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A cold splash of water slapped Markus right in the face, causing him to jolt up and cough. "That woke you up, now didn't it?" A familiar voice, the jaguar's, rang into his ears.

Markus's neck tensed up when he felt the biting grip of ropes binding his wrists and his back up against a wooden chair. He couldn't see a thing, making him quickly realize that he was blindfolded and that his sexy time had turned into something far worse. Coughing a few more times, the doberman spit towards the direction of the voice. "Damn, boy. Don't you know how to treat an old man?"

The doberman's ear twitched at the sound of footsteps before he felt someone's fist slam straight into his cheek, making him taste a hint of copper in his mouth. "Shut your fucking mouth you faggot!" another voice said, this one was more familiar to Markus.

"Haha, didn't think you'd be here, Abe. Who'd guess the Amici's quick to try and off me," Markus still laughed, even though his face hurt like hell.

He heard a low growl and, even with his blindfold on, he could imagine the pitbull's ugly expression as another blow came crashing down, this time on his stomach. Markus coughed and wheezed as he had the air knocked right out of him. "I always knew you had a damn mouth on you, Markus. But I didn't think that even while walking death row you'd still be so talkative." Markus' breath hitched as his head was yanked back and a cold sharp edge was placed against his throat.

"Hehe," Markus chuckled.

"What's so damn funny?" Abe asked.

The doberman shrugged his shoulders and smiled. "You, of course. To think, a brat who's still wet behind the ears thinks that he can intimidate me," Markus chuckled again. "I'd have thought the Amici would show me some respect and have a real man take care of me. Not some pup that's just been weaned off his mama's tits."

His laugh came to an abrupt halt as another fist slammed into his chest, followed by two more shots to his head. Even with his eyes covered, he still felt like the world was spinning around him and that a few of his teeth were knocked loose. "I guess a cocksucker is good at running their mouth, even when they shouldn't," the jaguar's voice piped up. Another cold sharp edge dug up against the doberman's side, making him flinch a little from the touch. "The don had asked us to leave your body intact out of the respect he has for your services, however, I don't think that is necessary. You know why?"

"Heh, let me guess. Cause you want to rid yourself of the idea that you had taken a liking to the taste of a man? Must have been real fucking odd for a boy like you to get rock hard after being kissed up on by a 'real' man," Markus turned and spat the blood in his mouth at the direction of the jaguar's voice.

"You fucking little faggot!" The jaguar growled in rage. One moment Markus was snickering, the next he bit on his bottom lip to hold back from gasping in pain as he felt the biting tip of the blade push deep into his side. The burning sting was a familiar feeling for the doberman, but one he could go without experiencing again. "I want to see how long you last with an attitude like that."

Markus shook his head and his chuckle wasn't as spirited as before. "What's wrong cub? Truth hurts, doesn't it? Come here, why don't you let loose these ropes and let this old dog teach you a few tricks."

Markus' body tensed up as the blade was pulled from his side, but then he felt his leg being pierced, making it nearly impossible for him to not yelp in pain as thousands of little sharp pricks spiked up his entire leg and through the rest of his body. "You're really grating our nerves here, Markus," Abe said. "We're going to ask you a series of questions. If you answer them, then we'll leave your body intact. If you continue to act so cocky, we won't just stab you next time. We'll start cutting off your fingers. Got it?"

"Ah, now you're sounding like a mafioso. For a second there I was wondering if you boys were a part of the mob or some pussy-footed gang," Markus said. The knife was yanked from his leg in response to the snarky comment, causing him to let out a pained gasp. He grunted, his heartbeat pounding against his chest, as his hand was grabbed and the wet blade pressed against his pinky.

"Why the hell have you been getting all nice and cozy with the Vozza lately? What have they offered you to sweeten the relationship between you?" Abe demanded.

Markus' ears flicked as he felt his head grow dizzy from both the loss of blood and pain. The sound of footsteps resounding around the room gave him an ominous feeling, but he did his best to keep the toothy smile on his muzzle. "What deal? The Vozza knows I'm a neutral party through and through. I take no deals from either one of you, just your money."

