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A Bet's a Bet

Every Tuesday that winter their routine was simple: the two would smoke a bodacious bowl, and after, once the CRT TV would crackle to life with Alex Trebek's familiar voice, 'This is Jeopardy,' they'd roll a fattie.

Riley was from a rinky-dink town in Colorado that Denny couldn't place; he just knew it had something to do with a 'cock—that much he was sure of. 'Cocken,' 'Cockingham,' or something like that.

"Woody Creek" Riley enunciated in an onerous tone. He was a twink by all accounts except for his fanatic hobby; by 19 he was the sort of Border Collie that hadn't missed a Friday Night Magic the Gathering in five years.

Denny on the other hand was a chubby German Shepherd—auto mechanic by trade and by his mid-30s was quickly entering his 'platonic-dad' phase, not by choice, but because at 36 he was rapidly aging-out of the kink scene.

Denny used to be such a stud in his day too: a real dommy dog with a penchant for torturing stupid dogs—forcing them into abstinence, torturing their balls with a 9-volt battery, throat-training, but things had dried-up over the last few years. He had two working theories to explain the dry-spell: #1 that there was a digital bathroom wall, e.g., some chan-board where subs could report rough masters, or #2 and the more plausible theory, that he was simply aging out of the scene.

Denny kept a pipe in his sock drawer that was blown to the bulbous shape of a dog's penis; you would smoke from the angular tip and pack bud into the knot. Denny was wholly convinced his skunky paw odor was the result of stashing his weed in the sock drawer. He'd say, "Ooooof, my paws are so dank today," or "I really need to find a new stash-box; smell this", wiggling his toes in-front of his roommate, but Riley didn't seem to mind; maybe his nose was broken. He even once leaned in and smelled Denny's paws, remarking, "No, they smell fine to me."

Denny pulled a bowl from what appeared to be thin air, a little parlor trick he learned in 2am bars. "You ready to give me head?", pointing the tip of the glass cock at his friend.

"Dude, no action on the apps?"

"Lots of messages..." He rolled his eyes. "Bunch of bottoms 200 miles away..."

The shaggy shep held the pipe to Riley's lips. "That's it boy, play with the tip." He guided the pipe further into Riley's maw, adding "like I showed you".

"Dude!" Hack, Cough. "Dude you're gonna' make me choke."

"Typical collie." He cast a dead-pan-stare back at his friend, as if to say, "Prove me wrong."

Riley had seen this look before, at least in porno mags and a few National Geographics; it was the same look carnivores get when ogling a prey animal. The look said it all—"I'm horny, and you're the answer.

Denny: "Dude, it's hot as fuck in here," still holding the pipe for Riley.

If you've ever lived through a Chicago winter you'd know that radiators can turn an apartment into a sweaty hell, and today was no exception; both canines were panting like it was high-noon.

The shepherd, with a devious look, "I have an idea but it's kinda' gay."

After 30 seconds of pondering what he meant by 'kindda' gay', Riley finally caved. "What's this idea?"

"Hear me out. We've seen each-other naked, no big deal, right? What if we go all-natural tonight?" He said it the way he heard it in movies, "AWL-NA-CHURE-AWL". Denny added, "Beats sweating our balls off?"

"I don't know dog...what if one of us gets a boner. I don't wanna' cross a line."

"Dude, you know how many red-rockets I've seen. A cock's a cock,"

"So, we're nudists now?"

"I mean...if you wanna' think about it that way. I could see being a nudist. I have the perfect shirt for it," pointing at his floral-patterned tee.

"I don't think nudist wear Hawaiian shirts."

"Hey, I'll go first. It's really not a big deal! Here!" Denny started tugging his shirt from behind.

Eyeing the thermostat, which he knew read a few degrees below the actual temperature, 91F. "Fine, what the hell."

"You're gonna' have some eye-candy tonight." Denny smirked kicking one paw out of his jeans followed by the other.

"Yeah, right!" Riley hiked his shirt off revealing a lean, 4-pack, and then his jean, showing a tight buttocks thinly clad in cotton.

"Here goes nothing." Denny dropped his boxers to the floor, kicking them aside with a little stumble. "See, no big deal, right?", sitting on the sofa with his arms behind his back and that same eager stare from before, the one all dogs get in the presence of a bitch. "Well come on now. I got naked in-front of you." Denny licked his chops, eyeing the collie like he was a cut of steak.

