Relief-the real one.
Relief - by Casca -(additions by Monsieur Foxy with original author's permission)-
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Paul sighed heavily while loosening his tie. His boss spent the whole day yelling at him on top of all the usual things which go wrong at his job. It was a big relief to finally be home but there wasn't anything that he could think of to get his mind off it. Just as he sat on the couch, wondering where his dog was, a figure darkened the room. Not expecting a guest , Paul was a little worried when he saw the big hulking man standing across the den but it didn't take long for him to change his mind. The man standing there was tall, dark and handsome, waiting completely naked and showing off his hard muscles. Every line of his body twisted sensually around each other catching the light just right to make it all more impressive. Most of all Paul couldn't keep his eyes off the massive package hanging between his legs, orbs the size of softballs under a thick, heavy looking shaft.
He stared for a few mintues though before he realized something strange. He wasn't just dark, he was jet black... with tan spots... just like...
Then all at once he found himself under a mass of fur and muscle which looked exactly like his doberman Hans. The big doberman had somehow become an even bigger person, hugging and wrestling him to the floor, licking just as adamantly as ever. Paul tried to get a little space to breathe and think then something he didn't expect happened. A big handpaw grabbed his crotch and gave him the lewdest squeeze in history. Hans wasn't just grabbing, he was groping and molesting and other levels of naughty with his master's balls. Right away, paul gave in, humping the paw and groping at his dog's body too, toying with his nipples, running his fingers between all those smooth muscles then finally cupping a pair of firm buttcheeks in each hand.
Hans smiled, an odd expression on a dog's face yet unmistakeable at the same time, and ran both paws into the human's groin, stroking the hard on with one and playing with those balls in the other. Paul gave his dog another look, trying to see what exactly happened but couldn't come up with anything but he magically became some sort of weredog, he still had his collar on even. Still he didn't care. He was getting felt up by the sexiest thing he'd ever seen after almost a year without a lay. Naked Hans licked Paul's face excitedly after giving his clothes a pained look. It didn't take long for the human to notice and start ripping his clothes off as fast as he cool, tossing them every each direction until he lay there on the floor under his lusty weredog.
The dog sat up, stradling Paul's legs and still groping and playing with his cock, to show off his own boner. the human guessed it had to be around a foot and a half long, much longer than his own impressive 10 inches, and it was spewing out precum like a fountain, soaking his belly in warm gooey musk. The smell of sex was quickly starting to fill the room even though they hadn't even gotten past foreplay. He started to wonder what that powerful juice tasted like but just as soon as he moved to take a taste, Hans shifted forward drenching his face and filling his open mouth with dogmusk. It was the most woderful thing Paul had ever tasted, salty and somehow slightly sweet, heady and electric. He wanted more.
Hans however had more pressing issues to deal with. He poised himself right over his master's Throbbing cock and lined it up perfectly with his tailhole then pushed down and took it to the hilt. All at once Paul's cock sunk in the tight warmth of his werdog's ass and he shivered intensely with pleasure. For a second he thought he came in the eager canine's bowels but after a moment Hans started to ride him hard and he knew it was just a huge wad of pre lubing up that rippling passage.
The dobie was amazing, his ring milking and squeezing around his cock while his tail wagged just the right way to make his body wriggle and squirm around it too. Paul couldn't help but hump him as hard as he could, bouncing the big pup high then pulling him back down. He sat up and bit his lip watching the dog's tongue hang out and his eyes roll back in ecstasy. Precum was whipping everywhere getting the human soaked in the flavourful musk while he licked his face as each wave hit him.
Again and again and again their hips slammed together, both of them whining and moaning with no reserve, lost in passion but Paul couldn't keep holding on much longer and he yelled out loud as the largest load of cum he'd ever had rushed out of his cock and into his friend. He thrust that much harder into the dog and coated his insides well with seed. Hans though, still hadn't cum, the knot at the base of his cock swollen some but still a little way off from his climax, so paul kept fucking trying to aim his cock right at the prostate while he grabbed the massive, cock that took both his hands to fit around and jerked him off.