The dobie's grin turned into a gritted grimace and his toes curled up at the burning bite of the blade's edge sawing into his pinky. They didn't cut too deep, but the slow cutting was so painful that the doberman had to do everything in his power to stop from screaming. "Is that so? Then why have you been so much closer to them than our family?"

"Friendlier bunch, as I'm sure you noticed," Markus panted as he regained his posture. His voice was weak and raspy from the pain, but there was no hiding the seething rage in his tone.

He heard Abe huff disapprovingly, and he didn't have to guess what would happen next. The blade sawed faster and harder into his finger, cutting him all the way through the bone before dismembering his pinky. Markus howled out in agony, his entire body wrenching against his bindings in agony. He was no stranger to pain, but the loss of his finger took it to a whole new level. He snapped his teeth shut and bit his lip in defiance. "I see why the don approves of you so much. You're not a man that easily breaks. However," a hand snatched the doberman by the chin, forcing his muzzle to point up, "I want to see how long you can last after losing all ten of your fingers. Well, if you don't die from the loss of blood."

"Heh, Abe you are one sick puppy. You better hope you do kill me today, because if you don't, both you and the kitten over here are going to find out what happens when you piss off 'The Reaper'," the Doberman coughed and shuddered as the blade pressed into his wedding finger beside the bleeding stump.

"Oh, don't worry, you won't be escaping us, Mr. Reaper," Abe mocked and snickered like a mad dog. "So where were we? Oh yes. Tell us, what do you know about the Vozza's current situation? The more valuable the information, the easier this will be on you."

"Well darn. I guess that it won't be easy on me." Markus's voice was growing weaker as he felt his leg and sides going cold from the blood loss. If he was going to die, he'd better make the most of it. "Because since I'm...neutral...I'm not privy to information from the Amici or the Vozza. It's a shame, really."

"A shame indeed. I guess a second finger is going to be gone then," Abe snapped his finger and Markus mentally braced himself for the second coming of pain.

A loud bang erupted through the room, taking all three of them by surprise. Although Markus couldn't see a thing and he was extremely weak, his sensitive nose and cropped ears still worked perfectly fine. It only took him a second to pick up the familiar scent before his ears folded back at the sound of gunshots ringing through the room and loud screams of pain coming from Abe and the jaguar. "Filthy little pieces of shit!" Eric's voice shouted as heavy sounds of footsteps moved towards Markus. "Shit, they did a real number on you!"

Markus wasn't sure if he wanted to laugh or cry at what he heard. "They sure did. Never thought I'd be happier to smell you and that brat over there," Markus chuckled weakly.

A low huff came from his left side as he felt a light prick of pain from his wrist as the ropes were cut and a comforting touch rested on his arm. "You still have to call me that?"

The doberman chuckled when he turned right as the blindfold was removed, allowing him to see the big bulky bull on his knees with a smoking gun in his hand. "You are what you are, Vodak. That's never going to change..." Markus blinked slowly as the lighting in the room started to dim.

"Markus? Markus! Shit.... get a doctor....now!" Vodak's voice started to fade out, and the doberman only caught brief phrases from time to time. The only thing that he could pick up was the feel of a warm touch and a large comforting hand stroking his back. A shame...if I don't survive then I won't be able to feel your touch any more, now would I? was the last thought that Markus had before everything drifted into darkness.

Soft, soothing, yet also wet was the sensation that stroked Markus' conscious awake. His eyes fluttered and opened, only to close at the strong glaring light. "Mmmm..." He groaned before relaxing as that sensation came again, brushing against his forehead. "Where...am I?" His voice was dry and rough, as if someone had taken sandpaper to his throat.

"Now you decide to wake up?" Vodak's voice was a pleasant surprise. "You're at my place."

"Your place?" Markus coughed and wheezed.

