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Conner gulped audibly as he heard the knock at the door, his heart racing and unable to fully process how he wound up in this situation. He looked around his modest 1 bedroom apartment, a 'student' apartment that was only a small step up from a studio and even so small, appeared under-furnished with its desk that doubled as a dinning table, two seater couch in front of the glorified computer monitor of a tv, and single bookshelf for his books, internet modem and shoes. He didn't spend on such luxuries as “Extra cups and bowls" or even multiple Streaming services. His weekend fun was limited to a handful of cheap beers out with friends, and his transport was public transport covered by his tuition.

Still, he was 3 months behind on rent, which was not cheap or discounted as it was technically 'off campus'. His job at the gas station was supposed to be enough on paper to have afforded him everything he 'needed' but one thing lead to another and by the end of his second semester he was here.

After a failed attempt to negotiate with his landlord, an older tight-ass mutt with a beer belly and zero compassion for the humans situation, he was orally served the promise of eviction if he couldn't come up with at least a single months rent, with the promise of a formal written eviction shortly after.

Conner sat up from the couch and crossed the room to his door, his head was a bit fuzzy with a few beers in him and he could feel his palms sweating a bit.

He opened the door to find his landlord there, he was a stout bulldog with wide shoulders who stood just taller than Conner but just felt significantly larger in every way. His presence was imposing, and in the context of his current situation, domineering. Conner was by no means small, he was a solid 5'10" with a bit of muscle but this mans arms puts his too shame, and his stare was one of total confidence that melted Conner own and demanded respect.

“Here's how this is gunna work." He started, stepping in without Conners invitation and closing the door behind himself. He didn't take his eyes off the human and Conner couldn't make himself look away. The dog smiled in a predatory way and crossed his arms. “you're gunna hit me up when you want to make 'payments'. I'm on site about eighty percent of the time so if my schedule and yours don't line up that's tough for you."

It was clinical and professional, a laying down of terms that was not to be countered. Conner had essentially already agreed in drunk desperation the night before and confirmed his participation again not an hour ago. He thought back to the blurry recollection of coming upon a muscled torso on Findr, the flirting, the sharing of pics, and the discovery that that torso belonged to the man with the power to remove him from his home.

Apparently the dog thought it was extra hot that way, a real unique power dynamic he wanted to try out. A potential passing fantasy he reserved the right to back out from and refused to communicate about in a non-joking way over social media of any kind.

“Every time you make me cum I give you fifty bucks towards what you owe. You can pay off chucks of what you owe in full at any time, but I'm not taking half month payments." He took a step forward, unfreezing Conner from the spot who also took a step. The dog smiled at that “You may suggest how you please me, but I hold right of refusal. If you don't want to please me how I want the deals off for the day and you can try again later when you feel more compliant." He was almost growling his voice was so low, Conner felt a tingle run up his spine and a heat rush to his face and pants. He was embarrassed this was turning him on so much. The man had to be his fathers age! Conner was gay and had been with multiple guys and even some furs in the past, but he had never really even so much as flirted with someone who met this dogs description.

“I can tell you're nervous pup," another shiver, another rush of heat and a heavy gulp. “But I need you to say you agree." He reached forward, gripping the humans chin and cheeks in his paws firmly but not painfully.

“Y-yeah I uhh…I agree." Conner stammered, swallowing another from in his throat. The canine deep brown eyes were mesmerizing and deep, something that was both comforting and off putting. A dangerous allure that Conner was starting to suspect might be a real kink he shared and was discovering. The control, the power, the roles and position…he was hard as a rock and they hadn't even shown an inch more skin that when they had last spoken about his rent.

“In the future I would prefer you call me 'Sir'." He growled with a smile, leaning in “It would help you out, really gets me goin." He grabbed the young mans hand and pressed it into his filling shorts, the heat and firmness made Conner whimper ever so slightly. The sound made the dog growl with lust.

“Yes sir." Conner almost mumbled, the work making the thick meat in his palm swell with more excitement. His tongue felt heavy, and he was having a hard time focusing on a lot of the words, though not due to drinking. How and why was he so turned on like this? Was it the power struggle? The dynamic? He couldn't remember even finding interest in this kind of porn let alone a whole fantasy he wanted to live out. The thoughts were easier to focus on that the words, but the thoughts made him harder than before and his own shorts were getting uncomfortable.

“Good pup. Now, do you have any suggestions for your first payment? I could always go for a good dick sucking, but what are you into? Remember I must enjoy it enough to finish."

Conner internally groaned. He had no idea what to say, part of him had been hoping he could just participate physically, but all of these choices and words and talking were really throwing him through a loop.

“I uhh…I like to suck dick." He said lamely, swallowing again.

