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Ron and Jr sported the same, albeit differently sized, light brown cargo shorts. The pup wore a baggy camouflage t-shirt while his dad's tank top clung onto this frame. Both sat at the table finishing their breakfast together. The morning sun warmed the kitchen. Ron's gaze barely strayed from his son. His lustful eyes studied his pup in a new light. It was Jr's thirsty muzzle that milked his cock. It was those tiny brown paws that massaged and caressed his balls. Jr opened his maw to take a bite of buttered toast. His wet inviting tongue made Ron shiver. As his son licked the sides of his snout, Ron pictured the puppy lapping hungrily at his heavy balls. As Jr gulped down his glass of orange juice, his father wished it was a load of his pent-up dog cum. 'That dirty boy thinks he can outsmart me?'

Jr was as well in deep thought. Would waiting an entire month be worth it? Would Daddy be even more eager to have sex with young boys? The pup could continue sniff and suck on his dad's dirty underwear and socks. But Ron would have no such relief. Jr could send Ron some pictures while he was 'away'. The pup nearly felt sorry for his father. Nearly... 'Daddy would have so much more yummy cum to feed me!' Jr reassured himself as he drank from his glass. He noticed his dad shifting on his chair and scratching his crotch before excusing himself to finish packing for their trip.

Ron was already covered in sweat from the sun heating up their bungalow. He didn't need his son unknowingly teasing him. He didn't need to watch as Jr played innocent. The frustrated male snuck into Jr's room and picked up a stray green underwear. Some light stains at the front which Ron wasn't interested in. What really piqued his interest, what absolutely brought his cock to grow inside of his thick sheath was a damp stripe at the back. He brought his nose up and huffed in the virgin ass fumes Jr's rear left, no doubt from pawing off to the thought of his own father. The salt and pepper muzzle, his old wet nose, his broad hungry tongue sucked in whatever ass sweat continued to stick to his son's underwear. 'My sweet baby boy...' He grunted, feeling his knot forming inside of his sheath.

As Jr started to clean up the table, he noticed a wet patch left on his father's chair. It was close enough to the edge to have come from his groin. 'My sweaty Daddy!' Jr grinned before glancing into the hallway. No movement. The boy knelt down and placed his nose against the condensed testicle sweat. He inhaled deeply expanding his nostrils. His eyes rolled back. His nimble tongue stretched out to lap at the droplets while occasionally soaking the sides of his brown muzzle in it. Tangy and strong. The taste of a strong fertile male. The taste of his own dad!

Both dogs privately revelled in each other's scents. Both took in long deep sniffs. Both ran their greedy tongues to suck in each other's sweat. Both father and son longed for each other's bodies...

A large green backpack topped with a rolled-up deflated mattress hid the sweat drenched back of Ron. His son carried a smaller bag with his clothes haphazardly shoved inside along with snacks and bottles of water for the two dogs. Jr followed him by his side as both rottweilers made their way into the belly of the woodlands. The trail was dry with hard roots jotting out from the dirt. The air felt cool underneath the canopy of trees. Pillars of sunlight pierced the forest illuminating bugs that happened to drifted through and around them. Ron exclaimed how no parks in their city could ever compare to the stunning beauty of this forest. Jr agreed. The boy couldn't remember the last time him and his father did anything together in the wilderness. Ron reminisced loudly about his past as a scout, how he missed the feeling of freedom, and how much he would enjoy teaching Junior everything he knew. The pup nodded fervently warming up to the idea of spending more time with Daddy. He asked if they would spend more time out in nature, together. Ron looked down at his son and, for a moment, forgot what a kinkster he was.

"I promise, baby boy." He answered as he ran his paw in between Jr's ears.

As the seemingly endless noon sun grilled the landscape around them, Ron and Jr reached a steep incline. The trail narrowed forcing Jr to walk behind his dad.

"Grab my tail, son!"

