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Sam was on lunch break when there was a familiar chime from his pocket. He took a bite of the modest sandwich he had packed for the day and pulled out his phone. There was a new message on the screen, but his eyes were drawn to the background. It had recently been changed to a selfie of himself and Levi, who was his much larger and fluffier boyfriend, and the newness of the image still brought a smile to his face. In the photo, they were both grinning ear to ear with the older St. Bernard towering over the human. A furry arm reached forward into the corner of the screen indicating that Levi had been the one to take the photo. Sam's arm would never have been able to reach far enough to get them both in the frame.

It's not that Sam was small. Well, he wasn't big, but he wasn't tiny. His size just couldn't compare to the canine. Levi stood about a foot and a half taller than the man, and it would have been even more if the big dog didn't have droopy ears. A bipedal dog towering seven and a half feet tall makes a big impression when standing next to a human that's a couple of inches under six feet. The canid's overall size was impressive enough to draw stares when they went out together. He was built like a linebacker, meaning he was thick from the shoulders down to his belly and hips. Three hundred and seventy-five pounds of muscle and fluff. The mental image passed through Sam's mind and he grinned. There was just a hint of a gut under all that fur, too. They both loved a good cheeseburger, which had, incidentally, been the location of their first date one year ago. Sam had fond memories of the burger shack, even if he had found a hair in his fries. Levi had insisted it wasn't his.

The younger man swiped a quick passcode across the screen and opened his messages. There were two notifications from Levi.

Levi:

[Morning handsome! Hope work is going well.]

Levi:

[Gonna clean the house for the weekend. Got a nice dinner planned for when you get here.]

While Sam was reading the message, the break room door swung open and two co-workers strode in. They made a bee-line for the coffee pot while Sam waved hello and continued to eat.

He had recognized Jacob and Malorie almost before they walked in due the constant stream of conversation that had filtered into the room and only risen louder as they approached. Jacob was the first to reach the pot and finished filling his mug before turning to Sam. Malorie filled his vacated space and tore open a tea bag, dropping it in her cup and pouring in some boiling water before stirring it gently. The two made their way over to where Sam was sitting.

Jacob was a hyena, Malorie was human, and they were both chatterboxes. The spotted hyena rested a paw on the back of a nearby chair but didn't sit down.

"What's up, Sam!" he said in a cheery voice. Malorie smiled at him while gently blowing steam from her mug.

"Not much." Sam replied. "I see nothing breaks your spirit on a workday."

A distinctive hyena-cackle escaped Jacob's lips. "You shoulda seen me on Monday! I forgot to brush my fur before I came in, like, 3 times this week. I've been dragging tail like nobodies business. It's just this stuff…" He motioned to his mug. "…and the promise of the weekend that's keeping me going at this point."

He took a sip as if to prove his point. "What about you, man? What're you gonna get up to? I'm gonna hit up a party Saturday night if you want to join and get out of the apartment."

Sam smiled at the offer but shook his head and politely declined. "I'm going over to Levi's place so we can spend some time together. Our one year anniversary is this weekend."

Jacob's face lit up and a mischievous grin spread across his muzzle. Malorie cut in before he could say anything else.

"Oh! That's so wonderful, Sam! You'll have to let us see Levi again in the future! We had so much fun last time he came out to dinner. He's a sweetheart." She gave Sam a genuine smile and he internally reminded himself to invite Levi when they had another work event. He knew the big dog would say yes.

She piped up again. "Do you two have anything special planned?"

Sam heard that same familiar chime. He glanced at his phone and saw another message had just come through.

"Well, not really. We're doing dinner tonight and then we'll probably do a movie night tomorrow. Really it's just an excuse to spend time together and not do anything…" His voice trailed off when he noticed Jacob had set his mug down and was very obviously making a lewd gesture. His thumb and forefinger of one hand were closed together and he was pumping a single digit from his other hand through the hole they made. Malorie noticed and swatted the Hyena's paws down. Her face showed disapproval, but a quick giggle betrayed her.

Jacob laughed and waved his paws in the air, apologizing. "Sorry, sorry."

Sam laughed with him and took it in stride. He didn't really mind, and there was some definite truth to what Jacob was implying. He couldn't wait to get naked with Levi later.

The hyena leaned in. "But seriously man, how does that work? He's like a mountain. Do you have to break out the climbing gear or does he, you know…"

There was a loud yelp as Malorie gripped one of Jacob's ears and began to pull him away from the table. The hyena flailed and just barely managed to grab his mug in passing while she yanked him out of the room. As they disappeared, Sam saw a single paw from the hyena offering a thumb's up and he could hear a forced whisper as they left. Something about "getting sent to HR again".

