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Tyler was leaning back in his chair, looking up at his new supervisor. The doberman was looking down at the device in his paw, pressing a few buttons here and there, paying attention to the lightly glowing screen. Tyler craned his neck, trying to catch a peek, but the doberman just tilted his wrist back, he wanted to give the wolf a nice surprise, just like his father.

"Come onnnnnnnnnnn" Tyler whined, a little disappointed, ever since he was hired, he didn't get to do anything fun. He thought it would be a bunch of kinky stuff like what had happened to his father the week prior, but so far it was just boring spreadsheet after spreadsheet. Speaking of his father, the older, grey wolf was acting strange, especially compared to how forward their last interaction was. But since then, the wolf would avoid his son at all cost, leaving for work well before Tyler woke up, staying out late after work with his coworkers and hitting the bar, to come home in a cab and straight to his room. Tyler was beginning to feel a little dejected, and he wished they could just go back to being what they were like before, but he didn't want to give up the experience, the taste of his father's seed in his maw.

"You with me kid?" The doberman asked, snapping in the daydreaming wolf's face.

"Yes, I just, was thinking about my dad again..."

"Still giving you the silent treatment?"

"Yeah..."

"Well, hopefully this test should help smooth thing over!" The doberman gave another one of his classic grins, slightly sinister, but the playful glint in his eyes excited Tyler, and the proposition had him ready for anything.

"Wait, seriously?" Tyler asked, shooting up in the chair.

"Yeah, now lean back down. It's almost ready."

Tyler tried to stop his tail from wagging as he relaxed back into the chair, the temperature checker was pointed at his forehead now, he held his breath waiting for the trigger to be pulled, for whatever might happen. He knew that device is what caused the change in his father's temperament, and he figured it would do something similar to him. The doberman's finger pulled the trigger.

Nothing changed, at least Tyler didn't thing anything changed. He was a little disappointed, he thought there'd be more flair to it, a flash of light, a noise, anything really. But then as he looked at the doberman thoughts started entering his mind, he was in such a compromising position, leaning back in the chair, and the big dog was so close, he could do whatever they wanted to him in this position, and Tyler would have loved it. He felt his underwear growing a little tight and a drop of pre leaked out of his tip. The doberman looked down at the display, also getting ideas of using the wolf while he was in submissive slut mode. The wolf looked like a bitch in heat, and was already starting to smell like one too. He reached down and adjusted his pants he wanted to fuck the bitch then and there, but he also wanted to see what kind of things the wolf would do when let off his leash.

"Here you are, see you Monday." The doberman stopped the car outside Tyler's house and waited for the pouting wolf to get out.

"Alright, but we could take a quick stop at your place. Or I could just suck you off right here." Tyler said, his voice had already gone up a half octave as he tried to sound as feminine as possible, which was driving the doberman wild.

"Out." He growled before Tyler could break him, sooner rather than later he would have his fun, but his main focus was on his perverse desire to make this pairing happen, it was quickly becoming his favourite activity and he was eager to see the pay off. And see it he would, he had one of his subordinates bug the place, with more than a few well hidden cameras to cover every angle of the house, especially the bedrooms. The only stuff he caught was the older wolf drunkly getting himself off before passing out in bed and the younger one getting himself off pretty much anywhere in the basement. Today would be different, he knew it would be, watching the wolf saunter up the walkway, swinging his hips to the swish of his tail.

Dan checked his phone, and he felt his heart sink. He was sitting on a stool as the reagent he was reducing bubbled away on the hotplate.

Hey dad, I got let off early so I decided to cook supper. I know you and the boys would probably be planning on hitting the bar again, but I think you'll love what I have planned. :3

_ _ Dan felt his heart flutter reading the message. Still, maybe he should have dinner with his son, explain that what happened that night was a mistake and they should just try and move past it. He heard a fizzling and looked up at his beaker, which was now boiling over and spilling out on the hotplate.

"Shit!" He hissed under his breath, quickly using tongs to pull the beaker off the heat. He felt an arm drape around his shoulder.

