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In the darkness between the bungalow's walls, a whimper coaxed its way out from Dennis' bedroom. Nestled amongst his blankets, the boy rolled and whined in his sleep, fraught with terror and anxiety. His dreams were far from sweet, having twisted into bitter nightmares.

Dennis had them often: the feelings of abandonment were still deep-seated in his bones, and in the night, they crept along his body like thorny vines, holding him down. His dreams were met with these same emotions, visions of people leaving him all alone in dark rooms. Such dreams would have been dismissed, should he have thought about them during the day, but in his vulnerable sleeping state, they were just as vivid and just as real as if they were actually happening.

He rolled again, another whimper warbling in his throat. A sniffle escaped his nose as tears stained his pillow. The nightmares were less intense then they used to be, but they were still quite vivid, enough to upset him. He often couldn't put up with them for long.

With a start, he awoke, bolting upright. His body was caked with sweat, his breathing heavy and his cheeks flushed. His eyes stung with tears and bitter tiredness. HE just wanted to go back to sleep. But, in the darkness of his room, he felt afraid. He tugged his knees up to his chest and trembled for a moment, before he slid his way off the side of the bed.

The young, 7 year old pitbull puppy waddled his way out of the room and peered down the darkness of the bungalow's main hallway. He hesitated, before making his way forward, deeper into the house. He hovered by his uncle's bedroom and then quietly pushed open the door, peering inside.

There, he saw the mast of his uncle, his foster carer. Kurt had done a good job of raising him so far. Whenever Dennis felt himself in trouble, he always came to Kurt for guidance, and his uncle helped him. He was warm and kind, but often busy during the day. Slowly, Dennis made his way towards the bed and hovered by the edge, unsure what to do He fidgeted with his hands, dressed in his loose elastic pyjamas and baggy T-Shirt.

"U...Uncle Kurt?" The boy whispered at first, and the man grunted in his sleep, oblivious. "Uncle Kurt."

When the boy spoke a touch louder, the shaggy-furred canine snorted and his eyes blearily opened. Having adjusted to the dark, he could see the outline of the boy. He rubbed his eyes and propped himself up on an elbow on his double bed, groaning a little. His eyes flicked to the clock on the nightstand. 4am.

"What's up, kiddo?" He asked quietly, his voice hoarse and groggy. The cub fidgeted his hands again.

"I-I had a nightmare. Can I sleep with you?" The boy quietly asked, his voice trembling. Kurt sensed and vulnerability in the boy's tone and patted the empty space beside him. He heard the cub breathe a sigh of relief, and watched as he hoisted himself up onto the bed and snuggled in underneath the covers.

"It's okay now." Kurt mumbled quietly, sliding forwards and putting a hand over the boy's body. At once, the body relaxed against his touch, pressing his head into the pillow and sighing quietly. He seemed content. Safe. But he was potentially far from that.

Kurt had done a bad thing. He didn't want to admit to it, and hoped to never breathe a word of it to anyone, but it had happened, and he'd been unable to scrub the memory from his mind since. He had drugged his nephew, slipped a heavy duty sleeping pill into his drink just after he'd had a bath. The boy had fallen asleep on the couch, and he had done things. Horrible things that made his skin tingle and the blood pump to his sheath just thinking about it. He regretted ever moment of it, but relived it over and over, touched himself over and over.

He sighed through his nose. The reminder of what he'd done was now keeping him awake, but the boy was obviously beginning to rest. He didn't want to wake him with his own problems, so he lay there, lost in thought. It had been a week since he'd done those things. Dennis had been utterly and completely oblivious, but Kurt knew that what he'd done was wrong.

He could feel his loins stir and he gritted his teeth, fully aware of what was going to happen. He could pass it off as something else entirely, considering how the innocent the young cub was. Much to his annoyance and dismay, his sheath began to swell, the blood pumping to his cock and coaxing the tip of his member from its sheath. It slid out, slowly but surely, and poked against Dennis' back. The cub didn't seem to notice: had he fallen asleep that quickly?

Dressed in nothing but a loose pair of boxers, and older canine shifted awkwardly, reaching down and angling his hips back. He squeezed the length of his cock and a shaky sigh escaped his lips, before he let go of it. There was no sense in masturbating next to his nephew: not only was it inappropriate, but he would likely just get hard again. He could already feel himself aching for release. He clenched his fist in irritation.

