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Victor looked like he had been concentrating quite intently on something, but what exactly Bryce couldn’t quite pin down. With his backside resting on the countertop, the horse sipped at his steaming mug of coffee and observed the large black mastiff across the side yard in the neighbouring house, puzzled at the topless canine. Even with the distance between their two homes, the expression was clear on the canine’s face; his eyes screwed shut with a furrowed brow, his lips slightly parted to reveal a row of sharp canine teeth set in a wide jaw clenching tightly together. If Bryce didn’t know any better, the canine was either getting eaten out or was... Oh... He stood in his kitchen in that other house, one thick arm braced on the counter that mirrored Bryce’s own while the other was hidden below the counter top itself, shifting quite noticeably. His entire broad torso seemed to be braced and tense, making his pecs and vaguely defined abs pop enough to be highlighted by the sunlight filtering in through the windows. The dog was jerking it in his kitchen? That was a surprise given his generally quiet withdrawn persona. Bryce wasn’t even sure he had ever seen him shirtless outside of those rare occasions where he would recline next to his pool for an afternoon. The horse sipped at his coffee, watching the large ebony furred canine and the shifting of his left arm intently as the seconds ticked by. The canine would pause now and then, apparently holding himself back from the edge of orgasm, which if the twitching of his lips and silent cursing were any indication, was proving to be incredibly difficult. A sudden cough wracked Bryce’s body, coffee spraying out in a fine mist as the horse doubled over, his eyes wide and his dick surging from his sheath at an almost painful speed. Victor stood up straight over in his quiet kitchen across the way, both his arms lifting to rub over his muzzle while a small pair of antlers hovered into view from below the edge of the counter top. They shifted noticeably to and fro before pulling back even more, the canine reacting to the movement with a grimace of effort and a very clear muttering of the word ‘Fuck’. As cold coffee dribbled from Bryce’s bottom lip and settled into his chest fur, the cervine that had obviously been blowing his neighbour slowly climbed to their hooves; a slender caramel pelt of fur that the horse was quite familiar with. He could identify his son from behind almost better than he could from the front. His solid black cock gave a sympathetic flex as Bryce watched his son turn around to be bent over the neighbour’s counter top, the deer wearing that oh-so-familiar pleading expression of a whore in heat. He would be goading Victor on, begging him to stuff him full, to fulfill that not-so-secret desire of his to be locked onto a knot and pumped full of canine jizz. Victor, for his part, seemed just as eager. He reached out to grip the young deer’s neck from behind, pinning his upper half down onto the counter while a shock of deep red slammed up between his pert cheeks and flagging tail. Bryce watched as in no time Victor’s free hand started to guide his cock to his son’s hole, the cervine’s mouth widening in a no-doubt significant gasp of discomfort as he was speared with what the horse recalled was an impressive length. His own equine shaft flexed again, precum flying from the tip as his heavy shaft bounced between his legs before he thought to grab a hold of it in his free hand. Finally setting down his coffee, Bryce settled in with a steady pace on his length as he watched his son surrender himself to the neighbour not a dozen yards away. If the mastiff had been struggling to hold off on his orgasm before, he was downright torturing himself now. Bryce could see the canine’s teeth more clearly; he was wearing an almost feral snarl of aggressive focus as his thickly muscled body flexed and hammered forward into his son. The thrusting looked almost frantic, his son’s mouth ever open in gasping yelps while his eyes were screwed shut in either pain or pleasure. Perhaps, Bryce thought, the boy had bitten off more than he could chew. Perhaps, as his own cock drooled precum and throbbed in sympathetic need, the boy was second-guessing his choice of partner. Bryce wasn’t small by any standard, but the canine living next to them had certainly looked thicker and possessed a knot; that wonderfully brutal instrument of breeding shared by his canine brethren that could break even the most stretchable of holes just as well as any horse flare. His son had never attempted to take one as far as he had been aware, the little slut certainly never felt like he had been stretched around a softball when the horse had taken advantage in any case. Thinking of the thoughts surely running through his son’s mind as he fondled and stroked himself was bringing him surprisingly quickly to the edge. “What was I thinking? He’s too big! Too rough! He’s not slowing down!”Oh to hear the boy gasping out those thoughts and fears... To hear him beg his dad to make it stop or at least slow down... Victor was hunching over the deer, a snarl no doubt filling the room just as loud as the clapping of hips against ass while the cervine looked to have the edge of the counter in a straining death-grip. Had Bryce been closer, he imagined he could have seen the streaks of tears running from his son’s eyes as the canine redoubled his harsh thrusting. It no longer looked like Victor was bothering to withdraw fully anymore, turning all his lust-addled attention to burying his knot and tying with the yelping slut he had pinned under him. Bryce’s ears flicked as he swore he could hear the instant that wonderful act happened. His son looked to tense up, his head darting up as his body jolted on the counter, his eyes screwed shut and his pretty little muzzle agape in a scream that seemed to rattle the windows of the neighbour’s house. Victor’s jaws had clamped down on the cervine’s shoulder, his much larger bulk fully engulfing and pinning the younger male down and reducing the harsh thrusts from a moment before to restricted heavy grinding. The stove across Bryce’s tiled kitchen took the brunt of the horse’s load as his own cock head flared out and his balls pulled up tight. The splatter didn’t register to the horse though, his squeezing hands furiously pumping through his climax as he witnessed his son get tied by a relative stranger. His mind exploded with images of the boy stretched wide around a knot, of a hand squeezing around his slender neck, of the gaping mess of a tail hole that would no doubt leave him unable to walk for hours afterwards, leaving him vulnerable and more than lubed enough for someone else to have a round. Bryce panted heavily as the lobbing strands of cum turned into thick oozing globs that he smeared along his length with his pumping hand as he came down from his high, his eyes never leaving the heaving pair across the yard. Eventually, his son slumped down on the counter, his body overwhelmed to the point that the shock of taking the neighbour’s knot couldn’t keep him alert or tensed. “Just like when we showed off for him last week...” Bryce thought proudly, wondering if the canine would take advantage of a second round with his son if the lad passed out. This opened up a world of possibility, and Bryce was so eager to see it explored that his cock refused to go down an inch. It flexed again and again, sensitive still as he looked over at his son, his eyebrow arching as the deer’s eyes opened and his lips parted, his tongue sticking out as a drunken smile spread across his muzzle. The boy’s right hand, with some apparent effort, released its grip on the counter, rising just enough to give a weak little wave. The fucking slut knew his father had been watching. “I fucking love that kid...”