He stayed hard the whole time much to his pleasant surprise and the doberman was all too glad to fuck his hands and rain even more precum on Paul's face. It took a few more mintues but it was well worth it to hear the big dog howl and see the explosion of milky cum blast out of his dick. Each shot was enough to drench his chest though most of it went right into his face. The taste of it was even stronger and just as delicious as the musk. He couldn't hold onto the jerking throbbing cock tight enough to keep it still so he just squeezed the sensitive knot and let it thrash around sending dogjizz everywhere. Hans kept cumming for a whole five mintues before he relaxed and just started to lick his master excitedly, cleaning up his mess and squeezing the cock still lodged in his ass.
Paul huffed and puffed still a little out of breath after such a wild fuck. He smeared dog cum into his own skin like some kind of lotion and did the same to Hans' fur, smiling contently while the dog was still eager for more. Suddenly he heard his answering machine pick up to the sound of his boss telling him he was fired. He just shrugged and sucked his dog's dick a little. He couldn't think of anything that could take his mind off it.
Covered in sweat and dog cum, nursing on the tip of a massive cock and exhausted from the most wild sex of his life, Paul couldn't remember anything that happened before he found his newly transformed buddy. Hans kept grinding against the human's hips, working his tailhole around his master's cock while his muscular body shifted and twisted with each little motion of Paul's lips and tongue. Impossible amounts of pre surged into Paul's mouth, thick and warm and delicious, but suddenly the canine stopped teasing and started to thrust.
Paul tried to hold the dog back but there would be no denying nearly seven feet of sheer muscle and he was already struggling to keep up with all the pre dribbling out of his mouth and gushing down his throat; even if he could he was at a disadvantage from his position. Slowly, the sleek-furred doberman stooped over, forcing more and more of that huge cock into his master's tight and warm mouth; each thrust making a messy splash of pre and saliva. He pushed and struggled, not to escape but just to find a safer position but the lower the canine got the faster and more unstoppable his hips became. Paul just grabbed on to the strong body on top of him and tried to relax his throat and patted the chiseled rump still holding onto his sensitive erection. The weredog took it as a cue and lifted his hips, freeing the human's cock and angling his own down Paul's throat and humped wildly!
The smaller male gagged and choked for a moment but quickly learned to catch a breath where he could, his face soaked in a second coat of pre as so much of it filled his gut feeling like he had a good meal already while he desperately jerked himself off. He could feel that massive slab of meat stretching his neck out for it and loved it, wanting every inch his dog could feed him until those gigantic balls were slapping him hard on the chin. Hans barked and bellowed loudly in ecstasy, mating Paul's face with animalistic abandon as his knot started to throb still swollen from before. His meaty legs wriggled closer to either side of Paul's body holding him in place while he bucked as deep as he could. The human's hand worked desperately along his own 10 inches of cock ready to cum first again.
His body convulsed and twitched in passionate release sending thick strands of cum up his dog's back, painting the jet black fur with strips of white as a body shaking orgasm rolled over his body. His mouth and throat gripped tighter around that huge doberman cock shoved down his throat as testicles the size of softballs, bouncing off his chin, rose up steadily but obviously still needing more.
He gasped and sucked under his friend working his overflowing balls and that trembling knot while the canine took his time getting to his own second climax humping deep and hard making every inch work it's magic over Paul's body. The pants and growls of the big weredog were like music to the human's ear's, keeping him rock hard even after the two biggest orgasms he could imagine one right after the other. Until with a howl Han's unleashed a second load in his master. Paul couldn't envision the sheer volume of cum erupting into his belly and it seemed Han's wanted to make a show of it pulling back enough to shoot every other rope of dogcream into his mouth splashing up like a fountain as he simply couldn't keep up.
Minutes passed and Han's keep fucking Paul's face, filling him up and covering his face in a second coat of cum until finally the flow stopped and the dog pulled out sitting over his belly and smiling that strange but unmistakable dog smile and throbbing monstrously. Paul rubbed his sore throat and tried to say something but exhausted and satisfied and blissful there wasn't anything to say. Instead he just pet Han's in that spot he liked on the chest and tried to relax. Even if this was the worst day ever this was gonna be the best night.