Vodak's palm rested on the doberman's chest, rubbing it to help stop the coughing. "Here, don't talk so much." Something smooth and cold pressed against Markus' lips. He opened his mouth to allow the cool touch of water to drip down his sore throat, easing some of the pain. "You've been out for a few days now."

"Hell... They really did do a number on me..." Markus sighed and tried to open his eyes again, only to find he was still unable to handle the light.

A deep chuckle filled his ears which, oddly, made him smile up at Vodak. "Don't even bother. You need to rest. I'll be back later tonight. Also don't worry about your other job. Drako had a few people let your boss know what's going on. You haven't lost it."

Just hearing the bull's words put some ease on Markus' mind, allowing him to drift back to sleep. He wasn't sure how long he was out for after that. Sometimes he'd open his eyes to find himself alone in the room, other times he'd open his eyes to see Vodak sitting next to him. It was also a nice change to wake up in the morning to find someone else laying beside him from time to time, instead of opening his eyes to an empty room.

Thankfully, the bull didn't mention anything about what had happened that night or what was going on between the two families. At the moment he couldn't give a rat's ass about the Amici or Vozza, and just wanted to relax. He especially didn't want to think about what had happened to him while he was recovering.

Two weeks passed since the incident, far longer than Markus would have liked, before he was able to move around and not be in so much pain. He smiled from where he was sitting on the bed when he saw Vodak walk through the door. "Seems like you got some strength in you at last," Vodak said. "How does it feel?"

"It's just a finger gone. Not like they cut off my dick," Markus joked, but when he noticed the fire in the bull's eyes he felt a sense of warmth. "I'm fine, Vodak."

"The hell you are. If Eric wasn't so trigger happy and didn't kill those two assholes, I would have..." Vodak's brows furrowed and his fists tightened.

Markus could only laugh, which seemed to ease the bull's worries. "You know, I've seen you pissed before at others, but never for someone outside of Vozza. It feels kind of nice to see a big ol' bull like you getting mad in my stead."

"Markus, you realize you are my family. Just as much if not more so than the Vozza's," Vodak said as he walked over to Markus.

The doberman's ears laid back against his head as the bull took a seat by his side. "You know, if you were straight, you could have swept quite a few women off their feet with that response," Markus smiled.

Vodak didn't. Taking Markus by his hand that no longer had a pinky, the bull kissed the bandaged wound which made the doberman's ears grow hot. "I'm not joking around, Markus. I wish you would notice that I truly care for you. Since the first time you took me out to grab a drink after my first mission, I've found myself growing attached to you. Even more so than Drako or Kevin who had brought me up and raised me as his own son."

Vodak squeezed Markus' hand which left a sharp sting, but the doberman didn't pull away. "Did you know, Markus, that in the eyes of the Don and the rest of the family you are an enigma? Although you walk that thin line that no one in their right mind would walk by dealing with us mobsters, you do as if you don't have a care in the world. You've always seemed so free, like you're in a world meant just for you, and everyone else was just in the background, there to watch you work your magic. I won't lie, back then, when we first met, that carefree side of you, the one where you got the job done and the reward was the end goal, made me think that we weren't so different. Yet, as I've gotten older, I've realized that I was wrong."

Markus' nose dipped down, his eyes locked on Vodak. "Oh? Why do you say that?"

Vodak's nose flared as he tugged at Markus' arm. The dobie didn't need to guess what he wanted and crawled up onto the bull's lap, straddling him even though his leg and side still ached. "Because, I had my family, while you had no one." Those words hit Markus hard. At seeing the dobie's wide eyes, Vodak nodded his head. "You always stuck to your guns or your code, but also by yourself. You never wanted to let anyone near you that dealt with the family because doing so would make you biased.

"Because of that, even though so many within both families respected you and paid you handsomely, you could never rely on them. The only one I saw you get close to was me, and that was because I saw a side of you that you hid so far away that it made you feel welcome at last."

