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“If you wanted something lovey-dovey, you’re runnin’ with the wrong fuckin’ crowd, boy!”

Eoin sat back in his seat, sighing as he got rebuffed yet again by his very young and immature charge. Jake knew that none of his teenage bravado would last for very long. His ‘boss’ would demand consummation… or force it from him, whether he liked it or not!

The evil collie had been picking up Jake from work for weeks, knowing full-well that the pup would eventually realize that he was stuck between rock and a hard place. Give it all up, or quite literally give it all up… his life that is. Whether Jake was able to find this mysterious clue at the café on Albion Street or not, he was gonna’ be Eoin’s bitch. There was no escaping this. He just had to accept that, no matter what, he’d have to withstand Eoin’s twisted view of ‘love’ for as long he deemed him useful.

It was a Friday, a dreary one at that… but Eoin felt like letting his fur down. His plans – unbeknownst to his naïve company – included Jake. It’d be a test of the pup’s dedication and respect. It’d be a measure of the lad’s worth. The collie had re-directed the driver to a downtown club, Karnal, a dive on the wrong side of Panatara, owned by one of Eoin’s well-connected lackies, Kane. Jake knew that this was not the way home and was soon slinking his paws between his thighs and looking nervously out the window into the grey, damp afternoon.

The raindrops were the tears he couldn’t cry, mirrored slivers of glass that came free from the skies to cut him at his deepest, telling him that there was no good in showing emotion to this evilest of collies.

As the car eventually pulled to a stop at the curbside, Eoin made haste and practically leapt out into the drizzle, his horrid breath panting into the mist to mix like smoke in a glass. Jake followed sheepishly, hugging his paws about himself to keep warm, looking up at the dusty neon sign through the relentless rain.

“You’re gonna be a good pup tonight.” Eoin murmured. He hadn’t even turned to look at Jake, “No biting, no talking back… no saying no!”

And it was then that he turned with a sly smile pulling at the corner of his dirty muzzle like a fishhook caught on his muzzle.

“OK?”

Jake simply nodded nervously, before feeling the collie’s sharp claws beneath his jaw, lifting his eyes to meet those horrid bi-coloured jellies.

“I won’t want to tell you a second time.” Eoin murred dangerously.

The pup’s eyes were wide and full of horror. Every time he made eye contact with this ‘thing’, he felt cold and torn. His nodding and compliance were natural defense mechanisms, going through the motions until he could be free.

“Here… you’ll need this.” The collie had rummaged through the left pocket of his trench-coat and produced a fake ID, handing it to Jake – some dude with tan fur. Probably from G’haut by the looks of ‘im, “I picked it off the last poor fuck Keri knocked off. Kinda’ smells like you. Dead dog walking!”

Eoin’s mirth at his own ‘joke’ was nauseating and made Jake’s muzzle start to tremble and shiver with upset. He wanted to go home. He instantly regretted trying to be this big boy Alsatian who was keen on rebellion.

Eoin seemed familiar with the place, padding in with Jake at his side and apparently beelining for a particular side of the building. The smells in the club, coupled with the lights, the tails and the stories told at full volume, were drowned-out only by the thudding music. His target was soon obvious, the imposing musk and façade of Kane Mechelse leering out of the gloom, a fug created by cigarettes, smoke machines and the ever-present sordidness of open sex. With a vixen at either paw, he was resting in a half-moon booth but pawsteps from the bar.

“Well well, didn’t think you came out in the daytime?!” Kane sat forward and grinned as he saw the pair pad over.

“It’s fuckin’ eight o’clock!” Eoin muttered, paws slinking to the pockets of his long, black jacket.

“Ooo so fuckin’ late! Better head home before you turn into a frickin’ pumpkin, heheheheh!” Kane teased with an exaggeration in his manerisms, before relaxing back in the booth, “What you got for me, Rosse?”

“Lose the pussy.” Eoin growled under his breath.

“Heh, define pussy…” The dog shrugged forward, his muzzle bearing a shit-eating grin as he did so, “…these two luscious tail-lifting reds, or… a pretentious collie dog who shows his muzzle where he’s not needed?”

