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Chapter Sixteen - Weekend at Coach's, Part 2

Time stopped existing to Nathan Poleski as he lost count of the orgasms he involuntarily blew. Not once had he touched his dick the entire evening as he was fucked in more positions than he knew were possible. The red husky had arrived at his coach's house a few hours prior with the understanding that they were going to fuck, and due to Coach Collins' extreme libido, he was expecting at least sloppy seconds. But then Coach's husband, Eddie, showed up to join in on the fun and rock Nathan's world all the harder.

Now hours and countless loads later, Nathan laid out relaxed on his back on a sex swing. His worries about classes, homework, his dad, and wherever his clothes had ended up were far from his mind. His tongue lolled out of his muzzle and the pup hood he elected to wear. His mind was incredibly hazy from sniffing poppers and, though he was feeling a bit of a headache coming on, he still felt warm and tingly and ready for another round. To go along with the pup hood, he also wore a matching collar, harness and mitts. A real, bonafide pup in the eyes of his alpha and his beta Nathan groaned as he put a paw on his distended stomach, feeling it squish a bit from the heavy loads both the Rottweiler and the Newfoundland pumped into him.

The two horny studs had plowed the husky six ways to Sunday in the living room and then they took a short break before taking him into the basement where he lay now. There, he was shown their sex room filled with all sorts of harnesses, leashes, collars, pup hoods, muzzle gags and bridles hanging wall-to-wall. A few spreader bars lay on the concrete floor, which the husky was eager to try out. On the opposite side of the room from the sex swing, a bed sat between two of the walls with four sturdy metal posts and straps connected to them. On either side of the bed were two nightstands with a variety of dildos, butt plugs, anal beads and other anal devices that lay out on display. An insertable puppy tail on a thick buttplug was firmly secured inside the husky's puffy asshole now, keeping most of the concoction of semen from both studs sloshing inside the jockslut's belly.

Nathan was grateful for the minor breaks between the fuck sessions, the two older men had offered to help him out of the sex swing, but he politely declined, hiccuping a cum bubble as he lay sprawled out blissfully. He idly played with the metal ring on his harness with a claw, admiring it before he looked at his own reflection in the mirror nearby. Globs of cum stained the pup hood from when Eddie had pulled out of his muzzle and blew a messy load all over it and Nathan fondly remembered when the Newfoundland had said to his husband, "Aww, the puppy is so cute. Can we keep him?"

Nathan's dual tails wagged at the thought.

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Nathan's father, Thomas had been pacing back and forth for an hour now, his ears perked in alert mode, listening for the sound of Nathan's rickety old car but it never came. It was well past midnight, and the wife had already gone to bed, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek before she went to their room. After an hour, when Thomas didn't join her, she played with herself before she passed out with the dildo still vibrating inside her. Thomas's hesitant body language and disinterested behavior towards her over the years had made it clear that he wasn't interested in putting another pup inside her anyway.

Thomas peered through the small window next to the front door. He could barely make out the street light through the heavy blanket of fog and sighed as his forehead pressed against the glass. He looked at the brass door knob, noticing that it was slightly dented on the sides as though it had been squeezed in a vise. He reached out and touched it, thinking about his conversation with his son earlier before he had stormed out and left his son trembling.

Trembling... Thomas felt a twinge of guilt stab his chest. Is this the kind of father he wanted to be? The one who doesn't support his son and calls him derogatory words? His ears flattened against his head as he buried his face into his paw and let out a small whimper.

He was so focused on wanting Nathan to grow up and be like him; a golden spikes award baseball player, going to the minor leagues and beyond. He didn't want Nathan to be like him now; miserable, full of regret, and unloved. He loved Nathan, as much as a father could. It was the only reason he was still with Nathan's mother, after all. Nathan didn't know he was a mistake pup, Thomas and Nathan's mother had drunkenly fucked one night at a party and within the year, the older husky's entire life and dreams completely crashed down around him.