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(End of the original piece. I apologize in advance for using this as a springboard for my own addition, and if the original author dislikes my use of his/her piece, I'll be more than happy to remove this story from the site.)
Part 2-New Sensations(chapter 2)
By Monsieur Foxy
Paul awoke, his throat throbbing and raw, and seemingly glued to the bed. He pried his eyes open and as he did so, the memories of the previous night flashed through his mind with the force of a bomb.....He remembered the impression of huge balls, accentuated by shadow and light, a strange face..... and a huge cock, strange in shape that had almost drowned him in sweet musky spunk. Hans bolted upright, or tried to, but there was a heavy weight laid across his lower abdomen. He looked down, and saw a big muscle-bound leg coated in a fine layer of soft, brown-on-black fur. Paul just shook his head. He remembered more clearly now..... How had this happened? How had his beloved dog become a huge sex-crazed cum factory?
His thoughts were interrupted by the movement of the bed, as his weredog stretched, yawned, and showed off his long, doggish tongue. The bed shifted under Hans again as Hans shook himself, and immediately began to cuddle into his master, cock stiffening and thickening with the contact against his master's thigh..... Paul found himself thinking 'this is so wrong, I shouldn't do this, it's immoral...But then again, Hans enjoyed it so much, and I didn't force him....' Paul's thoughts were interrupted by a hot, wet tongue lapping at him, cleaning the dried cum out of his hair, face, and skin.
As Hans worked his way lower, he paid especial attention to the cleft between Paul's thighs, slobbering and licking at his hole. Paul thought a minute, and debated what to do. Then making up his mind, and suitably aroused already, he shifted his legs apart, and lifted his hips up off the bed to present his ass to his Big Hans. Hans' doggy eyes got big and bright, and faster than Paul could blink, the huge, 18-inch shaft of hard, throbbing weredog meat was thrust at his face, the intent clear as day. Paul obediently took the shaft in his mouth, straining to fit more than the first few inches into his mouth.
He slowly worked his way down, lavishing affection on every inch his tongue could reach. Hans was panting, and his knot was beginning to form from the surge of tight, wet, pleasure that electrified his brain and prompted him to do one thing. Hans pulled out just in time to reward Paul's efforts with a surge of fresh precum, soaking his face and hair again.
Hans rolled around to the back of Paul, his tongue wagging and his breath coming in snorts as he excitedly searched for the right spot in his maser's crack. Finding it, Hans stuck his tongue in and swirled it around, revelling in the smell and taste of his master's own subtle musk. Meanwhile, Paul was squirming and writhing on the bed, his hips trembling as he struggled to contain the urge to whimper like a bitch in heat. His Hans' tongue was driving him wild, and was touching with special attention as it began to move deeper. The moment Hans had started to get hard, Paul's own cock immediately began hardening to its own 10-inch glory. Nothing special compared to Hans' magnificent erection, but it was more than respectable in its own right. Hans stopped licking, causing Paul to glance back in puzzlement. That look disappeared as the bed shifted and Hans repositioned himself straddling his master's hips from behind, his huge, slick dogcock positioning itself exactly in line with Paul's tight pucker.
Paul pants, and the sweat begins to form on his brow as he realizes that he's about to be fucked for the first time in almost a year and a half. 'This is going to be Hard' thought Paul, and he readied himself by trying to relax, even though his body wanted to do the exact opposite. Hans in the meantime was dribbling precum from his cocktip right into Paul's cleft, making it amazingly slippery and wet. Then Hans began to push. His cockhead exerted gentle pressure at first, like Hans knew that his master needed time to adjust, then a little more pressure. Paul gasped at the hardness and heat radiating off the enormous dog-dick, and couldn't help it as his hips trembled, and a spurt of pre from his own member painted the sheets beneath his upraised hips. Hans just sniffs, smelling the arousal from his master's cock, and bends his head forward to lick and sniff the back of Paul's neck and head. Paul just wants it to end, for his gorgeous weredog to mount him, and mate him, and fill him while giving him the release he's now desperate for.
