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Cooking With Fire

(Seven Piece Place Setting)

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Robert had never been a big fan of three day weekends; back in high school it meant that he spent more time at home with his family and, considering his father's domineering ways and intolerance toward just about everyone, that was not a good thing. Since moving out and starting college he started to look at holiday weekends differently and part way into his second year in the culinary program at Western he found himself looking forward to having the weekend plus the following Monday free.

Although Don's schedule didn't usually change much since graduating, Robert was happy to hear that his fiancé was going to have that Monday off as well, so the Human was doubly excited. That morning he woke early to prepare breakfast for everyone; both Craig and Phil had already started their extended weekend since neither Dog normally had classes on Friday anyway, which meant that Robert was the only one heading out of the house.

He had a positive mindset for the duration of his classes, aced an applied test in his kitchen lab, and got the opportunity to receive some extra credit by staying after class and serving as an unofficial sous chef for the instructor. He made sure to text Don to let him know he'd be home late and that the night's dinner of a cold marinated vegetable salad was waiting in the fridge and all the household had to do was heat up some chicken to go on top.

The response he got back from his fiancé was that they'd handle things and that the guys elected to play some cards so the Human would be expected to join in when he got back. Robert confirmed that he would and then stowed his phone for the rest of the time in the teaching kitchen. He got back home a little after eight and, despite knowing that his roommates would be playing cards, he was still surprised by what awaited him upon his return.

Walking into a the house's empty living room, Robert heard the sound of discussion coming from the back of the house so he set down his backpack and made his way toward the kitchen, then froze when he came upon the scene of his three room mates playing cards; aside from the silly premise of dogs playing poker, it was readily apparent that they were playing strip poker, and it was a close game. Don's broad muzzle split even wider into a huge grin; facing the entryway, he was the first to see Robert "Welcome home, babe!"

Not quite having the wherewithal to respond, Robert stood just inside the kitchen taking in the scene. Various jackets, shoes, pairs of socks and a shirt had been discarded off to the side. Don, standing and facing the Human, was still relatively dressed; Robert recognized his coat as well as his socks and shoes nearby. The Great Dane then volunteered some already obvious information. "We're playing strip poker. I'm winning."

Craig, who was still seated, folded his paws behind his head as he stretched. "By ONE hand... You're still gonna lose yet, 'Nile."

Phil, sat in his chair silently, ears blazing red in a blush as he folded his arms across his chest awkwardly; being the only Dog present without a shirt, he was quite clearly losing, but only by about as much as Don was beating Craig. The Basenji apparently noticed he was under Robert's scrutiny, squirming in his chair as he hesitantly offered a sheepish smile and a meek "Welcome home, Robert."

Craig glanced over toward Don. "Well? Deal us up?" he then turned his attention onto the Human. "You joining us, Robert? Come join us, Robert."

Not entirely sure about what he'd be getting into, the young man hesitated. "I... think I'll just watch, thanks."

The Boxer looked like he was about to press the issue but Don silenced him with a glance and began dealing the cards. Two hands later the Great Dane had lost his socks while Craig had to take off his shirt. Robert swallowed the rapidly developing discomfort-laced excitement as the football player's toned chest and abdomen was put on display. No sooner was Craig's shirt added to the pile than the Boxer addressed Robert. "You know... audience participation is encouraged... in fact, I don't think having an audience is fair at all..." He licked his muzzle before glancing over at the Great Dane. "Whadda YOU think, Don?"

Don leveled his gaze at Robert, neutral tone heavily laden with suggestion, but no compulsion. "You DID say you'd join us when you got back..."

Robert fidgeted, feeling his cheeks burn. "Yeah... but... I-- I don't really DO poker, and I've never done strip poker."

He heard his fiancé's tail beat rhythmically against the back of his chair and Don began dealing the cards; one went in Robert's direction as the Dog stated "Well, then this is a little closer to fair-- poor Phil and Craig only have their pants left, and I just have shirt and pants... you have everything, and I bet you're wearing underwear too, aren't ya?"

Although none of the Dogs generally did they were well aware that Robert, like most Humans did. "Yeah, but--"

Don held up a paw. "They can each lose one hand before being out... I can lose two. You have... what... six?"

Robert mentally catalogued his clothes. "Eight... unless you count shoes and socks as two instead of four."

Craig grinned at him. "Oh... they're counted as two, Robert... you don't get THAT much of a handicap."

The Human wanted to argue the point and probably further restate that he wasn't interested in playing, but, next to him, Phil reached out and brushed the back of his paw across Robert's forearm. "We can team up... I need all the help I can get."

Unable to resist the request for aid, Robert's fate was sealed. It didn't help that Phil was out one hand later, leaving the Human on his own. Don, as he was quick to learn, was quite the card shark. Over the course of the next twenty minutes, Robert was down to just his underwear while Don had not lost anything more than his shirt in that time; Craig was out one hand previous, leaving just the two of them.

Letting out a deep sigh, Robert looked at the deck sitting between the two of them, and slowly reached out to deal since it was his turn. "Well... no matter what, I guess this is the last hand... right?"

Phil and Craig remained at the table watching with interest (Craig's 'interest' was actually peeking up from beneath the table since his chair was pushed back slightly) . The Boxer leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table and tenting the fingers on his paws together so he could rest his muzzle atop them. "A last round... unless you wanna make things interesting, you mean?"

Robert really didn't like the predatory expression on the football player's muzzle. "Uh... interesting?"

The Boxer glanced toward the Great Dane, whose ears rose at the look. Don cleared his throat. "You mean the Ultimate Bet?"

Phil almost fell out of his chair, catching himself at the last minute. "Holy heck... are you SERIOUS, Craig?"

Robert knew he was going to regret asking. "What's 'the Ultimate Bet'?"

Craig practically crooned out the answer. "You get an extra chance to win, but if you get' nekkid' and lose again then the winner gets you for the weekend."

Don maintained an even tone to the follow up words, but the soft growl that accompanied the words was beyond seductive; it was hungry. "And it's a three day weekend."

The vibration of his fiancé's rumbling bass words could not be denied. Robert nodded. "Okay... game on."

Two hands later Robert had lost, but he couldn't help but feel that that he won. The transition from the dinner table to the living room's sofa was a whirlwind of activity, mostly consisting of Robert getting picked up bodily by Don and carried the distance, Craig and Phil following along immediately thereafter; since the Human was facing backwards over the Great Dane's shoulder it was impossible to miss the erect dog flesh bouncing between their legs. It had been awhile since all three of them had done anything together, but Robert wasn't shying away from what he knew was to come.

Despite the rough transportation, Don was very careful as he laid Robert onto the top of the sofa, splayed across it on his abdomen. Without missing a beat Craig moved around to the reverse side, resting a paw on the back of the Human's head while the other tucked beneath his chin, raising his face up to gaze at the Boxer's lengthy shaft; it was pulsing with excitement, and an errant spray of precum struck his cheek. Rather than apologize, Craig said "Fuck... it's been waaaaay too long..." but he was attentive enough to inquire "You good, Robert?"