As the collie slipped out of his underwear, Denny noticed how his belly was stippled in espresso fur that transitioned to a solid black, along with a mess of scruff hanging off his balls like a goatee.

Denny felt a chub forming immediately, so he quickly repeated to himself a phrase he learned in community college. It was his way of distracting himself, keeping the hog at bay, and it had to do with internal combustion—"Suck, Squeeze, Bang, Blow...Suck, Squeeze, Bang, Blow." Fuck, this wasn't helping at all...he wanted to do at least four of those things to Riley. He was going to get lipstick in no-time. He needed to think of something to kill his boner. Think Denny, Think! Vin Diesel as Dominic Toretto. Yes, he could work with this.

"I live my life a quarter-mile at a time. Nothing else matters: not the mortgage, not the store, not my team..." He repeated it line for line, an internal monologue to distract himself from the naked collie in the room. He actually remembered impressing his friends back in 8th grade by reciting these lines. Haha! It was working! He could feel his penis softening. He kept repeating the lines to himself.

"Dude, hello? You've been staring at me for a whole minute. Awkward!" Riley added a valley-girl inflection, along with a snap of his fingers.

"Dude, strong weed today. I totally spaced." Denny paused for a moment, looking for some sort of escape, hell, he'd welcome a tacit look at this point: anything to defuse the tension. God, he thought to himself, that's one smoking collie though.

They had a third tradition, a relatively new one; it was actually Denny's favorite perk of having the collie as his roommate.

Riley was working on becoming a licensed masseuse, so he was naturally looking for dogs to practice on, and Denny who hadn't been touched sensually in months was all over the proposition.

"It's my paws today doc." Denny arranged himself on the couch lengthwise like a hotdog (typical dog, taking up the whole couch). Riley hadn't even sat down yet. "Oh, oh and my inner-thighs."

"Oh? You still want a massage—like this?" Riley held the back of his neck incredulously. "Naked?"

"I mean, people get nude massages all the time. It's no big deal, right?" Denny wiggled his paws at the end of the sofa.

"We haven't gotten to paws yet, but I can probably wing it. For the record, this is pretty 'gayyyy'."

Riley stared at the shep's paws, trying to find a 'nonchalant' mindset; the shep was right, he's going to massage naked people at some point. "Tell you what. I could use the practice, but if you pop a boner, you owe 'me' a paw rub." He really emphasized the 'me' in his wager.

"I'll do you one better. If I chub first, I'll give your beans a kiss, but if you chub first, you suck each one of my toes?" Denny stared at Riley with those piercing lascivious eyes, as dark as caviar, and then back at his toes.

Riley could tell Denny was dead-serious about the wager. They had passed the playful teasing phase and were moving to the real game.

"Haha this is gonna' be easy. You really okay kissing another guy's feet though?"

"Not going to happen." He smiled smugly. "So, it's a deal then?" Denny lifted his paws so the collie could shuffle past him onto the sofa, and those same paws lowered right onto Riley's lap like a seatbelt.

Riley: "Deal!"

"Haha, hate to break it to you, but I wasn't asleep last week. I know your dirty secret."

Riley was mortified. It was only a few sniffs...and he really couldn't help himself. It was just his canine instincts taking over. He swore to God he was half bloodhound. So, what, he had a paw fetish, and was simping for his roommate's paws. Oh my god, those pink pads and fat beans—that chubby dog had the prettiest paws, and there was always a bead of sweat glistening on each sole, begging to be lapped-up. So maybe this wasn't going to be as easy as he thought, but if he wanted to be a masseuse, he couldn't get lipstick any time a cute pair of paws walked in the door.

Riley: "What are you talking about?" He held Denny's thick heels in each palm, noticing for the first time how heavy they were. They were both on the couch lengthwise at this point: a hotdog with double meat.

Denny: "I'm not going to elaborate. I know you like my paws. Go ahead, give 'em a sniff like you did last week."

The jig was up, and he felt so helpless, and randy too. Oh shit, he remembered this was a competition, and he didn't want to lose, or did he? I mean, he'd wanted those paws ever since he laid eyes on them. Would it be that bad if he threw the game?