Hans' dick retreats a fraction of an inch, spurts once more, repainting Paul's ass with fresh pre, and then pushes forward again, this time with more force. The hard weredog cock pushes into Paul's pucker, pushing almost into it. Hans shifts above Paul, and whines. He knows that he wants to mate with Master badly, but only wants his master to feel good and doesn't want to hurt him. So Hans continues pushing, and slowly, maddeningly slowly, Paul's ring becomes tired, and begins to relax, letting the dog work his tip another fraction of an inch into the tight ass that makes his head go fuzzy and his heart pound. Paul gasps sharply. The pain from the tip working its way into his first sphincter makes his head spin. It's been so long since anyone, anything was inside him, that he is suddenly nervous. How will that huge log of maleness fit into his tight, needy hole?
Hans gave a snort and shook his head flinging droplets of sweat and saliva across Paul's sweaty backside. Then, taking a gentle but firm grip on Paul's hips, gave a short, solid push. Paul cried out and tried to lunge forward in the bed, to escape the burning pain that seared its way up his spine, through his lungs, and out his mouth.
"AAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOIII!!!!"
It felt like the tip of a baseball bat had forced its way into his ass. The first two inches of his dog's cock had penetrated his anus, stretching it in a thin, taut, red ring around the girth of the bulbous head. He flailed his arms, trying to distract himself from the pain and the abrupt sensation coursing once more through his love-starved body. As suddenly as it began, the pain ebbed, slowing and becoming a gentle burn that heated his body, forced a blush to his cheeks and made his heart pound like it had just run a marathon. He forced himself to be still, lying there with the just the head inside. The thought of taking the whole thing overwhelmed Paul. Almost instantly, his muscles relaxed on their own, allowing him to feel the pleasure of that big, throbbing piece of maleness tremble and rub inside his anal ring. He moaned, soft and low, and signaled his readiness for more with a shake of his hips.
Hans' worried eyebrows unknitted, and his tongue lolled out again. As he smiled he pulled back and pushed forward again this time slower, giving his master a third inch to take in. Paul whined, his body humming with the need to fuck and to be made Hans' bitch in heat. He groaned and looked underneath where his cock had begun to fill and harden again. It seeped a bead of clear pre as he watched in fascination. The big, furry weredog began to rock his hips ever-so-gently, to begin to break this new hole in carefully. He wanted his master to enjoy the experience of Hans' cock in his ass.
Paul, was panting and sweat beaded on his forehead. Being covered and serviced by this big hunk of weredog was intense. He was no virgin, but the whole year without sex, combined with the sheer size and thickness of the pulsing shaft now wedging itself inside him did something. It inspired terror, desire, lust, and a hot nerve-tingling pleasure that was entirely new to him. That cock made him wish that he could be free of work, be free of everything, just to give him more time with this Maleness, to be stretched and remade by it. To Submit, to give it all the pleasure a magnificent Fuck-Tool like what now opened him deserved.
Paul groaned, a guttural noise that pricked Hans' sensitive ears, and boiled his blood. Hans gave a deep grunt in return, and thrust forward with his hips. Three more inches of that thick shaft now ground into its tight new home. Paul cried now, the tears of pleasure and lust makiing his vision swim. He couldn't remember the last time that he felt this Good, that something could touch him this way. His prostate was burning with the heat from the shaft prodding straight into it. That tiny, cherry-sized lump of tissue sent shockwaves through his loins, tightening, stirring, stoking the tension that steadily built up inside his nuts. They churned, throbbed, trembled now, just waiting to release their sticky load and the maelstrom of ecstasy that was just a few minutes, another few inches away.
Hans wanted this. His canine cranium hummed with the urge to mount this he-bitch, to stroke himself inside it, to plant his seed. But his urges were restrained by the glowing sense of love he felt for his he-bitch, his Master. Hans instead allowed himself a longer stroke, pulling out until he almost popped free of the hot, tight hole. Then he plowed forward, claiming another two inches, eliciting only pleasured moans this time. He had 8 inches in, and still he had another 6 before he reached his knot. It was massive. Nearly 6 inches from side to side, that knot throbbed with veins, pulsed with blood, almost glowed with heat, and looked fit to burst. But it couldn't, not until it was seated inside a tight, hot hole.