Now he worked in a cubicle where he had an asshole boss and at the end of the day, he would come home and sit alone in his den, surrounded by paraphernalia of his glory days. He barely talked to his wife, and now that Nathan was going to school and had football, he saw his son less and less. He couldn't blame them, he wasn't much of a husband or a father. He was becoming an angry old bastard like his boss and his own father every passing day. He checked his wristwatch. 1:30 AM.

He reached into his pants for his cellphone as he looked around at all of the memorabilia of his own wasted potential. He sighed as he opened his phone, pressed the phone button, and typed Nathan into the contacts. A picture of his son smiling up at him greeted him on the screen. He inhaled and closed his eyes. "Don't be angry at him." Thomas said and then repeated. "Don't be angry at him..."

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The door to the sex room opened and Eddie sauntered in. His former dress shirt and slacks were now an entire get up of leather, including a cap, harness, chaps, boots and bracers. His cock was just as hard as ever with a nice leather cock ring snapped around the base. The Newfoundland pointed his thumb behind him. "Dom will be another minute, but he told me not to wait to start the next round." He said as he walked up to the husky, placing a paw on his chest and giving him a loving rub between the harness. "We're a couple of old dogs, ya know?" He teased and pinched a nipple, elicting a moan from the jockslut. "Good puppy," he praised.

Eddie was a handsome canine, with chocolate brown fur that was silky smooth to the touch. While he wasn't as muscle bound as Coach, he was still rather stocky and had massive jowls that hid his chin on the sides. He had soft, amber colored eyes that sparkled whenever he laughed and his voice had a nice jolly baritone timbre about it that made Nathan feel at ease around the older dog.

Nathan's curled tail wagged as he gave a cute bark in return. He hadn't ever tried this pup play, but he quickly found himself digging the kink as the night went on. He was instructed that puppies don't talk, but to speak up if the two older men crossed any boundaries or made him uncomfortable. Eddie reached down and gripped the base of the butt plug, twisting it, which made Nathan gasp and moan loudly as he felt the unrelenting silicone toy move around inside him. He looked down past his swollen stomach, his once defined abs now just a bit of pudge. His cock twitched against his belly, he was certain his balls were completely drained by this point, but he was still so fucking horny.

Eddie left the butt plug inside Nathan, chuckling gruffly to himself as he took hold of the puppy's footpaws and fastened them to the straps that held the swing up, securing them so they couldn't move. Once Nathan's paws were no longer an issue, the Newfoundland lifted a bowl of water from the floor that said "Puppy" on it and held it in front of Nathan's masked muzzle. The young husky seemed to suddenly realize that he was thirsty and eagerly lapped up nearly half of the water in the bowl. "Good boy," Eddie said. "Gotta keep you hydrated for the fun to come." The older dog returned the bowl to the floor and then retrieved a small, brown bottle from one of the nightstands nearby. He brought it up to Nathan's snout and the pup inhaled, moaning hotly as the familiar chemical smell of poppers surged into his nostrils. Intense warmth washed over the jock, as the headache he was feeling earlier became softer and his asshole relaxed. He felt each drop of cum begin to leak out around the silicone plug, the pink crater of his pucker clenched before the drops tickled the short white fur around his anus. He let out a heated moan when the butt plug pressed against his prostate as he squeezed around it, unable to contain his excitement. His heart pounded harder, every thump echoing in his ears, everything was so much more intense, he couldn't help himself.

"Let's get started," Eddie said as he watched the pup's reaction. He took a good huff of the poppers himself and put the bottle aside before he grabbed the wagging tail end of the butt plug. He pulled it out without any resistance from Nathan's end. There was a wet sucking slurp followed by a waterfall of cum, which washed over the Newfoundland's cock He used it as lubrication as he lined up to the relaxed hole, plugging it up with his swollen member. He pulled on the sex swing straps, bringing Nathan with it until he was balls deep inside the groaning bitch pup.