The canine chuckled, taking a step back and letting the human take in the sight of him again, “I bet you do. You want me seated or standing?" he asked now, “You want me to participate or do you wanna do all the work? I bet your throat is fucking velvet, but im real eager to see that tongue in action. I love a good boy with a lot of tricks."

Too many words, too many choices, he felt like he was short circuiting. “I uhh…" the human looked to the couch and back to his landlord. 'Sir' he reminded himself, gesturing vaguely to the couch.

“Use your words pup. What do you want." He teased again, stepping forward and re-entering Conners orbit. He could smell the musk on the man, his crotch had to be absolutely ripe with it. The thought made Conners mouth water and he nearly lost his balance.

It occurred to Conner briefly the man was enjoying teasing him, and that might actually be working in his favor. Maybe that was just an excuse. There was no way the bulldog was oblivious to how much of a mess all of this was making him. How hard each choice was to focus on. Was that part of the enjoyment for him? Part of the role and dynamic of this? It took all kinds but Conner wasn't familiar enough with the greater kinky world to know what to call it or how to respond to it.

“It's ok pup." He said after a moment, “If you don't use your words though I'll find better use of your mouth." He promised with a toothy smile. “Take my shirt off." He said gently.

Conner was getting whiplash from all these tones and roles and words. The bulldog almost sounded caring! He was so close now Conner had to step backwards to get an angle on his tank top. A plain sweat stained wife beater. He lifted it over the dogs head, forced to lean in to get it around and over his arms.

“Take your shirt off and put mine on. Pants off I only want you in that jock and my stink." Sir said, stepping back with his muscled arms crossed. It was the end of the day, the shirt stank of his ripe musk and sweat. It was a common misconception that furs didn't sweat as much as humans did, and after a long day of maintaining his property landscaping, his now exposed body was making every inch of the small apartment ripe with it.

Conner had never seen the appeal of musk and sweat himself, but his head was spinning none the less. He removed his clothes as ordered, his jockstrap, previously requested by Sir that he wore of course, filled near bursting. His smaller body would be considered fuzzy by human standards, but it was nothing compared the man before him. He felt so strangely emasculated by his mere presence, and even smaller under his predatory gaze.

“Shirt on pup, I wont say it again." The human obliged, the dampness clinging to him and making him flush again. “Good boy. Now, since your mouth aint making words, on your knees." He grinned, an all too familiar sight now.

Conner looked down, the action seeming to require conscious thought and effort to execute. There was a certain finality to that action, a submissive permission; despite already being half naked and covered in the man musky stink.

“You wont even need a pillow I don't think." He went on, snapping Conners eyes up again. “you got me so worked up, and I haven't cum in three days, my balls are practically begging for release. Should be an easy fifty bucks tonight." He was pressed into his own shirt now, chest to chest with the human, the smell of coffee and cheap mint gum coming off his breath.

Before Conner could react the man kissed him, though it was unlike any kiss Conner had ever had. He felt less like a participant that the OBJECT of the dogs advances. Just there to put his tongue into, to take from and give too as the canine saw fit. Conner groaned into it, making the dog growl low and deep in his chest, vibrating into the human. It was wet and almost violent, at one point he was sure a canine snagged his lip in the unnatural motions of a muzzle to the humans face.

“On your fucking knees." He ordered, panting now. “Now." Conner dropped without another thought, his head swimming, face already wet with slobber and his jock hanging on by nearly nothing. “Unbutton my shorts, and put my fucking cock in your slut mouth."

The human fumbled, almost as desperate as Sir sounded, though not half as aggressive. He felt a calm submission rush through him. The removal of options, the supplication of it and his acceptance of that. This was a REAL man, making the orders and setting the rules. He had agreed to take part and that was all the man should have asked for. Conner was too unsure, too small to make the choices himself he needed to be told.

He barely had the shorts around the dogs knees before a paw gripped his head and pressed his face into the crotch of his own sweaty jock, rubbing his beard and open mouth and hair into it, marking him with the most potent smell yet. “There you go…I get your deal now. Not often you find a TRUE submissive pup that hasn't already got a collar and leash." Sir stated in that rumbling voice. “Lucky me…You want to smell like me boy? You want to please me? Or is that too many words for your overwhelmed little bottom-brain?"

Conner moaned again, looking up with desperation in his eyes. The smell wasn't necessarily pleasant, but the idea of it and its source was currently driving him up the wall. He licked the fabric of the mans jock, just trying for a taste from the source.

“Fuck…you really are, aren't you? Its not even just an act…you didn't even know did you? How much you would love this; crave a bigger, stronger, OLDER man just telling you what to do and how it is." The last was no longer a question. He gripped the young man by his hair, forcing his gaze back up. Conner was panting now, desperate with need. Their eyes met for a singular moment that brought Conner back to the start. “Beg me to fuck your face pup."

