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Long time no read! Between my hecktic days, I've finally got this next chapter out. Finished it on a plane coming back home. Had a little note tagged to my laptop screen that read "I'm writing 18+ stuff, friendly passenger inevitably looking over my screen. I'd advise not reading!" It worked!

Anyways, really liked writing this chapter, and it only gets better from here!

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Kyle woke with a start, eyes wide and scanning the ceiling of an unfamiliar bedroom. His heart began to speed up, a whine of panic was just supressed... and then he felt a warm body snuggled close, and his nerves stilled. Smell came back. Alcohol, and his smell, the one he'd become acquainted with late last night. He settled back down into the pillow and let his arm rest against Mason's chest. He was safe. Dreamless sleep overtook him.

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When his eyes opened once more light filtered in through the blinds, shining over the humble accommodation; the room was nothing more than a glorified broom closet. Kyle wondered why Mason chose this room out of any of the other suites in his half-brother's mansion.

What time was it? He turned his head to look at the digital clock by the bedside and felt a sharp pain from the back of his head. Noticed then that beside the clock was a bottle of aspirin and a glass of water; had Mason done it? Kyle's memory could only go as recent as downing his fourth boot after that bathroom escapade. Time after that blurred, but as promised, Mason had made sure he got somewhere safe and in one piece. Sighing gratefully the Doberman took a long drink from the glass, leaving just enough water to down an Aspirin. As Kyle panted to catch his breath he felt paws wrap around his midriff and pull him back. In fact, he just had time to get the emptied glass on the table before he fell backwards, landing in Mason's chest fur and looking up at sleepy, smiling eyes.

"I woke up early to get that."

Kyle looked Mason in the eye and smiled. "Thanks."

Silence. Kyle settled into the larger dog's chest and closed his eyes.

A moment later: "Want a massage?"

Kyle's eyes flicked open and he nodded, rolling off of Mason and onto the mattress. The Belgian rose in his underwear and straddled him from behind, bringing digits down to kneed the muscle around the Doberman's shoulders; elicited a blissful huff.

"Believe it or not, I'm enjoying this as much as you are."

"Ye-" Mason hit a tender spot and Kyle melted "Yea? How's that?"

"You've got a nice body. Anyone ever told you that? And your short fur... well, I'm a sucker for short fur." He moved down lower: the shoulder blades where they met the neck. "Leaves nothing to the imagination."

Kyle blushed, suddenly feeling self-conscious. He looked down his body from the pillow and noticed he still had his jeans on from the night before.

"Pythia seemed surprised when you started dancing with me."

"I did what?" Kyle rolled over--inducing a temporary halt to the massage--and fixed Mason in a wide-eyed stare.

"Danced with me. Get back on your stomach."

Kyle obliged and Mason resumed, working over the two large back muscles on either side of his spine. Electricity tingled from his toe-tips to ear-tips. He'd never been massaged like this before, never with such a strong dog on top of him; every motion went deep and left him drifting in relaxation.

"You were on your fifth boot- that was the last one of the night. The band started to play a smooth song, and I got you to slow-dance with me."

"Jesus, how drunk was I?"

"Drunk enough to not care when Pythia came over with our bill-"

"Oh, shit... did I pay it?" Kyle hoped he had.

"No, I covered."

"Dude..."

"You gave me a good night! It was worth dibbing out a few more dollars."

Mason shifted his focus to working out the stiffness around Kyle's lower back, right where it started to curve towards his taught Dobie butt.

"Relax."

But Kyle couldn't. One of the things he hated most was feeling like a leech.

"If it's really twisting your balls you can pay me back, ok?"

Kyle let out a sigh of relief and nodded, letting his muzzle sink into the gap between his and mason's pillow; blew aside some shed fur that had collected there.

"Better..." Mason fanned his paws out and rubbed in small circles, electing a whine of satisfaction from Kyle. "Did I find the sweet spot?"

The Doberman let out a grunt, but the slightest wag of his stubby tail gave it away. Soon his friend's paws had move further down, right to where his underwear band was.

"Are you ok with..."

"Yea. It's not like you haven't seen me without them in the past."

"So you remember the bathroom, huh?" the Malinois said as he helped Kyle take his pants off; they got caught at his ankles but a swift kick sent them flying over the foot of the bed and into a pile on the floor.

The cool breeze from the ceiling fan washed over him like high tide until Mason, tail to Kyle, started to work at the base of his spine. No one had touched Kyle there in the past and it showed; everything south of his lower back was a mess of knots. Kyle lay quietly as Mason went to work ironing out his burdens.

"I remember the bathroom, don't think I'll ever forget it, either. It's the first time I've ever been in a scenario as strange as that."

"Well, you were being stubborn."

"I can be-" Kyle let out a whine as Mason's paws moved to his buttock and he tensed once more.

"You still ok up there?"