Markus frowned and tried to pull away, but this time Vodak didn't let him. "How would you know what I feel or don't feel, you brat?"

Now it was Vodak's turn to smile. "Even though you have me on age, I have you when it comes to my knowledge of people. Tell me, why is it that you always drag me to go drinking with you or to go for a drive down the country when you never do that with anyone else." Markus' nose twitched but he didn't say anything, which made Vodak's smile widen. "See, I know more than you like to let on. You're comfortable around me, but with others...? Well, even if they know your sexual preference, you're guarded around them."

Markus sighed in defeat. "I hate when you're right."

"Yet that never stopped you from listening to me," Vodak chuckled and nuzzled up against Markus' hand.

The doberman relaxed at the touch. "I'm still wondering how the Amici figured out where I was at and how to plant that damn jaguar there," Markus quickly changed the subject.

The bull's ears flicked and his muzzle scrunched up in concern, which didn't make the dobie feel better. "From what we've been able to pick up, they have been tailing you lately and found out a few of your trends. It's why when you went to the Octave, they had already expected it, and had a boy that matches your general preference."

Markus' heart dropped into the pit of his stomach. After he had regained consciousness a few days ago, he had guessed that the Amici must have been tailing him to find out his weakness. However, it didn't make him feel good to hear it. It meant that Vodak was right about him being too sloppy these past few months. Though, what really bothered him wasn't the fact that the Amici had stooped so low as to stalk him, but the amount of detail Vodak had on the issue.

"I take it that the Vozza now know about...me?"

The bull nodded slowly and Markus felt like the weight of the world came crashing down on him. "It was Kevin that relayed the information to Drako about what they found out. Of course the information is confidential and no one except a select few in the family knows, however...I'm sure you know the reaction."

"Heh, most likely with Drako asking how he had a queer in his presence this entire time and how disappointed he is that he had such a high opinion of me. Am I right?" Markus' throat tightened up as he forced out the words.

The corners of Vodak's lips perked up. "You're not fully wrong."

"Huh?" Markus blinked and his nose squinched up. "Explain."

"Drako said something along those lines. However, he also had to commend you as well." Seeing Markus' ears shoot up and his eyes give Vodak a baffled stare, the bull laughed before continuing. "Although no mafioso will look kindly to someone who likes the same sex, Drako isn't a fool. He knew you kept your sex life under wraps, and still upheld your sense of dignity by sticking to your guns even while being tortured, just so you could stay neutral. That takes a lot of balls, more than most of our family can admit to being able to do.

"Kevin also had to point it out to Drako that since the Amici had obviously cut ties with you, it was also a perfect time to steal you away." Vodak smirked. "If you can stay true to yourself even after all of that, it would be a wonder what you would be like if you joined the Vozzas. Not to mention, I brought it up that if you being gay is that big of a deal then I can just leave the family."

"Wait, what?!" Markus' fur rose up in shock as he yanked his hand away from Vodak and grabbed the bull by the shoulder, ignoring the stabbing pain from the stub. "What do you mean about leaving the Vozzas? Don't you dare tell me that--"

"I told them I was gay as well? Yes. I only hid that because I didn't want to make it an inconvenience for you. Knowing Kevin, he is open-minded, as well as his two younger brothers. So I never once thought that I would be in a rough spot if they found out. However, I knew you would. So when I told them, Drako threw a fit and Kevin and the others help calmed him down. In the end, it was decided that it was confidential and that no one is to find out about us. However, Drako had charged me with seeing about pulling you over to the Vozzas.

"If you did, you won't need to work a second job. Drako already values you, and even though he hates the fact you sleep with men, he wouldn't do you wrong. He's even willing to pay you twice as much as he has done in the past for disposing bodies, as long as you do so along with helping ingrain some values into the younger members of the family. You have the makings of a leader and someone that can instill an iron will of loyalty in our family that we desperately need more than ever.