He curled his hand back around the boy's body after hearing him quietly whimper. Kurt closed his eyes and tried to imagine anything else, but it was impossible. His senses were heightened, adjusted to the cub nestled against him: the warmth of his heartbeat, his slow and steady breathing, the faint scent of sweat and musk on the cub's body. All of it felt so overpowering.

Before Kurt realised it, his hand started to drift. His eyes were closed and he was lost in his own desire, imagining all sorts of scenarios as his cock twitched against the boy's back, poking him in his sleep. His hand danced lower and lower until his fingers were touching up against the boy's crotch. He pushed his digits down against the fabric and traced the tiny outline of his nephew's balls and his tiny sheath.

He moved his hand back up and teased the waistband of the cub's pants, toying with it with his fingers, before he finally slipped his digits underneath. His hand sunk down and he stroked across the cub's chubby, fuzzy pelvis. He felt the cub tense up and quiver in his sleep, and Kurt could only assume he was tickling the boy. He quickly stopped, for fear of waking him.

His hand moved down again and finally met with his goal: the puppy's sheath. He could feel it against his fingers, warm and tiny, and his hand dipped over to cup the cub's balls. He sigh escaped his lips at the mere touch of them, his cheeks burning with shame. He didn't want it to be wrong. It felt good, just to touch the boy like this.

"U...Uncle...?"

Kurt froze. Fuck. Dennis had stirred in his sleep, no doubt from the tickling, and he woken up. The cub slowly angled his shoulders back so he could look up at his uncle's face. Kurt was pale in the dark, though it was hard to see his expression from where Dennis was laying.

"Why are you touching my weiner?" The boy asked quietly in a hushed, delicate tone, confusion in his voice. Kurt snapped his hand back and cleared his throat.

"U-Um, nothing. I wasn't. Go back to sleep." His mind drew a blank. He had no idea what to say, or what to think of, that could get him out of this situation. His nephew had caught him in the act. If his reaction had been anything but confused, he knew his life would have been over.

"What's this thing...? It's poking my back, Uncle. It's all hard, and..." He trailed off as Kurt nervously gulped, placing his hand on the boy's hip. There was no getting around this. His erection was obvious, his fondling was obvious. He should either shun the boy and risk the cub getting upset, or take the gamble and go all the way.

"It's, uh..." He paused, unsure how to describe it. "My weiner, I guess."

"But it's all stiff. Does it hurt?"

"No. It's, uh, how it's meant to be when you're my age. When you have an...erection."

"What's an erection?"

Kurt sighed through his nose. Was now really the time to be discussing the birds and the bees? The more he thought about it, the more he realised the cub was far too young to be learning about that sort of thing. He wasn't even sure how else to explain to him without confusing him too much.

"It's complicated, but, uh...look, I can touch you places, and you can feel good about it. There's no shame in that," Kurt began awkwardly. "But it's special. Private. You don't talk about it with anyone, because the other person would be upset."

"I-I don't want to upset you, Uncle." The cub's voice quivered, and Kurt snuck his hand back around to stroke his chubby belly.

"I know you don't, kiddo. So..." His hand dipped again, his strokes methodical as he moved lower and lower. "...Let me make you feel good, okay?"

Dennis didn't reply, but he didn't squirm or protest, either. Kurt assumed, and he hoped he was right, that Dennis was all for it. Slowly, he curled his hand back around to the waistband of the boy's pants. He pushed them down, letting them slip past the chubby boy's hips and down his legs. The cub shuffled a little when the pants got caught on his other side, the one pressed against the bed, and the mere act of lifting up his hips caused them to drop down. Kurt pushed them down past the cub's knees and off of his ankles, leaving him bottomless.

"That's better." Kurt murmured quietly. His hand was shaking. He didn't know what he was doing, why he even thought this was a good idea, but he knew what he wanted. His fingers gently stroked along the cub's back and back along his inner thigh, where his fingers finally met once more with the cub's sheath. He could feel it twitching gently under his touch, underneath the covers. His own member throbbed greedily, aching to be touched, but he'd settle for slowly grinding it against the boy's body for now.