"Damn Danny. Been a minute since you almost blew us all up, you know that's my job!" The hyena chuckled at his own joke before continuing. "Been nice having you at the bar though, for real. You coming again tonight?"

"Ahhhh sorry, I can't. Ty said he was cooking something special tonight, I would if I could though." Dan responded, ducking away from the arm draped around his shoulder. He was starting to get a lot more comfortable with all the people around the lab, but they were still a bit too touchy feely for him. Maybe he'd eventually warm up to it, but he still felt a little put off by it.

"Oh, Ty? How's he fitting in at the new job?"

"Oh, we haven't talked too much about it, been a little too busy with you guys."

"Alright, well maybe tomorrow or something, you know the hockey game's not the same without you there."

Dan finished up his reaction, noting it in his journal and hung his coat up. He drove home thinking about the message, it was from Tyler, but the wording was all off. Usually, he would just type out half sentences, full of abbreviations and acronyms. That winky face, it was making the wolf squirm as he shifted his car into drive. Gripping the stick tighter than usual.

He opened the front door and he could hear sizzling on the stove before he even entered the kitchen, a sweet scent hanging in the air. He was honestly surprised the house hadn't burnt down, Tyler was never known for finesse in the kitchen, but as he entered the kitchen, he noticed it was spotless and scrubbed down, he looked back in the entryway, noticing that that was thoroughly cleaned as well.

"Did, you do a little cleaning?" Dan asked to nowhere in particular, as Tyler wasn't anywhere to be seen in the kitchen, despite the stove still being on with a saucepan bubbling a thick brown mixture.

"Oh you're home, I'm so glad daddy!" Tyler's higher than usual voice called from the pantry.

"Daddy?" Dan asked in dismay, he was barely used to hearing Tyler call him dad, daddy was something his son would never say.

"Yeah I did a little bit of cleaning here and there, nothing serious."

Tyler came out from the walk in pantry, his father's jaw dropped to the floor.

"Are you naked under that?"

"Yes!"

Tyler was wearing the gag 'kiss the cook' apron his father had gotten as a joke for when he was doing his backyard barbecues, but now his son was wearing it, and it was anything but a joke. Tyler walked past him with a wink as he went to the stove, stirring the sauce and pulling the breaded meat from the sizzling oil. He hummed to himself happily swishing his tail, he had been practicing it all day. He hoped it was catching his father's eye and drawing their attention to what was under the tail, but he didn't want to look back, he wanted to play it cool as possible.

"Why don't you just take a seat, I'll make you a plate in a minute." Tyler suggested, Dan didn't say anything, just opting to sit in a stunned silence. His vision was swimming and his heat was screaming, that was his son swinging their tail towards him, but he couldn't take his eyes off it. He was trying to figure out what to say, what words would get this to stop.

"Are you, drunk?"

"Not a drop! Buuuuuut, I did pick up a nice bottle of wine for dinner, we cooooould crack it open." Tyler elongated the suggestion, almost begging his father to say yes.

"I-I, I suppose I could have a glass." Dan didn't even like wine, still he couldn't turn down the offer. He wanted to more than anything, but something about the scene was too right. He loved his son, but with the cleaning and the cooking and the way they were playing to his newly awakened feelings towards men, he was beginning to feel a different sort of bond form.

Tyler held two wine glasses in one paw, and laid one in front of his father pouring a tall glass. Dan felt his eyes wander down the apron, he could see that it was tied tight, and the slightest hint of a sheath could be seen poking the white fabric. Tyler began pouring himself a glass when suddenly he felt a paw clasping his bare ass, groping it, exploring it, trying to massage it, moving it's way closer to the prize. He took a sharp breath in as he quickly stopped the pouring, dripping some wine onto the freshly laundered table cloth.

Dan pulled his paw back and grabbed the wine glass, looking away from his son, unable to believe he had even attempted something so wrong. But in the moment, it was feeling so right. Tyler swallowed hard, he had to get back to the stove before his sauce burned, but as he stirred the sauce, he readjusted his apron, feeling the wet spot from his pre growing larger.