Eoin growled again, his eyes shining red. Kane was pushin’ his luck!

“Alright, girls…” The dog sighed as he sat back, “Beat it!”

The pair of vixens, their tails clumped and lacking the flow and sophistication of a true fox brush, made themselves scarce. They were still able to get a rise out of their audience even as they left, swishing away as they blew kisses at Kane and even dared to touch Eoin as they passed.

The collie flinched and snarled angrily, catching the wrist of one of them.

“Don’t… touch me!”

“Freak!” She snorted, haughtily lifting her muzzle and padding away.

With the awkward encounter over, Kane turned his attention to the shy and shrugged form stood by Eoin, tail tucked between his legs and smelling ever so out-of-place.

“Soooo… you got some fresh meat for me?”

He rounded the table, all six-foot-plus o’ him… paws alive, it smelled as though he hadn’t washed his fur in days; and he’d already cum once. You could both smell and see it in the damp patch in his jeans. Jake flinched, but Kane wasn’t playin’ games and grasped the dog by his scruff, slinging his head back and staring into those frightened eyes.

“Let me take a look at you. No playin’ the big dog here, boy! You’re not with your country-club crowd here, pup.”

Kane sniffed across Jake’s muzzle, using his free paw to rush across the dog’s shoulders and beneath his jaw.

“He’s cute. Smells good too. Fresh, untouched.” The verdict was in… and the Malinois was more than happy with what he could smell, “So, what’s a pretty pup like you hangin’ out with a douchebag like this?”

“Police dog’s pup you know?!” Eoin interrupted the love-in, his paw delving into the bowl of dodgy lookin’ nuts that had been on that table for probably a week or more.

“Oh haha.” Kane laughed it off… but the smile was soon gone.

It was gone cos’ Eoin’s muzzle had remained drawn and unmoved, looking at the dawg with a mixture of disdain and sick pleasure.

“You fuckin’…” The huge dark dog padded over and got in the collie’s muzzle, before realizing he was creating too much of a scene… had to bring it down a notch, now hissing between his teeth, “You brought a copper’s pup here?!”

“Oh, get over ya’self, Kane. What the fuck do you care?! Besides, you always wanna’ fuck with the police. What better way than to plough that tight teen tail, hm?!”

The huge dawg snarled but knew very well that there was nothing he could do, least of all cos’ the pup was here now. Screw it! His muzzle fell to a benign nothingness before he shrugged and turned, putting his left forepaw around Jake’s shoulders and leading him back to the booth.

“What’s ya’ name, pup?”

“J… Jay… Jake.”

“OK Jake, well unless you had any other misconceptions about this place, you and I are gonna’… ‘ave a little fun. Catch my drift?”

Kane was the first to sidle into the booth, his paws out across the backs and a shit-eating grin on his muzzle. All the while, Jake was nervously stood there, that was before his company grew tired of the shyness and pulled him to sit astride Kane’s lap. The youngster tried to get away, but the dog was far too strong.

“Don’t resist pup.” Kane muttered with a sly smile, “You don’t wanna’ refuse me. Trust me, you don’t!”

So, with a half-blush half-tearful muzzle, the Alsatian let himself be readily molested. The Malinois had already unzipped the pup’s trousers and had rounded his huge, black paws to Jake’s tight rump.

“Heh, cute boxers!”

The dirty fucker was enjoying the smell of the waft of that young tail and - after having taken down Jake’s underwear - had his paws gripping that bare, tight, tan-black ass, loving the leavened and smooth feel of yet-unviolated dog.

“Such a ready pup.”

Jake couldn’t look at him, shying away, distracting himself with anything… the wall, the back of the booth, anything. Anything but to look down and into those nonchalant, violently-yellow eyes.

Spits on a couple of digits of his right paw, fingering him to work him out

“That feel good, Jake?”

Jake was trying to resist the feeling, but his sheath said otherwise, breaking and leaking precum over the dirty carpet, his muzzle heating up with a heavy blush.

“I’m gonna’ take that as a… ‘yes’” And with the end of that sentence, Kane dug his paw deeper, finally pulling a moan from the pup’s muzzle and seeing how close Jake was to poppin’ a full hard-on.

