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True to his word Georgio had delivered a suit for each of us. As per his new job title Max helped me dress in my new duds. He had some learning to do. He'd never worn suits much and wasn't well versed in tying ties. It was something that he was going to have to be taught by Geoffrey. Mom had suggested that we buy a mannequin in my size for him to practice dressing while I was at work.

Not that I was good at it either. I'd never worn a suit before I started working a year ago. I'd never owned a suit growing up. Even my regular clothes were bought at a thrift shop when I was in high school. It took me forever to get a decent knot in a tie and when I managed to get one tied I usually just loosened it up enough to get it over my head when I took it off so I could just slip it on the next day.

All my previous suits had been off the rack from Men's Wearhouse. They were nice enough but nothing in the same league as Armani. I was still parking in my same spot since no one knew yet that I was the new President in waiting. But I did turn some heads with the new car. I'd driven it to work on Wednesday but I'd gotten there earlier than most of the other Executives. No one had actually seen me drive in yesterday and it seemed a few of the guys got there early to see it when I drove up.

I was intercepted by the guys that wanted to see my new car. I'd been expecting it and in order to not feel foolish I'd memorized all of the specifications of the car to regurgitate back at them so they wouldn't know how clueless I was about cars.

There were other executives that had better cars than I did. Many of them had been receiving seven figure salaries for a decade or more. And some of them lived even higher than their means. But I did my best to be one of the guys while showing off the Ferrari in my new Armani suit. A few of them even commented on the new suit.

I went to my office and went through the process of assigning the major IT projects to the proper department heads. I realized that one of my first duties as President would be to decide on my replacement as VP of IT.

The phone rang and a cheerful lilting voice came from the other end. It was Frank's Secretary Tracy. "Ethan Mr. Fürstenberg would like to see you." This was no surprise, I was just waiting for him to get in and get settled.

"I'll be up in a few minutes Tracy." I said and hung up the phone. I didn't bother putting the pheromone ionizer in my suit. I only bothered with it when I was worried about someone trying to influence me with their dominance pheromones. Dad and I were on the same team now.

I walked into Tracy's office and as I walked to the elevator she gave her best wolf whistle and said, "Nice suit." Winking at me as I walked past. I got into the elevator and headed up to Frank's Penthouse Office.

I knocked on his office door and heard a cheerful, "C'mon in Son."

I walked in the door to see Dad sitting behind his desk shuffling papers. Dad had had maintenance get a high backed bar stool so I could sit next to him at his desk while he showed me the ropes. We got right to it.

We worked through the business of the day. He explained what was going on and then quizzed me on what we should do. He seemed pleased with my decisions. "You show more natural insight into the overall scheme of business than any of the others. They are all good at what they do, but they only see their limited scope of the business. Any one of them would get the business completely out of balance by putting too much stress on there division, while shorting others. You seem to have the vision to see how it all works together."

"On top of that all of them have to much personal ambition. To the point that they lack integrity to some degree. They are too busy looking out for themselves rather than the overall good of the company. Most of my movers and shakers have some skeleton in their closet from these types of things."

"Despite my reputation as a shrewd negotiator and someone that drives a hard bargain I've never compromised my integrity in a business deal. Even if I make a bad deal, I always hold up my end of it. I put the company's well being first. In the long term I've benefited from it because it's made me the richest dog in the world. But my goal wasn't to be rich, it was to build the best damn company on Earth."

"You're the only one of my executives that I feel has the integrity to take care of the company like I do. I can teach you everything else. Like how to reward up and 'cumming' young executives. Like the one that's scheduled in here as soon as I call down to Tracy to send him up. Why don't you wait in my bedroom in the back. The mirror on the wall behind me is of the same material as the windows of the bedroom." He said dismissing me. "Tracy send up Higgins." He spoke into the intercom.

I went into the back room and walked over to where the mirror was and I had a bird's eye view of the office. I stood there watching as a handsome barrel chested Rottweiler walked into the office. Dad had called him a young executive, but he had to be in his early thirties, I seemed to forget how much older all of them were than I was. Most of them hadn't even graduated from college by my age. Dad got up and walked over to him thrusting out his huge paw which completely engulfed the Rottie's paw, which was large in it's own right.

