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I had a spring in my step as I walked down the sidewalk, the summer sun beaming down through a thick canopy of maple leaves flanking the quiet subdivision road. In spite of being more of a homebody, I couldn’t spend another minute with my roommate on base; the cramped living quarters and lack of anywhere to get away from everyone had been chafing for the past two weeks, so I had finally decided to abandon my coursemates and go for a long walk in the pleasant Saturday afternoon.

Even with only a tank top and shorts on, I felt like the heat was a bit too much, but I had also been walking for at least an hour, long enough to almost totally circumnavigate the boundaries of the base I was temporarily housed at. Quiet streets here, cookie-cutter single storey homes meant for military families in numbers we hadn’t had since my dad’s years in service, the ones occupied colourfully decorated with gardens while almost every third or fourth house was eerily empty looking.

Peering in through the large living room windows showed no picture frames and no furniture, just sterile beige walls sealed behind glass that was becoming foggy with time and lack of regular cleaning. The only thing that seemed properly maintained about these ghost homes was the small front lawns, but that likely was just a result of the folks living around them not wanting to spoil the illusion of the perfect little quiet street life and taking it upon themselves to maintain the lush green grass across the properties.

This one here, 3042 Glasrow Way, had a solitary wall mirror still hanging up though. It caught my eye as I walked past, and I took a moment to cross the lawn to peer inside the otherwise empty room. Maybe this one would become mine when my course was done and I would be allowed to live off-base? Just another few weeks...

I had completed basic training a year prior, and that had given me my fill of roommates. No women on our course either, small as it was, which meant the twinky deer got to hear the frustrations and bitching from the lads who couldn’t get their rocks off properly and went to sleep every night with a raging hardon that I never took the steps to relieve. I caught my reflection in the mirror, or at least the reflection of one of my antlers, before I realized that the fog on the window provided a good enough reflection of myself once I adjusted my eyes.

Six foot tall, hoof to ear tip, and tightly muscled thanks to Basic. I cut a fine figure coated in rich caramel coloured fur, though I was still more slender than anyone else had been on my course. Routinely mistaken for a female for the first two weeks sort of gave some of the other lads the impression that I was, you know, open to helping them out as the stressful days took their tolls.

Obviously I wanted to oblige; who the hell wouldn’t? I was terrified though. Terrified of getting caught, or of undermining the hard work that I was putting in to everything by giving the less tolerant folks an excuse to berate me as ‘the classic fag stereotype’. I was only twenty and the regrets that I had from not taking advantage of that ripe vineyard of frustrated males were significant, but, it made sense to me at the time to keep myself under firm control.

I actually think it was in a cookie-cutter house like this one that I had been able to let loose a little when we had taken a weekend of leave and I got away from my coursemates like I was now. Someone in town struck up a conversation with me in line for coffee, complementing my fashion sense and inviting me to a table to chat. He had been in his thirties as I recall, and before long, I was sharing with him my frustrations and experiences on course, and then accepting an invitation back to his little military style house near base in an almost identical subdivision as the one I had been walking through.

Hoo-boy that was a night of stress relief.

It had been doubly good for me considering his husband was more than happy to see dessert was ready when he came home.

“Moving in?”

A voice to me left snapped me out of my happy little memory, and I couldn’t stifle a startled bleat as I nearly jumped out of my fur.

“Easy, easy!” A tall rottweiler held up his hands to indicate he wasn’t a threat, but he was also clearly struggling to stifle a laugh. “Didn’t mean to startle you!”

“Oh god... no... no worries...” I stammered, slapping my hands to my knees and doubling over, breathing dramatically as if an overdone performance could save me from the embarrassment. “No harm done!”

“Was just doing my inspection rounds, saw you looking in through the window here,” The rottweiler said, lowering his hands and reaching one out to me with a smile. “Figured you might be here on your house hunting trip or something. Name’s Daniel.”

“S-Saul,” I said, taking his offered hand and feeling a blush creep across my face as I settled myself enough to take in the larger canine. “And yeah, I’m hoping to hear about getting one of these places soon as my course is done in two weeks.”

