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A Gift for Dad

By Ajax B. Coriander

Start: 6/1/2019

Finish: 6/16/2019

Tobie flopped down on the couch in his frat's living room. Stains of parties past rested against his face as the world spun around him. The Doberman wasn't sure what was up with that Delta Omega Gamma's cheap ass booze, but whatever they were using was now churning in his stomach and making the room spin. The TV (which was permanently left on) was bathing him in a soft white light and making his stomach churn even worse. He focused in on what was playing, and noticed it was an infomercial.

The Doberman hadn't seen one of those in years; in fact, it'd been ages since he'd even watched something on a TV. The screen seemed to shimmer for a moment, and a grey middle-aged wolf with slicked back hair came across the screen. His eyes looked through the screen, seemed to lock with the dobies as a sly smile spread across his lupine muzzle. Tobie began to notice that the set behind him looked old, and the screen was in a 4:3 ratio, with black bars on either side of the screen. The older wolf was in a beige suit, and he was holding an old style long slender microphone. He didn't move, he didn't say anything, he just looked at the young doberman through the screen.

Tobie fumbled for the remote, and he turned up the volume to hear what the TV was saying.

"Hello folks! Father's Day is just a few months away, and I have a very special limited time offer just for you." The wolf said as he began to walk towards the right side of the screen, the camera followed him, and the set pieces changing behind him as he walked. It moved to a set of a backyard with a BBQ grill going and an older bear tending to it. The bear was in nothing but an apron, and he was flipping some of the juiciest burgers Tobie ever seen.

"In a modern world like we're used to, it can be so hard to choose just what to get dear old dad on his special day. It used to be easy, a new grill, maybe some car wax, but in a modern world our parents have interests that are much more vast and complex than they were in the days of yesteryear. Maybe grilling just isn't what your dad is into, maybe it's old vintage macs or he's still working on completing a secret Pokémon card collection he started in high school." The wolf began to move again, and the scene changed behind him as he walked. The backyard faded away, and suddenly he was surrounded by gifts of Father's Day past. Neglected fishing poles, forgotten novelty mugs, lewd aprons, and dozens of other knickknacks. The screen changed too, the aspect ratio changed to fill up the screen and really show off all the junk now piled behind him. The wolf grabbed at his crappy suit, and he tugged. It ripped off and suddenly he was standing there in a finely tailored black suit that clung to his muscular frame.

He tossed the mic down, and he loosened the tie around his neck, all while he kept looking straight into the camera. "But what if, instead of having another one of your gifts thrown into some closet of organized shame, you could get your dad something he'll use every day for the rest of his life? We here at Preston Uptown Products we have a revolutionary new system that uses cloud computing mixed with advanced AI, blockchain, and powerful algorithms to find exactly what your dad wants. It'll scan through his entire online shopping and browsing history and find or make the gift that would fit him best. All you have to do is call 1-555-382-5787, and we'll take care of the rest. So, what are you waiting for? Give us a call today..."

Tobie grinned and his stub tail wagged. Yeah, that's just what I should do, he thought. Then I wouldn't need to even think about what to get dad, I could just lay back and let someone else do all the work. The drunken dog found himself reaching for his phone, and dialing the number.

***

Scott stared blankly at the ceiling above him. He didn't want to get up. He just wanted today to be over. He'd been dreading this day for weeks, because it was going to remind him every moment about how his son had been missing for weeks. The alarm on his phone rang as he just kept looking upward, not wanting to face the day before him, but finally he gave up and succumbed to the morning. The old grey wolf grunted as he got out of bed and stretched, his chubby frame flexing in the dim morning light.

He was naked, his heavy white furred balls hung between his legs beneath his tightly packed thick sheath. He glanced over at his dresser, and his heart twinged as he looked at the picture of himself and his family. His eldest son, Jonathan a wolf who took after him, his doberman wife Tabitha who passed a few years ago, and his son Tobie who was now missing.

Scott walked over to the dresser, and laid the picture down "Just for today... or maybe until Jonathan gets back from Doctors Without Borders." He said to himself. He made his way downstairs, giving his round belly a scratch as he walked. He walked over to his kitchen table and poured himself a bowl of cereal. He looked at the phone in his hand and started to distract himself as he ate.

The grey and silver wolf heard a knock at the door and his ears perked up. He grabbed a bathrobe he kept on the back of one of the chairs, and he slipped it on -- loosely tying the knot around his waist. He went to the door, and he opened it.