Sam just shook his head and picked up the phone. There was one new message from Levi.

Levi:

[Any other requests?]

He had to think about it for a minute. Jacob's shenanigan's had him contemplating other ways to celebrate their first year together. He ended up dialing Levi's number a moment later, not wanting to make his request with a text message. The break room was small, but Sam still found himself looking around to make sure no one was hiding in a corner to overhear the conversation. Just in case.

The phone rang twice before Levi picked up. He answered in a rich, deep voice and Sam melted a little bit.

"Hey, pup! Aren't you working right now? Did you get my texts?" The canine asked.

Sam spoke in a hushed tone, trying to keep his voice from carrying outside of the break room. "Still at work, but I'm on lunch right now. I'm actually calling because of your text." He gave it a moment and waited for Levi.

"Well that sounds sort of ominous. Did you want to talk about something in particular?" Levi said.

Sam realized he was nervous, which wasn't normal for him. Despite feeling anxious, he forged ahead. "It's about that last text. I had a special request for this weekend."

There was a slight pause from the other side of the line. "Well, color me curious, Sam. What could you be requesting that you would feel the need to call me for?" There was a slight change in the canine's tone. He was being playful.

"You know how we've talked about you being a little rougher?" Sam asked. "I was thinking and, I really want to… do that this weekend one night. We've been together long enough and I know I can handle it."

Levi became serious again on the other end of the line. He sighed. "Babe, I know we've talked about it, and I'll say what I said the last time: I don't want to hurt you or make you regret something like that. When I've done it in the past, it was with a partner that was similar in size to me. It's a headspace that I can get caught up in and I'm worried I'll go too far. I don't need to be overly dominant to enjoy time with you."

Sam sighed. This conversation wasn't going the way he wanted it to. He held the phone away from his face briefly and, without thinking, opened his mouth to speak quietly to himself. "Damn it Levi, I can handle it. I'm not some child."

Sam hadn't really meant to say that out loud, but he had gotten himself worked up prior to the conversation and was suddenly being let down. He had really been hoping the St. Bernard would be willing. They'd been together a year! Surely they were at a point where they could experiment a little bit more. Sam had always fantasized letting the big dog take control, and he couldn't help but think that might not come to pass. He lifted the phone back up to his head, unaware that Levi had been able to hear every word.

Levi was silent. Despite his big friendly appearance, the St. Bernard had a dominant streak. It was something that Sam had only seen once or twice and only in the form of dirty talk. Every time, the canine had seemed like he had more to give, like he was holding back. Sam was ready to see what it was really like to let the dog take charge without any safety net. The man was lost in his thoughts when Levi responded.

"I don't tolerate back-talk."

Sam was immediately drawn back to the conversation. "What?"

Levi repeated himself. "I don't tolerate back-talk. If this is what you want, pup, we'll do it. But everything is on my terms. That's strike one. Three strikes and you get punished. Be a good pup for the weekend and you get rewarded."

Sam found himself getting hard. He adjusted his pants under the table. "So you're willing to do it?" Sam asked, still unconvinced that Levi was willing to play along.

Levi softened for a brief moment. "If this is what you want, then yes. Tell me again, say this is exactly what you want." He waited for Sam's response.

A smile broke out on Sam's face and he responded much louder than intended. "Yes! This is what I want. Thank you, Levi!"

Levi growled through the phone. "Thank you, WHAT?" He said.

Sam sat stunned for a moment. What did the canine want him to say? Realization dawned on him, and Sam spoke in almost a whisper. "Um, thank you… sir?" He added weakly.

"Good." The canine replied. "This weekend, you'll do whatever I say. We're still going to have our anniversary dinner. We're still going to have movie night. But you don't get to do anything without my permission. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir". Sam grew even harder under the table. His cock was pressed up uncomfortably against the fabric of his pants.

"And Sam?" Levi had one last thing to say. "7pm. Don't be late."

The call disconnected with a click. Sam couldn't believe it. The two had carried on this conversation once or twice before, but Levi had always vetoed anything truly serious. It was finally happening though, and Sam's body vibrated in anticipation.

At that moment, Jacob came back into the room and sauntered over to refill his mug. He shot a quick glance at Sam and then at the clock.

"You done with your lunch yet, loverboy?"

Sam smiled weakly at the hyena, unable to stand up without betraying the tent in his pants.

"Yeah, I'll be back out in a few minutes." He smiled as innocently as he could to his coworker and remained in his seat as the hyena walked out with an inquisitive look on his face.

