Unwinding
When chores need doing, daddy dobie needs to track down his son to get them done. What he finds instead derails his day a bit, not that anyone's complaining.
(So I now have to take extra steps when saving my writing in order to be able to upload it properly. Fun. Anyways, here's the properly formatted version).
Just a little thing. The youth stood transfixed and blushing at the door as Warren took him in, the large lithe doberman eyeing up the smaller skinny deer with a look that could only be described as hungry. “Is Patrick here?” The canine asked, suddenly hoping his son wouldn’t be around. “He said he’d be over here with your brother and some friends for the day.” “They headed out about an hour ago for a hike,” The deer answered dutifully, the blush evident in his large ears. “Don’t think they planned to be back anytime soon.” Warren nodded, sniffing at the air and grinning as he leaned on the doorframe, one large bicep popping and his t-shirt straining. “Want to share what all they’ve been getting up to?” He asked, happy to see the deer’s blush intensify twofold as he leaned in closer. “Or what you’ve been getting up to with them?” “I-it was a one time thing!” The youth suddenly stammered, all composure lost as he cracked under the featherweight of pressure. “I have my mid-terms coming up and I wasn’t ready for the pressure of university and they said it would relax me and then I just felt like I needed them to keep touching me and so th-...” “Ah ah ah,” Warren tutted, gentle hands reaching out to take the teen by his hips to turn him around. “Not out here.” He guided the deer inside. “Show me where.” The deer led Warren downstairs where, true to the trends, the majority of the space had been converted into a living room with a door to a sectioned off bedroom and another for laundry and other basement amenities. They walked towards the open door of the bedroom, and the scent was undeniable. This group had some serious fun last night. Bedsheets were strewn about in tangles, pillows scattered everywhere. Clearly there hadn’t been much sleeping going on. “How’d it feel?” The scent of the room must have triggered some wonderful memories for the young deer at his side. “Amazing...” His voice was distant, almost dreamy, the embarrassment utterly forgotten as he looked at the mattress where he had no doubt been the subject of quite a wild experience. He didn’t flinch or give much of a reaction when Warren slid a hand down the small of his back, but the front of his shorts certainly did. “Describe it for me.” “I felt really light, and Patrick’s hand felt really good on my knee.” The deer explained, the tent in his shorts rising further. “Th-then we started making out and Roland took my shorts off.” Sort of like how Warren was now pushing the thin fabric down the lads backside, exposing his rump and flagging tail. “Then I sort of... started sucking them off...” The older doberman gave the boy’s ass a solid squeeze at that. “W-we... we took pictures on... my phone.” He said. “Show me.” He fished for it for a moment, almost dropping the thing from his shaking fingers while Warren guided him over to the bed where the canine took a seat. The first image he saw was his son, making some stupid face in the top corner of the image while the deer below him had six inches of dog cock between his lips and another non-canine shaft in his other hand. Warren unclipped his belt and gestured for the deer, who had clearly been well trained or at least was smart enough to know what was going to be happening as he was already sliding down to his knees. This kid knew what he was doing, clearly. One of his sons friends seemed above average, and the deer appeared to have no problem burying his little muzzle in the thick bush of pubic fur at the base of his dick in the next photo, and the good boy was rewarded well with a pretty copious amount of cum filling his slack muzzle in the next image. Already, the older canine felt the boy beginning to familiarize himself with this new cock, and Warren let out a pleased rumble and ruffled the cervine’s hair in appreciation. The next image was pushing Warren more than he cared to admit, where the bubbly ass of the deer was resting in someone’s lap, with an obvious dick lodged under his tail. The photo was poorly taken, but Warren could still see the two or three sets of legs standing before them, no doubt experiencing the lads muzzle for themselves first hand. “Loved every minute of it, huh?” He asked, swiping through picture after picture of the youth halfway up one cock, then fully seated onto another, chugging down a load of cum from one, or having the remnants smeared across his muzzle after. The boy either didn’t hear him or didn’t want to stop polishing the canine’s fat shaft, prioritizing this new treat above all else like a good little twink should. It wasn’t like Warren needed the confirmation anyways. The boy in the image was pube-deep on one cock while another teen, his son it looked like, had him mounted like a prize bitch. From what he had seen so far, there must have been six others in this whole event, and one of them appeared to even be a deer of similar colour to the boy feasting like a heathen whore. Here! Just as the boy reached the older canine’s swollen sheath, a video appeared on the phone, pushing Warren to his limit of what little decency he was holding onto. The young deer was riding a boy’s lap, grinding his hips back and forth while two of the guys manhandled his muzzle back and forth. Matted fur and even streaks of old tears were evident on the boy’s face. Globs of thick cum flowed over his tongue as one cock finished, and the boy didn’t even have enough time to close his mouth before the second load joined in. Cum dribbled out of the corners of his mouth, and he swallowed, eventually, almost as an afterthought, even though most had leaked out over his throat and chest. “What a stunningly good look for you...” He wrenched the boy back from his determined efforts to get his lips down to the doberman’s sheath. His eyes were welling up, but his cock hadn’t dropped in the least, a glistening strand of pre connecting his handsome smaller cock with the fabric of his shorts resting halfway down his thighs. “Fucking good look...” Photo after photo, short video after short video of the deer getting jackhammered by the college boys, Warren knew he wouldn’t last. Whether the media on the phone or the young buck sucking him off, the doberman was on the edge. Gripping the boy’s short antler, Warren held him as deep onto his cock as he could manage before standing up and forcing the deer to turn around with him. “Hey, you made it to the sheath.” The canine chuckled before pulling the boy back. “Now get on that bed and get ready for your reward.” Lust drunk as the poor lad was, he only managed to turn back around and lift one knee onto the mattress before Warren was on him and smearing the tip of his cock under the deer’s tail. His shorts hung from his ankle, the only attempt the cervine had been able to make to get himself comfortable and ready as his chest and shoulders were forced down into the mattress. “How many times?” Warren asked, pressing the tip against the well worn hole and making the smaller male shudder. “How many fucking times?” He swatted the deer’s ass, hard, emphasizing the severity of his question. “L-lost count...” Came the whimpered reply, the boy’s hips trying to grind his taint against the dog’s raging cock. “Five guys...” “And your brother?” The icing on the cake as he started spreading the deer open around his throbbing cock. “S-sixth...” “You’re going to be so much fun...” Warren growled, stuffing the boy full and hammering back and forth. The guy had six cocks for an entire night, but even still, his ass was a hot wet vice around his length. It was a testament to his youthful elasticity paired with a cock twice the size of what he had endured the night before. “You wanna make this regular?” Warren panted heavily into the deer’s large ear, grabbing his throat from behind and lifting him bodily from the mattress. “Be a cute little cock whore for your brother and his friends? Rinse them all out afterwards with a visit from me and mine?” Wet squelches and tiny gasps and whimpers filled the room, no doubt for the umpteenth time, and it was all music to the doberman’s ears as the base of his dick began to swell. He wasn’t gentle as he forced his growing knot into the boy again and again until even his strength was unable to pop the thing back out. He squeezed the smaller boy tight, cutting off his mewls and all sounds even though by rights he should have been screaming bloody murder. Warren didn’t relax his grip until his balls slowed in their duty. The boy had a noticeable bulge at the base of his stomach where the canine’s cock oozed out copious amounts of his seed into the willing body. He panted heavily, then slowly relaxed, shocked to find the small deer unconscious in his arms, breathing steadily, a fresh puddle of cum under his crotch where his dick had been forced up against the soft sheets for too long. With the lad’s phone still open, Warren took a photo, then sent it to his private number, eager plans already forming in his mind for the upcoming long weekend...