Supper was good, really good, Dan was almost scarfing it down, the last week he had been out late, stopping by a random fast food place when he felt peckish, but he really had no idea his son could actually cook.

"What did you say this was again?" Dan asked as he took a sip of his third glass of wine.

"Oh, uhhhh. It's called chicken katsu, I saw it in an anime I was binging and I thought it looked really good." Tyler felt his face redden; the compliments were almost too much. So was the embarrassment of where he got the meal's idea from.

"Anime huh? Well I guess they have good taste, maybe you should cook some more stuff from it then." Dan felt himself relax a little more, he wasn't sure if it was the wine or the fact his son mentioned anime. They were acting so strange he was legitimately wondering if he had walked into some different dimension when he crossed his door's threshold.

"Yeah for sure!" Tyler felt his ears perk up as he thought about the next meal he could prepare, recalling all the food in the anime, which was so good it made the clothes explode off fur's bodies while they moaned in delight. Tyler was already naked, and it didn't seem to blow his father's clothes off, yet. But he had more plans for getting what he wanted, and this was already going better than he had hoped considering how apprehensive Dan had seemed all week.

Dan felt his knee hit the table when he felt a warm, fuzzy paw tracing up his inner thigh, looking over at his son who had a knowing smile creeping across their muzzle. Tyler had seen something similar play out between his father and mother, but she wasn't here now, and he was, and he wanted him, more than anything he wanted him.

The meal was over, the bottle of wine was empty. The two wolves were making idle chit chat, the longer the older wolf heard the new trill in his son's voice, the nicer it sounded in his ear.

"Hey daddy, I'm feeling a little tired so I'm going to turn in, it was a nice night you finish up the wine and I'll deal with the dishes in the morning. Alright?" Tyler left his father with an inflection on the alright, tracing a claw down their shoulder, feeling them shiver and seeing their fur stand on end. He crept down the stairs and took the apron off.

Daniel was sitting at the table, empty glass swirling in his paw. He gave a long, relaxed sigh. He loved his friends but they were so energetic and boisterous, hanging out with them was more draining than he realized and despite how odd the display his son put on, it was just the break he needed. He felt disappointed it was over, but it was nice while it lasted. He got up and walked up the stairs towards his room, realizing that his son hadn't just touched the place up, the house was spotless, even the pictures on the wall had their frames dusted and glass cleaned to a polish. His master bathroom was scrubbed down, all his aftershaves and fur powder were arranged by colour, it was almost terrifying how through it was.

The warm water felt nice on his fur, he tried scrubbing the impure thoughts off his skin, but his head was too full of images and thoughts. His son, bent over the kitchen table, tail lifted high, full view of the perfectly manicured fur on their back sack, looking back at him, begging him. Dan bit his lip, turning the heat of the water up, tilting his head towards the ceiling and tracing his paw down his chest, down lower until he was gripping his sheath, idly massaging his balls, imagining he was playing with Tyler's. He cut the water off quickly, giving his head a shake, he could never do that. Giving his fur a little shake, he stepped out and towel dried himself, opening the door to his room to see his wife laying on their bed in a new dress that she must have picked up on her trip. But it was still far too early for her to be home, and his wife didn't have the same grey pattern wrapping around his should, but his son did. He slammed the bathroom door again.

He wouldn't, he couldn't. He looked at himself in the mirror, he was going to. He dusted himself with his best powder and a generous splash of his wife's favourite cologne, if his son was playing the fantasy, he could easily join in.

Tyler was a little surprised by the sudden door slam, wondering what he did wrong. He thought the dress may have been a bit far, but he couldn't explain why the idea of wearing it made him strain in his new accessory, he was already leaking. Dan opened the door, and the smell of his father's familiar scent mingled with the cologne hit him.

"Fuck." Tyler couldn't help but whine, as he squirmed on the bed, Dan crawled ontop of the sheets and sat there, staring his son in the eyes.