"Well Higgins welcome to upper management. I've been following your progress and I feel you're exactly what we're looking for in our executives." Dad said looking down at the Rottie. He was about six feet four inches tall, which left him about four inches shorter than Dad. On top of that you could tell by the body language just who was the alpha dog in this situation.

"Have a seat." Dad said pointing to one of the chairs directly in front of his desk which was about six inches shorter than his to accentuate their height difference. While the Rottie took his seat Dad went around the desk and sat down.

Dad went through a litany of Higgins's accompaniments from memory, not reading them off of anything. You could see Higgins becoming even more of the "eager puppy" as Dad poured it on. "So you've been with us for nine years?"

"Yes Sir." He replied eagerly.

"So you probably know that our upper level managers are well compensated. Right?"

"Yes Sir." He responded, his little stub wiggling in eagerness. His posture was showing more and more submissiveness. I could only imagine how heavy Dad's dominance pheromones were inside that office.

"In addition to financial compensation there are other, er, shall we say rewards..." Dad said cryptically.

"And what would those be Sir?" He asked. I could tell he wanted to bend over the desk right now.

"Well one of the reasons that you've been promoted is that you seem to know your place and that you've been a team player."

"Yes Sir. Playing college football instilled that in me."

"Yes if I remember correctly you were an all conference center for the Canes."

"Yes Sir." The Rottie seemed confused as to where this was going.

"Well in football there are leaders and followers. I should know, I was a first team All American quarterback my junior and senior years. A torn rotator cuff derailed my pro career before it started. But as everybody knows the quarterback is the leader of any football team, and I'm the quarterback of this one."

"Yes Sir!" He said eagerly.

And with that Dad stood and started to walk around to the front of the desk. Higgins started to rise and Dad forestalled him. "I didn't tell you to rise." Higgins plopped back down in his seat as if gravity had quadrupled.

"That's a good pup." Dad said soothingly as he stood directly in front of Higgins. His crotch right at nose level. I could just imagine the concentration of dominance pheromones radiating off of his crotch at that close distance. The Rottie licked his lips in anticipation.

"Go ahead and take it out pup. You know you want it." Dad had built it up so perfectly, it wasn't going to be long before this big alpha purebred was going to be begging to make his contribution to the "Stain of Shame" on Dad's desktop.

He pulled the zipper of Dads pants down and fished his still flaccid cock out through the fly of his silk boxers and his Kiton slacks. You could tell from Higgins's facial expression that he'd been hit with an overwhelming dose of dominance pheromones.

Dad's cock was starting to harden from being handled. "My guess is that a big dominant stud like yourself isn't used to being on the receiving end, but you'll get used to it." He said and he put a paw on the back of the Rottie's head and pulled it forward.

Higgins brought his paw up to Dad's cock and peeled the sheath back. Although he wasn't used to giving blow jobs I'm sure he was quite familiar with receiving them. So he knew what the bitches and subby dogs did to him that made him feel good.

He took Dad into his muzzle and started to bob up and down on Dad's now fully erect cock. I could see the shock on his face when he saw how large it actually was. I'm sure being a big barrel chested dog like he was, he probably thought he was large. He was large, just not as large as the Alpha Great Dane who was now fucking his eager muzzle.

Dad pulled his head off of his cock and said, "Down on your knees."

Higgins dropped to them so quickly that I was shocked he didn't break his knee caps. "Take off my shoes Pup." He ordered and continued to give directions until he was naked to the waist, his ten inch cock jutting out at a forty-five degree angle. He was primed and ready for action.

"My guess is that you've never lifted that cute little stub for anyone before."

"No Sir." He said.

"Good because it's gonna belong to me now. Strip to the waist." Dad ordered and Higgins complied instantly. He was already erect and oozing. His eight inch cock had an inch of red peeking out of its sheath.

Dad walked him over to the desk and moved the big desk calendar, exposing the stain. "Well Higgins this is what I call my 'Stain of Shame'. Every executive in this company has contributed to it, nearly all of them were virgins when they contributed to it the first time. So you're in good company. Now go put your balls up on the stain and bend over the desk like a good pup." I thought back to how I'd made my contribution to the stain...

Higgins complied, his virgin asshole winking in invitation as Dad knelt behind him to get him ready for his cherryectomy. Higgins's stub was sticking straight up and his pucker almost seemed to be opening on its own even before Dad brought his tongue to it.