Held in place by Craig, gravity, and Don's large paws on his ass, the Human didn't bother answering verbally. Having long since lost his inhibitions when it came to his enjoyment of physical intimacy, Robert reached forward and took hold of Craig's hips, pulling the Boxer closer until the Dog's length was within easy access and, a moment later, he took it into his mouth, swirling his tongue along the underside in anticipation of his housemate's reaction. He wasn't disappointed "Hooooooooooooly shit... mm... that's good..."

The paw on the back of his head began kneading through Robert's hair and the Boxer's hips stated to thrust slowly in time with the Human's work. Mindful that he wasn't alone with just Craig, Robert spread his legs wider the moment he felt one of Don's paws leave his rump and, a few seconds later, he felt the tell-tale icy kiss of lube slathering his opening. It had been several days since he and Don had last been intimate in such a way and he knew that it'd be slow going at first, and probably no small amount of discomfort, but the thought excited him and he began to pick up speed on Craig, reaching forward to encircle the Dog's knot with his fingers.

The Boxer's earlier statement was as much foreshadowing as Robert realized he'd get as Craig already reached his peak and whimpered desperately "Shit-- here it comes!"

Robert was ready to take everything the Dog had to give him, and he did, but, half-way through the Boxer's length orgasm, the Human simultaneously tried to suck in breath while swallowing as Don slipped into him from behind, burying half of his thick length in one go. The result was Robert coughing, a combination of saliva and semen squirting out of his muzzle and coating the canine flesh still in his lips. Craig pulled back, giving the young man a moment. Coughing again, Robert looked up, cheeks reddening in embarrassment. "Uh... sorry."

Smirking, the Boxer licked his muzzle. "No worries, little man... you look sexy with cum dribbling off your lips... anyway, you're more than welcome to make it up to me."

Gripping his still hard flesh by the base behind the knot, Craig drew nearer, tapping the Human's lips with the pointed tip of his member. Needing no further direction, Robert began meticulously cleaning it, feeling the texture of the veiny shaft with each swipe of his tongue. Off to the side he heard Phil whimper. "Hey... some of us are still waiting for a turn... if you hog him any longer I'm libel to pop as quick as you did, Craig."

Although the football player did relent, Robert could tell that it waited an extra few seconds just so he wouldn't give the Basenji the satisfaction of an immediate response. Pulling away, Craig leaned down and nuzzled the Human's cheek. "Good job, Robert. You're definitely a keeper."

Although Robert had given head to Don on a number of occasions and had just completed the second time of oral sex with Craig, he'd never done anything of the sort with Phil. As the short, pudgy Basenji approached, member dripping excitedly, the Dog spoke almost timidly "Just... let me know if I do anything wrong..."

The trepedation in the off-tone, hesitant remark made Robert smile and the Human reached out a hand to rest against Phil's hip comfortingly, guiding the Dog into place before Robert took his eager shaft into his mouth. The Basenji's entire body went rigid the moment his pointed tip slipped past the Human's lips and a soft, needy whine escaped him; Robert smiled around the fat flesh and took it in further.

Each of the three Dogs, he realized, had a distinct flavor to them, and he meant that was far more than just their personality. Don was a salty headiness with musk, tinged with something almost reminiscent of his grandfather's pipe tobacco. Craig, on the other hand, was far more acidic in flavor and a robust punch of locker room. Phil, however, was much milder, mellow smooth flavor, with an under cut of masculine musk that didn't smack him in the face as much as the other Dogs. They were all wonderful and for different reasons.

Phil's member, despite giving Don a run for his money in the thickness department, was not as long as Don or Craig, which meant that Robert coul take him down to the knot with very little trouble. Maximizing his ability to accommodate all of the Basenji, he focused on using his hands: one to grip the knot, and the other to fondle his broad, heavy sac. Like Craig, Phil didn't last long. His announcement was much more desperate. "I... I'm about-- about to... um... cum."

Robert, unable to speak, acknowledged the statement with a gentle squeeze of the Basenji's knot, and that was all Phil needed. Groaning out his release, the smallest of the three dogs went up to his tip toes, stabilizing himself with a paw on either of the Human's shoulders as he was sucked dry. By the time Phil had come down off of his high, Don was really starting to pick up the pace, leaving Robert to brace himself against his fiancé's powerful ministrations. Phil pulled back to give him space, but not before kneeling down to lick the Human's lips clean; the Basenji's ears reddened slightly at his own actions.

Once Robert was done with his other roommates, Don flipped him over so the small of his back was resting against the top of the sofa's back rest, and the Great Dane knelt down to kiss him. Entirely focused on Don, the Human could tell that he was getting close; a large paw on Robert's member ensured that they came together, and the pain of a knot entering him coupled with the release of his own orgasm took the Human to that treasured place he was beginning to know so well.

Don, legs shaking, held Robert in position as the young man felt torrential amounts of Dog spunk invade him, each spurt from the Great Dane discernible inside his body. Only once Don was spent did the two of them lower to the sofa, at which point they were joined by Craig and Phil. The Great Dane settled down on the middle cushion with Robert in his lap while the other dogs took position on either side of him, all leaning in against the Human. Robert wasn't sure how long they were like that, but he only realized he'd dozed off when he heard a cell phone ringing; it was Don's.

The Great Dane had a custom ringtone for just about every one of his contacts. While Robert didn't know all of them, he did recognize the one for the massage therapist with whom Don worked so he wasn't surprised when his fiancé answered with "Hey Trish... what's up?"

Robert wasn't able to hear the other side of the conversation but Don's response was still casual. "This weekend? Not much... just hanging out with my roommates. Why?"

The young man watched the Great Dane's expression go from casual to concerned to agitated to what sounded like resigned. In the end, Don simply sighed. "Alright... I guess you can put me down for tomorrow and Sunday, but I already have some set-in-stone plans for Monday, so that's a no-can-do."

Without having to be told specifics, Robert already realized what was going on. The moment Don put the phone down the Human asked "So what shift do they need you for?"

Don provided a lengthy answer. "The owner and his wife are going away for the weekend and they need me in full time all weekend-- Trish even offered me time and a half... double if I work on Monday, but I said no to all three."

Rather than object, Robert nodded. "So... I guess that means that the weekend plans are kinda shot then, huh?"

A wide, mischievous smile slowly spread across Don's broad muzzle. "Why would you say that? You lost a bet, Robert. I'll be around all Monday and, in the meantime I see two other Dogs here who can make sure you pay up."

* * * * *

He and the Dogs slept in the living room that night in a combination of on the sofa, on the floor, and atop one another. When Robert awoke in the morning Don had already left. He prepared breakfast for Craig and Phil then sat down at the table to look at the news headlines on his phone until the Dogs awoke.