Jr did as he was told, trying to balance himself. A breeze whiffed by, carrying the sweaty stench of Ron right into Jr's face. It made the puppy dizzy. Ron tried hard not to wag as the soft paws took hold of him. The buzzing of insects around them grew louder as the midday heat finally caught up to them. They were closing into the top of the wooded hill. As high as skyscrapers, the trees' canopy gradually opened up to reveal a crisp blue sky. From the distance the sound of a trickling stream broke the monotonous drone of various critters. The forest was less dense but no less impressive. Jr slipped on some loose pebbles. His dad raised his tail, pulling the pup up. The two rottweilers arrived at the plateau as the ground underneath them flattened out. The twisting trail snaked its way along the slope's edge. On their left, a vast plain with differently coloured square fields nearly stretched to the horizon. Jr resumed walking alongside Ron who took his paw before both approached a single wooden picnic table.

"Let's sit down for a bit, baby boy!" Ron huffed and squeezed his son's paw.

"Okay Daddy." Jr barked happily.

It was past noon and Ron was tired. His feet paws were boiling inside his heavy timberland boots. He wiped some beads of sweat away that dripped from his fur as his son unpacked their lunch. Both enjoyed the view that seemingly spanned across infinitely. The isolated bottle of iced tea clinked as Ron handed it over to his thirsty puppy. The older dog stretched and cracked his back. It had been a long time since he was surrounded by nature. It was even longer since he had hiked. He watched as his son bit into a slightly lukewarm peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Ron grinned.

"Oh, my poor paws... I am not as young as I used to be..." He exclaimed leaning down to untie his shoe laces.

"That climb really did a number on my poor tired paws..." He whined almost mockingly as he kicked his boots closer to Jr. The stench of hot paw musk wafted up to Jr who with a surprised look, sniffed in his dad's foot paw stink. Ron wiggled his claws toes inside the already wet white tennis socks.

"You don't mind if Daddy rests them here, don't you baby boy?" Ron grinned as he stretched his musky appendages before settling each paw down at Junior's sides. His son gave a shy shake of the head before smiling up at his old man. His tail wagged with excitement as the heavy scent of freshly baked paws surrounded the young boy. With a laboured yawn, the grey muzzled dog slowly stretched his arms baring two wet tufts of fur. Jr licked his lips. He inhaled deeply, as if trying to smell his father's pits from across the table. Ron knew those hungry eyes were gawking at his body. Those not-so-innocent gaze of his son lusting after his stench-y pits.

"Oh I hope I can get a nice massage..." Ron wished out loud. He pulled out the map from the sides of his backpack. Jr gulped before taking another bite of this sandwich, intently watching his father unfold the chart.

"My sore paw pads... urgh how good it would feel to have them rubbed." The scheming dog lamented, hiding his big devilish grin behind the map pretending to figure out their route.

Jr's bulge already firm as the pup also began to sweat. He looked down at Ron's sweat socked paws. He had to touch them... he had to smell them up close...

"Looks like my paws got to endure another 3 hour-...."

"I'll do it!!" Jr shouted. "Uhm... I can help you Daddy!"

A salt and pepper snout bearing petit reading glasses peaked over the edge of the map. He lay large piece of paper down onto the table. Ron placed his head onto his paws leaning closer to his son. Jr was almost at the edge of his seat. His half-eaten sandwich was back inside their lunchbox. His tail wagged, his eyes pleading.

"Oh baby boy, I can't let you massage me paws..." Ron lamented.

"But Daddy! Please!" Jr begged.

"You don't even know how to, son." Ron regretted.

"You can teach me! I can do it. Promiiiiise!" Jr couldn't help himself any longer. Those small paws already grabbed hold onto Ron's ankles. The puppy barked and whined, pleading his dad to give him a massage. To be closer to his musky paws. To pleasure his father with his caresses and rubbings.

"Fine, baby boy... you win!" Ron moved his feet paws onto his boy's lap. One socked paw gently pressed against Jr's belly. His son took hold of his other socked appendage and beamed. So close... The smell was heavier, stronger than the stale laundry he was used to sniffing. His dad's paws felt thick and wet. The more the pup squeezed the more sweat oozed from Ron's worn socks. He needed to taste them, at least smell them up close. Jr's body screamed at him. The pup discreetly hunched down. Ron's son slowly lifted the thick pair of hind paws.