Hans pulled back, thrust a few more times, then pushed until he felt his balls touch his master's tight, drawn-up orbs, felt the front of his knot bump that portal of sweet flesh. He growled deep in his chest, holding himself in, so as not to cum before breeding his master's sweet rump. Paul was awash with the sensation as he slid up the matress, propelled by the force of his weredog's rapid thrusts. He caught a hand on his heavy wooden headboard and held on, pushing back down towards the massive obelisk of maleness that dominated him, and made him whimper and twist inside.
Hans was still thrusting, but all he could think was that he loved Master, and wanted master to feel good. The hole around his member had slowly loosened and become slick with his own juices. He could feel the slickness coating his knot, and knew it was time. He thrust even faster, slamming his overfull nuts against the thighs of his Master, and pulled out until just the tip remained inside the now-gaping portal of Paul's ass. Then he let out a short, deep *woof* as he thrusts forward with almost all his strength, forcing the knot through both of Paul's lubed rings of muscle.
Paul let out a bellow as his ass was stretched beyond anything he had ever had. He felt his internal walls stretch and almost tear from the force and speed of the penetration, but they held. He thrashed on the bed, throwing himself from side to side and screaming out his pleasure. He'd never felt the constant pressure that pressed his prostate like a button, forcing him higher and higher, in a giant loop of pleasure. Paul Came. It shot out, over, and over, and over. He felt the swelling of the knot inside him, revelled in the sensation of the tie taking over as Hans continued to thrust, his movement restricted and intensified by the grapefruit-sized knot of swollen flesh binding them to each other. Hans Shot his load of thick, sticky, slippery seed inside his Master's sweet ass. It pushed up and up, filling his colon until Paul was ready to pass out from the sweet pain of his gut stretching to accomodate the huge volume of fluid filling him.
Hans panted, holding himself above his new mate, his New Master. His breath burst forth in actual clouds of steam as his overheated body tried to bring him slowly down from the high of orgasm. His cock remained firmly seated inside of Paul, still hard and pulsing even harder as his body took over and filled Paul with the rest of his cum.
Paul couldn't believe it. He just couldn't figure out where all the cum came from. He had just lain there, shaking and trembling through the aftershocks of a monumental release, and was trying to sit up. Then the sharp pain in his ass and the sloshing feeling deep in his gut reminded Paul that he was Tied, and then he felt an even Stronger surge of fresh heat in his bowels as Hans began cumming again. Then Paul remembered that Dogs would actually cum the most after the tie. He then just tried to relax, willing his body to accept the mammoth load delivered by Hans.
Hans however, just panted, his tongue lolling out the side of his muzzle, legs trembling from fatigue and his nuts jumping as they kept pushing more cum into his Master. He wanted to sleep now, but his instincts told him 'not yet' he had one more thing to do. He let himself down onto Master, and gently nipped at Paul's shoulder. The skin was covered with a tangy sheen of sweat and the muscles underneath was trembling and ready to give out. He nipped, and nibbled, until he had left a faint imprint of his teeth, without even breaking skin.
Paul giggled sleepily to himself as his sexy Hans seemed to nibble on him, reminding himself of the time he had given Hans a half a fortune cookie. Hans had held it so carefully in his mouth, then instead of devouring it in typical messy dog-style, he had carefully relaxed his muzzle so that it hid the sides of his teeth. This way kept the crumbs inside as he slowly chewed with an almost reflective look on his black and brown muzzle. Paul pulled himself back to the present, and thought to look at the clock by his bed. It read 11AM. Paul just sighed and reached up with tired arms to lock his fingers around the neck of his Hans, his lover. He pulled Hans down to his mouth, and kissed him, ignoring the dog-breath and pointy teeth. He let Hans push his long, long tongue into his Master's mouth, to wrestle with Paul's own tongue. He let out another sigh, as the pressure finally eased from inside him, as Hans' nuts emptied themselves inside him at last. They laid curled about each other's bodies, to wait for the tie to let go.
To Be Continued.............
Just to remind everyone, the first part is by an artist who's name I can't remember, but who has my eternal thanks for giving me my first inspiration to actually sit down and write something and get it posted. All typos, grammar and syntax errors, and other literary shortcomings are my own.
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