The bear in front of Scott pushed a clipboard to him, "sign here please." Without thinking, Scott took the clipboard, signed his name, and handed it back.

"Where do you want your package?" The bear said as he stepped aside and gestured to the wooden crate behind him.

Scott looked at it in confusion, but replied, "Uhhh, in the living room I guess."

The wolf pulled out his phone, and pulled up his Amazon order history, seeing if he'd ordered anything recently and then he checked his email to see if there was an order confirmation or tracking number, but both were empty. The bear put the crate in the center of his living room and without another word he left. The wolf locked the door behind him, and walked over to the wooden box. It had massive arrows on it that read "this side up" and smaller ones that pointed to latches on the top and side that read "open here". He looked at the shipping label, there was no return address, but just a company name "Preston Uptown Products". He shrugged, and started to undo the latches, it was for him after all.

When the last latch undid itself, the crate fell open and what was inside shocked him. In a large dog cage on his hands and knees was a doberman wearing a cardboard pup-hood -- something that looked temporary, like it was just wrapping for transport. He walked around the cage, taking in the handsome athletic frame of the dog before him. He could feel his sheath starting to thicken just at the sight. That stub tail was lifted high above his caramel cheeks, and between his legs a chastity cage pulled down on his swollen blue balls. The boy's back was arched, to show off his shapely rump and the glistening ready hole that laid between his cheeks. The wolf's jaw continued to hang open as he took in the sight, his eyes finally finding a packet attached to the side, and a DVD tapped to the front of that.

The DVD read, "Play Me".

Wanting some explanation for what was going on, he fiddled with his TV for a while, and got it to work. He popped the DVD inside and hit play. In the meantime, he undid the front of the cage and he waited for the dog to bound out, but he just stayed still, cocking his head at the wolf curiously.

"Uhh, come here boy?" The wolf said more as a question than a command.

The dog obliged and crawled out of the cage. He looked up at the wolf as if waiting for another command, but the wolf ignored him and plopped down on the coach. The video began to play, first by using a cheesy intro that would have been at home in the 90s. Lasers etched "Preston Uptown Products presents" in silver against the black back screen.

It faded and suddenly there was slick looking grey wolf on the screen, he was wearing an unbuttoned polo shirt with a popped collar and khaki cargo shorts that would have looked at home on any "bad boy" in a bad 90s movie. He was leaning against a fancy red sports car with the backdrop of some lake behind him. The wolf smirked, and began to speak.

"Congratulations! You're the owner of a brand-new Preston Uptown Products pup. Someone in your life has decided you need something special, and we here at Preston Uptown Products have been happy to oblige. We've used our revolutionary patent pending system that uses cloud computing mixed with advanced AI, some of the cloud, a dash of blockchain, and powerful algorithms to find exactly what you need. It scanned through your entire online shopping and browsing history, and found a gift for you that you'll surely use for the rest of your days. One you'll never forget about or put in the back of some closet." The wolf waved his arm, and the screen transitioned to a bright painters tape blue. His voice returned, and white bolded text began to run across the screen. "We've looked at your entire purchase and download history for everything you commonly search for when you're looking for porn and other shopping habits. Our system took this list, the same one that's displaying on your screen now, and showed us exactly what you'd like."

A list of words began quickly filter across the screen, faster than he could read, but if he'd paused it, he would have seen words like:

Chastity

Knot-fucking

Puppy Play

Daddy/son

"We took this and then we began to produce your greatest desire," the voice explained before the video faded again and a new one took its place. Now it was a video of an up-close shot of the Doberman's junk where a chastity cage ring was getting forced around his low hanging caramel colored sac. He could hear the pup whimpering out of frame, something clearly in his muzzle as the dog begged for them to stop, but instead those grey hands just locked his cage in place and dropped the key in an envelope.

"We've spent weeks training your pup to be exactly what your heart desires, crafting, and honing it into a gift you'll enjoy for years to come and can use for everything you've ever dreamed."

The video faded and it showed the doberman's ass getting spread open by a thick knotted dog cock dildo, the engorged knot slamming against his tight entrance, begging to go in. The pup's face was off screen again, whimpering and moaning, begging for it to stop through a gag, all while his own cock throbbed desperately inside of its cage. The wolf found his hand drifting to the sash around his waist and undoing the knot there.