"C'mere boy! Get under there. Don't want to break your Daddy's legs now, do we?" Ron ordered after Jr unknowingly bumped his legs against the table's edge. Trying to hide his deep blush, the pup hastily crawled underneath the wooden table. The shade cooled off the eager boy as Ron pulled his legs back. His dad then let both stinky feet paws rest on his son's lap before widening his thighs. His bulbous crotch hidden in his cargo shorts was in full view of the kinky puppy.

"Make sure to, REALLY, rub them good. Get all of that tension out... Don't worry about hurting your Daddy." Ron instructed. Jr had already brought Ron's left socked foot paw up to his chest. His nimble digits kneaded the rough paws pads through the damp sock. The pup now free from the leering eyes of Ron could openly enjoy his Daddy's musky feet. He lowered his nose millimetres from his Dad's foot before giving those hot stinky toes a deep inhale. The other foot paw rested on Jr's lap as the current one was being assaulted with gently yet firm strokes and kneading. Ron unconsciously stretched and relaxed his toes against Jr's crotch, moaning at the sensation of his boy rubbing his other sore paw pads after nearly half of the long tiresome hike. Suddenly, Ron jerked his paw as he adjusted in his seat. The mature dog felt the small snout being gently pressed in-between his toes. Jr's eyes widened before rolling back. His nose and maw engulfed in his Daddy's stink. The cheeky pup instinctively began to lick the lint from the sock. He recognised the same taste but stronger. The same smell but heavier. But what really drove Jr's cock and mind wild were his father's thick clawed toes.

"Oops, sorry, pup! These shorts are too tight..." Ron 'apologised'. The father grinned as he heard his son let out a quiet whimper after pulling his foot paw away. Jr saw a paw appear from above the table before his daddy unbuttoned his shorts.

"You don't mind if I get a bit more comfortable, don't you baby boy?" Ron asked in an almost singsong tone. Of course, the mature dog didn't wait for a response. Of course, the depraved pup he sired didn't mind at all. In fact, he even unzipped himself tantalisingly slow before he fished out, to Jr's surprise, his sheath and balls. The pup drooled, momentarily stopped giving his daddy's feet his promised massage. This father's sex was tucked inside a black jockstrap. Some stray strands of balls fur poked from the meshed fabric.

"It's so hot... Need to air out the boys a bit." Ron pulled his paw back and gave it a sniff. His old rugby gear proved to be useful after all these years. In the past, he used to pull countless bitches (and the occasional fag) back to this dorm room. Now, the sweating Rottweiler was teasing this own flesh and blood, enticing his son to gawk and lust over the same cock that sired him.

"I don't feel you massaging, Junior... I didn't raise a quitter, did I now?" Jr shook his head out of the daze. He hastily returned to rub his daddy's right foot paw. Is this really happening? Jr asked himself licking the sides of his muzzle. Ron's groin musk wafted over to the kneeling pup. It overpowered the smell of his foot paws. It nearly overpowered Jr's senses. The boy leaned in, pressing the left paw firmer against his own hard bulge. His muzzle closed in, as Jr continued to haphazardly fondle the right socked foot. He licked his wet nose in anticipation. He needed all the musk to cling onto his own fur and skin.

He grinned, feeling his right foot being held within little shaking paws of Jr. How his son's little finger fervently kneaded his aching pads. His baby boy submitting fully to his Daddy... Ron continuously heard Jr desperately trying to please him. The older dog splayed his toes allowing Junior's fingers to get in-between his calloused digits. He could have sworn hearing his pup moan. In the midst of his massage, Ron noticed Junior's mobile on top of the table.

As if you can't teach an old dog new tricks... The salt and pepper dad mused to himself discretely unlocking his son's phone.

No password? Tztztz you innocent lil pup... He tapped on the email icon.

Innocent pervy slut... He scrolled through their messages.

This is what you get when you mess with your Daddy, naughty boy... Ron deleted everything. Every message in every folder. Sent, Inbox, Draft, Bin. Even his own saved email he got rid of his son's phone.

Got to protect my boy from all those nasty pervs like a good Daddy should...