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The rest of the workday was painfully boring now that Sam knew what awaited him over the weekend. He constantly had to drag his thoughts back to the reports on his desk instead of the entirely inappropriate daydreams that flooded his mind. At the end of the day, Sam was itching to be free. He had just enough time to get out of the office and stop by his apartment before heading over to Levi's.

He arrived just 10 minutes prior to the aforementioned deadline of 7pm, which eased any anxiety of showing up late. Sam had made sure to double and triple check everything needed for the weekend, packing his toiletries and several extra sets of clothes. Even so, after pulling into the driveway and stepping up to the front door, he couldn't shake a sudden feeling of anxiety. He quickly opened his bag and ruffled through the contents. There were three shirts, two pairs of pants, and three pair of underwear. Sam's hand rolled over a single jockstrap that he had included for fun, hoping he might get the chance to wear it.

The distracted human jumped in surprise when two large paws landed on his shoulders. Sam regained his composure and tilted his head back until the only thing in his field of vision was a furry muzzle. Levi was standing over him looking down with a gigantic goofy grin. He treated the man to a long lick across the face before exclaiming, "Would ya look at that, dinner has arrived!"

Sam shied away from the tongue immediately and rubbed the saliva from his skin, only to push himself into the fur of his St. Bernard boyfriend. He turned around and could see that Levi was apparently returning from a jog. The shaggy behemoth was shirtless with only a pair of running shorts covering his beastly frame. His red and white fur was damp from sweat, and his lips were parted in a smile while the canine was panting from the exertion.

Levi continued to lean over Sam's smaller frame, and he couldn't avoid the smell of sweat and musk radiating off of the large dog. The St. Bernard reached a paw into the still unzipped bag that Sam had been inspecting and pulled out the jockstrap that lay on top. Levi held it out above his head, inspecting it in the waning daylight. Sam jumped and flailed, reaching upward to try and grab the fabric.

"Hey! Levi, c'mon, put that down! Someone's going to see it!"

The big dog was able to easily keep it well out of reach and held up a second paw, spreading out the relatively small human jockstrap and pretending to examine it. He sniffed it nonchalantly with a quiet snuffle. Sam gave up and stood still. He tapped a foot with impatience, waiting for Levi to finish having his moment. The sweaty St. Bernard eventually lowered it back down and placed it gently back in the bag.

"When we get inside, you're going to put that on and wear it for the entire weekend." He said. Sam stayed quiet. Part of him wanted to protest just to see how Levi would react. Another part wanted to do as he was told. For the time being he decided to acquiesce. It's what he had asked for in the first place, and Sam wasn't about to ruin this moment now that it had finally come to pass.

Content that the man wasn't going to protest further, Levi spun him by the shoulders and ushered him toward the door. Sam walked up to it and felt the canine press against him as he reached over to slide the key in the lock. His body was pressed forward into the wood as Levi leaned against his frame. Sam realized he could feel the dog's perspiration on his back and he took in a deep breath. The smell… the smell was overpowering. Levi took notice and slowed down his movements, taking his time to gently grind his body up against Sam before turning the key.

"Do you like that, Sam?" He whispered. "I figured I could get a quick workout before you came over. Looks like I won't have time to shower before I need to start preparing the food, so you'll just have to deal with it for now." He pressed even more firmly up against Sam's back and the smaller human could feel something else. Levi's broad chest and stomach kept him pinned against the door, but the gentle touch and heat of his swollen member let Sam know that his boyfriend was just as ready for the weekend as he was.

Once the door was open, a firm paw pressed against his back and led him into the house. The moment he was inside, Levi shut the door, locked it, and his paws got to work. The small bag was slid off Sam's shoulder and set gently to the side. Sam tried to turn around, but he was stopped before making the full rotation.

"Don't turn around." Levi barked.

Two paws reached down to the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head, ignoring the buttons. Tough but gentle pads slid over his skin as his arms were lifted up above his head and the fabric finally came free.

Sam grinned. "Already, Levi? I thought we'd at least have dinner MMPH."

A single paw covered his mouth.

"Don't speak, pup. I haven't given you permission to do. Shoes off."

Sam closed his mouth tight and kicked off his shoes without untying them. Next, the paws reached around the front of his pants, unlatching the belt and undoing the button. The large thumbs slipped under the waistband of his pants and underwear, sliding them down to his ankles together. Without instruction, Sam stepped out of the clothing, completely naked save for his socks. Those last remnants of his clothing were removed in the next instant by deft paws. Levi stayed knelt down behind the human, and Sam could feel a warm wet breath on his exposed buttocks.

