. The otter just whined pathetically, knowing there was nothing he could do to stop him, as he felt the warm piss sink into him, his stomach beginning to bloat out as he was overflowing with too much. But the knot kept him plugged, it kept everything in, and with nowhere to go it kept flooding deeper and deeper, leaving a lukewarm sensation radiating throughout his guts.

Certainly, it was going to be a day he wouldn't forget for a long, long time, as sooner or later that knot was going to shrink and Jared would have to pull himself out. The otter could only wonder what the hell he was going to do with a bellyful of piss and cum with nowhere to go except out.