After placing Jr's phone back, Ron gave out a long deep sigh at his enjoyment of his son continued vigilant and eager ministrations. However, he felt Jr shuffling closer towards him. His right foot paw presses into Jr's chest as the pup began massaging his ankle. The left paw squeezed further into his boy's groin as his son nudged forwards. Ron out of curiosity peeked in between the wooden panels. He wasn't surprised to watch his son trying to take a better look, rather a better sniff, of his groin. Only a few more centimetres until his cute button nose arrived at his nutsack. Only a few centimetres until his drool tongue would again touch the same taste, he had feed him at those gloryholes. A menacing grin, Ron suddenly jerked forwards, ramming his crotch into Jr's face. A muffled yelp followed a deep lustful moan.

"Oh, sorry pup!!" Ron pulled back again. "I didn't mean to scare you there, baby boy. You OK?"

"..."

"Junior?"

"..."

"JUNIOR?!"

"Y-yes Daddy... I'm OK...". Jr was dutifully licking his nose. He tried desperately to taste what had been taken away from him too quickly.

"Here... lemme get that off you!" Ron's paws reappeared underneath the table and took hold of the sides of his boy's muzzle. Jr's entire face was on fire, hot as coal. The puppy let go of his father's foot paw as Ron's calloused digits tried to rub the musk away! No no no. Jr tried to pull away... But he couldn't. Jr tried to enjoy his father, somewhat, sensually stroking his lips and the bridge of his muzzle... But he couldn't! All the boy could do was to smell. Inhale deeply, exhale quickly, repeat. He couldn't let Daddy get rid of that maw-watering musk...

"There! All clean now." If Ron didn't bite down his tongue, his low mocking laughter would echo throughout the forest. The rottweiler dutifully finished wiping away his little 'mistake', feeling his son's muzzle shaking at this touch. He leaned back and with his feet paws tenderly pushed Junior further away from his exposed crotch.

"Let's get going, shall we baby boy?" A subtle chuckle.

"Yes..." A defeated sigh.

The heat from above thickened during the afternoon. Even under the shade of the trees, the rest of the trail seemed to be engulfed in a dense warm fog. After their pitstop and finished their lunched, the duo pressed forward, deeper into the woodlands. After a couple of hours, both father and son's paces slowed down. Their breaths turned into pants. Their shirts matted with sweat as their water bottles were nearly emptied out. To keep up his son's spirits, who had fallen behind, Ron started to whistled happily wagging his large tail. Jr, hurrying along felt his heart pounding as the boy's tongue occasionally at whatever residue was left of his father's foot and groin sweat on his muzzle and paws. The faint wet stain on his own cargo shorts nearly faded away. The pup's mind swam with thoughts.

_What just happened?_He licked the side of this muzzle.

I need to be more careful... Jr raised his paws and cupped his maw. A slow deep inhale. His eyes rolled back nearly resulting in the pup falling over.

I hope Daddy liked my massages! Maybe I'll ask to do it mooooore!! His little puppy sheath swelled up anew, as the boy fantasised having his nose shoved in between his dad's clawed toes.

I wanna suck him again... I missed that nice smell so much... The young rottweiler started to pant not only from the heat. But as his wet drooling tongue hung from the side of his maw, he recalled the last time that same tongue was lapping the last strands of Daddy cum. He remembered being pulled into a deep kiss in the stalls at 'Union Drove'

Daddy needs to wait a month. That's what the site said. Then Daddy won't be able to control hi-... *BUMP*

"Look. At. That!" Ron exclaimed, sighing victoriously and placing his paws on his hips.

Jr rubbed the bridge of his muzzle and peeked out from behind Ron before shuffling to his Dad's side. The pup gawked out from the edge of the forest. The dirty path ended before them leading to a stone road flowing down and flanked by two enormous fields of wheat. At the foot of the valley lied a stronghold. It looked similar to their new hometown. Small, picturesque, postcard worthy. However, buildings were assembled from stone rather than being cut from wood. No church was erected in the middle of the rigid grey settlement. A curved stone wall perturbed from the embankment of a river almost as wide as the town itself. The two rottweilers carefully descended upon their destination as the curving river basked in the late afternoon sun. The water glistened and sparked in their eyes. Ron took hold of his son's paw. The pebbled path grinding underneath their hiking boots.