"Mhm." He'd sniffed and nuzzled Mason's cock, it'd be silly for him to be triggered by a casual butt-rub; besides, it felt amazing.

As Mason kept at it, the pleasure of being treated so well changed into a bit of the other kind of pleasure, the kind that got Kyle into all of this in the first place. And to be a problem now, when Mason was so close he could have a cold and still smell whatever Kyle was giving off. He thought of getting Mason to stop, but it felt like he'd already crossed the point of no return; he would let whatever was going to happen next, happen.

The only indicator that Mason gave to tell that he knew what was going on was a sharp sniff and--unseen by Kyle--a tentative wag as he witnessed this sexy dobie getting more comfortable with his own sexuality. After finishing up on Kyle's rear, he played it cool and encouraged Kyle to roll over, pretending to not notice the growing wet mark on the dogs spotted boxers as he began to work on the line of muscle between Kyle's pecs and neck. Below, his endowment hung just low enough to touch the bulge Kyle was sporting... until he rose up and sat down on the doberman's sheath to better access his abs.

Kyle yelped slightly in surprise as Mason fell onto him, resting on his engorged cock like it was no big deal. He kept the massage up, but it was much less purposeful. Kyle knew now that Mason had definitely picked up on his escalated state, and was probably going to capitalize on it in one way or another. A week back this would have disgusted him, but now, he felt a foreign feeling of pleasurable taboo: it felt good to be bad. He shifted his position on the bed and felt Mason's weight induce a feeling of tightness all over his doghood.

His knot began to swell and he looked up uncertainly into the muscular Malinois deep green eyes to locate his elusive ultimatum. In Kyle's peripheral, Mason's own display- sticky purple underwear and a very noticeable tent made it known that the feeling was mutual.

"Mason, I-" but before he could finish his sentence the Belgian leaned over top of him, rested his paws at each side of his head, and brought his snout down to kiss.

At first Kyle's muzzle was unyielding, as if rusted. Some tongue work later, however, and Kyle found himself as engrossed in the sloppy kiss as Mason was. As they held each-other close the larger dog began to grind his wood against Kyle's, stimulating the breathless Doberman in a way he'd never felt before. He whimpered and humped helplessly into Mason's advance; the tightness of his underwear grew unbearable.

Mason seemed to be in the same state, as he broke the kiss and pulled his underwear down, stroking himself until Kyle did the same. When they grinded their cocks together again it was skin on skin, a sensation alien to one, and familiar to the point of monotonous to the other. No, Mason wanted something more.

"Get up against the headboard, Kyle. It's time we get you in the know."

Wondering what was to be expected of him Kyle reciprocated, pulling himself up on his elbows.

"Good, herrr-" Mason gave himself a frantic, tight stroke across his aching endowment, shooting a line of pre across Kyle's short, gray chest fur. "Good boy. Now give it a lick, would ya?"

"Will it taste bad?"

Kyle's innocence would be the stuff of sexual fantasy for Mason for weeks to come.

"Don't know until you try." Mason winked and clutched behind his knot to steady his spluttering rocket, leaning in so Kyle wouldn't strain his neck.

With an apprehensive growl Kyle did as he was advised and brought Mason's tip to his lips, immediately jerking back as he tried to decide how he felt about it. A few more lines of Mason's precum splattered over his nose as he debated before he concluded that it was tolerable... just like everything else he'd thought was going to be horrid about gay sex.

You don't know until you try...

Imitating the girl's he'd seen online, he covered his canines with his lips and took Mason's shaft into his mouth.

"Close your lips around it. Porn stars are wimps. I don't mind a bit of teeth if you can give me a better blow."

Retracting his lips so that he could suck more than bob, he attempted to go as far down on Mason as he could, which happened to only be two thirds with how unaccustomed his gage reflex was after the cock cleared his muzzle. Feeling useless he tried to force himself down further.

"Take it easy, mutt." Mason chided, but Kyle tried again anyways, gagging harder. "Hey, hey, this isn't a competition. Kyle, look at me for a moment."

Kyle pulled off of Mason's dick and looked up, licking away a strand of saliva hanging from his lower lip.

"It's my first time... ever... with anyone." For the sake of transparency, it had to be said.

"I know it is, and you're doing well. I don't know what those pornos tell you, but you've got to be enjoying this as much as I am or it doesn't happen."

"Re-really?" Kyle had always assumed that the bottom...

"Yea, really. Try again, doggy."

Kyle playfully growled. "You do know how close your dick is to my sharp teeth, right?"

Mason laughed. "There we go, that's what I wanted to see. Try again."

Kyle fixed Mason's cock like it was a juicy bone.

"Can I...?" he wanted a go at Mason's knot.

"It's all yours." The Belgian approved, letting his paws drop.

"Th-thanks."