His roommates were thankful for breakfast and, toward the end of the meal once Phil had finished stuffing his muzzle full of French toast he explained that he got his paws on a beta code for a new MMO and he was going to give it a try since it was only good til midnight. Craig didn't seem to mind in the least. "Cool with me. In that case, Robert's mine today."

There was a certain playfulness to the statement, but also a sense of authority that gave the Human a moment's pause. "...Yours?"

The Boxer stood up, his tail nub wagging as he passed by. "Clean up the kitchen then join me outside. I'm gonna make GOOD use of you, Human."

Robert usually cleaned as he cooked which meant there really wasn't a lot to put away but he bussed the table and was just putting away leftovers when he realized that Phil was still at the table. Glancing over his shoulder as he put plastic wrap across the plate containing the last of the French toast he asked "You okay?"

The Basenji, who had been watching him, just smiled. "I'm great! Guess this means I get you tomorrow, right?"

The usually subdued Dog was all smiles at the statement and Robert found himself smiling too. "yeah... I guess it does."

Phil hopped up, moved over to the Human and licked his cheek, saying something on his way out that was mumbled beyond Robert comprehending; it was hard to tell whether it was just the Basenji talking to himself, or he was so excited that he didn't do a very good job of formulating the words. Either way, Robert's smile remained as he finished clearing the kitchen and made his way out to the back yard.

Although the house was in the city, it was an older corner lot which meant that it had a decent yard. Craig was hanging out near the fence and, as soon as Robert emerged onto the patio, the Boxer barked at him "Catch!"

The Human barely had enough time to raise his hands in defense of himself before a perfectly spiraled football impacted against his forearms. "OW!"

The Dog trotted over to him, a dour expression on his muzzle. "It hurts because you're supposed to CATCH it. I DID say 'catch', not 'cower like a pussy'."

Robert had seen football played often enough; his dad was a fan, but Robert was not. The next too-many-hours were spent learning how to correctly catch and throw a football since, according to Craig, a three day weekend meant too many days without practice. So, for the entirety of the afternoon, Robert was the Boxer's personal training partner. When prep time for dinner rolled around the Human was only too happy to call it a day.

Before he could enter the house, though, Crag grabbed him by the wrist. "Don should be home around dinner time... he said I couldn't do anything with you until he was here... so get cleaned up and make dinner, cuz afterwards we're gonna play a different kinda 'catch'."

The Boxer gave him a tug, pulling him away from the door, and entered before he did, offering a wink as he went past. Robert stood there dumbly. "Uh... okay."

* * * * *

Don did indeed arrive 'around dinner time' and, in fact, got home with a minute to spare, allowing him to set his things by the door, wash his paws, and join everyone at the table. Robert had made Cornish game hens, which meant that he was serving everyone up while everyone's days were discussed; Craig went into great detail, even so far as including Robert's first failed catch of the day.

Don scowled in response. "You're lucky he didn't get seriously hurt."

Craig remained slightly more subdued after that and, Robert noticed, focused on the more positive aspects of their time together, finishing with "And I can tell he actually improved a little. Not a lot, but it's something."

Before his fiancé could speak up, Robert came to his own defense. "Well, to be honest, I'm NOT a football player."

The Boxer grinned, popping a roasted turnip into his muzzle and spoke around it as he chewed. "Well fat's offious-- ow!"

The sound of a foot impacting a shin preceded Craig's exclamation, and Phil, who was sitting next to Craig simply smiled... and then winked at Robert. Don scowled at both of them like an agitated father and, like a pair of cowed pups, both of the other Dogs went back to focusing on their food.

Once everyone had been served up and the silence prevailed for enough time for everyone to calm down, Don glanced over at Craig. "You've behaved today with Robert... right?"

The entirety of the day spending football had already been presented and, if the Human thought it was any indication, Craig had 'mostly' behaved, but to the Boxer the question must have meant something different. Sitting up a little straighter, he replied "Yeah. Like I said, food, then football... that's all. You said 'no funny business' til you get home."

That statement was something Robert HADN'T heard up until that point. "No funny business?"

Don glanced his way, reaching out to rest a paw on the Human's hand. "Right. He doesn't get to touch you until I'm around to make sure he doesn't abuse the privilege."

Robert was still uncertain about what he was hearing. "Privilege?"

Craig nodded vigorously, swallowing the forkful of chicken he'd taken before speaking. "Right. Seeing as you're his future husband, nobody gets to lay a paw on you til he's around."

The Human hadn't expected to be playing football for half a day and he was rather surprised that Craig hadn't tried anything 'that way', especially considering how lecherous the Dogs made their 'ownership' of him sound the prior night. That new piece of information really put everything into place. "Oh... got it."

The rest of dinner was eaten in almost complete silence. A thousand thoughts ran through Robert's head by that point and, as everyone finished off their meals Don glanced to Craig. "I'm heading upstairs. Your room."

There was an insinuating tone in the statement and it left the room with an almost tangible charge of expectant energy. Craig's ears rose, and then fell, and a goofy smile creased his muzzle. Glancing to Robert, the Dog announced "When you're done cleaning come on up to my room."

Phil, who had started on seconds, simply remained at the table as Robert cleaned up around him. A few minutes passed before the Basenji finished and he brought his plate over to the sink. "Hey, Robert?"

The Human stopped what he was doing so he could face the Dog directly to make it easier for Phil to read his lips. "Yeah, Phil? What's up?"

The Basenji handed him his dinner plate. "Tomorrow we get to spend time together... Do you prefer videogames or anime?"

Truth be told, Robert had never really had much time or inclination for either; his father certainly hadn't approved of them. "Um... I'm not sure. Maybe you could show me both?"

Phil was immediately all wags. "Sounds good! I'm gonna go spend some time on the 'puter. Have fun!"

The parting statement felt more-than-a-little awkward, especially since the Human was fairly sure what awaited him upstairs. Moreover, when the Basenji followed up the farewell with a lick on his cheek, Robert remained thoroughly flustered as he made his way up the stairs. Stopping at the closed door at the end of the hall, the young man reached up and tapped his knuckles against it a few times. "Craig?"

The Boxer's impatient tone called out from within. "About damn time. Well? Get in here already!"

Complying, Robert stepped in and quietly closed the door before turning back to look around. The room itself was of average size, a little smaller than the master bedroom. A few sports posters graced the walls and it was largely undecorated otherwise. He'd been in Craig's room on occasion, but something about the situation felt entirely different-- it probably had something to do with the two naked Dogs waiting for him.

Don was seated at Craig's desk in a chair which was barely large enough to contain him. The Great Dane's clothes were folded neatly on the desk next to him and one of his large arms was draped across the stack casually, the other was casually laid down against his thigh, forearm curled back so his paw could casually cup and scratch his massive scrotum. In as authoritative tone as Robert had ever recalled hear from the Dog, Don spoke, motioning with his muzzle "It's his night, remember?"