Higgins moaned in earnest when Dad's tongue started at the base of his balls, ran up his taint and then over that sensitive virgin flesh. He worked on it for a minute or so. You could see it relaxing more each time his tongue lapped at it.

Finally Dad stood behind Higgins and took an ass cheek in each paw, spreading them widely. He didn't even use his paw, he just tilted his body until his ten inches was positioned right at the entrance of Higgins's virgin pucker.

He slowly eased his hips forward. He didn't want to hurt Higgins, this was supposed to be a reward for good work in addition to showing him just who the ALPHA DOG was in this company. He was a virgin but being such a large dog I'm sure he wasn't as tight as I was when I made my contribution to the "stain".

Even so he gasped when the fat head of Dad's cock popped through his pucker. He held his breath as Dad continued to ease that red rocket into the now very submissive Rottie until his huge balls came to rest against the Rotties.

"You're no longer a virgin Pup." Dad said as he let go of the Rottie's ass cheeks and wrapped his paws around Higgins's hips. He paused for a moment.

"Please Sir. Go ahead and fuck me." He begged.

"Are you sure you really want it Pup? That didn't sound very convincing."

"PLEASE FUCK ME SIR!" He almost shouted and to both our surprise he stood on his tip toes allowing five inches of Dad's cock to slip out before lowering himself back down on it. He moaned loudly as Dad's bloated dickhead jostled his prostate on both the up and down stroke.

"I guess you really mean it Pup. Hold on for a rough ride." Dad exclaimed as he eased back and then slammed in again balls deep into the Rottie's virgin asshole. As he did a spurt of precum burst out of the end of Higgins's still sheath encased cock. Soon Dad was jackhammering into his tight hole going onto his tip toes to put extra for momentum. Each thrust lifted Higgins a few inches off of the desk.

"You like... It rough... Don't you... Higgins?" Dad said spacing the words out between thrusts.

"Yes Sir!" He said like the subby little bitch he was for Dad. I don't think anyone else would have been able to make him want it rough, although I'm sure he'd given it rough plenty of times. It was all in Dad's attitude. By now there was a serious puddle of precum on the desk. The stain was getting renewed.

Dad's massive jaws gripped that thick Rottie neck in a mating bite hard enough to draw blood as he slammed his cock all the way home. It was obvious that he was getting ready to tie with Higgins, he was down to the short strokes as his huge knot started to expand. Finally he rose onto his toes one last time, seating himself balls deep in his newest acquisition. He growled around the Rottie's neck as his tail started flagging and his balls drew up signaling the eruption of a massive load up into Higgins.

From my view I could see Higgins corresponding orgasm. The first spurt was so intense that most of it shot the whole way over the desk and onto the floor. From there each jet was a little less forceful, but still enough that the desk was getting a good whitewashing.

Higgins had his eyes closed and was quietly moaning out his pleasure as his prostate was milked for the first time. With no tail in the way to obscure the view you could see the massive bulge under his sphincter where Dad's knot was pulling against it.

After they had both shot the sperm rich fraction of their orgasms and were in the much less intense prostatic fluid fraction of the orgasm, Dad easily picked Higgins up and carried him over to the overstuffed leather easy chair in the corner and sat down on it with Higgins on his lap.

It was obvious that Higgins was having one of the most intense orgasms of his life. Which meant that he was releasing tons of oxytocin, which would chemically bond him with the being that was in closest proximity. Of course that was Dad. The psychology of this was fascinating. It was something that I'm sure most of the execs didn't understand, since it wasn't in their field of study, but I'm sure it wasn't an accident on Dad's part. I'm sure he knew exactly what he was doing. Higgins would perform however Dad wanted him to to get a repeat performance.

Dad's muzzle was right next to Higgins's ear and while he was in the semi-stupor of his post orgasmic bliss Dad told him how thing were going to be.

"Here at Fürstenberg Industries we work as a team. It all revolves around knowing your place and playing your role. Whenever you do something exceptional for the team you can expect to get rewarded like this. I'll bet a big studly dog like yourself never imagined that playing the bitch could feel so good, did you?"

"No Sir."