“Mmm…” The larger male withdrew and sniffed his paw, “This one smells ready… real sweet!”

He wasted no time in unzipping, the smell of stale, re-hardening dog cock now thick on the senses… it was a burning vinegar that singed sinuses within metres of the table. He musta’ been a good eight, maybe nine inches… this was a trial by fire for young Jake. He struggled little mainly because he knew it was useless.

Kane now ushered him to sit on his lap in reverse, before roughly pulling his vulnerable tailhole right back to his crotch. That vast sliver of thick Malinois dick was now hotdogging between the supine Alsatian, the heavy, beveled tip – already soaking wet with pre – tweaking Jake’s tailhole and making him shiver. He wasn’t sure why this felt so pawsdamned good.

“Mmmm, get ready, pup!” Kane grinned as he spread Jake a little more… and now his tip was sliding in, those broad paws pulling the young dog back onto him gradually, sinking inch after inch up into his body.

Jake gripped the table, digging his claws in as the pain bit. Kane was going in mostly dry, save for a little saliva he’d spat on his dick, coupled with the depth to which he’d got his paws inside the Alsatian’s tailhole. With his stud sat, Jake actually had more of the control than he ever thought he would, eventually falling to the gloriously full feeling of throbbing, thick sex under his tail and deep in his ass; and now his maw opened cos’ he couldn’t keep this feeling in.

“Christ, he moans like a whiny little breeding-vixen.” Kane grunted, huffing that sentiment to the pup’s back, truly wanting Jake naked but knowing that his sex dictated his every move and desire. He was too hot under the collar to wait for him to undress. He wanted tight dog ass right now!

Eoin sat across from them, watching, groping at himself as Kane’s paw dug into the youngster’s hips, pulling him harder down onto that thick dog dick. His knot was growing and he wanted it in before Jake baulked and started to struggle… cos’ this, this wrist-thick bulb of blood and flesh was gonna hurt! Or at least, it would for Jake any way.

“Aghh you fuckin’ lightweight!” Kane growled, half-angry and half-sex addled as his paw felt around for Jake’s dick, only to find him blowing his load indiscriminately across the table. It left Kane’s paw coated in syrupy cum, the dawg flickin’ it away with semi-disgust. The thickness and smell of their frantic coupling had been too much for the young, inexperienced Alsatian to take.

The pup’s eyes crossed and he held both paws to the table as he bit his lip and let go, allowing his red-hot cock to bounce and spurt with every push of Kane’s cock inside him.

His orgasm, as early as it had happened, helped him overcome the sudden jolt of pain that was the inevitable push of Kane’s knot into his backside. His larger lover forgot the warm dampness on his paw of his inexperienced partner as he ploughed that thick knot into tight, willing Alsatian ass.

“Rrrrrrrrr fuck… fuck yeah!” The huge Malinois growled, peeling his gums and scrunching his sharp claws into Jake’s hips, “Hold… ohhh fuck, hold on… hrrrnnnnnnn!”

It was only as Kane was ‘finishing’ that Eoin came to kneel at their join; and he sat there and watched as those sweaty, tan-black thighs flexed and pushed. Jake cried out as he felt the knot sink past his tight tailhole, the tears in his eyes a mixture of mostly pain and regret; but for his lover, it was fuckin’ bliss, letting his purple-red, rippling dick get captured in tight, unyielding muscle so as to milk the fuck outta’ him.

The smell was there for the delectation of all concerned, Eoin inhaling as he heard Kane yelp and catching the aroma of fresh-shot spunk soaring into a begging body.

The huge dawg – his jeans still around his ankles and his footpaws apart to allow him thrusting room - saw what this was doin’ to his ‘superior’; so, he lifted Jake upward by the undersides of his footpaws, revealing where his dick met the soft, tight insides of this teenaged pup.

“You wanna’ see it, huh? You wanna see me doin’ what I’m best at, huh?!” He grunted with a smile.

But Eoin was just too intent on the scent, where the last of Kane’s red-raw dick emerged from his sheath before losing the course of that rippling flesh as it was still buried in musky Alsatian tailhole.