Following the gesture, Robert looked to the bed. Just like the center of the room being taken up by the queen sized bed, the mattress was taken up with a sprawled out Boxer. Craig was laying on his stomach, arms crossed around a pillow with his head resting atop them. His chiseled, athletic body was spread out in full view with his defined muscles rolling just beneath his fur as he glanced back over his shoulders. "Kinda hard to gimme a massage from all the way over there, isn't it?"

Something about the question sounded as much like a demand as anything else and Robert approached. "I'm... uh... not exactly skilled at massages, you know... that's more Don's area of experti--"

"I know he's been teaching you some stuff... I wanna see what you can do." Craig returned his muzzle to facing forward, cracking his toes merely by clenching them. "Besides... Don's Don, and you're you... so get to it."

Climbing up onto the bed, Robert looked at the sculpted, furry canvas splayed out before him. The Boxer was definitely built like an athlete. Like Don, Craig's muscle had definition and he was without a doubt in amazing shape but, unlike Robert's fiancé, the Boxer's frame was much lighter and wiry; Don was a tank while Craig was a sports car. He could almost hear the Boxer's confident tone inviting him to go for a ride. In the end, that was what the invitation for the massage was all about.

Craig was hardly subtle, and about ten minutes into Robert fumbling his way through the massage the Boxer had turned over, revealing the rest of his naked body, and a good eight inches of excited flesh sticking out of his sheath, demanding attention. His temporary 'owner' wasted absolutely no time. "Well? It's not gonna suck itself, Rob."

The Human paused for a moment, turning to glance toward his fiancé. The Great Dane was slumped out in the chair, legs splayed so he could support himself on his ankles, one paw still on his testicles while the other made slow, lazy circles around his sheath, which had already begin to fill out. The young man was certain he could see a glimmer of precum lingering at the opening to Don's sheath, but the Great Dane reminded him "Focus on your job, Robert. It's his night, remember?"

There was no real lead in or set up to the act; it was a direct demand, and, by that point, Robert was familiar enough with the process that he didn't require much direction. Craig offered it regardless, placing a paw on the back of the Human's head and pulling the young man's face down between his furred thighs. In Don's absence, Craig's dominant side came out, and it was in full force.

Less than a minute later, Robert's cheeks were flushing bright red as the Boxer let loose with the dirty talk, grunting and chuckling as he kept hold of the back of the Human's head, forcing him down to a vigorous deep throating, occasionally even thrusting up into Robert's mouth. "Oh, fuck yeah... you're an eager little slut, are ya?"

The young man had been the subject to verbal abuse for years, and he knew he should have felt insulted and demeaned, but his experience with it helped him realize readily that what Craig was almost playful. Even if it wasn't, the faint shivers and occasional half-breaths from the Dog spurred him on, encouraging him to give the Boxer exactly what he liked. It was going so well in fact that he was surprised when Craig suddenly pulled him away, shoving him back with enough force that he sprawled out onto the bed.

The power with which he was tossed back caught him by surprise. "I-is... what's wrong?"

Craig snickered, reaching for his night stand. "Wrong? That eager little mouth of yours was about to finish me off too quick, that's what's wrong."

"..too... quick?"

The words had hardly left his mouth before he saw what the Boxer had retrieved from the night stand: hanging from his thumb was a blue nylon collar, and his fingers were wrapped around a small tube of lubricant. Craig made an announcement as if he were declaring the victor of a sports game. "You're gonna put my collar on me, and then I'm gonna breed your slut ass."

Pausing at that, Robert was surprised as the demeaning statement almost felt like a punch to the gut; it was not Craig's usual approach. Glancing to Don, he was surprised when the Great Dane just motioned back toward the Boxer with his muzzle, both paws far too busy caressing himself and stroking the first few inches of bright red, furless flesh overflowing from his sheath. His statement was made in a deep, heady tone. "You heard the Dog..."

Looking back to Craig, Robert stared at the dripping, pulsing length of Dog flesh flagging in the air; he was too off-balance in the exchange to offer up any real objection. His brain, in fact, stopped working altogether until Craig placed a paw on his chest, clenching his fingers until he had a firm grip of the Human's shirt. "So.. this shirt... wazit less than forty bucks?"

The sudden shift of focus pushed Robert further off balance mentally. "Uh... twenty... I think? Why?"

He got his answer when the Boxer grinned. "Worth it."

A moment later the Dog had forcefully torn it open with one tug and then, using both paws, pulled it apart in either direction, rending it asunder, and right off of the Human. Craig was a little gentler with Robert's pants and before the young man could pause to consider his own nudity the collar was tossed into his lap. Glancing over at Don, Robert noticed that the Great Dane didn't seem to mind the action in front of him in the least, pausing in his self-pleasure only long enough to pull a shirt button off of his snout, where it had landed after having being launched in his direction.

The Human took the collar into his hands and looked at Craig, who was inching closer, walking on his knees toward him on the mattress. The Human held it up. "You... want me to put this on you?"

The Boxer only nodded, squirting out a liberal volume of lube into his palm. "Yep."

Moving to comply, the young man reached up and wrapped his arms around Craig's neck, encircling it until his hands met and drew the two opposite ends of the collar together. The plastic clasps came together easily and with a little pressure snapped closed. Focusing on doing the Boxer's bidding, Robert was attentive to the collar but not what Craig himself was doing; a moment later he gasped as a paw pad, slathered in lube, slipped effortlessly into him. He found himself looking up at a snide grin on the Dog's muzzle. "Wow... Don really got you stretched doesn't he?"

It was a very pointed question, and one that made Robert a little uncomfortable, but not quite as much as the fact that Craig was already working a second finger into him. "He... doesn't usually use that much lube..."

From the side, Don rumbled "It took some doing."

The boxer huffed out a chuckle, and tossed Robert down onto the mattress, back first. "Well, I'm probably not as gentle as Don, and, besides, I don't wanna get friction burn on my cock, so I'll use as much as I wanna."

Craig, as it turned out, had hit the limit of his plans for foreplay, pouncing on the Human. Fortunately, he supported most of his weight with his paws and knees, sliding his hips up between Robert's thighs. The first thrust was a miss, poking the young man on the thigh; the second hit his scrotum between his testicles, but with a quick adjustment on angle and the aid of a paw, the Boxer hit his target the third time, slamming home hard with a grunt and eliciting a gasp from Robert. "Ow!"

Don growled from the side "God help you if you hurt him, Craig..."

It was more out of surprise and reflex and not so much that it hurt (though it did), but the Human was honestly astounded at how smoothly the Boxer had entered him. "I-I'm fine... I just... it was... unexpected."

He did have to remind himself that Craig was nowhere near as thick as Don but, at the same time, he was energetic... and aggressive. Settling down onto Robert and pinning him against the mattress, the Dog pressed the end of his muzzle against the Human's ear. The words came out as a combination between a whisper and a growl. "Tell me if get too rough... I'm not gonna stop, but I might let up a little bit..."