Kyle brought a shaky paw up to grip Mason's knot, the base of the Belgian's doghood went between his index and middle digits as the knot itself was enveloped by his paw pads. He'd do this to himself to push him over the edge, and it was exceedingly easy to replicate the action when the cock was in front of him, and not between his legs. And about that cock. It was stiff as a flagpole and shooting copious amounts of precum-cum-semen across his waist and the back of Mason's legs.

Feeling determined, he again brought his muzzle to the larger dog's dirty tool, sliding it this time into the gap between his top and bottom canines; enveloped it all with his moist, black lips. Mason groaned at the sensation, encouraging the Doberman to continue exploring his length with a slight hump and Kyle let himself be wrapped up in the sensation of taking another males cock.

The stuff that spurted onto his tongue had a faintly pleasant taste, like honey way watered down. As he began to suck, rolling his strong tongue all around Mason's shaft and pointed tip, he felt lightheaded. What he was doing, it felt right somehow, and Mason, or in this case Mason's cock, seemed to agree as the fluid content began to thicken; the flavor, bolden. It legitimately tasted like honey. Making sure to maintain Mason's mock knot, he jerked ruthlessly at the base of his swollen gland and reveled a bit in how tense the sooty dog's calves were, as if they were just holding back powerful thrusts. And even these defences started to weaken as he took a bit more of the length in enabling him to cover the Malinois entirely with his two paws and muzzle.

"K-Kyle. I'm gonna cum really soon if you-" Mason let out a cute little awooo as he just reigned himself in. "If you keep this up."

But Kyle had gotten a taste for it now, and didn't want it to end. He lessened the overall tightness just a bit until, after a bit of experimentation, Mason's hips stopped twitching. The big Malinois above him could only pant, gripping the headboard above Kyle's head for stability. Finding that that was his cue to continue Kyle alternated his blowjob's intensity between lesser and tighter until Mason began to pelvis twitch no matter what pace he was going at. Feeling accomplished he took all of the stoppers out, gripped down hard, and prepared for whatever came shooting out of that hung doggy dick next.

It happened to be full-blown cum, and Mason braced bitterly against the paws that toyed with his knot and held his swollen cock, just holding back that primitive signature of an ancient feral dog trying it's very best to get a few solid humps in before breeding. Kyle pulled back after a mouthful of the viscous semen coated his maw (coughing it up as he was very unaccustomed to swallowing that much), and with his knot-holding paw pointed Mason's cock off to the side, bringing the other down to tie himself into a vicious orgasm that made him drop the other's endowment forgetfully and ride out his own kind of bliss. Mason's doghood pulsed, shooting lines of cum across the headboard and himself while Kyle closed his eyes ecstatically and covered his dick, letting his entire paw become covered. They retained only a little, and so his seed began to pool around his dick, dripping down the shaft to hang off his twitching tailhole and, finally, find its way down his stub tail and then to the mattress below.

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"So, how did it feel?" Mason finally broke the peaceful silence between the two; it had begun after they recovered from their orgasms.

Kyle froze with half a bacon strip hanging from the corner of his mouth. Chewed meditatively before answering. "Good."

"A dog of many words."

"I'm still a bit breathless. Did that really just happen?"

"As real as the rut I can still smell on you. Didn't you shower?"

"Yes! But I was filthy. You made me filthy."

"You made yourself filthy, Kyle. Cumming all over your fur like you did, I think it'll take a _few_showers before passerbies can't smell how dirty you were."

"I don't know how I feel about that."

"Hold it. You shouldn't get caught up on how you 'feel' about how others will look at you. Own it. You'll be a paw up on everyone else if you just relax and own it."

Kyle snorted "Like you owned that goofy mask, huh?"

"I thought it was bizarre at first, too."

"What's it all about, anyways?"

"The mask?" Mason specified.

"Yep."

"It's a pup mask."

"Wait, so like young dog roleplay?" Kyle didn't want anything to do with it if that was the case.

"Not really. The only puppyish thing that overlaps is cuteness and bidability."

"Like listening to orders?"

A curt nod from the Malinois. Taking his fork down to the yolk of his second egg he burst it, dipping in a piece of toast. And then moments later and out of the blue:

"I think you'd be a great power bottom."

"A what?" The doberman was clueless.

"Pseudo submissive. You're in the traditional positions of a sub, but you're the one in control. Imagine a big, tough Dom getting put in his place by who he thought was the subby! It often leads to interesting results."

"Something tells me you have experience in the position."

"I have experience in all of the positions," Mason admitted.

"And what have you settled on, eh?

"I can't tell you everything on our first date."

"First date, huh?"

"I know, it's gone on for a bit longer then I'd supposed."

"Wait, did you plan all of this: the bowling, the food, that confrontation and my inevitable admittance after a few drinks?"

"I might have, but as for everything that's gone on so far today, it's all been improvising."

"I don't know if I should be creeped out or impressed by the scale of your luring game."

"Then be neither and just accept it! Our history starts now."