It all started a few weeks ago. Riley was giving his roommate a Swedish massage, and apparently a good one cus' Denny was snoring like a freight-train five minutes in. That's when it happened. Riley couldn't help himself. He shoved his nose in-between those wet beans and huffed like an addict: a shallow breath like he was testing the air, followed by a long savoring wiff. He swore he couldn't help himself. It was like his nose guided him there. Denny had this funky odor to his feet like he'd stomped on a bag of chips. God, he wanted to be covered in that scent, drenched in Denny's odor. He wanted other dogs to smell those dirty paws on his fur and know he was someone's paw-bitch. Ugh, he even slid his tongue in-between Denny's toes. He was such a nasty paw-slut, but at least his roommate was asleep...

God, how humiliating! What was wrong with him; other guys weren't horny for feet. Why did he find Denny's feet so attractive, and worst of all, the shep wasn't even asleep afterall; he knew all about his freak foot fetish.

One of Denny's paws slid heel-first onto the collie's sheath. "This way I can 'feel' you lose." Denny raised an eyebrow.

The collie centered himself. He could win this bet; he had to just... He opened his eyes and there it was—Denny's red-rocket launching from its pad, heaving up and down with each breath.

Riley: "Guess, there's gonna' be six more weeks of winter."

"What? Oh, shut-up." Denny felt a warm crosswind on the tip of his cock; his most private parts on display, and worst of all, he lost the bet! "Duuuuude. I can't believe I blew it! Shittttt. What kind of top kisses a bottom's feet?" He needed to reframe this somehow. He wiggled his toes. "I still get my mine first though, right?"

"Oh, yeah. I could use the practice."

"Yeah, get to work...bitch."

Riley stared him down.

At this point, the Shep was sporting a full-on chub—an inch out of his sheath and shifting from pink to veiny red. Denny's cock was straining with each breath as he mumbled, "I bet you still wanna' sniff 'um."

The collie was done being coy. It was clear that Denny wanted it as much he did. Cocks were out, paws were out, and there was just one thing left to do. He lifted Denny's thick paws so they were eye-level, staring between those toes at a pair of demanding eyes.

Denny: "Oh, that feels goooood."

Riley was just getting started. He had fantasized about having these paws to himself for a while now...the feeling of another man imposing his will on him. He had fantasized about Denny using his face like a doormat after a long day of work. He could be a good boy and please him like no other bitch would. God, he had fantasized about this moment for so long, and now it was right in-front of him—plump, sweaty paws wiggling inches from his sensitive nose.

Riley placed his lips on the dog's big toe, feeling the claw clank against his teeth, tasting its earthiness as he sucked it down to its base. This is where he needed to be...servicing Denny, pampering those beautiful feet like they belonged to a Prince. He even pictured himself cooking and cleaning around the house.

Denny's first instinct was to say something demeaning like, 'Look at you go' or 'I know you wanted this,' but as he watched the collie suckling his big toe, he realized, he had a good thing going here. Instead, he simply barked, "Don't forget the other one. It needs love too." Denny put one arm behind his back forming a pillow as he wrestled his knot free with the other. A dog could get used to this to this sort of treatment, and having a young collie glued to his toes was quite the view. He looked at Riley dotingly. It wasn't a demeaning or cocky expression; it was one of love—he appreciated that the boy knew his place. He bent both paws around Riley's muzzle and wiped his sweat off on his fur.

The collie was ravenous and went in for seconds, this time slipping his tongue in-between the dog's toes, which was a mistake cus' Denny immediately squeeze them together. "What's wrong boy? Dog got your tongue?" Now he was playing a cruel game and seeing how far he could take it. "Why don't you tell me what you like best about my paws?"

Riley was blinking absently. "Dike dis? I can' dalk. You got ma' 'ounge."

"God, you look so cute down there. Yeah, like that. Use your big-boy words."

"I 'ove your paws."

"But what in particular?", narrowing his eyes.

"'ow 'hick they ar'"

"What, I didn't quite get that." He squeezed harder until Riley's tongue slipped out.

"How thick they are."

"You still owe me a paw rub later...not a tongue bath."