Craig did, in fact, hold true to his word. After barely thirty seconds of a furious, nigh bestial pounding, Robert was ready to tap out. Fingers gripping the linens tightly, his toes dug into the mattress as he winced. "That's... really hard... Craig-- ow!"

Don growled again. "Craig..."

The Boxer halted immediately, positioning his knee so he could keep his hips in place as he pulled his head back. "Am I hurting ya?"

Robert winced again, feeling a little ashamed. "A... a little."

Maintaining an even gaze, Craig looked at him, one ear rotating slightly. "You want me to stop?"

Gazing up at the hungry brown eyes staring down at him made the Human's heart flutter for a moment and he finally realized exactly where he was and exactly what he was doing. His glance moved to his fiancé, who was beginning to work his fully emerged shaft in earnest, obviously liking what he was seeing. Don, despite being a massive Dog, was always careful; Craig was the opposite.

The Great Dane always knew just how far the Human could go and carefully towed the line; the Boxer seemed to be skilled at inching over it. He wanted to know if Robert wanted him to stop. It would be a perfectly reasonable escape if the young man wanted him to go easy. The Human surprised himself by answering "N-no..."

Craig's muzzle parted in a pleased grin, tongue lolling out the end of it. "Great... then shut the fuck up and take it like a good little slut."

Robert cried out twice more before their time was done: once when the Boxer crammed his knot in, grinding against the Human's rump until it forced its way through, and the second time when the Dog's vigorous pounding continued, and forced the young man over the edge. He came hard, and several full seconds before the Dog. Even as Robert quivered in the iron-like grasp of Craig, the Boxer lowered his muzzle again to his ear, growling "That's what I wanna see... you just came all over yourself like a good little bitch... didn't even have to touch ya..."

Almost as if brought to climax by his own statement, Craig pushed his cold went nose against the edge of Robert's neck, a hot blast of breath warming his skin in stark contrast. "Fuck... gonna breed you good... Rob..."

A moment later, the Boxer growled, and even barked, hips jackhammering against the Human as his knot wriggled within the young man's depths, heralding the approaching release, and it was a tsunami. Jet after jet of hot Dog seed flooded into him, enough that Robert felt his insides start to cramp up well before Craig was finished. Even as the Boxer's labored breathing began to calm, and his muzzle had parted to gently lick at Robert's neck, the Human felt more and more of the fluid leak out of the productive Dog.

Craig collapsed atop him, pinning him more fully to the bed, and Robert simply lay on his back, just enough room between them for him to be able to breathe. A moment later the room's light was dimmed as large, Great Dane shaped shadow was cast over him. Don leaned down and stuck his muzzle against Robert's face, tongue invading his mouth just as forcefully as Craig's shaft had done to his ass. It wasn't a long kiss, and, a moment later, Robert realized why.

Pulling back, Don stood up to his full height, paw moving furiously across his shaft, other moving to grip his knot with purpose. The Great Dane let loose a howl even as spurt after spurt of dog semen rained down onto Robert. Arms pinned, the young man could only close his eyes against the copious amounts of seed that spattered onto his face, literally drenching him in his fiancé's ejaculate. Shuddering, Robert came to the realization that he didn't mind, and was all too happy to suck Don's member clean when he was done.

At that point, Don joined them on the bed, pulling both of them against him. Craig remained tied for almost a half hour; the Boxer mentioned something about a subconscious desire for his body to stay connected to a breeable bitch but, once he finally slipped free the domineering dirty talk came to an end. The Boxer was back to his happy-go-lucky jovial self whose only harsh words were spoken with a laugh and a wagging tail stump. He then winked with another laugh "Which means it's gonna do double for Don when he gets you all to himself next."

Once they were separated, Don insisted they all share a shower and, despite it being nowhere as intimate as what Robert might have shared with just Don it was still a pleasant, friendly experience. Craig finished their time together that night by touching his nose to the Human's. "That was damn fun, Robert... I'm glad you didn't mind humoring me..." followed the statement up with a wink. "...not that you had much choice, right?"

When the Human had first moved into the house he would have been drastically overwhelmed at not just the statement, but the entire situation. However, after living with a rowdy group of Dogs for more than a year he was more than capable of offering not just a reply, but one he thought was reasonably witty and, hopefully, endearing. "Well... now that I know what I'm missing, whose to say what might happen in the future?"

He left with a smirk, pleased that, for once, Craig was too dumb-struck to speak. Don led the Human back to their room, chuckling at the events. He concluded with a simple statement of "Bravo."

* * * * *

The follow morning Robert awakened just in time to watch Don slip a shirt on. The Great Dane turned toward him, smiling with his tail languidly swaying back and forth upon noticing he wasn't sleeping. "The office is only open 'til 3 today so I should be back a little earlier than yesterday."

Yawning, the Human stretched. "Back where I used to live most places were closed on Sundays, so I guess closing early is a middle-ground."

It was strange for Robert to think about his previous life back with his family; it didn't take long for him to stop calling it 'back home', but there was a part of him that equated it to his origins. Truth be told, living with Don as their roommates felt far more like home than what he'd had with his family. Heedless of the many thoughts running through the Human's head, the Great Dane leaned down and touched noses. "You're all Phil's today and he already knows the two of you don't get to mess around 'til I get home."

The young man smiled as he thought about the Basenji. "I don't think you have anything to worry about... he doesn't come across as much of an instigator and you know I'm perfectly happy to wait for my good boy."

Despite how condescending the pet name could been taken it resulted in a much faster wagging of Don's tail. The Dog reached forward and ruffled Robert's hair. "Well, he's not really a Burb Dog like me or Craig but he really DOES like you... assuming you haven't figured that out yet yourself."

The Great Dane offered a wink and Robert hopped out of bed so he could give his fiancé a hug; the Dog returned it with verve. Kissing Don's chest, the Human withdrew. "Okay... I'm gonna go make breakfast for the guys, but first I think I need another shower."

Chuckling, Don gave his head a sniff. "Well, you DO still smell a little like Craig so I guess that'd be a nice gesture to Phil."

Robert paused and moved an arm in front of his own face to give it a sniff. "I do?"

The Great Dane rolled his eyes. "Go shower, silly Human."

The young man smiled, gently brushing his fiancé's furry forearm before heading off toward the bathroom. "Okay... see you tonight... 'silly Dog'."

It wasn't a lot of time they got to share but, Robert reminded himself, they'd have all of Monday. Showering quickly, the Human made sure to do an extra wash through his hair before hopping out, drying off, and getting dressed. In all, scarcely ten minutes had passed since Don left, which was good thing because Robert had stuffed French toast on the mind. He managed to get everything together and was just finishing up the first batch as Craig wandered in, still dressed in his bed clothes: a pair of baggy sweats and nothing else.