"Is this, ok?" Dan asked not daring to break eye contact.

"Who can say, all I know is it feels right, and I, I want you to take me, right now." Tyler responded, not breaking eye contact, tracing a claw across his father's small gut.

Dan closed his eyes, all the confirmation he needed entered his ear, registering in his brain. When he opened his eyes, he was ready to go, he wanted this as much as the young wolf did, maybe even more. He didn't speak, just drew them into a tight hug, feeling his whiskers brush past their neck and taking a deep breath in, his wife's perfume almost masked his son's scent, but there was still the traces of Tyler left there, and he muttered out their name, reaching a paw down the dress, pulling the hem up, up further, reaching his paw up and feeling hard metal in response. He pulled his head back in confusion and looked down at the silver chastity cage restricting his son's sheath, just barely enough room for the tip of their cock to poke out and let a small drop of pre drip into his palm.

"Do you like it?" Tyler was blushing furiously now, looking down at the pillow bashfully.

Dan squeezed the cage, he had never thought about anything like that, but it looks so good on his son, and it fit perfectly with the way they were acting. He gently rubbed the orbs in his paw together and used his other paw to point his son's muzzle towards him, before drawing closer, and giving them a deep kiss, feeling more pre dripping onto his paw and the sheets.

"I love it." The kiss broke, dan was ready to get started, he didn't notice before but his knot was already fully out of his sheath and it was throbbing hard, he felt the dick throbbing in it's cage and realized his son was burning with lust, but he knew that there was no way the cage was coming off. He reached over to his night stand and pulled out the bottle of lube he kept for the special date nights he shared with his wife. But as he positioned his son the same way he would his wife, he felt more excited than he had in years, with her, it had become something of a routine, but this was something completely new. He was almost ready to cum then and there, but he knew he had to hold back for Tyler. The young wolf had his face pressed into the pillows, on his knees with his back arched. He tried peeking back, but he couldn't see much.

He didn't need to see much, he almost screamed into the pillows as he felt a long wet lick start at the ring of his ball trap and travelling up his taint until the tongue pressed up against his tailhole. It pressed hard, but didn't go in, just continuing to lick and lap on his hole, making him drool into the pillow he had clutched tight to his face. Then it went in, and his body melted, the sensation made his brain go numb and all he could think was his dad's tongue was made of magic. Dan had years of experience using his tongue, and while he was used to his wife's pussy, it translated surprisingly well to his son's ass. All the while he was pressing his tongue deeper in, drooling over the hole, he was slowly stroking his shaft, coating it in lube.

Tyler whined into the pillow when the tongue was pulled out, he was just starting to really get into it, and his cage was set to a near constant drip. He felt fingers press to the tip of his cage, then the same fingers were pressing around the pillow, forcing its way past his lips, filling his maw with his own salty pre. It was humiliating, it was ecstasy, his face flushed red as he thought of begging for more, just as he opened his mouth he felt the fingers pressing in again, this time a mix of his own and the familiar taste of his father's pre. He almost forgot how good it tasted, but he could never rinse the taste out of his mouth, even a week later he could swear he could occasionally catch the aftertaste.

The tip slowly slid into his drool soaked hole, aided by the generous helping of lube slathered on the cock. Even with how hard Tyler prepared, fingering himself for half an hour until he had four fingers sliding in and out with ease, the dick pushing deeper felt like it was going to split him open and ruin him. He wanted it to ruin him. He raised his head up and moaned, but his father was lost to lust and pressed his face back into the pillow muffling him. He felt the knot pressing up against his tailhole, bigger than any of the guys he played with at university by a wide margin. Plus, with his father's expertise, even the pain felt good. Unlike the spearing the other 'experienced' tops gave him, this was controlled. When he felt it about to go over the edge to too far, he felt a slight pause, letting himself catch his breath and relax again, before the shaft was all the way in.