Scott opened the robe and grabbed his throbbing shaft, the video having turned him on more than he could have ever imagined. He started to stroke his cock, and he watched in awe as the boy's defenses gave way and that knot slipped inside of him. The pup gave a loud whine and then the knot popped out of him again, that boy's sloppy cunt getting fucked with thick knot, that bulge popping in and out of that cherry ass as the dog whimpered and moaned. The screen split, and an underview of the doberman's cage came into view. It showed his cock straining and throbbing inside of it's new metal home, those fat needy boy balls pulled tight against the ring of his cage, the boy whimpering and whining as that knot slammed in and out of him.

The older wolf huffed, and he didn't notice as the doberman moved in closer, and shoved his hooded muzzle between Scott's legs. He yelped as he felt a tongue slide across his balls, and he reached down with his paw and shoved the boy against his crotch. The cardboard was a little rough on the underside of his dick, but it was great having the boy's nose pressed right against the base of his dick.

"You're such a little slut, aren't you..." the older wolf moaned, "you were made for this, weren't you, you little bitch?" Scott huffed, and stroked his cock faster. He watched as the dog's cock twitched and a pathetic dribble of cum began to drip from his caged dick on screen. "Yeah, that's the only way bitches like you should get to cum, from having a knot slammed against their prostates..." The wolf grabbed the boy's head and guided that masked face to his throbbing wolf cock.

"All of our workers are caged in order to prevent unauthorized use of the products as they're being made. So, if your product was never used before acquisition, it'll still be a virgin today..." The slick TV voice said as the screen began to transition again.

"Oh? Is that true pup? Have you had the real thing up your sloppy boy cunt yet? Tap once against my leg for yes and twice for no."

*Tap, Tap*

"Ooooh, so I'm going to get to pop that cherry, better get my shaft nice and slick then, this first load is going to go straight up your ass once this video is done. I wanna see where it goes... I don't know who the hell got you for me, but whoever it is, they're getting one hell of a fucking thank you."

The video showed a doberman strapped to a chair, he was wearing what looked like a VR headset. His cage was leaking pre, and the chair he was sitting in appeared to have a hole cut out of the seat, and there was another cock being driven in and out of his ass by a device underneath.

"After acquisition, and some initial training, the products undergo a complete mental reprogramming. Our engineers have designed a program that wipes all past desires, kinks, sexual orientation, and personality, and replaces it with what you'll desire most and will serve you best. This process ensures the product will obey your every command and they'll do whatever you want or say. The best part is, it's permanent, no need to have a booster session or risk of original personality resurgence. Your pup will always be yours." The voice explained as drool dripped from the dog's muzzle, his face still obscured by the VR headset. Multi-color lights flashed from the corners of the headset, and the boys cock dripped and dribbled pre. The boy's nipples had fresh ring piercings, and a collar clung to his neck with a silver heart tag hanging from it.

"And now, a message from the person who made all of this happen," the voice on screen said. The slick wolf walked onto screen, and he grabbed the VR headset on the Doberman's head and yanked it off. The wolf's blood ran cold as he looked at the Doberman's face.

It was Tobie, his eyes were glassy, distant, and a goofy smile covered his face.

"Hi Daddy," Tobie said, his voice far off and distant, like whatever part of him he was pulling from was fading. "Happy Father's Day! I wanted to make it super extra special just for you, I didn't even know how amazing I was going to make it! I'm going to be the bestest gift ever," the dog said, his eyes blinking as if a memory or desire wanted to surface, but the glassy eyes returned. "I hope you like me."

The visor went back over his head, and the wolf grinned at the camera. "Well, that's all, I hope you enjoy your Preston Uptown Products pup, and the bonus footage of your pups training process that will play at the end. Remember, no one makes better pups than P.U.P."

The scene transitioned to the Doberman between two silicone dog cocks in a bathroom stall, one in his muzzle, the other in his ass. He moaned around those dicks as he slid back and forth between them...

Scott looked down at the hooded muzzle between his legs, and with shaky paws he reached forward and grabbed two sides of the cardboard muzzle and pulled. It popped apart with ease, and the eyes of his son were now looking up at him with nothing but love as he slurped up and down his engorged shaft.

"T-tobie?" He asked.

The boy pulled from his cock and asked, "Yes, Daddy?"

The only sound for a few moments was the sound of the dog going back to suck the wolf's throbbing cock. Pre rolling across the boy's tongue as that wolf dick twitched and pulsed between his amazingly skilled lips.