"It feels tingly..." Dennis pointed out, half complaining and half filled with curiosity. Kurt's fingers slipped down to toy with the cub's balls once more and he felt the pitbull tense beneath his touch, anxious. Maybe he just wasn't into his balls being touched, or maybe they'd never been so loosely fondled before. Kurt clasped his hand around the balls and let the warmth of them seep into his hand. He didn't squeeze, but gently groped and massaged them. Dennis let out a quiet little whimper and Kurt could only assume the cub liked it.

Kurt raised his hand back to his face and briefly took in the scent the boy's balls, his potent musk, before he slathered two of his fingers in his own spittle. He quickly returned them back to the cub's body and dipped it underneath the boy's balls. Slowly, his hand moved lower and lower down. His fingers grazed with the cub's taint and he could feel the gentle pulsing of Dennis' muscles beneath, coaxing his arousal forth. However, Kurt's goal was a little further down.

His fingers danced along the taint and towards the cub's behind, moving in front the front. His fingers wedged themselves between the boy's chubby cheeks and he eventually found his fingers meeting with the cub's pucker. The boy let out a quiet gasp and tensed, unsure how to proceed. Dennis instinctively cocked his free leg up and that gave Kurt remarkably better access.

"Hold your leg there." Kurt quietly ordered, and Dennis obeyed him, reaching out with his hand to grip under his thigh, holding his leg up. The boy squirmed a little and let out quiet gasps of peculiar pleasure as those fingers toyed with his entrance, smearing it with spit and probing the ring, stretching it every so slightly. The cub quivered from the sensation.

"It feels weird..." He began anxiously, but Kurt continued regardless, sinking his fingers against the sensitive flesh until he felt the ring stretching to accommodate one of his fingers. Slowly, he plunged the digit deeper, feeling the cub's innards spasm and clamp around his finger. Dennis let out a little grunt of discomfort, which was to be expected. However, Kurt knew what to aim for: he buried his finger deeper and deeper, until he was roughly 4 quarters of the way in, almost to the knuckle. He slowly curled his finger and his digit met with a hard place inside the boy's body. Immediately, the cub gasped and his insides tightened considerably.

"There it is..." Kurt mumbled quietly with a rumbling little chuckle. He curled his finger again and Dennis couldn't help but let out a quiet moan of pleasure admist all that discomfort. It was an intoxicating feeling he'd never felt before, a pleasure so exquisite that he didn't want it to stop. In reality, Kurt was finger his prostate, the cub's young body small and taut enough for him to reach it with ease.

"U-Uncle...!" Dennis was at a loss for words as Kurt's finger relentlessly massaged his prostate, making him squirm and writhe, whimpering and moaning with confusion and pleasure. His toes curled and splayed, his breathing heavy and his cheeks hot and flushed.

Kurt slowly slid his finger back, and the boy let out a whimpering protest, pushing his ass backwards against his uncle's body. He clearly didn't want that feeling to end, but Kurt had a completely different idea in mind for what he wanted to do.

"That's enough of a warm up." Kurt explained vaguely enough for Dennis to pause and consider his words. The older canine hooked his underwear down, exposing his erection and tucking the waistband underneath his hefty balls. Dennis immediately felt the warmth of the cock pressing against him and the faint damp feeling that stained the back of his T-Shirt. Slowly, Kurt began to shuffle down on the bed, until he was in a prime position to do what he wanted.

"Keep that leg cocked. This might hurt, but just...go with it, for me. Okay?" Kurt began awkwardly, not sure how else to describe it without worrying his nephew. He angled his hips up and probed the tapering end of his member between those cheeks, where his finger had been moments ago. Dennis immediately felt the head of the cock wedged between his buns and he sighed through his nose, unsure where this might lead. The tiny tip of Kurt's cock was easy enough to slip into the boy's behind, but the rest would be a significant challenge.

He slowly pushed up, holding the base of his cock with his hand as he felt the ring enclosing around the tip of his member and stretching to accommodate the rest. The further he sank, but more the cub in front of him grunted and huffed, a little overwhelmed with the discomfort. Kurt, however, was completely overcome with pleasure: this was his dream.