Dan pressed his nose to the back of his son's neck and took a deep breath of the mix, sweat and perfume combined to create the perfect aphrodisiac, the pressure on his dick feeling exquisite. He lightly growled as he pressed his knot against the ass below him. He wanted to tie, but he wasn't sure if his son could take it, but he had to try. He took the scruff into his fangs, feeling the body below tense up, before going limp. He rubbed, gently thrusting against the hole, still resisting, but each little thrust pushed it in just a little more. His balls were aching from the restraint. It was now or never, he felt he was only a quarter way into forcing the knot in, but he was throbbing, he heard muffled whines. He pressed, hard, hard enough to feel the hips underneath him try to buckle under him, to get away from the pressure. He wasn't going to let that happen, before he realized he had hooked an arm around the young wolf's hips and pulled them in towards him. The knot popped past the point of no return and he felt the ass clench hard around him, throbbing prostate matching the pulse of his own dick. His warm balls were pressed against his son's own aching balls. His tongue lolled out and he released the scruff in his maw, panting hard. He saw stars, spurting rope after rope of hot cum into his son's ass, who had gotten over the pain and was now squeezing and grinding on the knot, trying to rub his prostate as a paw idly played with his caged tool.

Tyler was seeing stars, the pain of the tying gone, leaving his tailhole feeling full, knot throbbing hard against his prostate, seed shooting deep into his ass, he was so close to getting off, he needed just one more little push and he knew he could get off. The throbbing knot stopped, pulling hard against his hole as his father tried to pull out, hard.

"W-wait, no please..." Tyler moaned out feeling the knot pulling one second, pushing the next, then pulling again, it felt so good and he felt the words catch in his throat as he returned to biting the pillow. The knot came out with a wet pop, as the tailhole tried to close back around the shaft, begging to keep it in. That pop, the hot heavy breath of his father on his neck. Tyler felt his spine shiver as his body went cold and a long moan escaped his lips, his balls began to contract and throb, and he slowly leaked cum down onto the sheets below, mixing with the seed leaking from his ass. He collapsed, cage resting in the puddle of mixed splooge, father wiping his dick off on the back of his new dress, he didn't care, in fact he loved it, he couldn't wait to press the musky stain to his muzzle later and take a deep breath of his father's scent.

Dan finished cleaning himself off and collapsed on the bed next to his son.

"So that happened..." He finally panted out after five minutes of silence had passed.

"Yeah, it did..." Tyler agree, muzzle pressed to the side of the wet pillow, eyes closed in pleasure.

They didn't say anything for the rest of the night just falling asleep, Dan spooning Tyler tight to his chest.

"Fuck, I can't believe they're paying me overtime for this shit..." The doberman huffed out as he cleaned cum from his desk. He knew it was going to be a show, but that was the most intense porno he had ever seen and somehow knowing they had no clue he was watching made it all the sweeter. Knowing the kid, they would want a copy. Maybe they'd get one, he wondered how the wolf would react.

Tyler opened his eyes and looked around, his father wasn't in the room. He couldn't believe what he did the previous day, it felt like it wasn't even real, he stripped the dress off and pressed it deep to his nose, it still smelt like his father's sweat and seed. No matter how embarrassed he was by his actions, the changing tone, the whole cooking and cleaning thing. He was ecstatic. He'd have to ask for another dose of whatever the doberman hit him with, he wondered what would happen if the older wolf from last week met the younger wolf from last night. He was already salivating at the thought. He walked downstairs to all the dishes on the table and stove. He groaned, recalling the fact he said he'd deal with them. He hated doing dishes, but he swallowed his distaste and got to work. It wasn't that bad and it didn't take too long, his mind was wandering towards where his father was as he finished drying the last dish. The door opened, he craned his neck back to see into the entryway, his father was there sheepishly holding a pizza box from his old job.

"Hey buddy." Dan said, still not sure how to act around his son now. "Do you wan some pizza?"

"Yeah dad, pizza sounds great." Tyler said, before letting out a light chuckle. The two were extremely awkward. Bundles of nerves when one wasn't under the influence of the doberman's tricks, yet now there was some remnants of their old relationship, intertwined with something new, something that excited both of them.