“Paws alive, I love it when a plan works out.” He murmured, wanting to lean forward and lick, nuzzle and sloppily eat that stretched hole. His tongue would go between tender muscle and raw, spent canine cock, delving into cum-sodden depths that were too sweet and sordid to be true.

Nothing turned Eoin on more than seeing purebred dog fucking. Anything to piss-off the Vulpic establishment was sufficient to put the smile on Eoin’s muzzle and the wag in his usually stagnant and low-hung tail.

“This ain’t comin’ out any time soon, collie! Get used to the view!” Kane smirked, lettin’ Jake down to sit in his lap, the youngster still adjusting to the huge length inside him.

Eoin growled, eyes burning before moving back to the booth opposite, nursing his hard-on and seeing the pair panting and half-barefurred in the red-black lighting of the club. There was something as equally wonderful and sinful about their barely-legal lovemaking, as it was infuriating for the collie. He sat and burnt his eyes into the pair as they sat joined together, Jake’s muzzle almost peeling into a smile… a conceited, experienced smile that was not something so common to a pup of his age. This was too much for Eoin to take.

Eventually Kane withdrew, heaving Jake from his lap as a copious, blood-tainted load dripped from the young dog’s sweaty, tail-high ass. The poor pup winced as he felt the dawg’s half-deflated knot pass back out. He’d be sore tomorrow!

But Eoin had stewed in his own fetid juices, becoming so strangely jealous that, no sooner had he seen them pull apart, he padded over and grabbed hold of Jake’s right paw to pull him off Kane. The young Alsatian was desperately pulling up his jeans as he was yanked away from his rough, one-night lover.

“Hey! What the fuck?!” Kane did the same, adjusting himself and padding out the booth to follow the pair to the car park, “Where ya’ goin’ with him?”

But Eoin wasn’t in any mood. He’d switched and was taking his ‘toy’ home.

“What’s wrong, Rosse? I can give him what you can’t, is that it?!”

Eoin turned tail, confronting the much larger male.

“You’re bein’ awful brave tonight! Perhaps too brave for your own good.”

“Oh, knock-off the possession crap, I know you’re full o shit. You’re musk and mirrors, you know that?!”

Eoin’s muzzle evolved to a grin, his deep and rotten eye coring, corkscrew tunnels into Kane’s head. There was a barely a light colour between them… just the dusk and the dank, dark of a truly horrid night. Shimmers of red started to cross Eoin’s fur as though he were caught in the presence of an exploding volcano; but all this was a surefire sign of one thing and one thing alone… Roan was back.

“You’ve worked him out enough, dog!” His voice was lower, deeper, “But this one’s mine, just remember that!”

No sooner had he finished his sentence and without taking his eyes off Kane, the collie simply dropped his trousers and marked Jake’s bare, sore rump, the urine trickling down the pup’s thigh and onto the rain-soaked concrete.

Kane just screwed up his muzzle in disgust and turned tail to pad back inside, slinging his paws up in a fake surrender.

“Get the fuck outta’ here ya’ fuckin’ creep!” He muttered as he left the strange pair alone in the rain.

“You don’t mind fucking, but pissing is too much!? Fuckers!” Eoin yelled after ‘im; but all he got in reply was the finger.

With his ‘competition’ slinking back to the club, the collie smirked and turned to Jake, zipping up and adjusting his bulky, stiff sheath.

“You were enjoying that way too much… bad pup!” He murred, ushering the youngster into the car, “Let me show you how it should be. How it’ll always be. How foxes do it.”

And Jake heard that cryptic comment as he ducked to get into the backseat of the sedan, before turning to his ‘better’.

“But you’re… you’re not a fox.” The Alsatian braved to speak back, but his gumption was met with the stare that everyone feared. Eoin’s eyes were burning all-red, not a pupil to be seen… and now there was that unnerving tilt in how he held his head. This wasn’t good!

“Aren’t I?” It was a deep, tinny voice that resonated as to shake your guts from their sinewy seams, “My counterpart was very naughty to insinuate what he did. We foxes aren’t as prudish as he may think. Twisted little dog that he is! Far too much resistance in him…”

He stared at Jake again.