Nathan's eyes rolled up and into his skull as his body burned with unfettered desire. The source of the heat radiated from Eddie's cock as it plunged inside his accommodating asshole. His muscular body bounced effortlessly against the Newfoundland's groin and he barked out in pure, blissful pleasure, tongue lolling from the pup hood muzzle every time the big dog bottomed out inside him. The poppers allowed Nathan to feel every inch and curve of Eddie's dick. His inner fleshy walls massaged every vein that protruded around the older dog's bone, tickling his nerve endings and sending his body spasming every time the member pushed against his swollen prostate. Everything was so much more intense, pushing him to the verge of a powerful orgasm every time his pleasure gland was nudged. He felt like he could cum at will without even touching his dick!

The moment was rudely interrupted when, suddenly, the sound of a ringtone chime was heard. Abruptly coming down from his own high, Eddie paused a moment as he looked down at the dazed husky who was completely zonked out from the poppers and the incredible amount of sex he had the past few hours. The Newfoundland offered Nathan another whiff, which he graciously huffed and squirmed gleefully as the older dog pulled out of the husky with a sloppy, wet slurp, leaving the poor jock's gaping asshole open. Cum oozed from Nathan as the jock's distended stomach slowly deflated; the multiple loads from earlier dripping down over his curly tail to make a mess of the floor below.

Eddie found the source of the ringing in Nathan's neatly folded pile of clothes on the bed. The display showed the number and contact as "Dad". A mischievous thought ran through Eddie's lewd mind. Grinning, the Newfoundland picked up the phone and swiped to answer the call.

"Hello, Eddie Collins speaking." He said as he grabbed a glass of water, took a sip and set it back down. He sauntered over to the dazed husky on the sling and offered him another whiff of the poppers, which made Nathan's cock visibly throb against his belly.

"Who?" there was a slight hesitation in the gruff response that came from the other side along with a tinge of distress. It was obvious Nathan's dad hadn't expected someone else to pick up the line, and Eddie's floppy ears could just barely distinguish that the man on the other side was trying to deepen his voice to match his own.

"Eddie Collins," the Newfoundland repeated as he reached down and guided his dick back into the twitching hole that was waiting impatiently to be fucked. He groaned under his breath as his slick member slid balls deep into the young husky with a satisfying sound. "Dominic Collins' husband," he explained as he pulled his hips back and then thrust into Nathan again. "I'm guessing you want to talk to Nathan?"

The Coach's name didn't ring any bells in Thomas's memory, despite the younger husky talking quite often of Coach Collins when he first joined the football team. "Of course I want to talk to Nathan! Are you one of his football friends?" Thomas Poleski said, his gruff voice slightly slipping as the annoyance got to him. 'No, no!' He told himself. 'I promised I wouldn't get angry!' He rubbed his forehead and sighed as he held his phone to his ear. There was no response, just a weird sloppy sound that might have been static. "Where are you? Is Nathan okay?"

"Oh yeah," Eddie said as he bounced the jockslut on his dick, watching cum splatter messily across his groin when he bottomed out. "He swung by and has been one well-behaved puppy. Isn't that right Nathan?"

Nathan let out a bark in response, only semi-conscious and drunk off the heady scent of sex and poppers.

Thomas was taken aback by the noise. That sounded like Nathan, but why didn't he just say something in return, or answer his phone, for fucks sake? The older husky pushed aside his confusion for the moment to get right down to the point. "Can you put him on the phone? He promised he would be home by midnight and it's after one."

"Oh," Eddie looked down at the subdued puppy that was impaled on his cock and flexed it, feeling the fleshy walls constrict around him as the jockslut softly whimpered. "I don't think Nathan is in any position to go home tonight."

Thomas felt his stomach twist as dread and regret washed over him. His fake gruff tone dropped, sending his voice to its regular tenor timbre. "You said he was okay! What's going on? Did he get drunk?"