"I don't expect you to put out for anyone ranked lower than President. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir." He replied then let out an involuntary moan as Dad's knot pulsed against his prostate, enticing his orgasm to intensify again.

From there they just sat there with their eyes closed as they rode out the rest of there orgasms. The longer they were locked together like that the more intense the bonding would be. I would know from first hand experience.

The Rottie lost his knot first about forty minutes in, but Dad didn't come down for another twenty minutes or so. When he finally pulled out his semen gushed out onto his lap and onto the chair. It looked like the Rottie already knew his role because he turned around and cleaned Dad's cock and balls, but he couldn't get it all out of his fur.

The whole time he was cleaning Dad semen was leaking out of his stretched out asshole. He didn't even bother asking for something to wipe his ass with. He just put his briefs on over his cum drenched ass. Then he finished dressing. Everyone would be able to smell what had happened to him, but I'm sure he wore it as a badge of honor. He was now part of the elite team of upper management. He left the office with a huge smile on his muzzle.

As I came back into the office Dad said, "That's how it's done Son." I couldn't argue with the method or the results. I would have to fine tune it to suit my assets.

When I got home I changed into some casual clothes. I had a surprise waiting for me. Anna Mae came to the door to meet me and grabbed me in an excited hug. "I made dinner for you Ethan."

"I didn't know you could cook." I replied in surprise. To the best of my knowledge she had never cooked anything before. Being a Fürstenberg all her life their chef had done all the cooking except for the times her father had grilled steaks for parties.

"I'd never cooked anything before but I've always enjoyed watching the Food Network and I used to watch the Chef make our food when I was bored. I think it came out pretty good..." She said a little unsure of herself. "I hope you like it."

After that I would have eaten mud cakes frosted with shit with a smile on my face to not hurt her feelings, but fortunately it didn't come to that. She had set a small table for two with candles and a centerpiece of roses. On a cart was the food. She had made Caesar salad, lasagna and garlic bread. And to my surprise it wasn't just passable it was really good.

We dug into the food. I was starved from a hard day at work. I finished my salad and was half way through my first piece of lasagna when I finally stopped long enough to speak. "This is wonderful Anna Mae!"

"Thank you Ethan. I was hoping you'd like it." She paused and continued, "Maybe I can cook all the time."

"If you cook like this you sure can. But I can afford a Chef now. I promised your Dad that I take care of you in the manner you're accustomed to."

She took my paw and looked me right in the eye. "It would make me feel important to cook for a powerful alpha dog executive like you Ethan." She said with complete seriousness..

"You're important without that, but it that's what you want to do I'm all for it."

"Of course when I don't feel like cooking we can always go out to eat." She said grinning.

We finished eating and Max cleared off the dinner mess while we lounged out by the pool. "I made you and Max an appointment at the Groomers at seven. You should probably start getting ready."

"What do you mean get ready, why can't I go just like this?"

"Because the first time I see you all groomed up I want you to be in one of those Armani suits. Although if you're any hotter than you are right now I may just rip it off of you." She growled sexily in my ear.

"OK then it's definitely worth getting dressed up for." I replied.

Max was still in his suit. That was his uniform and he would be in it from the time he got up until he went to bed. I do have to say that he did look handsome in the fine clothes that Anna Mae had picked out for him. I got back into the same suit that I'd worn to work but I put on clean silk boxers and a clean dress shirt.

The two of us headed out to the Ferrari. I let Max open the door for me. I wasn't used to it and it made me feel funny at first, but he considered it to be his job and I could see how happy it made him so I'd relented. I had the directions in the GPS and we headed over. I didn't break the speed limit since it wasn't on the roads that Dad had told me were safe. But we got there with time to spare.

The shop had closed at six that evening. They had taken a break for dinner and had the whole crew in to be able to get us in and out as quickly as possible. Neither Max nor I had any idea of what to expect as neither of us had ever been to a groomer before. I'd just expected them to work on my head fur and facial hair. But that wasn't the half of it.

To my surprise they had us go back to the bathing room and completely undress. It shouldn't be surprising that the bathers were Mutts. It was kind of funny that the purebreds didn't like Mutts as customers but they were fine as low level employees.