Acknowledging the Dog with a nod, the Human went back to cooking only to have the Boxer step up behind him, wrapping his furry arms around Robert's midsection and snuffling his ear. His hips gyrated slowly and purposefully, allowing the young man to feel a hardened lump against the small of his back. "Mmm... heya there, Rob... you gonna give me a nice little treat this morning?"

Smiling despite himself, the Human pulled himself of the loose grip. "I'm making French toast using some brioche buns... now go sit down."

Craig responded by stepping back, but one of his paws drifted down to give his butt a tweak. "Mmm... I do love me some slathered buns..."

Phil's voice spoke up from the entryway to the kitchen before Rob himself could object. "Don'll kick your ass if he finds out you're messing with Robert, you know."

Although Robert's attention returned to the pan he could practically hear Craig's eye roll in his tone. "Yeah yeah yeah... paws off him unless Don is around. I DO know. Thanks, mom."

The Basenji moved to join the Human at the stove. "Morning, Robert. I'm excited to get to spend the day with you."

With Phil's attention on Robert, Craig's statement would have gone unnoticed by the smaller, pudgy Dog; the Boxer certainly realized it, thus Robert presumed it was for his own benefit. "You're more excited about what'll happen when Don gets home you little horn ball."

Obviously oblivious to the Boxer's statement, Phil leaned forward and bumped his nose against Robert's cheek in a canine 'kiss'. "I was thinking maybe we could start with some anime, then do some gaming, and finish up with whichever you liked more."

Smiling, Robert turned and placed a plate with three slabs of French toast on it in the Basenji's paws. "Alright. Sounds like fun."

Truth be told, Robert had no idea what to expect when it came to cartoons OR videogames but he was sure that whatever they ended up doing that Phil would try to make it as enjoyable as possible. When it came to being a people-pleaser, the Basenji was at the head of the pack. The young man's thoughts were disrupted by a call from Craig. "Serving up, huh? Gimme as many as Phil-- I'm hungry!"

Heading to the table with two more plates Robert placed one with three pieces in front of Craig. "That's how many I got for you anyway. I'm only taking two."

Breakfast ended up being a long session of Craig talking about a little of everything, but occasionally inserting comments regarding their prior night together. Each occurrence ended up getting a blush from the Human and, he noticed, an attentive stare from Phil, as if the Basenji were hanging off of ever dirty word... and there were many.

Eventually, once all the food was eaten and all of the locker room talk had concluded Craig let out a content sigh, pushing his chair away from the table, and patted his stomach. "Alright... guess that's it for me-- I gotta go run some errands today. You two have fun!"

The final statement was offered in conjunction with a wink and then, like the force of nature he was, Craig swept out of the kitchen, leaving Robert alone with a blushing Basenji. Phil, at length, eventually spoke up, ears wilting as he offered "So... um... anime?"

Robert chuckled, reaching out to give the Dog a comforting pat on the arm. "Sounds good. Living room, or your room?"

The Basenji's tail froze mid-wag and his ears reddened beneath their fur so powerfully that it was obvious with just a glance. Phil tried several times to formulate an intelligible word, made doubly difficult by his lack of being able to hear himself. After several false starts and quizzical glances from the Human, the Dog eventually took a deep breath and stated "My sound system is better than the one down here."

That was the answer he provided: round-about, but informative. Standing, Phil offered a paw out. The gesture made Robert smile and without hesitation he put his hand into it; the Basenji let out a little high-pitched squeal when he exhaled, most likely without knowing it. Robert's smile widened and he happily followed his 'host' up the stairs.

Phil's room, as usual, was a messy affair, but it appeared to have gone through a minor renovation which left a clear path through the jumble of dirty clothes on the floor, allowing them to get to the bed without stepping on anything. The Basenji's bed was a double, and it didn't have a bedframe, resting atop a box spring which was placed right on the floor; it made sitting down onto it rather easy and positioned it at a comfortable height while facing the television which, Robert noticed, WAS far nicer than the one downstairs.

Looking at what was probably a very expensive sound system, the Human was tripped up for a second, recalling what Phil had said about going to his room. "Why would you have a--" he froze and the Basenji grinned at him; Robert remembered something that Phil had said before. "You like the vibrations... right?"

The Dog's tail began beating out a tempo on the mattress and he nodded vigorously, scooting closer to Robert as he turned the TV on with a remote. They continued to sit next to one another through an episode of an anime that had a very Japanese name, and then an episode of one that sounded German. They had a short pause after that as Phil quizzed him on his thoughts; Robert honestly didn't have many, aside from the fact that both seemed very adult compared to what he expected out of cartoons.

Phil patiently explained that anime was not the same as a cartoon and, just as the Basenji looked as though he was going to expand into a lengthy scholastic discussion, he paused, shrugged, and laughed. "You know... it's not that big a deal. Here-- I'll put on another and you'll see what I mean."

Robert did and didn't quite understand the difference but he enjoyed the third more than either of the prior two and said as much. The Basenji seemed incredibly happy that they found one the Human liked, at which point they took a break and played some videogames, which were just as new to the young man as the anime. Phil insisted on cooperative play, claiming that he'd 'destroy' Robert at any competitive ones and that wouldn't be any fun.

The games were fun enough as a distraction but Robert didn't really feel like he felt they had the kind of appeal that Phil indicated thus, once they paused for a break and the Basenji gave him a choice between activities, the Human elected to return to the anime, which they did for the remainder of the afternoon. Robert honestly began to enjoy himself, not just because the entertainment was simple and relaxing, but because the company was good too. By midafternoon, in fact, he and Phil were cuddled together on the sofa; despite Phil's earlier awkwardness it felt 'right'.

That sense of hesitance continued to surprise Robert. Phil, in the year he'd known him had always come across as happy-go-lucky, outgoing, and friendly almost to a fault. The Basenji had caused the Human to blush hundreds of times, most often purely by accident and yet, ever since the card game Phil had seemed to withdraw, pulling back into an almost meek version of himself... but only with regard to Robert. He had meant to inquire about that but, instead, an entirely different question came out. "So... why were some of the anime in English and some in Japanese?"

Phil slapped his forehead with his paw, cracked up right away and very nearly falling off the bed. It took the Basenji a few moments to collect himself and catch his breath... at which point he turned to regard Robert, and the laughing started up all over. Once the second fit came to an end, between chuckles, the Dog announced "Because I'm stupid."

It wasn't a very informative answer. "Huh? What do you mean, Phil?"

The Basenji then had to explain that, since the anime were produced in Japan, the standard language was Japanese. The Dog then pointed out that the subtitles in either case were in English, which meant they could both read along, but the Dog, being able to hear, never bothered with the actual dialogue. Some of the versions he bought were distributed in the US with the lines dubbed for the American audience while other versions kept the native Japanese and required a change in the menu for English dialogue. "So..." he concluded, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly, "...like I said: the Japanese audio is because I was stupid and didn't think about it."