The moment hung there, the last out, the last confirmation, the last choice.

And it was so easy to make.

“Please….Please sir!" he half stammered half shouted. There was no regard for his neighbors hearing, no shame and suddenly and overwhelming calm again. He was painfully stiff and tugged out his own cock, leaking like never before.

Conner started stroking himself as Sir pulled the jock away and, paw still gripping the boys hair, guided his leaking, fat, red cock into its hole. Conner gagged almost immediately as he was filled to capacity in the rush. He adapted quickly, his gag reflex not porn-star level but certainly impressive. His landlords cock was sweaty and salty, leaking profusely and fucking his face with full deep stroked that left pre in his throat and over his tongue equally. Conner soon needed to spit, but unable to maneuver his head and unwilling to stop franticly jerking off himself he only spit around the mans cock, spilling pre and slobber on the already damp tank top.

“Yeah? You gunna play with that little thing while you suck a real cock?" Sir taunted, his voice harsh and panting. “go on, cum your piddly little drips at your Sirs feet while he feeds you a real load." He had both paws around Conners head now, thrusting fast and cursing compliments.

“Fuck its so nice…fucking velvet. You really can take a cock huh?"

“Fuck, you should see yourself. A real good pup for a random sir. Slut…fuck you feel good."

“You sure you weren't looking for this? Naughty pup you're a fucking natural cock sleave. Go on, take it like a champ. A real born and bred cocksucker…"

Conner moaned and spit and felt tears in his eyes as the limits of his gag reflex control were pressed. The dogs cock was fat, pressing his cheeks out, but he was average length hitting his throat and teasing it, but not entering far. The canines balls slapped feverishly into Conners chin, and his knot, something Conner previously had little experience with, was fully formed by now with no chance of passing his lips. The thing was fat as a full orange!

Conner moaned, tongue licking what it could and his nose buried in Sirs crotch fur. He looked up through bleary eyes at the larger man, who was looking back down at him with a playful grin and drool forming at his muzzle. The beast was ravenous, forceful and domineering. He was putting the boy in his place, and he was loving every second of it. It really wouldn't be long at all…

“You feel that knot? Im gunna get it into you some other time how does that sound? My pups locked in you while you wait for me to be done with you? Fuck… you are gunna swallow this load… you want Sirs hot load in your mouth boy?...im gunna cum soon…." He half warned half instructed. “Don't you spit out a single drop you hear m"

There was a pause, the silence filled by wet ball slapping, groaning and moaning. The talk was pushing Conner to his limit too…He groaned and begged, mouth full and tongue desperately licking every inch.

Sir let out his first less than elegant noise, a have shiver half moan that had his leg shaking as he pressed his cock into Conner as far as it would go. It throbbed in his mouth wildly, pulsing as it deposited the canine load directly into his throat. Truth be told, Sir held his head in place so efficiently Conner could barely breath but also didn't get a single taste as the load deposited directly into his stomach. Despite this Conners body vibrated with energy and lust. He didn't care for the moment he couldn't breathe if this was why, he was exactly where he needed to be even if he didn't fully understand it.

After a long few moments Conner groaned, bringing his hands up to push away and get some air while the man continued to throb, depositing more cum then the human had seen in some porn films. Throb after throb he dropped more and more into Conner. The dog resisted him for a moment, a growl escaping him as he finally got the message Conner gagged again. He took a step back, the spent human dropping forward a bit to get his air and the fat cock STILL spurting his thick load. It hit Conner in the face and in his hair.

The room was filled with panting noises, the canine stepped forward and wiped his cock on Conner, “Fuck boy…you really enjoyed that didn't you?" he used his foot to nudge the boys balls, over sensitive and almost making him stumble even on his knees. Upon closer inspection it seemed he was kneeling in his own load. Had he cum? When had it happened? “you looked fuckin high on it, you natural subby slut." Sir teased, “Might be a bit more than I imagined, but the minute my load him your throat you came hard. Good boy." He rubbed the younger man cheek affectionately, making Conner blush.

The human didn't know what to say, there was too much running through his mind. He wanted to bask in this, but what was it? He wanted to reach out and rub the man who had used him but where? And why? He struggled again to make anything happen, to explain any of it. It was usually so rare he didn't have a quip or a joke, but he was well and truly speechless.

“Since we found out you are such a good boy and follow orders so well, I'll call you when I want it too." The bulldog amended the rules. “Keep the shirt." He teased one last time, squatting down to take one last intimate kiss from the boy he had well and truly used. Conner moaned again, opening his eyes to see a string of the mans own spunk connecting their faces.

The dog wiped it off and left, leaving a crisp fifty-dollar bill on the counter.