After entering the stone gate, the dogs were welcomed by banner - "Solstice Day". Around them orcs wondered the narrow streets. Shops and bars lined each block. Jr took hold onto his dad's paw, fearing he might be swept away by those large green humanoids. Slowly, the dense crowd made way to a smaller village square, even quainter than their new home town. Simple clothes wrapped around the orcs. Wooden stands circled the used square. A nice pause was warmly appreciated by the pair as the rottweilers explored the market. Soon, Jr worked away on a shish kebab. Ron occasionally glanced at his son running his little tongue briefly along the juicy meat before the pup bit down. His accidental moans drowned out by the bustling town. Jr in the meanwhile was watching the men. After encountering Ron's puppy maker, the young boy starvingly gawked at the packages those virile green men were displaying.

"Dad?"

"Yes son?"

"What's an a-pothe-cary?"

Jr pointed at the stand furthest from the square. A dangling sign spelling 'Apothecary and Potions' pendulumed hypnotically from afar.

"It's a place where you can by medicine, son!"

Both dogs arrived at the curious stall. An elderly orc; one tusk broken off and one ear adorned with jewellery grinned at the visitors. Canines in an orc stronghold were as seldom as a blue moon, the vendor commented before gesturing his arm overs his goods. Bottles of different sizes and colours, small boxes filled with dried plants and roots, and many more intriguing curios were put on exhibit. Jr nearly tiptoed over the counter to enjoy the sunlit display of colours.

One bottle caught Ron's eye. A long glass thing with a bulbous base. The pointed tip corked up. Almost instinctively, the middle aged dog inspected the strange yet familiar looking container of red liquid.

"Ah. For fertility, a drop is all she needs for another precious pup." The orc threw Jr, who was too busy sniffing at foreign herbs to pay any attention to the adults, a smile and then returned back to Ron. The bottle felt unnaturally hot, heating his hand. His claws tapped nervously against the red potion.

"Ahem... well..."

"Oh! Daddy daddy look!"

Jr tugged on Ron's arm pointing at a bone shaped blue bottle. The father lost grip of the thick base and with a loud smash soon Ron's hiking shoes were soaked.

"Oh, shit. Wait..."

"I'm sorry, Daddy..."

"Not your fault son... Here... Let me pay for that!" Ron swiftly took out his wallet to pay the shop keep to which the white bearded orc chuckled. Nice mannered canines, he commented before they parted ways.

Jr felt guilty. Ron saw his son's head low and tail lazily trailing behind. The pup, still holding his father paw felt a light squeeze. He looked up to see Ron grinning down at him. At the cheery sight of his dad, Jr smiled back before giggling. The sun hung low, almost touching the tall stronghold walls of the village. Opting to stay one night and head back home the next day, the pair of black brown dogs found an hospice where, after having dinner, they retreated to their room.

Ron lazily kicked his boots off his hindpaws. Stretching and groaning, the father made his way to the inviting mattress before falling down onto this aching back. The long hike and the constant teasing glances Jr was giving to his crotch exhausted the older dog. He left a faint wet trail, the outlines of each paw pad oozing into the carpeted floor.

Jr was fumbling with his own shoes as the knot somehow got entangled. Grunting in annoyance, he pulled onto the laces, hopping on one paw. With a focused look and a bit of tongue poking from his muzzle, Jr suddenly found himself tripping over before falling nose first into one of his father's wet shoes. A immediate hot smell washed over Jr. The familiar warm musk of his daddy's feet somehow smelled and... Jr extended his tongue... tasted different. His eyes slowly rolled up into his head as the softly whimpered into Ron's boots slowly letting go of his shoelaces...

With his eyes closed, Ron released a long sigh and smiled. A day well spent with his little pup. They could visit the rest of the town tomorrow before heading back home. They might eat some local food. Ron needed to remind himself to check out pubs. They could even have a long walk over by... Muffled shuffling took Ron away from his ponderings, making him sit up on his elbows. His large floppy ears twitched towards the direction of the bedroom door. He saw Jr, muzzle buried deep in one of his boots. He was practically cleaning the damn shoe. But what shocked the greying dog was to find his own boy naked, with a leaking red doggy cock in his blurry paw. Jr stroking himself and moaning had drool almost leaking out of the stinking wet boot. Ron's sheath instantly swelled. Jr accidentally made eye contact with his father, his face flushed in deep red, eyes wide open.

"D-daddy..." a quiet whisper.

"Come here baby...." a lustful invite.