Robert laughed at that, reaching over to pat Phil on the head. "Well I don't think you're stupid, Phil."

Movement from the hallway heralded a new arrival and Robert looked to the door just in time to see Don peek his head in. Muzzle facing them, the Great Dane blinked, ears up. "Why would anyone think Phil's stupid? He's one of the smartest Dogs in the house."

Phil, who was already facing the door noticed the new addition and stood up immediately, practically barking a "Welcome home, Don!"

The announcement was, in fact, a shout, and it made Robert wince; Don likewise lowered his ears. A moment later the Basenji realized what the response was about and he mumbled an apology. Rather than acknowledge it, the Great Dane merely stepped into the room and pushed the door closed with his foot. "We have a few hours to go til dinner... you want to spend the time apologizing, or would you rather do what we talked about before?"

Robert had a very clear understanding of what to expect so the vagueness of his fiancé's statement came across as odd. "What you talked about before? What did you two 'talk about before' exactly?"

Don went to take a seat at Phil's desk or, rather, on the Basenji's desk since the chair was too small. He began unbuttoning his shirt, casually stating "Phil's interested in asking out someone in his theater arts class, but he isn't really sure how to interact with a Human in a romantic setting so he asked if he could practice on you."

The young man looked to the pudgy Dog. "What exactly is 'practice' supposed to be?"

Phil's tail began to beat out a slow tempo on the bed as he reached over and rested a paw on Robert's thigh. "Well... I've not really dated a lot of Humans and you're the one I know the best, and we've messed around a little--"

Don stood up to unzip his jeans. "Nothing much, Robert... Phil' gonna knot you."

The Basenji continued talking, unaware that the Great Dane had said anything. "So, since I have you for today I checked with Don to see if I could get a little experience being in an 'intimate moment' with you."

For Phil's benefit Robert reiterated Don's statement. "You want to try knotting me."

Ears reddening, the Dog nevertheless smiled. "Well.. yeah... but that's not all... I mean, I really want to get some practice with other stuff too."

Don, taking a seat back on the desk, smirked as he said "He wants to do the whole lead-up... I told him that I'd be okay with him doing some of the cuddly romance-y stuff, just so long as he calls you by the name of the guy he's interested in."

Phil apparently caught Don speaking out of the corner of his eye and turned to regard the Great Dane. "What?"

The big Dog smirked, gesturing back to Robert. "I told him the plan, and that you weren't going to call him by his own name."

The Basenji blanched at that slightly, turning his eyes back to the Human. "Are... you okay with that, Robert? I mean, if you aren't then, I guess we--"

Don stated "He's fine with it. He's ours for the weekend, remember?"

While the statement did come across as rather authoritative and insistent, Robert did see the tip of the Great Dane's tail wagging; the Human had no doubt that the whole thing would end the moment he confessed any discomfort but, even as he began examining what was being proposed, he couldn't help but be intrigued-- intrigued and excited. Returning his attention to Phil, Robert reached out and gently laid a hand on the Basenji's leg. "What's his name?"

Although the young man's ears were nowhere near as good as a Dog's he was almost certain he could hear Phil's heart skip a beat. Almost bouncing in place, the Basenji responded "Oh! Liam. His name's Liam... but he lets his friends call him Lee."

Robert felt his cheeks redden in a blush as he removed his hand from the Dog's leg. "Then... what would you want to do with Lee?"

Phil swallowed audibly, reaching out to lay a paw on the Human's knee. "Well... I mean... he likes video games too, so we'd probably play some of the arcade machines they have at the commons in Western... then maybe go over to his place or come back here for some anime. I mean... that's kinda what WE did today, right?"

The young man smiled and, before he could say anything, Don interjected, tossing a sock he'd taken off at the Basenji. Phil looked at him, at which point the Great Dane noted "Past that part. Robert's going to get dinner ready soon, so fast forward a little."

The statement seemed to catch the smaller Dog off guard. "Well... I mean, we might kiss, I guess... and..." he licked his lips, "That might be something good to practice..."

Robert, despite a slight hesitation, smiled. He had kissed Don, and enjoyed kissing Don, but he hadn't considered doing so with any Dog aside from his fiancé. Glancing past Phil to the Great Dane, he saw that Don simply nodded. The Human focused on Phil again. "Alright, I guess we could star--"

Before he could finish, the Basenji had already moved in. Despite how slow to start Phil had been, the Dog wasted no time in pressing his muzzle to Robert's lips but, rather than instigating something further, it just lingered there. Unsure of what the Basenji had planned, the Human refrained from instigating, but that didn't stop Phil. Inching a little closer, the Dog raised an arm and Robert felt the gentle touch of a paw against the back of his neck, soft paw pads tenderly stroking the bare flesh above his shirt collar; the experience sent a shiver through him. Before he knew it, he was kissing Phil back.

Releasing a soft huff of warm breath through his nose, the Basenji apparently took that as an indication to continue and his other paw rose to caress Robert's chest through his shirt, distracting him enough that he was caught completely by surprise when his lips were tickled by the exploratory lick from Phil's tongue. It didn't push forward or even hint at attempting to break through, rather, it flickered in place, not unlike a feral dog drinking from a bowl. It was an intimate exchange and, only once the paw at the back of Robert's neck pressed more firmly did the Human realize that Phil was ready to go further.

His lips parted and, the moment they gave way the Basenji's tongue delved into his mouth. Rather than overpowering him in the way Don usually did, Phil explored him, not methodically, per se, but with obvious intent. The Dog let out another hot breath, a soft, mrr-like sound escaping him as he pressed forward, easing Robert down until the Human was on his back and then, slowly the pudgy Basenji raised a leg and crawled up onto him, straddling the young man as he deepend the kiss.

Robert wasn't quite sure whether he started to undress himself or Phil began first, but, before he knew it, he was completely naked, and exposed to anything and everything the Basenji wanted from him; only at that point did Phil break the kiss, speaking with surprising clarity despite his impediment "Oh, Lee... I want you so much..."

It took a second for the name to make it through the haze of euphoria before Robert remembered that he was a stand-in for the object of Phil's desire and, in that moment, he felt the faintest twinge of jealousy. Off to the side, Don, who was quite obviously enjoying the show, played with his heavy sheath as he stated with a smirk "Well? It's your line, Robert."

Not really all that great when put on the spot, the Human improvised. "Then... you're welcome to have me."

Phil didn't slow in the least as he disengaged, but only so he could begin licking and nibbling his way down Robert's body. Feet landing on the floor, the Basenji removed his paws from the Human's skin and began undressing himself in a kneeling position, but his muzzle remained plenty busy, nuzzling, snuffling and nudging the young man's privates. Just as Robert was convinced he was being teased, the Dog relented, opening his paw and engulfing the Human's member in one go. A moment later, Phil's tongue began working him in earnest in time with a vigorous head-bobbing from the Basenji.