Between his legs, Denny witnessed the exact moment the collie's pink lipstick slipped out. It was thinner and paler than his, with no visible veins. God, the contrast of livid pink against espresso-fur was so stunning. Despite being a dom, Denny still appreciated a nice-looking cock: something for his belly to bounce on.

"Eeeep." Riley crossed his legs after realizing he was showing. He was still kind of shy about nudity, and this was even worse than being naked; his little guy was on full-display, peaking from its hiding place.

"Dude, I've seen a hundred boners. Really it's no big deal." The shep did his best to be nonchalant, parting one of the collie's legs like it was a palm, saying, "Crikey, what do we 'ave 'ere. Dude, seriously though, you have a beautiful cock. I've seen a lot of slongs, but yours is pretty nice."

Riley was covering his face and blushing. "Really?"

"Dude, I wouldn't lie to you. Too bad you're a bottom. Pretty useless, isn't it?"

"So, a bet's a bet. Lemme' see those beans." Riley had given a few paw-rubs in his day, but he'd never kissed anyone's paws, let alone a man's. The idea of kissing some dude's feet made him a little queasy, but a bet's a bet. Denny didn't have a fetish for paws whatsoever, but he was starting to have a thing for guys that did. "Come on. Paws here," begrudgingly.

Denny held those delicate pads, examining them closely, looking at Riley's ashen soles, and just now noticing how the collie's nails were pink. God, femboys gave Denny such a raging boner. "Okay buddy, don't get used to this." He held those long, flat paws between his fingers; the collie's digits were longer like a rabbit's, with translucent dewclaws. "Reminds me of my ex's paws. She was also a collie."

Being compared to an actual bitch made Riley's brain flap like a little bird; God, it was so emasculating to be compared to an actual woman. It was that same feeling he had in gym class, back in high school, when his best friend used to tease him about the size of his balls. While the shep began moving his digits across those delicate pads, following the curvature of Riley's arches, down to his heels, Riley was day-dreaming, remembering the day he moved in with Denny.

"Definitely Vixen paws." Denny gave one paw the quickest kiss, his lips barely grazing its surface, and he quickly wiped his mouth off like a five-year-old. Part of it was about maintaining his alpha-dog facade. It starts with liking paws and soon enough there's a frathouse 'running a train on your ass'. "I don't see why you like paws so much; they're kinda' clammy if you ask me, sigh...but I'll admit, yours are pretty nice."

He rubbed in little circles, pushing his thumbs into the squishy pads, feeling those toes twitch under his pressure.

Denny: "Man, you suck at getting a paw rub. Dude, you snored through the whole thing!"

"Yeah, I guess I drifted off..."

"Oh wait! I didn't smooch the other one. Try not to fall asleep for this." Denny was 100% indifferent to paws, but he felt like making this last smooch a good one.

He put his lips on the center of the collie's pad, letting his tongue taste the salty-thing and then licking up slowly. "Phew, glad that one's off the books. Cough, cough. Think I got a hairball from your heel."

It was totally silent, well, not entirely silent, there was still the radiator and Trebek's ghostly, "This is Final Jeopardy."

"Denny. Do you want to go to your room?"

"Yes, and double yes!" He was wagging and didn't even realize it. Didn't have to offer him ass more than once!

"Hey Denny? Are we going to...you know."

"Are we going to what?" He held his paw out for Riley to hold-on-to.

It tumbled out of his mouth like wet sneakers and there was no taking it back. "I'm a Virgin."

Denny felt his cock twitch. Holy shit, the collie was a virgin! He couldn't remember the last time he bagged a virgin. His second instinct was to feel bad about the whole thing. Riley's such a sweet collie; he deserves his first time to be special, like for starters, with an age-appropriate partner, not with some chubby shep. Denny bit his knuckles not knowing what to say.

"Denny...I want it to be with you. I can't think of a sexier dog to do it with."

Ha ha, Denny could think of a million sexier dogs and half of them were his personal friends, but he wasn't going to argue with 'feelings' or convince Riley otherwise. "Okay, pup," Denny smiled.

There wasn't much to say in the bedroom other than," On all fours," which Denny barked as he patted the collie's butt. Dude, collie's have the cutest bubble-butts. With almost no hesitation, Denny's nose was under the collie's tail, snuffling around, pressing against his hole.