"Tell me, Mr. Poleski, are you close with your son?" Eddie asked, ignoring the questions as he reached for the bottle of poppers, bringing it to Nathan's nose and then his own after the puppy took another whiff. The chemicals flipped a switch in Eddie's brain, sending electric pleasure up his spine. He slammed his hips forward, picking up his speed as his fat, throbbing member pistoned back and forth inside the sexy pup beneath him. His heart thumped in his chest, no longer caring what Nathan's father heard on the other side of the phone as the desire to breed lit a smoldering fire in his aching balls. The swing made it easier for Eddie to focus on rutting the 200 pound pup while he was on the phone and the combined intensity of the poppers with the rush of adrenaline from talking to Thomas while he fucked the man's kid drove the Newfoundland wild with lust. He held back, though, savoring the thrill and the heat of the jockslut's eager asshole spasming around his cock.

On the other side, Thomas was caught off guard by the sudden lewd sounds coming over the line, but he tried to ignore them and focus. "W-what business is it of yours what my son and my relationship is? What has he told you?"

"Oh yeah..." Eddie groaned aloud in pleasure so that Thomas could clearly hear as he slammed his hips forward. "He's told me many times tonight that he loves his daddy..." He could feel the long fur on Nathan's tail tickle his nuts, grunting in approval as it sent a shiver up his spine and pulled back and hilted once more with a loud, wet 'squelch.'

Thomas was completely bewildered and baffled as his brain finally registered what Eddie was saying and doing, which made his body react in a way the former baseball player wasn't expecting. He wasn't sure why, but the older husky was finding the situation wildly exciting. "H-his daddy?" He asked as his sheath thickened in his pants and he absent-mindedly reached down to rub his growing bulge as if on instinct.

The husky in the sling groggily moaned and uttered a soft, "oh fuck!" but Eddie offered another whiff of poppers and Nathan zonked back out into a jockslut puppy eagerly whimpering for more of the Newfoundland's pulsing shaft and hot cum. Eddie's jowls lifted as a grin split across his face as he slowed down his movements, making sure that the phone picked up the wet slapping noises of his hips connecting with Nathan's relaxed tailhole.

"Oh yeah... the pup loves making his daddies happy," Eddie said as seductively as he could with his dick balls deep in Nathan. "Don't tell me he's kept that a secret from you, Mr. Poleski." He said, emphasizing the surname with a guttural groan as Nathan's hole involuntarily clenched around his girthy cock.

The sexual noise going on over the phone was triggering something deep down in Thomas, the poor older husky wasn't sure what, but something long forgotten over the years yearned deep inside him. Recollecting memories of suppressed homosexual desires of way back before he was in college, and his father's disdain. He felt like he was supposed to be furious. Was he really on the phone with a stranger who was fucking his son? But instead, he was massaging the growing tent in his pants, letting out a soft groan as he began to imagine someone--anyone--fucking his son. Why was this turning him on so much? He tugged his above average sized cock out of his pants, stroking it as he fantasized about what was going on on the other side. He knew it was wrong, he knew he should hang up, but instead he shocked himself when he stuttered "Wh-what else has he told you?"

Hearing the stammering, panting husky's voice, Eddie had a good idea what was going on and began to speak more sensually as he leaned down close to Nathan's gasping muzzle and rolled his hips, making louder squelching sounds with his knot plugging the sloppy hole repeatedly. "Nathan doesn't speak unless spoken to. But I can read body language pretty well... and right now it's telling me he enjoys high praise, long walks and thick...nngh...juicy...bones."

Thomas felt his cock pulse as he leaned back against a wall, lifting his shirt up to play with a nipple as he jerked himself off rapidly, his heart rate racing as he listened to the raunchy sounds of sloppy sex. His ears twitched, it sounded so enticing, the idea so taboo. Why did the idea of bigger, older men forcing him to watch them ravage his son's ass turn him on so much? He swallowed the lump in his throat, had to know the truth. "A-are you fucking Nathan?"

There was a long pause on the line, the only sounds were both men panting and slick wet cocks being worked on. Both were so close, and the vulgar situation combined with the sounds of hot anal sex kept them on edge as a minute of quiet grunting and panting from both horny males ticked by. Neither said anything, but listened to see if the other had blown their wad yet.