Daniel was an imposing dog; taller than the tips of my antlers by several extra inches, and twice as wide as me. He might have been late thirties, if the tiny speckles of grey around his muzzle were any indication, but he was as fit as any of my instructors had been on Basic. What stood out most was the gleaming metal of an artificial leg; the canine’s left limb cut off just below the knee and replaced with a well cared for prosthetic. He must have had it for quite some time with how deftly he moved and how little it seemed to alter his gait as he gently brushed past me on his way to the front door.

“Well here’s hoping,” The canine said, the jingle of keys making my ears perk up as he sorted through a ring attached to his belt. “I keep an eye on the empty places, make sure they don’t fall apart or have any major issues while they wait for folks to move in. Want to have a look at your potential future home? My last one on this route.”

“Sure!” I said it without really thinking, so at ease as I was with this friendly chap. I gathered from his injury, in addition to the web of tattoos just visible under the short fur of his arms that he was a veteran, so I couldn’t think of any reason to refuse his offer. Maybe I could even get an idea of how quickly I could move in once I was free?

“The ones this far out haven’t been occupied in quite some time,” The rottweiler explained, pushing open the door and stepping inside while I followed along behind. “They typically prioritize the ones closer to the main entrance of the base. Astonishing level of competence there, rare as it is.”

My nose twitched at the smell of the place when I got inside. There was a dry mustiness about it, as if the place had been empty so long it forgot what anything beyond carpet and drywall smelled like. It certainly wasn’t big, I never expected it to be, but it was big enough, certainly for one person to live comfortably.

The door opened into a modest living room, which had a half wall separating it from the kitchen at the far end and a small dining area within. Coat closet to my immediate right, and a hallway just beyond where Daniel was now leading me.

“Door here,” The rottweiler tapped on the closed door to his left just inside the short hallway. “Leads downstairs. Laundry room, storage, the typical stuff. Back here are the bedrooms and bathroom.”

Two of each, with one bedroom having the honour of claiming it’s own restroom.

“Pretty typical. Like you said.” I agreed. I couldn’t lie though; as basic and simple as it all was, my twenty year-old brain was chomping at the bit to move all my stuff in and make the place my own already.

“Nothing typical about your first house,” Daniel chuckled, popping into each room to give them a quick once-over before coming back out into the hallway. “I remember what it’s like. Decorating the place, figuring out where everything will go, realizing that you don’t need to worry about not wearing clothes if you don’t want to, bringing guests over, mixing those last two.”

The insinuation wasn’t lost on me, and I felt myself blushing, the sensation doubling in intensity when I caught Daniel’s eye and received a cheeky wink from the canine.

Again, he brushed past me to head back towards the living room, but this time I felt more of his body for a marginally longer time than I had outside. He felt like a solid wall, and he felt so warm...

“Careful on these steps by the way,” The canine pulled open the door to the basement, the simple concrete steps taking a swift ninety degree turn to the right before straightening out again. “Been caught up by them myself more than once. Can be tricky even with both feet.”

I gulped, realizing that between my mind refusing to let go of the visual of the rottweiler naked and the wink he had given me, I began to feel the weight of an impending decision start to settle on my shoulders. The older male was friendly, certainly, and open it seemed, but there was every chance that I was simply reading too much into it. The hallway was narrow, that was why he had to get a bit closer when passing me, why I felt him more, and that wink was very likely purely innocent. Lots of people winked in their daily lives... winked? Wanked? No, winked...

So why did it feel like stepping down those solid steps into the barely lit basement was like committing to something I shouldn’t have been doing?

What if there was nothing afoot?

What if I had a repeat of the time that man and his husband took me in and made me forget about my stress for a night...

“...winter time you might see some moisture on the walls,” The rottweiler didn’t seem to notice that I had hesitated in following him, but he had carried on anyways as he looked over the pipes at the far wall of the empty sterile basement. “I’d highly recommend investing in a dehumidifier for those times of year.”

My small hooves made light taps on the concrete below as I looked around the dark space. There were a few narrow windows at ground level that let in a bit of natural light; enough for Daniel to do his inspections but not by much.

“This’ll be your favourite room this time of year though,” The canine said, apparently having finished whatever he had to do with the pipes and turning around to face me. “Great natural escape from the heat.”