“… and in you.”

“I… I didn’t… I didn’t resist, I did exactly what that guy said and…”

“Right.” The dog muttered, lighting a fag and puffing away into the leathery, stale confines of their car, “And now you’re gonna’ do precisely what I tell you to do too.”

**

“Stay where you are, pup!”

They’d barely made it through the door of that dingy flat when Eoin was making his demands.

Jake saw his ‘better’ turn from locking the door, eyes shimmering red as his paws took the belt from his trousers and let them drop to the floor. Paws above, the smell of musky, stale urine and clogged sweaty fur was eye-watering. Strands of dirty, black-oil fur got in the way of a stiff, near-broken sheath, whilst dripping putrid sweat hit the nose like sour vinegar striking a hot pavement. Even the whites of his groins were yellowed and hazel. Long hours of addiction to both his loins and his poisons had forever discoloured his fur.

The collie padded forward, barefurred now and putting a paw either side of Jake’s muzzle like a loving father.

“I wanna’ find out what Kane did to your ass, boy!” He growled lustfully, seeing the pain and confusion in the youngster’s eyes as he stared headlong into that fast-disappearing innocence.

And now Eoin was sinking to his knees, reverent at that musky altar as he dragged the pup’s jeans with him. The collie gripped the youngster’s tail hard, making Jake wince and whimper, whilst his muzzle sniffed, snuffled and positively buried itself at that sloppy, sore, cum-soaked pucker. His filthy paw was on his rockhard black-red dick, cos’ the smell of sex was one thing… but the smell of corruption was another level of amazing.

Sweat, grit, effluence and the young dog’s natural musk combined with a stale load of foreign semen to make his head swim.

“Hmmm, not bad. You ain’t a virgin anymore that’s for pawsdamned sure! How does it feel, Jake? How does it feel to be one of us?”

But the youngster didn’t answer, rather staring ahead into the filthy plaster wall, his paws gripping the table as he felt Eoin’s tongue dig deeper, swirling and suckin’ on his worked-out ass. He had to withstand the moaning and the grunting of his lover as all the collie could do was apparently excel and revel in the dark, used muskiness of his ass.

“It’s time to get something thick and hard in that once such tight little virgin tailhole.” It was an eloquent, nay facetious observation that Eoin eked from between his dirty teeth, before leaving his knelt position and padding over to a drawer. He rummaged for something as Jake took to the sofa, panting heavily with his trousers around his hocks and swiping a paw across his headfur to keep his bangs out o’ his eyes.

Eoin returned but seconds later with a bleach-white bone in his right paw, dangling there like a weapon. His grin was nauseating, especially as he chewed on its hard surface, gnawing like a feral animal. This thing musta’ been a good sixteen inches long.

“Ribbed for your pleasure, you filthy pup!” He muttered as he finished chewing and padded closer, putting one knee on the sofa beside Jake as the young dawg shuffled over, kinda’ frightened, “Don’t flinch! This ain’t gonna’ hurt. Quite the uh… quite the opposite in fact!”

The Alsatian paused and caught eyes with Eoin. Was that a genuine wish to give him pleasure? Was that a glimmer of benignity he saw in those torrid eyes? He had little time to think about it either way.

“Rump up, boy!”

If the collie commanded, Jake obeyed. It wasn’t worth testing the guy’s patience! Once the pup had his tail up, crawled to all-fours along the length of the sofa, Eoin licked and spat on the now ridged and tooth-marked bone, before sidling all of eight or nine inches under Jake’s tail. The relatively small and disfigured ball joint gained purchase quickly on that sore, needy ass; and as much as the teenager wanted to resist, this felt incredible!

“Oh fuck, that feels sooo good!” Jake moaned with closed eyes. “Wh… what… mmmm oh god… what is that?”

“You mean, who was that?”

And Eoin just laughed, another sickening gurgle that left you wondering if this was to be the pup’s fate too. Jake wasn't sure whether to fear this or get into it… whether to cry or cry out for more. Sex was somehow more exciting when his life was on the line. How could he be feeling this?! Was Eoin that good? Was feeling the exquisite pressure on his innards from hot, dog dick or suppine osseous matter up his tailhole more intense when the collie had the knife to his throat?