My bather's name was Rover. It seemed that behind the scenes in a lot of service industries were Mutts doing the dirty work. I had no idea of what breeds were behind him, sort of like me in that respect. And he knew exactly who I was when I walked back to get shampooed. I wasn't surprised any more by it but it still seemed so surreal.

The bathers were nude too and got into the shower stalls with us. First they washed us with special shampoos. They were different. I had one that made my fur soft and silky while they used a different one with Max. He seemed to have some terrier and maybe so Irish Wolfhound in him so his coat was coarse. They used a shampoo and conditioner that accentuated that aspect of it.

It was surprising how good it felt to have someone bathe you. They were very experienced in making it a combination of shampooing and massaging you. They had very strong paws and they could massage all the tension out of your muscles as the shampooed you. Although while he was taking the tension out of my other muscles, it was creating tension in one particular muscle.

They took their time bathing us. And who was I to complain. It felt wonderful. I could have stayed there for hours letting him massage me. Of course they took special care of our dangly bits, although at that point my cock wasn't dangly at all. They kept me on the edge the whole time backing off just in time to keep me from cumming.

All too soon they moved down my legs and then got to my feet. They spent extra time on the feet, massaging them for a good long while.

They turned on the rinsing heads in the shower and it was like being under Niagara Falls. It wasn't so much that it was high pressure but there was a huge flow that just deluged you. The groomer worked his paws through my coat making sure he got out all of the residual shampoo.

"Now Mr. Rhodes we are using the Crown Royal conditioner two for your coat. It will make is softer and less staticy." He said and then started applying it starting at the top of my head and working down just like he did when he put on the shampoo. Again I got the full body massage.

The surprising thing is that up until this point they had worked almost silently other than a few sentences when they were telling us what shampoo and conditioner they were using on us and why that was best for out coat type. It wasn't that they were aloof it was just that they concentrated on massaging every knot out of every muscle. Plus I assumed that they were expected to not chitchat with their betters...

He was still on his knees after massaging my feet. "Now Mr. Rhodes we have one last muscle to relax." He said looking up at me with a grin.

"You don't have to." I said not wanting to force another Mutt to service me.

"Sir we have to let the conditioner set for fifteen minutes. This is something to do to pass the time. Plus it will get you nice and relaxed while the groomers work on you." He said as he moved his muzzle closer to my throbbing erection.

"I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do."

"Trust me Mr. Rhodes there are plenty of snooty purebreds that I have to service that I really resent. The ones that would spit on me it they saw me on the street. You on the other hand are really opening doors for us Mutts. Plus you don't lord it over the rest of us. I'd consider it an honor and a privilege to service you."

Again I was flabbergasted to see what an impact I was having among my kind. But who was I to argue, especially if it was already considered part of their jobs. Max it seemed had much less qualms about getting his cock sucked by his bather. He was already moaning as the Mutt kneeling in front of him was polishing his red rocket.

"Go ahead Rover. As long as it's your choice and not an obligation." I said.

No sooner had the words passed my lips than the head of my little cock passed his lips. I now knew why Max had been moaning. These guys were very experienced and very good at pleasuring their clients. They kept us on the edge for the entire fifteen minutes before deftly draining our balls just in time for the conditioner to be rinsed out. And by the time they had rinsed our fur out our cocks were back in our sheaths.

We both got into a high speed dryer with our bather. We stayed in until we were barely damp and then we got out of the dryers. The bathers took over from there with brushes and hand blow driers, brushing our coats into the perfect shape for the groomers to work their magic.

They took us into a grooming room and set us on low backed chairs that had a hydraulic lift. The groomer that was working on me was a purebred red Siberian Husky. I didn't have an exquisite coat like he did but it was a coat of similar texture.

Max on the other paw was being groomed by a distinguished looking Kerry Blue Terrier. It's coat texture was similar to Max's. The coarse coat that they had made sculpting of the fur much more practical. Which is why Anna Mae felt we could really transform Max into an exotic looking dog.

In my case the groomer just used a grooming rake to pull out undercoat and any loose guard hairs. In the hands of a talented groomer these could even out features. Between the grooming rakes, stripping knives and thinning shears all cowlicks and seems of fur could be blended into complete obscurity. I'd never really paid much attention to the details of grooming but these little things were making me look much less like a Mutt. I mean I was of very dubious heritage if you looked at the breed standards, but the lack of symmetry of my features was barely discernible now.