He slowly rolled his hips up and let out a long, quiet groan as his member sunk in deeper. It was barely in a couple of inches before he began to encounter resistance, but it was to be expected. He didn't want to bury himself completely into the cub's behind, lest he might injure his poor nephew. Those few inches would work, for now. He pulled his hips back and slowly kneaded his cock into Dennis' behind, sliding himself back and forth a couple of inches at a time.

"I-It hurts." Dennis complained, and Kurt panted gently above him, his hand cupped around the boy's stomach, stroking his fur. Groans escaped the man's lips and his eyes closed, swimming in the sensations of their strained sex.

"I know," he panted out. "Just a little longer. I'm almost done..."

Dennis didn't want to upset his uncle, so he let him do it, despite the discomfort. Each slow thrust was met with a little boyish grunt, followed by a tight squeezing of his innards. His breath was shaky, his toes curling. The tip of his own little member was poking from his sheath, but he wasn't quite at the age to get fully hard yet.

Kurt began to feel a pressure in his loins, an all too familiar stirring that warned him how close he was. Eager to finish, he began to thrust faster, his moans growing more and more intense. He gave himself in to the lust and desire and began to thrust harder, making Dennis quietly whimper from each thrust. His cock buried itself deeper and deeper until he was halfway into the boy's behind. Dennis couldn't take any more, and neither could Kurt.

"Oh god..." Kurt let out a sigh and his thrusts slowed. His cock throbbed powerfully in Dennis' stretched ass, and thick pumps of cum shot into the boy's behind, splattering his inner walls in seed. The man's knot swelled and ached to be touched, but he refrained from milking himself, eager to just feel the sensations of his nephew's spasming behind, his clenching muscles. A shaky groan escaped his lips and he tightened his grip around the boy as the last remnants of his orgasm shot into the cub's behind. He thrust his hips up a bit more and Dennis grunted from the pain, before Kurt finally pulled back. His thick, canine knot slipped from the boy's behind, leaving him a little gaped. A trickling ooze of cum seeped from his behind onto the bedsheets.

Kurt sighed and cuddled up against his nephew, hugging him tight. Dennis felt a certain degree of confusion and worry, unsure what his uncle had done to him, and unsure how to feel about it. In reality, Kurt felt the same, somewhere deep inside him. The shame gnawed at his bones, but it was masked in his post-climax bliss.

Dennis soon heard his uncles gentle snores and knew Kurt had fallen asleep. He closed his own eyes and snuggled up to his uncle's back. Despite the discomfort, he could still feel that warm, kind hand around his body. He still felt safe.

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Dennis awoke the next morning to a peculiar aching feeling in his body, especially around his rump. When he rolled to look over at his uncle, he found the man already out of bed. He groaned and rolled back over to stare at the clock on the nightstand and twisted his face as he tried to understand the time. The smaller hand was on the 9, which meant...it was 9am. The sun shone in through the curtains above him, cascading down onto the rest of the bed and along the wall. It was sunny today.

The cub rolled out of bed, finding his pyjama pants discarded carelessly on the floor, likely kicked off the bed in his sleep. As he moved, he felt himself limping, just a little. A twine of pain shot up his body when he moved, but the ache began to fade the more he walked about. He eventually made his way from the bedroom down the hallway, leaving his pants on the floor.

Kurt heard him coming through into the kitchen, and he turned his head to greet the boy a good morning, but quickly stopped when he spied his nephew's nakedness. A flush came over his cheeks and he tried his best to ignore it. Clearing his throat, he turned back to the sink as the bottomless pup slipped into a seat. The boy was lost in thought, unsure what to say. In fairness, Kurt felt a little awkward too. He wanted to apologise, but couldn't quite find the words to express what he wanted to say.

"Um...here's breakfast." Kurt turned, plate in hand, and placed it on the table in front of the boy. The pup stared down at it and grabbed his utensils and Kurt slipped into the seat opposite him, drumming his hands anxiously on the table.

"Uncle..." The boy began to speak almost instantly, chewing on his food as he raised his gaze to stare at the man. Kurt felt put on the spot and prayed for the best. An anxious smile spread over the man's face and the cub continued.