"Of course this means that you will no longer be able to deal with the Amici and any contact with them must be served. We, or I should say I, will make sure that you won't have to worry about them hurting you again." Vodak paused, his tail swishing with curiosity as he rested his palms on the doberman's lap. "So what do you say? Join the Vozza. It's not bad to have a place you can call your own, a family that is yours, and a bull that's going to be here when you need the support."

For a moment, Markus didn't say a single thing. His grip on the bull's shoulders weakened and the sharp spike of pain dulled down to the point of vanishing by the time the Vodak had said his piece. "I was right." Markus shook his head, placing his palms on top of Vodak's hands. "If you were straight, you could woo any woman of your choosing."

"But since I'm gay, does that mean I can woo you?" Vodak's brow arched as he smiled.

Markus' nose flared up but instead of saying anything he leaned over and wrapped his arm around the bull's neck as he pulled him down into his kiss. There was no heat behind it, no lust nor desire to spark their lower halves to life. Their kiss was slow and casual, like it was the first time in years since the two had tasted one another's lips. The bull's arms coiled around the doberman's waist, his fingers rubbing right above Markus' nub. His touch was gentle, caring, and it struck a soft spot in Markus that he never thought he'd feel.

When they pulled away, the doberman's ears laid against his head from the loving look that Vodak gave him. It was the same look he always gave Markus whenever he left the doberman's house or whenever they met up after one of the bull's missions. He had never paid attention to it or moreso, he didn't want to. He didn't want to notice the longing gaze Vodak would give in fear that he wouldn't be able to pull away. Having feelings for a man in the mob was a one-way trip to the bottom of a lake.

It was safer to just keep it casual and a one night stand, for him and even more for Vodak. However, even with Marku's sexual preference coming to light, the bull not only still carried the same loving look, he had even come out to the Don himself. All just for Markus. He was a cold, calculative kind of doberman, but even he couldn't deny how much this touched him.

"Yeah...yeah you can," Markus finally said, his nose brushing up against Vodak's septum piercing.

The bull's nose flared up along with his smile. "About damn time." Vodak kissed the doberman's nose, his thumbs tugging down on Markus' waistband. "I've been wanting to make you mine for years now."

Markus rolled his eyes and laughed as his hips arched up, making it easier for Vodak to tug his pants below his ass. "Oh I know. Though, now that you have me, what do you plan on doing to me?"

"Well, first off, I want to bareback that ass and fully claim that hole as my own." Vodak's voice dropped lower as his musky scent made Markus wiggle in his lap. "Will that be an issue?"

"Mmm none at all stud. Though, I better get to breed your plump ass in the near future as well." Markus's tail wagged.

Vodak chuckled and swatted Markus's ass, making the doberman moan. "Come on, let me get a good look at that ass, hun."

The doberman's ears grew hot at what Vodak had called him. He had men call him "hun" more times than he could count but when Vodak whispered it, it actually meant something to Markus. He crawled off the bull's lap and onto the bed. "Mind giving this old dog a hand?" He asked, wiggling his hips in front of Vodak.

A smile graced the bull's lips as he tugged the doberman's pants to his knees. Markus huffed as he watched Vodak kneel at the edge of the bed and hook his arms under the doberman's legs. He shuddered when the familiar cold touch of the septum ring touched his ass.

When Vodak parted his cheeks, a low groan of anticipation slipped past Markus' lips as he wiggled his hips back toward the wisp of warm air that brushed against his entrance. "Damn lovely hole if I ever saw one." Vodak chuckled and pressed his snout against the doberman's pucker, breathing in Markus' scent before running his tongue against it.

"Ooooh..." Markus' leg twitched under the slow gentle strokes of the bull's tongue against his entrance. Pleasure and relief went hand in hand as Vodak's tongue was so relaxing that it killed the aches and the pains he had wound up inside of him, and replaced them with a nerve-tingling sensation that made his cock throb. His hole twiched at each flick of Vodak's tongue, and his hips pushed back the moment he felt that thick tongue prod past his defenses.