"C-can you turn on MuzzleTime?" Thomas suddenly whimpered with need, his voice shaky as his body quivered from excitement. He hadn't been this hard in ages.

"Are you jerking off thinking about your boy's ass?" Eddie expertly countered the husky's question with his sultry tone as he slowed down, long dicking Nathan's submissive, stretched out asshole with squelching so loud he was sure Thomas would hear.

A long, breathless pause, then, "Yes..."

"Ever fantasized about your boy's ass before?"

"No, sir."

Eddie's grin grew wider as he heard the quick, firm response. He had both Poleski's tied around his finger. Fuck, controlling other men got him so worked up! It was even hotter to the Newfoundland knowing he had a father and his son so eager to please. He huffed, wondering what else he could get them to do.

"Well then, let me tell you about your son's hole while you stroke your cock. This pup can handle just about anything he can stuff in there. Hell, he took both Dom's and my dick at the same time and was still begging for more. I bet if he could, he would take the XL flared horse cock we have and it still wouldn't satisfy his need to be fulfilled." Eddie let Thomas think about what he had said for a few panting moments before he continued. "Have you ever played around with your ass, Mr. Poleski?"

Thomas recalled a time his wife suggested they spice things up with some toys. It didn't quite feel right to him, but he tried to play with his tailhole again out of curiosity a week after that, and was surprised that it wasn't as bad as before. "M-maybe once or twice."

"Third time's the charm." Eddie said through a huffing breath as Nathan clenched around his pulsing shaft.

The older husky gulped as he reached down hesitantly with a paw, barely touching the tight pink anus that was encircled by short white fur. Why? Why was he letting this deep-voiced stranger hold so much power over him? He pushed the question aside in his mind as his fingers grazed the supple flesh under his tail and sent a shiver up his spine. "I'm... touching it now."

"You can do better than that, can't you, pup? Got any lotion or lube?"

Thomas looked around the room, there was nothing amongst the baseball paraphernalia. He darted into the bathroom, turned on the light and closed the door. He found a jar of vaseline under the sink and sat down with his legs spread out on the toilet. He put the phone on speaker so that he could keep one paw rubbing his aching dick as he put the lotion into his paw pads and started to massage his tailhole, moaning a bit more as it became more slick.

"There's a good boy." He heard the deep voice on the other line praise him and the tone made his curly tail wag. "If you really want to feel good, try poking a finger into it."

Thomas swallowed the lump in his throat as he took a breath and held it as he let his middle finger press against his asshole. He winced at the feeling as the flesh resisted and heard the Newfoundland tell him to breathe and relax.

Listening to Eddie's soothing chocolatey voice made Thomas feel at ease. He did as he was told and exhaled, feeling his pucker do the same and felt his claw slip inside his tight hole. He let out a soft "Ooooh..." as his asshole clenched at the foreign feeling. His breath got caught in his throat, to which he was instructed to breathe again.

He pushed in to the first knuckle, feeling his anus quiver around his finger and curled his toes as he hissed and gritted his teeth tightly. "Fuck. That feels... nice..."

There was a hearty chuckle on the other side and the unmistakable sound of hips slapping against ass. "Your son thinks so too. Add some more lube."

Filled with renewed vigor, Thomas pulled his finger out rather quickly. His asshole clenched and felt different; A slight sting with a little itch. Thomas put more vaseline on his hand, smearing it around his asshole, cooling the uncomfortable feeling, and then pushed his middle finger against the fleshy rim. He found it more yielding this time, sinking nearly effortlessly to the second digit. He let out a soft gasp as he clenched on the sudden intrusion but continued to breathe normally. Something in his brain told him to slowly move the finger in and out of his hole. His ears remained close to his skull as he worked his asshole slowly, moaning as he stretched his tight ring to the third knuckle.