“I love the heat, myself,” I said, my blushing intensifying as my brain struggled to catch up with itself. “The no clothes thing should be more than enough.”

Daniel chuckled, and I caught his eyes take a slow journey up and down my body. I could damn near feel it.

“I’m the only one that does these inspections,” The canine said, taking a few steps to my right and reaching into a dark cavity under the stairs. “Typically like to treat myself after a long day, so I keep a little stash in a few homes.”

He pulled out a small cooler, clinking audible from within even before he popped the lid off and reached a hand in to retrieve a bottle of beer.

“Help yourself if you’d like,” He said, popping the cap from his bottle and taking a refreshing swig. “Can help yourself to a beer too, if you’d rather taste that.”

I did a little double take, only noticing at that point that Daniel’s shorts were catching a bit more light from the windows to our left. The front of his clothes protruding out quite a bit, which I’m certain wasn’t the case before.

Well, here it was then. The weight over my shoulders seemed to evaporate, my commitment to this little tryst solidified the moment I had opened my mouth moments before and shared his sentiments on nudity. It was truly a wonder how two minds could have so thorough a conversation beyond the verbal.

I stepped forward and reached out a slightly shaking hand, my fingers finding his belt buckle and starting to pull the strap free.

“Glad to see we’re on the same page kid,” Daniel chuckled again, his free hand cupping my chin and lifting my head so he could look me in the eye. “Guess I caught you daydreaming about somethin’ fun outside, because your shorts weren’t exactly hiding much at the time.”

My fingers froze after I had the front of his shorts open, realizing what he meant. He had caught me in the middle of a rather pleasant memory, and my shorts weren’t exactly great at concealing my package even when I wasn’t feeling aroused. Of course, I had opted for boxers today, which also didn’t help keep anything snugly confined...

Before I could resume what I had started, Daniel hooked a thumb into the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down, doing the majority of my work for me, and I let out a little gasp as his sheath flopped free.

The thing was the size of my fist, and the heat radiating from it offset the chill of the basement around us. His sack dangled low beneath, all short dark fur and its pendulous weight easily filled the palm of one of my exploring hands. Slowly I sank down to my knees, the heat from the canine’s crotch warming my face as I pressed my muzzle in between the hem of his underwear and his heavily dangling scrotum. All I could smell was the heat and sweat of his day’s work, and as I dragged my tongue up along the underside of his sack, I let out another little moan.

“Ah what a way to cap off a busy day.” The dog sighed happily, letting out little huffs of his own into the quiet room as I bathed his sack with my tongue and nuzzled my nose into the side of his sheath.

His dark red cock glistened in the light, already more than halfway out of its sheath and adding an extra potent layer of musk to my questing nose. He looked big. Bigger than anyone I had ever fooled with before. I dragged my tongue along the exposed flesh, finding it tart but undeniably delicious, until I hit the tapered tip where I kissed and suckled, exploring every bump and divet of his canine cock with my tongue. His length flexed, spattering my tongue with a healthy glob of watery precum that I drank down greedily.

“Oh shit,” He chuckled, running a hand through my shaggy auburn hair as if he was trying to decide whether to take charge and hold me at bay or let me continue. “Fucking deer, kid... You all know your way around dick.”

As much as stereotypes tended to annoy me, the praise made my tail flag and wag happily.

I tested his grip on my hair by leaning forward, drawing in an inch of his shaft, then another, then another. I was at the thickest point of his length in moments, and already my jaw was starting to ache, but casting my eyes upward, past the slight bulge of his strong flat stomach, and seeing the relaxed joy on Daniel’s face made me want to redouble my efforts.

I pressed on, swallowing more and more even as my breathing became more and more restricted. Beginning to pull my head backwards, which the canine seemed happy to let me do, I slathered every inch of dick that I could reach in my saliva, slipping my tongue over bulge and vein and stretching it to its limit before I began to sink my nose back down towards his crotch. I kept it up, pulling back then pressing forward, each time getting just that little bit closer to the bulging base of his sheath and the prize that I knew it contained.

Of course, knowing about it and actually dealing with it were two totally separate things.