Not a finger, a dildo, nor even a dick could make the doberman quake as much as a good tonguing. Even when he wasn't in the mood to be fucked, Markus never turned down someone who wanted to rim him. Especially Vodak. The way he humped his muzzle between doberman's ass, shoving his tongue as deep as he possibly could, made Markus drool and moan louder than any bitch.

"Holy hell, Vodak!" Markus groaned and reached back with his good hand, cupping the back of the bull's head to hold his snout against his hole. He squirmed every time Vodak's huge tongue slid out of him and moaned when it was shoved back in, spreading his tight hole open.

"Mmmmm fucking tasty hole you got on you, love." Vodak growled and nipped at the doberman's ass, making him yelp from how sensitive he was. "Could spend all day making out with it." The bull smirked down at Markus as he rubbed his thumb against the spit-covered pucker.

"Is that so?" Markus smiled back at the bull. "Well unless you got some lube on you, I'm going to have you put that tongue back to work."

Vodak huffed and slid his thumb inside of the doberman. Markus gasped and buried his head into the mattress. A sharp sting mixed with a pleasurable fullness seeped through Markus as he clenched his eyes shut. He worked his hips back onto Vodak's thick thumb till he took the knuckle then rocked his hips back off of it. "Awrf..." He peered back at the bull, to see him smiling down at him, which made him shudder more than even that skilled tongue.

"Take your time. I'm in no rush, handsome," Vodak chuckled, leaned down, and spit on the dobie's hole. "I want to make sure by the end of today, you finally call me your bull." Vodak's voice dropped a few steps as he popped his thumb out and replaced it with his tongue.

Freckles of black spots filled Markus' vision as he found himself in a war between pain and pleasure. One moment he felt his hole spread wide open with one then two fingers, stretching him more than his body really was up for at the moment, only to have the sting vanish from that velvet tongue that slithered its way inside of him. Even the ache from his missing fingers seemed to fade into oblivion each time Vodak's tongue passed across the dobie's spit-covered hole. "Rrrrf, shiiiit Vodak...Please tell me you have lube..." Markus panted, wiggling back into each thrust of the bull's muzzle, pushing every inch he could of that tongue inside of him.

Markus' ears grew hot when he heard Vodak loudly slurp at his pucker. His asshole felt tingly and full of saliva, to the point where Vodak could slip three of his fingers all the way inside of Markus without him feeling a bit of pain. "Mmmm I do, but the way you've been sounding, I thought you'd want to go all natural."

Markus rolled his eyes, but still smiled back at the bull. "Asshole...talk to me when I'm fully healed up..." He gasped and clenched around the bull's digits as a fourth finger popped inside. "Fuuuuck! Hurry up and get the damn lube already. I want that cock inside of me."

"Such a needy little dobie." Vodak laughed, got up, and moved over to Markus' face. The doberman's brow arched at the way Vodak smiled down at him, bouncing his monstrous shaft up and down in his palm with a loud thud. "But first, why don't you show me how eager you are with that muzzle?"

"Vodak, if any other man was to talk to me this way I'd probably lay them out." Markus' nose flared up at the overwhelming musk that drafted up to him, making his mouth water.

"And how do you feel when I talk to you this way?" Vodak grinned as he placed the tip of his cock right up to Markus' lips.

Rolling his eyes, the dobie nuzzled the underside of the bull's cock, licking it then kissing the pre-dripping slit. "Mmm I tolerate it" He smiled before wrapping his lips around the crown of Vodak's dick. Markus didn't always admit it, but he truly enjoyed have a nice thick piece of meat placed in his muzzle. It felt great to be able to bob his head down the smooth skin, working his tongue against it, hearing the way he drove his partner insane.

It didn't matter if he was doing the fucking or being fucked; as long as his partner was well equipped, he definitely wouldn't pass up on the chance. Especially with Vodak. Even after all the years they fooled around, the dobie still couldn't take all of him in his mouth, and the bull still had the thickest cock out of any guy he fucked around with. Vodak's moan filled Markus' ears as the bull's hand squeezed the back of the doberman's head. He could feel the bull's cock twitching in his throat before sliding out till the tip was pressed right up to the dobie's lips, and then slithering back down into his throat.