"Your weiner...how can it get big like that? Can mine get big like that?" The pup asked, and Kurt gulped. This was not how he'd expected the conversation to go. He drummed his fingers on the table again.

"Um," The uncle began anxiously, reaching up to rub the back of his head, scratching his shaggy fur. "Potentially, but you're maybe a little too young for that."

"Can we try?" The boy demanded and Kurt felt, once again, put on the spot. To think he'd be so attentive to learn, after being violated so mercilessly...Kurt was both surprised and guilty. Had he sparked this curiosity?

"Well...how about we play some soccer first? Eat your breakfast, have a shower and get changed. We'll play for a while, and then I'll show you... Sound good?"

"Okay!" Dennis apparently appeared pleased with that answer, his eyes brimming with excitement and wonder. He relentlessly wolfed down his food, biting and chewing and swallowing it down without much thought. Either he was hungry, or he was deliberately rushing. Perhaps this was a bad idea.

When he'd cleared his plate, he retreating back down the hallway, and Kurt briefly caught sight of his chubby behind wiggling back and forth as he went. With a sigh, the older white and brown-furred canine grabbed the plates, depositing them into the sink and idly rubbing the large red piercings in his ears, as a way to calm himself. He heard the shower running and presumed he'd have a few minutes or more before Dennis came back through.

Dennis returned in about 10 minutes, dressed in shorts and a T-Shirt, ready to play. Kurt made sure to make him work for it: the uncle was considerably dexterous with his paws, especially when it came to sports. He wasn't as fit as he used to be, but he was still mildly athletic, which meant he could kick the ball around with ease and often outwit the younger pup. Despite losing, Dennis always took the losses in his stride, and kept playing regardless.

They went at it for a good hour or so, but Kurt finally had to stop, wheezing and taking large gulps of air. It had been a while since he'd exercised so hard. That, and he couldn't keep going forever: the more he tried to postpone their little meeting, the worse Dennis might become, or the more persistent he might get. One way or another, it was happening. He lead the boy back inside, and they got some water, before settling down in the living room. The TV in the background helped to give them some simple background noise whilst they talked.

"Alright..." Kurt began anxiously. "So, your weiner...scientifically, it's called a penis. I mean, what we have is a sheath. It's sort of different for a lot of people, everyone can look different, and..."

He trailed off at the sight of Dennis' confused expression, and realised that he would just have to show him how it's done, rather than explain it like a teacher.

"Alright. Just...take your pants off." He rushed the words out and cast his glance away as the boy obeyed him. He heard the cub grunt to undo the button and Kurt's floppy ear twisted to the sound of the zipper going down. When he looked back, Dennis had slipped out of both his shorts and his underwear, letting them dangle around his ankles. Sitting beneath his chubby belly with his little sheath and balls, a package that Kurt was becoming all too familiar with.

Kurt watched as Dennis moved his hand down, cupping his balls with his digits and rolling them around, much like Kurt had done last night. The boy squirmed a little from his own touch, his cheeks growing flushed. Kurt soon began to see the tip of his member sliding from its sheath, but it seemed to stop after a moment, and didn't really progress further.

"Here, I'll help you." Kurt couldn't believe what he was saying, but he did it anyway. He reached his hand down and pressed his finger and tumb together against the sheath. Immediately, he felt a violent twitching under his touch, and could only assume that Dennis enjoyed the treatment. Slowly, he pulled the sheath down, and the young cub let out a quiet whine of pleasure. His cock slipped out immediately, in all its glory, more or less. The length of his cock, barely 2 and a half inches, rose from his sheath and Kurt quickly used his other hand to give it a few helpful strokes.

"That feels..." Dennis couldn't find the word to say what he meant, but he clasped his hand tightly over Kurt's forearm, his breathing heavy. The blood pumped to the young cub's cock and Kurt noticed the sheath swelling. With a quick, firm tug, he slipped the sheath down further and it passed over a steadily growing, bulbous base. The sheath caught underneath the cub's tiny knot and, finally, the boy's erection was finally out.

"You just had a bit of trouble...but there it is." Kurt gestured, and Dennis stared down at his erect member, watching it twitch up against his chubby stomach, his tummy pressing down against the topside of his member. He glanced from it and to his uncle, before back down to his cock.