Robert gripped the bedding tighter, toes curling at the sudden and insistent stimulation on his already firm erection. The Human didn't know whether Phil was a quick study or naturally talented, but, before long, he realized he wasn't going to last. One of the Basenji's paws moved up to brush across his abdomen, then slide further up to settle onto his chest and a particular swipe of the Dog's tongue across his sensitive glans brought Robert to the edge. Phil suddenly stopped.

The Human squirmed in surprise. "What did--?"

Phil looked up with a grin. "Were you close? I felt your heart beat suddenly increase."

Robert just nodded, adding "Yeah."

The Basenji smiled. "Well hold on just a little longer... I don't want you to finish yet."

Reaching under the bed, Phil's paw came back with a small tube of lube and, as the Basenji stood up, Robert could see a long strand of precum stretching between a rock hard Dog cock and what was probably the carpet beneath the bed. Even as Phil squeezed out a generous amount of the lube his member pulsed, beating in time with his heart, and dribbling constantly; had Robert been more courageous he would have bet that the lube probably wasn't even needed. Still, the way the Basenji's paws shook, the Human paused to ask "You okay, Phil?"

He had to repeat it again once the Dog looked up from the lube and the Basenji's ears reddened. "I... uh.... haven't ever... been.... in anyone before. I really don't want to mess it up, Robe-- er-- Lee."

The Dog was so off-balance by that point that he very nearly slipped up on the name; Robert wasn't bothered in the least but he heard a derisive snort from Don. Setting that concern aside, the Human reached up and pressed a hand against the side of Phil's face; the Basenji practically melted under the touch, rubbing his muzzle into Robert's palm. Once he had Phil's attention, the Human announced "You'll do just fine... I want this, you know, Phil... I'm ready if you are."

Robert, in that moment, honestly didn't know if he was speaking 'in character' or for himself; there was something unmistakably wonderful about Phil and the day with the Basenji reinforced that, but so did everything about the way the Dog treated him in those moments when they were both naked and so close together. There wasn't an emotional closeness like what he had with Don, but there was a familiarity, a comfort, and an enjoyment in the intimacy that really made Robert want to help Phil succeed. A moment later he felt a thick canine finger press into his opening, and, except for that singular sensation, his mind went blank.

Phil spoke softly, his off-tone voice almost whimpering out the whisper. "Let me know if I hurt you. I'm not trying to... honest."

The faint shake to the paw at his opening helped Robert realize just how worried the Dog was, but he was doing fine. "You're fine, Phil. I'M fine."

At the confirmation, the Basenji slowly eased in another; it was too much. It took a few tries before the Dog learned the right way to loosen him up and, by the time Robert was comfortable, Phil had already leaked enough to make a spot on the covers damp. The Dog seamlessly moved them around to another section of the bed and, carefully taking hold of one of Robert's thighs, lifted him up slightly even as the Basenji positioned himself with his knees on the bed. From over Phil's shoulder, the Human heard Don chuckle, followed by the statement "Once he mounts you, try giving him a kiss."

Phil's entrance into him was as slow and methodical as any other interaction they'd had up to that point and, as the Basenji slid carefully into him, Robert took great joy in watching the expression on the Dog's muzzle turn from concern, to surprise, to jubilation. Eventually Phil's eyes closed completely, muzzle parted, and tongue lolling out the side, accompanied by an off-tone groan of pleasure. Robert waited until the Dog's eyes were open before craning his neck, sliding a hand around to the back of the Basenji's neck, and pulling him down for a kiss.

The Dog's hips began to quiver immediately, and the paw gripping the Human's thigh tightened noticeably. Grunting and whining all at once, Phil lapped hungrily at Robert's lips, tongue finding its way inside even as the Basenji lurched, crying out against the Human's tongue as his knot powered inside in one quick, explosive burst of force. Robert barely managed to hold in a cry, grunting instead at the sudden intrusion, and Phil groaned, eyes clenching as his body quivered, and the young man realized what had happened when he felt immediately filled to overflowing; the Basenji was quite the producer, and apparently, in the right situation, had a hair trigger.

After a few seconds Robert was astounded that he could smell Dog semen. Considering how tightly Phil's knot was buried in him, the Human was honestly surprised that any had managed to leak out. Only then did he glance to Don, and then he realized what it really was: the Great Dane had apparently REALLY liked what he had been watching. Grinning from ear to ear, Dane had descended from the desk to sit, splayed out, on the floor with several long strands of seed creating a fanning set of lines across the carpet.

Phil, panted whimpering softly from atop the Human. "That... that was too quick... wasn't it?"

Robert chuckled, reaching up to stroke the back of the Basenji's head, running his fingers through the Dog's fur. "It was fine... just fine, Phil."

Clearing his throat, Phil adjusted his arms so he could take more weight off of the Human. "I... I didn't mean to just-- you know."

Don slowly stood, picking up one of his socks so he could wipe himself clean. "That's what practice is for, Phil."

The Basenji looked past Robert. "I was trying to be careful... sorry, Don."

The Great Dane smirked, "Well that's fine... if you're ready to go again after dinner you can give it another try. Practice makes perfect, after all."

Robert could actually feel the flow of Phil's wagging tail through the member lodged in him, and the Basenji's voice was immediately uplifted. "I can? Again?"

Don passed by the two, reaching down to ruffle Phil's head fur. "Sure... but next time you have to make sure HE cums first... be a little more generous man."

The Human remained where he was and, despite the fact that he had a knot lodged in him, he found the position to be relatively comfortable, especially once Phil had rolled them both over so he could sit in the Basenji's lap. Despite being on the pudgier side the Dog turned out to be incredibly flexible; curling his torso upward and craning his neck, Phil didn't make Robert wait until after dinner to get off and, even as he felt the Basenji suck every last drop out of him, the sensations of his interior muscles massaging against the still-hard flesh within him was apparently enough to send the Dog into another euphoric fit.

It was nearly a half hour before Phil's knot deflated enough for the tie to end and, once it did, Robert excused himself immediately to address his bodily concerns, crossing the hall to Don's room so he could use the attached bathroom. The Great Dane stood by the doorway as the Human grunted, letting his body turn itself out to recover from his time with Phil. Don called "Doing okay in there, Robert?"

The Human embarrassed himself with a faint titter; despite the discomfort he knew he was going to be okay. "Yeah... I didn't know Phil had it in him."

Don chuckled as well. "Yeah... good thing he's working the kinks out beforehand... he has a date coming up with Liam later this week."

Robert smiled at the thought. "I hope things go okay for him."

Don peeked into the bathroom, the wide grin on his muzzle hinting at no good. "I hope things go okay for YOU!"

The Human glance to his fiancé. "Me?"

The Great Dane nodded, smile widening. "Well, considering how your Saturday and Sunday went, I just want to make sure you have enough energy for tomorrow. After all-- you're mine ALL day long."

Don's expression was infectious.