Thick pubic fur tickled my nose as I plunged down yet again, the grip on my hair tightening as I watched his knot begin to slide free of its prison. It was mesmerizing. The saliva and precum trickling out of the corners of my mouth didn’t register at all as I watched that angry crimson mass push free into the air, and it was obvious that it was interrupting my work.

Daniel’s grip tightened again, shoving my muzzle down his cock while he thrust forward with his strong hips, my attention so arrested by his knot that I must have lapsed in my rhythm enough to annoy the canine. He was having none of it. If I couldn’t carry on the blowjob on my own, he’d have to take over, and it seemed like something he was only too happy to do.

My nose brushed against his wet knot again and again, my throat constricting each time the pre-dribbling tip of his cock reached the back of my throat as my gag reflex was sorely tested. I found my hands reaching up to his bare flexing thighs, his shorts long ago having dropped fully to his ankles, trying to keep him from thrusting so deep, but I was a pebble trying to stop a bulldozer. If he noticed my attempts to give myself some literal breathing room, he gave no indication, only growls and grunts and an ever increasing pace.

“Fuck I hope you were thirsty buddy,” Daniel said through gritted teeth. “Because I’m fucking close...”

I tapped his thigh at that point, but he was too lust-drunk to notice, too close to the edge, and when he blew, he fucking erupted.

With barely any space in my mouth, the majority of the dog’s cum blasted down my throat, drowning my gag reflex only momentarily before I began coughing. The older canine pulled my head back, but only enough to blast the next wave onto the back of my tongue and allow for more space, and even then, it wasn’t enough.

Cum seeped out from the corners of my mouth, my lips failing to seal around the throbbing rocket and letting strands begin to dribble out. Daniel’s sack caught some, but my chest got the rest, my tank top receiving streaks of damp dog cum as they fell from above.

“Oh shit...” The rottweiler panted, his pace slowing substantially, but never stopping. His hips rolled in long slow motions, finally giving me time to swallow his load and start licking his cock clean. “Fuck...”

I moaned, my eyes fluttering open to look up at the relieved face of the older canine, the happy little grin pulling at the corners of his muzzle, and the way his broad tongue hung partly out from between his lips.

“Mind just staying down there for a while?” He asked, ruffling my head fur and goading a moaning affirmative from me as he left me to my own devices. I carried on with the slow pace that he had set, double and triple checking that each inch I could reach with my tongue was clean of his pungent seed. I kept one hand on his heavy sack, gently massaging and tugging it as I had often loved to do with my past partners.

Eventually though, my mind cleared enough for the discomfort of my knees on the concrete basement floor to make itself more and more known. I had to pull away, if only to keep myself from fully collapsing onto my backside, and I weakly stood on my wobbling legs, bracing myself against the stairs to my right.

Daniel started to pull up his shorts, but stopped once he hand them around his waist, letting the fabric bunch up under his saliva soaked package. I stared at it; I couldn’t not stare at it. The bulbous red knot, the girth of the shaft right behind the tapered tip, that sack...

“Going to go out on a limb here, no pun intended,” The canine chuckled, swaying his hips lightly side to side to make the whole thing swing lewdly. “But I imagine you’re down to do this again sometime?”

I tore my eyes from his bobbing dick and let them roam all over him. I fucking wanted more of him now...

“How soon is ‘sometime’?” I asked, wringing my hands together and blushing once again.

“Eager!” Daniel laughed, stepping right up to me and not stopping until he had me backed fully against the cold concrete wall, his dick slipping up against my heaving stomach as my breathing picked up again. “You want me to fuck you right here against the wall?”

“Tell me,” The looming canine continued, one hand sliding up and down my side, cutting me off before I could respond. “You ever thought about taking two men at once?”

“A-as in...” The question shook me, but my dick hopped happily as much as it could, pinned beneath the rottweiler’s package as it was.

“As in you blowing someone,” The adventuring hand stopped on my hip, joined by the other, before both started to slip under the waistband of my boxers. “While someone else buries their cock under that pretty tail of yours.”

“I, I mean,” Daniel was one of the most friendly people I had ever met on or around a base before, so I didn’t see much point in letting my shyness get the better of me now. “Yeah, I’ve definitely imagined it before. Never really thought it would end up happening.”