He let go of his dick as he reached down to grab his ass cheek, spreading it open as he let his growing horny instincts kick in. He pulled his finger out to the first knuckle and brought his wedding finger up to his hole, moaning as he pushed both in and scissored them. Somewhere inside his ass, he felt a sudden wave of pleasure shoot up his spine and moaned out loud.

"I guess you found your prostate on your own," Eddie's voice came through on the phone.

"Holy fuck..." Thomas gasped as his tongue lolled out of his muzzle, panting heavily as his cock bounced in the air as he started to push both his fingers against his prostate and reflexively clenched on them, shooting out a string of precum across the toilet and into his underwear and pants around his ankles.

"Heh, feels better when you've got a nice thick dick pushing against it. Isn't that right boy?"

Thomas heard that bark that sounded like Nathan in response. His cock throbbed again at the thought and he pulled his fingers out. It felt different after removing them, rubbing his pucker a bit, finding it was even more malleable than before as he dove in with three fingers. Fuck it felt so fucking good, he groaned as his head tilted back onto the toilet as he finger fucked himself harder. His other paw grabbed his dick once more and started to jerk it, feeling those sparks of pleasure shoot from his prostate.

He imagined what Nathan was feeling that moment, and from the sound of sex coming through his phone, his son was really getting dicked hard. Thomas moaned as his fingers moved like he was playing a fiddle, thrusting them in and out of his trembling asshole, wishing he could watch that strong, virile, older man pound the shit out of his son's stretched open asshole. The itch he felt in and around his anus grew stronger, only he couldn't quite reach it. It was unbearable, he added his pinky without a second thought. He was right on edge, if only he could reach it.

His knot swelled up inside his furry sheath, stretching his dick purse as he worked the rest of his length, his paw trying to keep up with the fingers pistoning out of his hole. The thought crossed his mind to find his wife's dildos. He found them once a year or two ago. Maybe that would help scratch his itch. He kicked his pants away from his feet, the inside already soaked with the pre that dripped from his leaky cock. He basically lay down on the toilet seat, feet pressed against the wall across from him as he steadied his ass and fingered his asshole vigorously, gasping and moaning openly at this point.

On the other end, Eddie was gripping the straps on the swing, pounding Nathan's slutty hole just as fast as Thomas was pushing his fingers into his own. 'Like father, like son', he thought. He had been close to his orgasm before the call from the jock's dad had made the moment even hotter. He took another huff from the bottle and felt the wave of chemical intensity wash over him. Yeah, it was time for the Poleski's bonding moment. "How's this sound?" He said. "I'm gonna blow my sixth load tonight into your son. Think of it as a present from me to you when the pup gets home tomorrow. I expect to hear back from you two."

"Y-yes sir!" Thomas replied as his toes curled as he bit his lip. He could practically hear the sex dripping in the Newfoundland's deep voice as he pulled his sheath back, revealing his knot and squeezed it. He let out a moan as he erupted, shooting long ropes of husky jism on the floor. Four. Five. Six. Seven... Ten times as he came all over himself and hit the wall behind him. His four fingers remained inside his ass, feeling his prostate throb against them as husky juice coated his digits.

"Good boy," he heard over the phone as he panted, feeling his tail wag under him. "Check your phone."

During Thomas' orgasm, Eddie had fully hilted his knot into Nathan, feeling the anal ring clench down weakly around it as he groaned in satisfaction while he plastered the inside of the jockslut completely white. Seed seeped around his swollen member as Eddie flexed it within the pup's guts. He pulled out when he was finished and took Nathan's phone, snapping a picture of the gaping husky asshole that looked like a storm drain during a rainy day.

Thomas saw the notification light up the screen on his phone. He tapped it with a messy claw and gawked at the picture. His cock pulsed weakly back to life as his ass clenched around his fingers. He pulled them out of the puffy hole, whimpering at the empty feeling as it took a moment for the stretched ring to clamp shut and looked around the bathroom before spotting something bigger to put in his ass. He was going to need a lot more lube.