But if I was transformed it was nothing like what they were able to do with Max. The Kerry Blue had completely sculpted Max into a handsome purebredesque Adonis. He now had a very debonair mustache and goatee. It really set off his ears which were tipped down like most terrier breeds. Except he was so much bigger than any of the Terriers I'd ever seen. They knew just how to strip the coat so it would accentuate his natural musculature.

I was shocked at their attention to detail. It went all the way to sculpting our pubic fur and the fur surrounding our male parts. Everything was done to accentuate our masculinity. Which I will admit was much easier to do in Max's case than in mine.

When we were finally finished we put our Armani suits back on and were amazed by the results. It was almost ten o'clock by the time we were done and headed home in the Ferrari. I felt like pressing the pedal to the metal, but I didn't need my night ruined by a speeding ticket. The bad thing about driving a Ferrari or a Bugatti was that they caught the attention of every cop on the road and they looked like they were breaking the speed limit even when they were standing still.

We finally got home. I waited for Max to get out and open my door. Then we both headed into the front door. Anna Mae had heard the car pull up and was in the foyer waiting for us. She was stunning in a pair of short cutoff jeans and a halter that barely contained her big tits.

"My aren't the two of you handsome. Max I think you could give Daddy's Butler Geoffrey a run for his money. It would be funny to make up a fictitious overseas rare purebred breed to tell unsuspecting guests. It could be our little joke."

"That could be funny Mistress. Maybe I should practice a fake foreign accent." Max replied with a chuckle.

"We'll have to work on that." Anna Mae said with a gleam in her eye. I was glad they were getting on so well.

We went out by the pool and Max went over to the wet bar and got the bottle of Laird's Rare 12 Year Old Apple Brandy that someone had given us for a wedding gift and three brandy snifters. He poured us each a portion, I'm not good at figuring out how much was in the glass but I knew at 88 proof it wouldn't take us much to relax.

I swirled it around the bottom of the snifter like I'd seen so many people do then took a sip. It was tasty and warmed you up on the way down. It was really good. We were sitting on the sofa section of our outdoor furniture with me in the middle, Anna Mae on my right and Max on my left.

We talked and finished the first snifter, well it was only a small part of the snifter not the whole twelve ounces and Max got up to get us all refills. Max and I were still in our suits. But even though it was evening it was still a bit hot here in South Florida. I reached up, loosened my tie and pulled it off over my head. I was starting to unbutton my jacket as Max came back with the drinks.

"Master I'm your valet. I should be doing that for you." Max said reproachfully.

I was already half way to happy from the brandy so I said, "OK suit yourself."

He unbuttoned my jacket and removed it from me. "I don't have any hangers out here, I'll go in and get one."

"Just hang it on the back of the chair. Take yours off while you're at it and relax." I told him and soon we were all sitting and sipping our second brandy. None of us was experienced drinkers. I'd never had anything stronger than wine before and this was much more potent.

Before I knew what was happening Anna Mae had opened a couple of my shirt buttons and had slipped her paw into my shirt. Soon she was rubbing my chest sensuously. Of course it had the effect of causing a tent in my slacks. Which drew a giggle from her.

"I guess were gonna have to go to our room while you take care of what you caused there." I said with a grin.

"I think it would be hotter if you had our Butler take care of it."

"WHAT?" Max shouted out shocked.

"Don't worry Max. I know what goes on between dogs and their Butlers. I already figured out what's been going on with you and Ethan and I'm OK with it. Geoffrey was always taking care of Daddy. And it was so fucking hot."

"You watched?" Max said disbelievingly.

"Every chance I could. Of course Daddy didn't know I was watching." She giggled and then added. "It would really turn me on to watch..." She got off of the couch and went to sit at on the easy chair that was facing the couch. To my surprise she unbuttoned her shorts, wet her finger and then worked it down the front of her jeans to a place we still couldn't see.

"Well Max I don't think we should disappoint her. Come on over and get me ready." I said.

After taking a moment to get over the shock he grinned at me and started to take my shirt off. Anna Mae giggled as she slowly stroked her snatch. He made short work of my shirt and then knelt in front of me. This was always a treat for me to see him down there in front of me. It was such a treat because he loved being on his knees in front of me.