“Oh dear,” The canine chuckled, the fabric of my boxers catching on the toned globes of my backside behind me and my twitching erection before me as he pushed them down further and further. “Well I can certainly help make that happen. I’ve got a friend or two... or three...”

My anxiety took the floor out from beneath me and I suddenly felt like collapsing, but Daniel’s grip on my thighs was solid. He leaned down and nipped at one of my ears while grinding his cock against my heaving stomach, staining my shirt even more.

“Think you’d be happy being the perfect little party trick?” His muzzle pressed into my ear, his gravelly voice making me tremble even more than the anxiety eating away at my earlier confidence. I felt myself start to get turned around, the dog rotating me so I came to face the cold concrete wall with his imposing bulk directly behind me. “Or I could keep you all to myself...”

His dick flexed, slipping up under my tank top to squirt a fresh line of precum into my fur.

“You want to be mine?” His muzzle returned to my ear, his hands groping my package the moment my boxers finally fell low enough and giving me a possessive squeeze.

“Y-yes...” I replied, realizing just how perfect the canine was for my fantasies.

“Tell me,” I felt him adjust himself behind me, his large canine shaft slipping wetly in between my exposed thighs with a firm grind of his hips. “What could I do with you?”

The answers came to mind immediately, but they tripped over my tongue as I realized that I had never verbalized them before, so all that came out was a small grunt. I was bent forward slightly, my rack tapping the wall and my cheek pressing against the cool concrete as Daniel repositioned us again, sliding his dick up and down between the globes of my ass. My fur there was already soaked in his precum, his length gliding without resistance over my winking hole and his knot spreading my cheeks wide.

“T-take me home...” I started. I had just blown the guy, and it looked like I was about to let him fuck me, so I tamped down my anxiety and fought through the blush searing its way over my face. “Fuck me until I pass out...”

His hips gave a very firm grind forward, his knot actually spreading my ring slightly as it passed over.

“Then...” One final hurdle to clear. “K-keep going...”

Daniel’s floppy ears perked up and the dog tore his eyes from where he was hotdogging his cock with my ass to look directly at me, the grin ever-present, but now somehow darker.

“Keep going, huh?” He cocked his head and gave my right cheek a firm slap. “Maybe I didn’t gauge just how kinky you could be.”

“It’s sort of been... Ah!” The dog pulled back and breached my tight tailring with just the pointed tip of his dick. He held himself there, gyrating only slightly to work the tight muscle, demonstrating an astounding level of patience while I broke out in a fresh sweat. “...sort of been on my mind a lot...”

“Being fucked while you’re asleep?” Daniel rubbed one hand up and down the groove of my spine, evidently more than happy to just watch the tip of his length toy with my hole. “Or being used?”

“Sssssort of—” I hissed as he worked me over. “I... I sort of get anxious, and... I think the less control I have over things the better because—fuck-- because then the anxiety doesn’t matter...”

“Makes sense to me,” Giving his hips a roll, the whole head of Daniel’s cock popped into me, but it wasn’t the wall of pain I had expected thanks to his own ability to hold himself back and get me worked up. “Lemme tell you what...”

He leaned forward, hunching over my arching back to once again fill my ear with his broad muzzle and panting breaths and pulling me firmly back against him with one hand clasping the base of my collar bone.

“Come back to my place, I’ll get you a drink or two or three,” He said, gingerly pushing himself deeper under my tail. “Then you can suck me off again while we wait for my buddies to come by for a visit. One of them can break in your ass while the rest of us pass that pretty muzzle back and forth and you can get all the cock you can handle until you can’t handle anymore.”

He sank the fattest part of his cock into me as he filled my head with images of him and his friends using me, and all I could manage was a breathless gasp and a flex of my pre-dribbling cock.

“Then, you can sleep in the spare room, free for my boys to access while we gush over what a good little fuckboy you are in between. Think you’d like that?”

My antlers caught on the wall as I lost the ability to keep my head upright, my hands splayed out in front of me against the concrete to hold myself at the position Daniel had set me in as best as my trembling limbs would allow. Fuck he was hitting every button I had ever dared to have...

The dog suddenly withdrew most of his length, holding himself back so just the tip was spreading me open.

“Answer me.”

His voice was level and harsh, not angry, but certainly not the light hearted lilt I had grown accustomed to over our meeting.