Denny was no stranger to eating ass. It wasn't that he enjoyed eating ass, but he liked claiming his bitch, letting them know that their hole belonged to him—no backing out, no safe words, just total submission. Denny knew that eating out a bitch was part of the dance, and he liked priming the bulb, so to speak, making their ass twitch in anticipation. With two paws on the collie's rump, he placed his tongue against Riley's taint and licked up until the center of his tongue was pressed against the Collie's hole, and then, with a little effort, forced his tongue inside. He repeated this again, and again, pulling-down on Riley's balls to hear him moan. He directed his voice into that wet puss, "Are you ready bitch?" He licked gently, his tongue nipping at the hungry hole, and then hovering, like he was fogging up a window.

"Come 'ere boy." He turned Riley around by pulling his ear like an ornery mother. "I want you to feel what's coming next." He had two paws on the collie's muzzle guiding it towards his spear, which had a single drop of pre glistening on the tip. "Give it a taste."

Riley stuck-out his tongue like he was catching a snowflake; he tasted that salty, clear bead and let it dissolve on his tongue.

Denny looked down at the collie's dumb face, and lined his cock up with that hungry muzzle, teasing, "look at that puss." He eased his cock past the collie's lips, wedging his knot into the dog's maw until it pressed squarely on his tongue, his jaw quivering as he made room for that massive knot; what Denny lacked in length he made up for in girth. "Feel that bitch? It's gonna' be in your ass soon."

Gagging on the invading girth, Riley tried to back-out, but it was useless, Denny held him tight, one hand on his nose and the other behind his nape. He could feel Denny flexing, like he was about to blow (dude, was he about to bust his nut already?), but instead of cum, he felt a wet trickle in the back of his throat, and as some of it splashed-back onto his tongue, a sharp, tangy bitterness filled his mouth and nostrils "Ahhhhhhh, yeah," the cocky shep held the dog's head so more of the knot slid in. Riley struggled more but it was no use; the shep had him in some kind of kung-fu grip. The stream went from a trickle to full stream, and then back to a few drops, "Hold still bitch." He shook his cock off on Riley's tongue, making sure every drop got down his new urinal's throat. "Ahhhhh, sorry, I really had to go. You didn't mind, did you?"

Riley, wiping urine off his chin. "..."

"Best get used to it. Save me a trip to the bathroom in the middle of the night."

For being a fat, older dog, Denny still knew how to push a dog's buttons; he was pretty adept at turning other dog�s into barking bitches, making them beg for a little humiliation, whether it was licking his armpits or swallowing his spit, he'd watch their dumb eager faces gulp it down.

He once jerked off on this jock's face and somehow convinced him to not wash afterwards. A five-day load drying on his fur, and the dumb mutt watched the whole Harry Potter series with Denny, and any time the Husky suggested he was going to clean-up, Denny would just say, "No you look totally adorable like that. I think it's cute."

This other time, he had locked this big, muscle-dog (looked like he belonged on Venice Beach) in chastity for so long that when he finally let him out, the Dobie creamed all over his cage before it was even off. His go to was, "Two weeks in chastity, followed by a slow paw-job, edging them to the point of no return, watching them squirm until their load spurted between his toes, so worthless it ended up on the bottom of dog's paw. Could you imagine being so pathetic that the only place you were allowed to cum was on a dog's foot? He knew this was the perfect occasion to ruin a dog's orgasm too—pent-up from weeks of not jacking, edged for hours, only to feel a numb, empty release. Other-times he'd jerk them as fast as he could, and laugh at how hair-trigger they were. "That's it! Only 30 seconds! No wonder your girlfriend left you."

Denny wasn't the thinnest or biggest dog, but he was an expert at putting dogs in their place, using psychology to make them cater to his every need. "Okay, eyes upfront." He twisted Riley's ear to face the wall. " This is gonna' sting a bit."

Riley felt the tip of Denny's cock spreading him apart, the shep's front-paws hooked around Riley's hips, pulling him closer, forcing him to take more cock. "Ahhhh, ahh it hurts."

"Give it a second." He kept pushing not listening to the collie at all. "There's my bitch." He flexed his cock inside of the collie to hear him whine.

Riley could feel their bare balls pressed together, and the shep's were at least three times the size of normal testicles. Denny liked to hold his against other dog's so they could feel how large his were in comparison.