The exquisite soreness made Jake reach back between his legs and paw-off frantically as the thickness came harder, controlled by the cutting grin of his evil master. He eventually bit down on his bottom lip and spurted over the sofa, rocketing a pulsing stream of cum onto the cushions as the tension and tightness in his gut closed-in on his innermost. Eoin just chuckled under his breath, shallowin’-out the thrusts and eventually withdrawing the bone.

To relieve his addled brain, Jake got up and headed over to the bathroom to wash off.

“You taste good… almost as good as this guy did.” The collie was sat there on the arm of the sofa licking the syrupy, slick exterior of the bone he’d just used to dildo the fuck outta’ that tight Alsatian ass; but Jake didn’t care. He was trying to escape that smell… the smell of conceit and victory reigning through Eoin’s raggedy, rough tail; but he wasn’t done.

“Wheredya’ think you’re goin’? I’m not through with you yet, pup.”

The youngster turned tail, sheepishly staring at his ‘better’ with pinned ears.

“Kneel before me” Eoin demanded, footpaws slightly apart and a stiff wag to his thickly musky tail.

It was only as Jake got to the floor that the collie clipped a collar around the pup’s neck, winding the material-handle around his left wrist and yankin’ on it so that his lover would ‘behave’.

“Gotta’ know ya’ place, pup!” Eoin grinned from his lofty conceit, gazing down at an angle to the prone dawg, “I’m your master. You have only to please me. Understand?”

“Y… yes.”

“I… can’t…” Eoin spoke as he was slowly stooping to be nose to nose with Jake, “…hear… you.”

“Yes. Yes ma… m… master.”

“Heh… good!” Eoin murred dangerously, pulling Jake up and spinning him ‘round… and now his dirty, emaciated muzzle was over the youngster’s right shoulder like a skull bursting through a full grave. His voice fell to an unnerving whisper, “Now… bend over, boy!”

No sooner had Jake obeyed, Eoin pressed his sex against the slick hole and forced himself in, bringing a yelp from his young charge. The collie pulled hard on the lead as he let his hips go crazy, his right paw free now to ‘punish’ this naughty puppy.

“Bad dog!” Eoin snarled, smacking Jake hard, the sound resonating through the apartment like a whip on a prisoner’s back-fur.

The collie’s paw would come down on that rump over and over, accompanied only by a grunting satisfaction in the feel of taut yet rough tan pelt against his black pads. With every yelp that Jake let loose, he equaled it by an utterance of sheer delight, feeling Eoin’s cock getting’ deeper and rubbing against his prostate. Only when he fell to the idea, this twisted ideal of being the subordinate, naughty pup, did he enjoy it when Eoin leant down and bit into his shoulder and collarbone.

“Grrrrrrr!” The collie moved his jaws as he clamped down and drew blood, feelin’ Jake’s muscles twinge in shock but hearing and smelling only enjoyment.

The teenaged dog reared-up and curled his gums in pleasure, eyes screwed and muzzle rippled like the folds of a drowned tome.

“Mmmm yes!” He moaned, “Pl… plea… please, bite me har… harder!”

Eoin obliged until Jake’s back was cut with sidebites and the side of his neck was a rich mixture of blood, sweat and clumped, gold-black fur. The doggy-style pounding got harder and harder with every cry for more of the rough stuff, Jake being rocked back and forth as he took more and more of Eoin’s length, sliding easily in the sordid seminal mixture pooling in his gut. The collie eventually let go of the lead, positively throwing it aside as his excitement grew… cos’ now he knew this pup weren’t goin’ anywhere. He wrapped the body of Jake’s tail around his paw and ploughed harder into that tender muscle. He was completely hollowin’’im out!

“Take it you little bitch!” The collie snorted, shuffling his footpaws apart to get more of a ‘run-up’ on this ass, dirty overgrown claws gripping the carpet as he did so, “I’m… hff… gonna’ pu… put you in a... hrnnn… in a fuckin’ dress, you little pansy-ass dawg.”