“Y-yeah—” I said, my voice shaking almost as much as the rest of my body. “Yeah that sou—”

Daniel forced his dick back into me with a brutal application of force.

I squealed, the noise deadened by the walls around us, the shock of the entry making my whole body tense under the rottweiler’s larger frame. He was quick to set a steady pace of thrusts, bludgeoning his way through any resistance my hole had been able to offer, his hands exerting an almost painful pressure on my hip and on my chest as he worked to hold me steady. I was there for him to fuck; his body, his grip, his grunting and his low growling all confirming that he was working himself to his second orgasm whether I wanted him to or not.

The most I could do was take small inward steps to close my legs and give him a better hole to fuck; a pair of thighs for his wet sack to slap against while his pace slowly increased and his growling grew in volume in my ear.

“Oh fuck...” I could hear in his voice how he was screwing his eyes shut, how his sharp teeth were clenching together as his second climax rapidly approached. He leaned back, both hands now coming to rest on my hips to pull me harshly back against his thrusts while he watched his pillar of angry red flesh disappear and reappear from between my taut cheeks. “Christ this is good...”

His prosthetic made a sharp clack as he adjusted his position again, his hips jumping in speed once again while his knot battered its way into my squelching ring bit by blissfully agonizing bit. The lewd noises of our coupling was at war with my high pitched gasps, my mouth dry as I drew in rapid shallow breaths and threw my head back.

“Oh god—” I whined aloud, barely able to form a coherent thought beyond that as my ass clapped back against the canine’s hips.

“Ready for it?” A growling voice cut through the haze in my head.

“Y-yeah!” I didn’t realize what I was confirming, but I also found it impossible to care. “Fuck yeah!”

Daniel could do anything to me.

I wanted him to do everything to me.

Black spots suddenly appeared in my vision as the dog slammed himself home one last time, forcing his engorged knot past my ring and burying himself inside me as completely as he could. Pressure built in me, a potent load of dog cum flooding my insides and offering a token balm to the sting of his brutal entry that rapidly radiated outward through my ass, then my legs and guts, then every remaining inch of me.

When my vision began to clear and my heart stopped trying to burst through my chest, I realized the larger rottweiler had turned us to the side, sitting himself on the bottom step of the basement stairs and resting me snugly in his lap. I was still locked to his crotch, but like the last piece of a jigsaw puzzle, I fit perfectly in the space.

“Do me a favour,” Daniel panted into my ear, holding an arm out in front of us while he dragged his broad tongue up the side of my muzzle. “Give us a smile.”

I was pretty sure my muzzle was already curled in a lust-drunk grin, but I put a bit more effort into making it more noticeable right before I focused on the canine’s extended arm and the phone in his hand. There was a version of us on the screen, though I couldn’t quite make out the details beyond that it was clearly a selfie.

His thumb tapped the screen and the snap of the picture stole my breath.

“One more,” I could hear his grin as he took my hand in his and slipped the device into my fingers. “Show us what that knotted hole of yours looks like in my lap.”

I followed the request—order?-- immediately, weakly leaning forward to hang the phone lower, wrapping my slender trembling arm around the bulk of Daniel’s right thigh to snap a selfie between our legs, and when I brought it back up, the canine rewarded me with a rich chocolatey chuckle.

“You’re a natural, kid,” He kissed the side of my muzzle, taking the phone from my hands and inspecting the image I had taken. “Absolute Grade A Fuckboy.”

There it was, the fat bulb of angry red only just visible behind the aching ring of my hole, a shock of red continuing into his sheath that was thick enough to make me drool on its own. I moaned and leaned my head back, guided gently by the dog to keep my antlers from skewering him.

“Now how about this,” Daniel lifted the phone before my blurry eyes, swapping between pictures of him and another man, both naked, both erect and—swipe-- a third man, cock poking out from the hole of his shorts—swipe-- a fourth and fifth...

“We’ll have our one-on-one time,” Daniel rumbled, stroking my slender stomach with his free hand as he showed me picture after picture of males in various states of undress and arousal. “This time next week though, I want you to be at a certain address at a certain time. Going to be there for me?”

What other answer could I possibly have given at that point...

“Yes...”