"Ahhhh. I feel so...full." Those fat balls were planted against his little nutsack. He never thought of his nuts as small until today, but the thought was embarrassing. Riley reached between his legs searching for his cock when Denny immediately put an end to that. "Cut that shit out." He snatched the collie's wrist and held them completely still, flexing his cock again inside his bitch to drive home a point. "My cock comes first from now. It's the only thing that matters. When I nut in your ass, it's your orgasm too."

At this point Denny was slamming his cock in and out of the collie, teasing the dog's frenulum each time, forcing his anus to grip around its girth. He loved turning a dog's anus into a warm pocket for his pups—feeling their hole slowly accept its purpose, and Riley was feeling this exact sensation—being transformed into the perfect fleshlight, one thrust at a time. The pain of being penetrated was transmuted to a supple pleasure, an acceptance that his hole was for other dogs to breed. He could feel the knot expanding, its circumference testing the elasticity of his anus. The collie's ass was longer gripping the shep�s knot; there was no resistance left in his anus; it had finally accepted its purpose.

No longer pulling all the way out, the shep was thrusting in shallow hilting motions, trying, with a few wiggles, to wedge his knot further up that tail-hole, and in doing so, he passed the point of no return! The collie's ring shut behind that fat knot and instantly clenched down on it, spasming again, and again, each time with less force than before. Denny could feel the collie shooting ribbons underneath him and the plap of cum on the sheets like a rain shower. Goddamn, handsfree! Now that's how you fuck a virgin. This old dog still had a few tricks. He was damn proud of himself, and high on his own masculinity, decided he'd make the collie's hungry ass finish the job for him. He felt it grab onto his cock like a hungry maw, squeezing in all directions. "Ahhhh." It squeezed again. "Ahhhhhhh." All he had to do was tug back, feeling the tension as his hungry not held on. "Fuuuuuuckkk."

Denny's big balls weren't just for show! He flooded that hole until cum oozed down Riley's balls, which had taken a beating from the larger shep's oranges. Denny knew it was painful for other dogs, because he had long, heavy balls that slapped their little nuts hard, but Denny thought it was hot that they had to suffer for his pleasure.

Riley could feel the shep mouth-breathing in his ear, not thrusting anymore, but hilting, forcing his knot further into his hole, pushing further each time, and Denny could feel the that newly minted pussy squeezing his knot.

"I have a surprise for you." He whispered right inside of Riley's ear. "Let's just say we're gonna' be like this for a while."

"Like 20 minutes?" Riley could still feel the shep spurting in his ass, just less frequently.

With both paws under the collie's armpits, Denny rolled them onto their side, the collie having no choice but to follow. "No, more like two hours. Sorry, It's kinda' freakish. My ex hated it!" It was cute the first time, but after the fifth time, most dogs were 'totally over it'. Being stuck to a chubby dog for two hours takes a 'special kind of bitch'. Denny licked the inside of the collie's ear. It was his affectionate way of saying, 'Don't hate me for the next 90 minutes'. "Man, not sure why we didn't do this sooner? Feel that..." He spurted a little just then. Denny licked Riley's inner ear again, this time sticking his tongue into the dog's ear canal. It was a peace offering, plus he felt extra affectionate after blowing his load in the virgin's ass. The shep was whispering into the collie's ear, telling him that "collies were the hottest breed", and that "they have the cutest bubble butts", when his words shuddered to an apneatic breathing. Riley still felt the shep's cock straining in his hole; it was Denny's way, even totally asleep, of forcing the collie to take every drop of his DNA, to overwrite the mutt's inferior genetics with those of a worthy canine. It was so clear to Riley. He didn't just want Denny in his life, he needed him—that sweet personality, those alpha balls reminding him every day that he was a lesser dog, smashing into his own testicles and bruising them indelibly.

He woke the next morning to Denny's wet maw kissing his nose. It started as a little peck until he opened his eyes, and then it evolved into a full-throated kiss.

"Riley..."

"Yes?"

"We're goin' on a date."

The collie's heart was leaping from his chest. He was speechless.

"German place in the Loop..." He scrolled down on his phone. "The Berghoff. Reddit says the Schnitzel is amazing."

Still speechless. He squeezed the shep in his arms.

"You know, I don't knot just anyone. I like you, Riley."