He took me in his muzzle and bobbed up and down on it while he unbuttoned his shirt. He removed it then started on his trousers, then finally his briefs. They were laying in a puddle at his knees. He'd stopped bobbing on my cock but now had it all the way in his muzzle, his tongue fluttering on the underside of it. Occasionally it would stick out and give my balls a nice laving.

I grabbed his new mustache and pulled his head off of my cock. "Get on your back on the soFA: " I ordered.

"Yes Master!" He said, his voice eager with anticipation. He got up on the sofa and pulled his knees to his chest. I looked over at Anna Mae and winked at her. You could tell she had herself right on the edge as she rubbed her clit slowly and sensuously.

I started rimming him until I had him nice and wet. Not that he really needed it to take my little boner but I knew how good it felt to be rimmed. With that I positioned myself between his spread legs and guided the head of my cock to his pucker.

"Show him who the Alpha is Ethan!" Anna Mae called out as I prepared to enter Max.

"Yes Master! PLEASE!" He begged pulling his knees up even higher offering himself up to me even more.

With that I thrust forward until I was balls deep in my subby Butler. Anna Mae let out a low moan as I did. But I didn't pause, I immediately started thrusting. Near the end of each thrust I could feel my cock slam into the side of his prostate. Every time it did he let out a small "Ooof". His pre was flowing heavily. He was really enjoying getting fucked by me because that was something you couldn't fake.

"OH Master... Ooof You're the best... Ooof I've ever... Ooof Had... Ooof !" He said in seeming sincerity. I could feel his knot starting to form, trapped between our heaving bodies.

"Oh come on Max with all of those big purebreds you satisfied some of them had to be better than I am. All of them had to have bigger cocks than I do." I said making a huge understatement. I could feel myself getting close. My knot was starting to grow and I slammed in with shorter but harder thrusts.

"That's just the... Ooof Thing Master... Ooof They all slide... Ooof Over your prostate... Ooof You slam... Ooof Directly into it... Ooof It's so much... More INTENSE..." He said.

Then he clamped down on me and cried out, "OH FUCK!" He exploded into an orgasm drawing me with him. As I started to cum I could hear Anna Mae join us as she moaned loudly in the throes of her orgasm.

I turned my head to look at her and she was grinding herself against her paw as she writhed in ecstasy. And with that I collapsed onto Max's chest, his spooge quasi gluing us together.

While I lay there I thought about what he said about me being better than any of the Purebreds that had fucked him. I could tell he was being honest, but I still found it hard to believe. I mean I'm only a little over four inches. How could that please anyone as well as a nice eight inch cock with a huge knot, let alone a monster like Vince's dick?

"I think you were exaggerating about how I fuck you better than anyone else. I mean some of those Purebreds that took you on the "Filthy Rich" really had to be packing the heat." I asked Max.

"It's no exaggeration Master. Not to be mean but many of them were MUCH bigger than you. But your cock slams directly into my prostate, it doesn't slide over it. It almost makes me cum every time it hits it. I have to really hold back to make it last."

The beginnings of an unformed plan was building in my mind. I wondered if this would be true for everybody or if it was just specific for Max. I would have to look into that. It might have it's uses in my job.

None of us said more as we recovered. I just lay atop of Max, my prostatic fluid pulsing into his submissive body. Max was gently rubbing my ears as his semen was making our bellies a sloppy mess. Anna Mae was sitting in the chair with lidded eyes as she relished the afterglow of a fierce orgasm.

Eventually I pulled out of Max's ass with an audible pop. I sat up and to my surprise Max knelt before me and cleaned my cock off before it slipped back into my sheath. I got up and grabbed his paw.

"Let's jump in the pool and get this off of us." I said and we both cannonballed into the pool.

Fortunately by now with Anna Mae's patient teaching I could swim pretty well and of course one of the prerequisites for working on a yacht was knowing how to swim so Max could swim also. We did a couple of laps and then hopped out of the pool.

By then Anna Mae had gotten up and stripped out of her halter and shorts. "Let's go into the pool house and shower up."

The pool house had a communal shower along with a couple of private shower stalls. But Anna Mae led us to the communal shower. The shower heads were NOT low flow. They deluged you and there were plenty of them.