Scott's mind was swirling blender of thoughts. He was relieved he'd found his son, angry at the people who had done this to him, and hornier than he'd ever been in his life... Maybe... maybe this wasn't so bad, he wouldn't have to pay the boy's college anymore if he was his personal cock sleeve. His brother was enough to carry on the family line, and he'd fucking missed having Doberman ass wrapped around his dick so goddamn much. And it was permanent, no matter what he did, this couldn't be undone. He might as well enjoy this amazing gift his son had decided to give him. He growled lustfully, and he reached down and grabbed Tobie. He pushed him down onto his back on the couch, and he slid the robe off of his shoulders. He slipped between those caramel colored thighs and held the boy's legs up by the back of his knees. Scott huffed and he rubbed his thick dad dick against his boy's cock in it's too small cage.

"There's a good boy, dobies should have nubs in the front and back after all," the wolf growled. Tobie blushed and he nodded.

"Good boys don't have hard thick dicks like their daddies, only tiny little nubs to be teased."

"That's right," the wolf huffed, "And daddy is going to show you just what his dick is for and that sloppy boy hole is for." The wolf growled and he grabbed his dick and pressed it to the rosebud between his son's cheeks, his hole already slick with lube and the wolf's cock slick with spittle. He pushed forward, burying his cock with one slick motion, there was no need to hold back, no need to be tender, this boy was a bitch, and he could be fucked like one.

He leaned forward, and his teeth showed as he began to hammer into his son's well-trained hole. That ring of flesh expertly gripping and squeezing his cock as the boy moaned below him. He'd been teased for almost an hour now, and he was going to enjoy finally getting to seed this bitch below him. He could feel his knot starting to form, and it made him swell with pride as it popped effortlessly in and out of the boy's ass.

"Oh Daddy," Tobie moaned into the wolf's ear. "Your balls feel so good slapping against my ass..."

"Yeah," the wolf gruntled, "the same ones that made you." He let the Tobie's legs go and the doberman squeezed his sides with his thighs. Scott reached down and buried his fingers into those caramel covered rump cheeks. "I hope you know, you're not going to get a break until they're empty and dad can barely stay upright. Daddy's been so upset over his boy going missing, that he hasn't pawed in a while, so there's a lot of backed up spunk for you to take boy... and every drop of it is going to go into you."

"I'm sorry daddy," the boy said with a moan as that cock slammed the pleasure button inside of him, "I just took a while to make sure I was the best gift I could be... they wanted to make sure I was special just for you." Tobie moaned.

"Oh, you were always special pup," the dad wolf said before kissing between Tobie's ears, "but now you're just extra special for me... your daddy is going to enjoy every moment with the gift you've given him." The wolf licked his lips and growled as his knot swelled even more, that skilled hole allowing him to pop his knot in and out of it with ease of that sloppy boy cunt. He felt himself getting close. His knot couldn't get any thicker. He looked down at his son's happy dopey face, his tongue hung out, and every thrust made him shiver would joy. He could feel that locked up cock pressing against the underside of his heavy belly, twitching and throbbing just from having his hole used by his daddy wolf. The old man shuddered, he felt his balls start to pull up close to his body, and he leaned his head back and howled as he came into his son.

The boy below him moaned as he was spunked for the first time, he could feel that heavy load of backed up wolf cum pouring into him, that warmth spreading through him and making his back nub wag with pride while the one in the front pulsed with need. The wolf leaned down and kissed his boy as his cock twitched and pulsed inside of that well trained hole and his orgasm faded.

He pulled back panting, and he smiled down at his son. He could see pre leaking from the cage, and it was already starting to make his dick hard again inside of his son/personal cock sleeve. He growled and started thrusting in and out again... "Hope you're ready for round 2..."

***

The two canines laid wrapped in a sheet on the older wolf's bed. Pillows, other bed sheets, and naughty toys lay strewn across the floor. The large wolf was still knotted in his son's ass as he took on the role of the big spoon. The wolf had a silly grin on his muzzle as it laid between the Doberman's ears.

The doberman had a similar smile, and his stub tail slowly wagged against his father's belly.

"I'm so happy you're back... I don't know what I would have done if I'd really lost you forever. I love you so much son."

The doberman smiled, "I love you too, and now I'm yours forever, Daddy. Happy Father's Day."

The End

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