"Holy, hell! Such a great fucking muzzle!" Markus grunted at Vodak's words as his nub wagged. A low growl rumbled up from the doberman's throat and around the bull's shaft as it pumped in and out of his muzzle. There was no fighting back from Markus as he let Vodak use his muzzle the way he wanted to. First he went slow, something Vodak rarely did since he knew Markus could handle his girth, but once he noticed that the doberman was still fine, his hips pistoned, drilling his cock into the dobie's muzzle like he would an ass.

Markus clenched his eyes shut and groaned, his throat spreading and tightening with each thrust. He moved back a little to allow Vodak to crawl onto the bed, so that the big bull could drive his prick down Markus' throat more efficiently. His own cock bounced and throbbed from the force of the bull, leaving a small puddle of pre right below him. "MMPH!" His undamaged hand clawed at the bed sheets when he felt Vodak's hand move from the back of his head, only to jerk when both of the bull's hands clamped down on his cheeks. "Rrrf!"

"Come on hun, take me to the hilt. I want every inch of me in both of these holes." Vodak spat on Markus' ass before running his fingers down the spit trail and down between the doberman's plump cheeks. All Markus could do was gasp around that thick cock as his hole was spread wide open again, making him really want to just spit the bull's cock out of his mouth and to have him put it to better use. Still, he growled at the challenge and relaxed his throat as best as he could before leaning forward, taking every last inch of Vodak down in his muzzle for the first time.

"Fuck yes!" Vodak yelled as he ground his hips right up to Markus' lips. "Holy fuck, holy fuck, I want to cum in your mouth so badly." Vodak shoved all four fingers into the dobie's hole, making it ache to be filled so badly that he could barely handle it.

"Mmmgh!" Markus gagged and pulled back quickly until Vodak's slobbery wet shaft was dangling right in front of him. "Ugh! Shit! That's not going to happen often." Markus coughed and swatted at Vodak's chest.

The bull had a smile on his face that wass filled with unbridled affection and lust. Leaning down, he placed another kiss on Markus' lips. "Mmm, not-often still means sometimes. I'm okay with that."

"Fuck it, would you just get the bottle of lube already?" Markus' nose wiggled, but relaxed more as his arms finally started to give out, forcing him onto his sides. Vodak's brow twitched as he notice the flicker of pain that crossed Markus' face, but before he could open his mouth Markus waved his hand. "How long are you going to be babying me?"

"You know how to be romantic." Vodak rolled his eyes and grabbed the bottle of lube from the dresser.

Markus' hole clenched tight as the scent from the lube brushed against his nose when Vodak snapped it open, making him perk his rump up eagerly. "Still sure you want this dobie?" he asked, softly as Vodak slathered the lubrication across his thick veiny rod.

"More than you know," Vodak smirked before crawling on top of Markus. The doberman didn't move; instead he relaxed when Vodak adjusted his legs to give better access to his ass and he moaned when a cold liquid rubbed against his entrance. "You sure you'll be fine?"

"You weren't worried about that when you were drilling into my muzzle." Markus shuddered and ground his hips back as he felt the cock head press up to his entrance.

Vodak nipped the scruff of Markus' neck, causing the doberman to arch his back and gasp. "Mmm that's because even when you're beaten and bruised, it hasn't stopped that mouth of yours from yapping."

"Hmph." Markus only shook his head as Vodak leaned over him. His back pressed against Vodak's chest and his head relaxed right up against the pillow of the bed. He took a long deep breath as the bull's head wedged past his pucker. All Markus felt was a pop and his body grew stiff as a sharp spike of pain surged up through him. "Oh shit..." He bit his bottom lip as he felt his hole stretch out around Vodak's rod.