We got in adjacent showers with Anna Mae in the middle one. I knew that Max had never been with a bitch before, and he was having a hard time keeping his eyes off of Anna Mae's hooters. Soon we both had our paws on her hooters and were busy soaping them up. At first Max was being gentle with them, but I knew she liked it a little bit rough. Soon Max had gotten the idea and was squeezing them a bit firmer and pinching her nipples a little.

And while we were busy there she was busy shampooing each of our packages with one of her paws. Of course we were both as hard as Chinese algebra as she ran our sheaths up and down our shafts cleaning off any smegma or other undesirable detritus that may have been in our sheaths. Besides playing with these desirable parts we managed to at least getting around to shampooing the rest of our bodies, it only perfunctorily.

We rinsed off and hopped into one of the high speed driers. They were spacious for two but were a bit tight for three. But that made it all the more fun as we writhed up against each other as we dried off. It took a little longer than normal but none of us was complaining.

"Ethan why don't we take this party to our room?" Anna Mae asked.

"I don't know why not." I said and led the way to our room.

"But what about our suits?" Max asked.

"You can worry about them in the morning." Anna Mae said eager to get to our bedroom.

We almost raced to the room and didn't even bother to close the door. We were the only ones in the house so what did it matter. At first Max and I both took a tit into our muzzles and sucked on them. I knew by this time that Anna Mae liked it when I bit them lightly. She said that when I did it it made her pussy tingle. Soon Max was copying me. He was learning just the buttons to push to pleasure his Mistress.

I dropped to my knees and started to lick her twat. Her clit was sticking out like a bullet and was as sensitive as hell when I sucked on it and vibrated the tip of my tongue on it. The two of us were really getting her revved up.

"That's enough I need someone in me right now..." She exclaimed as she jumped on the bed.

"Anna Mae Max has never been with a bitch before." I informed her.

"Master!" Max called out in embarrassment.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of Max." I replied.

"Besides we can remedy that right now." Anna Mae said running her paw from his balls up his erection.

"But Master you said I wasn't supposed to be with her." Max said with growing concern.

"I didn't want you hitting on her behind my back. But when were all willing participants it's OK. Besides she's not in heat so it's not a big deal." I said.

His reluctance obviously wasn't because he wasn't turned on. He was peeking out of his sheath and dribbling pre all over the floor as I urged him up on the bed between Anna Mae's spread legs. He crawled into position and I peeled back his sheath and guided him into position. He tentatively pushed his eight inch cock into her eager snatch.

"That's it Max show me what you've got." She said as she wrapped her long powerful legs around his waist.

Max started thrusting uncertainly but gradually picked up speed as he gained confidence. I had a birds eye view of the festivities. It was obvious that from a physical standpoint he had the equipment to physically pleasure a bitch better than I did. He was nicely hung at about eight inches and had nice pendulous balls. No where near as well endowed as Vince or Dad but much better than the average dog.

But he didn't have the dominant attitude that would really turn a bitch like Anna Mae on. But I knew exactly what would.

I climbed up behind Max and when he thrust in I quickly lined my little boner up directly behind his pucker so when he withdrew he buried my cock in his asshole. I crawled up on his back and started humping him in counter point to how he was fucking Anna Mae, who looked over his shoulder at me and winked.

"So you think you can fuck my wife without consequences?" I said with false bravado.

"No Master." Max said submissively although he knew I wasn't angry.

"Show him what the punishment is!" Anna Mae said playing along. I knew now how much it turned her on for me to dominate Max.

"Your ass is mine!" I exclaimed as I started to jackhammer my little cock directly into his prostate.

He immediately thrust deep into Anna Mae and started to knot up as I pounded away at him furiously. "Oh Master you're making me cum!" That wasn't lost on Anna Mae. He wasn't cumming because he was fucking her but because he was getting fucked by his Alpha.

She started to buck her hips up wildly as she started to cum around Max's rapidly forming knot. As he started to cum his tight little sphincter got a stranglehold on my my knot which of course made me start pumping my load into Max.

We rolled the pile until we were all on our sides. None of us could separate because we were all still tied together. When we finally did pull apart Max got up and got us a wash cloth and towels to clean off with. Then we all crawled under the covers with me in the middle and went to sleep together.

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