In the push and the pull, the pressure on his backside and the pain of Eoin’s digits digging into his sides, Jake’s muzzle went from pleasure for the sake of it, to pleasured snarls. He was actually getting’ into it, behaving like a bad pup; and that made the collie thrust harder, wanting to hear those little whimpers and whines that craved anal satisfaction.

Even before the collie could ‘consummate’ this sick partnership, Jake had pulled forward to force withdrawal, growling over his shoulder as he did so. He surprised Eoin by turning tail, but all the moreso by dropping his hungry muzzle back to the collie’s near-spent sex; and now he took the spent six-inch knotted dick into his maw and suckled like a cub desperate for milk, all the while slanting a sly gaze upward at his pleasantly astonished master. There were the salts along with the chloric waft of the collie’s precum and Kane’s spunk sitting in his nose, as the greasy, tangy effluence of his own innards teased his tongue… and it was only then that something within him snapped, something telling him that this was all he deserved.

This was where he belonged… under the paw of some twisted, sick-ass motherfucker!

“Christ, you're nasty!” Eoin grinned, lovin’ how desperate his ‘pup’ was for the taste and smell of their sex, “But after all, you know what's best for yourself, huh? Behaving like a good pup.”

Jake snarled angrily at the insinuation that he was, still, a mere pup; but it made him suck harder, his musk-drunk tail wanting to drink the elixir that very few could stomach. He wanted to make Eoin cum… and now it wasn’t just to please him, it was… paws alive, he actually wanted to feel it stream down his throat, coat his tongue and fill his gullet.

The collie started to thrust harder, both paws at either side of Jake’s head, muzzle-fuckin’ the youngster until he was stood on the tips of his footpaws, head to the ceiling.

“Hff… hff… hff… rrrrrrrrr, oh god!” Eoin moaned, pushing harder and harder, feeling Jake gag against his raw tip… he was gonna’ blow, “Ohhhh fu… hff… hff… ahhhhh fuck!”

It happened in an instant, the dog shakin’ as he held his dick at its deepest in this willing throat emptying his bollocks whilst Jake grinned and blushed around his master’s spasming knot. He could feel him cum. He could smell and taste the essence as he gulped it down. He could even hear the collie’s rare moan of delight and the crazy closed-eye look on his muzzle as he let it all go, that black-white tail stiffening and flexing like a snake cut in two.

It was an honour, pawsdamnit! Jake didn’t want to believe his own hype, but this was something that he reconciled as the most arousing fuckin’ thing he’d ever done; and with something that good, the pup would eternally look for all the better as he grew.

Having said that, Eoin’s ‘loving’ look still stank of nothin’ more than possession, pomposity and arrogance… and the collie’s apparent desire to relieve himself right where his dick still lay – right down Jake’s throat – was the last straw. That was way too far!

“Heh, you’ll take seed, but you won’t help out a full bladder, huh?!” Eoin chuckled again, withdrawing his spent sex and putting his paws on his hips.

“You’re fuckin’ gross, you know that?!” Jake growled in response, getting to his footpaws and wiping his maw with his right wrist; but of course, this retort was never met with sympathy or accountability… far from it.

The collie just grinned as he always did, turnin’ and pullin’ out another fag, puffin’ away as his yellowed teeth gripped the white tube. He still slit that smile at whoever had the stomach to witness it. Just made you want to smack ‘im!

Jake left the seething tension behind, – it was never comfortable in Eoin’s presence, no matter what had transpired - put on his boxers and padded to the bathroom, the collie in his background to watch every move.

“That’s it boy, put that muzzle away and go shower… you fuckin’ stink!” The collie called after him… the meanness wouldn’t die just because he’d taken his load. Jake was still owned, whether he liked it or not, “Lance is gonna’ stop by and I want you presentable. Not too musky either… don’t want you gettin’ ‘is dick hard! I saw what you were like at the club… fuckin’ slut.”

And now Jake was in the bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror, drips of cum spattering his muzzle and sweat dripping from his headfur and ears.

His dad was gonna’ kill ‘im.