A piece of him wanted him to stop, but the bulk of him wanted the bull to just push every last inch inside of him. The pain was annoying, but compared to the past few weeks, this was just a light pinch. "Don't you dare stop!" Markus growled, then paused when he noticed the bull flinch. "I got it, just need to adjust. Keep going."

He felt a wave of hot breath against the back of his neck along with Vodak's arm squeezing around his waist. "Oh no, this time, Markus... I'm the one in charge." Vodak stated before biting down where the shoulder met the neck.

Jolts of lightning zipped straight through Markus at the prick of teeth against his flesh. Moaning, he buried his face into the pillow as Vodak's hips pumped back and forth, working his cock inch by inch inside of the dobie's rump. It stung, but every brush against his inner walls left a lingering tingling sensation that overrode the pain.

"There we go...just open up for me hun." Vodak's voice was soft and sweet to hear, gently reminding him to let go of everything, to trust the bull, to truly trust him. Markus' anal walls contracted with each thrust and his body eased more into the comfort of Vodak's warmth. "That's my dobie." The bull's voice shuddered as his cock twitched deep inside of Markus.

The doberman could feel his face grow flush, and was happy it was buried into the pillow. This was too soft, gentle, loving for him. Yet it felt so damn right that he didn't want it to stop. He moved his leg out a bit more to give Vodak a better angle, hoping that it would finally give him what he wanted, which was to have him delve that huge cock deep into his tight hole.

Thank god Vodak didn't disappoint. Markus busted out into a load lustful groan as the bull's hips finally collided up to his rump. He felt so full and wonderful that he couldn't help but wiggle his hips right back onto Vodak's crotch. Vodak's body also quaked at how eager the dobie was. As if the last restraint he had was finally broken, Vodak reached over and took Markus's own shaft into his palm.

"Awro!" Markus whimpered for the first time in ages as he bucked between Vodak's fist that pumped up and down his shaft, and back against the bull's cock every time it shoved deep into him. "Oh right there, right there Vodak!" Markus moaned out as he bit the pillow. The bull was a loose cannon, slamming hard and fast into the doberman. The pain he felt in his hand, in his ass, even in his entire body, seemed to be fucked right out of him by Vodak, and he loved every second of it.

From the ball-slapping sounds each time their hips met, down to the way the bull whispered sweet nothings into his ears, Markus was in pure absolute bliss. "Fucking love plowing this sweet little ass of yours. Love watching my cock vanish deep inside of you," Vodak panted and nipped at Markus' neck, making him slam back into Vodak. "But what I love more is this huge knot you got."

"Waiiiiit!" Markus' back arched as Vodak wrapped his hand around his inflated knot, making every nerve spark to life inside of Markus. "You fucking dick...." Markus' body quaked up against Vodak's as he felt his dick twitching so badly from the bull teasingly squeezing and rubbing his knot. His balls started to tighten from the approaching climax and his body went stiff as he tried to hold it off.

However, right as Markus thought he had a grip, Vodak squeezed his hand once more around the dobie's knot while he slammed right into that sweet spot inside of Markus. As if darkness filled the room, Markus' vision blurred as he growled so loud that he was sure that Vodak's neighbors across the street could hear him. "Fuuuck!" He clawed the bed as he felt a liquid warmth spread out from underneath his stomach.

For a second he went limp on the bed, unable to move or think. Even when Vodak, who still hadn't gotten off, pulled out, the only thing Markus could do was shiver and groan reluctantly for having that thick piece of meat leave him. "You ass..." he panted and rolled over to look up at the bull.

Smiling down at Markus, Vodak rubbed the doberman's cum covered belly, to Markus' discomfort. "I'm your ass."

Taking a deep breath, Markus closed his eyes under the afterglow. "Mmmhmm."

Markus' ears twitched at the loud huff from above. "And?" Vodak patted Markus' belly.

A smirk spread across the doberman's face as he opened his eyes before he simply asked, "Which side of the bed is mine?"