"...What is it?" Kurt frowned, and Dennis squirmed in his seat. His cheeks flushed, and he looked embarrassed. Kurt couldn't think why to begin with, but soon found out.

"It...felt better when you touched it. Can you touch it?" Dennis asked quietly, and Kurt thought he might have a heart attack. A lump formed in his throat and he felt his cheeks burn, before he sighed through his nose. He slowly moved onto his knees and shuffled in front of the boy, much to Dennis' surprise. His inquisitive and perplexed expression told Kurt that the boy didn't understand.

"It feels better with a mouth and a tongue, rather than a hand." Kurt vaguely explained, and the boy's nose wrinkled, bewildered. Dennis would soon find out, however, exactly how much better it could be.

Kurt brought his head forwards. This made him reminisce about the first time, a mere week ago, when he had done the unthinkable. He would have never expected it to go the way it had, to evolve to this moment. His nose traced along the boy's inner thigh and he felt Dennis quiver from his touch. Kurt's nose soon met with his nephew's tiny balls, and he took in the scent of his body and his arousal. His hands reached up and cupped around the boy's hips and stomachs, stroking his flesh gently, massaging with his fingers. Dennis let out a quiet sigh, and Kurt knew he was content.

His lips met with the boy's cock and he felt it stiffen immediately under his assault. He lolled his tongue, dragging it up the underside of the member, and the cub whimpered in delight, his toes curling in the air, his tail furiously wagging and hitting the couch, over and over. Kurt followed his tongue up until he reached the tapered tip. He rolled his fleshy appendage around the tapering end and felt the cock twitch against his tongue, desperate for more.

He slowly settled his tongue against the underside of the member and opened his mouth, sliding his head down. He took the cock into his mouth, letting it pulse and rest along his tongue. He pursed his muzzle and kept his teeth firmly away from the cub's cock as he pushed his tongue out further, catching the boy's knot and grazing it with his warmth. He felt a pair of hands pressing into his head and holding him tight, and it made Kurt wag his own tail. He was erect in his pants, desperate to touch himself, but he had more important matters to attend to.

Kurt began to bob his head, sliding his tongue and mouth up and down his nephew's cock, much to the boy's approval. Dennis' hands curled around his uncle's fur and he let out quiet pants and moans, overcome with pleasure and tingling sensations. He hadn't felt anything like it before, and whilst it wasn't as strong or as powerful as what Kurt had done last night, it was definitely something he didn't want to end soon.

Sadly for the boy, his stamina was practically non-existent as a pre-pubescent cub who'd never experienced anyone touching his cock, let alone a blowjob, in his entire life. Before he knew it, he was squirming and panting with increasing intensity, his whimpers turning into affectionate, loving groans. He whimpered for his uncle and Kurt to speed up, bobbing faster and faster, as he assumed the boy was getting close.

"U-Uncle, I'm gonna pee! I'm..." The boy had spoken too little, too late. Thankfully, he didn't urinate in the slightest: instead, his cock twitched and throbbed violently and the tight pressure in his crotch suddenly loosened. He sighed and whimpered with intoxicating pleasure and his toes curled tightly, his tail slowing down. Kurt pushed his head down and felt the swelling knot and twitching cock, but there wasn't a single droplet of cum of pre-cum to be had. The boy was only 7, after all-- he was far too young to cum yet.

Slowly, Kurt pulled his head back, not wanting to torture his nephew by overstimulating him. He settled back on his heels and watched Dennis' panting, flushed face, the wide grin spread across his cheeks. At least the cub enjoyed himself. Kurt slowly got to his feet and moved back into position beside his nephew, and the young pitbull immediately curled up next to him. They sat there for a moment, strangely quiet. Neither knew what to say.

"Uncle?" Dennis asked quietly, and Kurt put an arm around his nephew, cuddling against him.

"Mhm?" He responded casually.

"You know that thing we did last night..." The boy began, and the man tensed. "Can we try again? With the finger...it felt really good."

"...Sure." Kurt anxiously replied, but he felt like a weight lifted off his chest. A feeling of dread still sat in his gut, warning him of the reprocussions of his actions, but for now he just enjoyed sitting with his nephew, watching the television. For now, all was well.