"Put on the jockstrap." He commanded.

Sam bent over quickly and reached into the bag, picking up the white piece of clothing by the waist-strap. He stepped in slowly and guided it up to his hips, adjusting his package in the form fitting cloth. When he was done, a cold nose slid between his cheeks and snuffled as Levi stood up. He sucked in a quick breath.

"Turn around, pup."

Sam spun around to find Levi had removed his shorts. The St. Bernard stood completely naked with thick furry arms crossed over his chest.

"Kneel down."

Sam sank to his knees and waited. Levi stepped forward, placed a paw on the back of the man's head, and guided his face into his crotch. The red and white fur was damp with a heavy, musky scent, and Sam pressed forward with enthusiasm. He leaned in, firmly guided by the paw behind him as his face pressed against a thick sheath. He rubbed against it, the soft fur caressing his skin. He could feel those heavy orbs swaying, bouncing against his chin as he breathed in deeply.

Levi began to speak while Sam was inhaling his scent and worshiping his body. The heavy paw stayed pressed against the back of his head, forcibly holding him against fur. "This weekend you are to stay close to me, understand? You will do as I say and you will not act, speak, or touch yourself unless I tell you to. Nod if you understand."

Sam's head stayed pressed against the damp fur and he nodded fervently. He could feel that fat sheath pressed against his face. It was heaven.

"Good." Levi forced Sam's head away with a push. He reached over to a small table beside the door and grabbed something Sam hadn't noticed up to this point. It stayed hidden in those large paws until Levi reached forward and wrapped the cool material around his neck, latching it together with a quick tug.

A small leather collar was now wrapped around Sam's neck. He reached up and touched it gently, noting a small silver clasp on one side. If he had a tail, it would have been wagging at this point. He couldn't believe Levi had something like this and hadn't told him. It was too good to be true.

Levi quickly slipped a single digit under the cool material and tugged twice. Sam felt the pull of the collar tighten on his neck and he let out a gentle cough. Satisfied with the device, Levi kept his paw hooked underneath and began to pull his pet along with him toward the kitchen. Sam stood up quickly, but faltered. He felt the pressure rise on his throat and he scrambled to get his footing. Levi turned and raised a bushy eyebrow. The old dog had stopped moving, but he showed no signs of releasing his hold, instead choosing to wait for his prize to adjust. Once Sam was standing, Levi continued and the man padded closely behind him, naked save for the jockstrap.

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Sam played absentmindedly at the collar while Levi worked diligently on their food for the evening. The St. Bernard had begun basic prepping prior to his run and was now well into the final stages of completing the meal. Vegetables were roasting in the oven while meat sizzled and seared on the stove top in a cast iron pan. Prior to cooking, Levi had lifted Sam like a child and placed him bare-ass on the counter, instructing Sam to stay put while he worked. The man simply watched as Levi floated from one counter to the next, seasoning food, preparing the meat, and pouring drinks while wearing nothing but the fur he was born with. His tail flowed back and forth freely, betraying his good mood, and his sheath swayed. It's contents were plump from the recent attention.

Sam's hunger was ever present but only secondary to the lust he felt as he watched his boyfriend work. While the rational part of him knew that he couldn't spend every moment of the weekend between those furry thighs, his second head wanted nothing more than to inhale that scent and spend the next 48 hours worshipping Levi and doing whatever the big dog wanted. He stared as Levi's tail danced on it's own accord and he couldn't draw his eyes away as that beefy frame sauntered from counter to stove. Finally, after what seemed like ages to Sam and likely just a few minutes to Levi, the food was ready. Sam was allowed off the counter and instructed to set the table in preparation for their dinner. He responded quickly with a "Yes, sir."

He carried dinnerware for two, setting a place for both himself and his boyfriend at the table while Levi put the final touches on the meal. Sam placed their drinks and hurried back to his boyfriend who gave him a pat on the ass but didn't say a word. Finally, Levi plated each dish and sat in his chair.

Sam made a move to pull his chair away from the table and sit. It was a little bit awkward sitting down for dinner wearing nothing but a jockstrap, but the wonderful aroma from the table made him forget all about it. As he was adjusting himself in the seat, he looked over to see Levi leaning forward, resting his chin on one paw with an amused look on his face. A single digit of his other large paw was tapping the table.

Sam looked from the dog to his own plate, wondering if Levi was waiting for something.

"What do you think you're doing, pup?" Levi asked with a grin.

Sam wasn't sure what to say. "Well we're eating dinner, right? So I'm, uh, eating?" He questioned.

"Stand up." said Levi. Sam moved out of his seat and stood beside it.

Levi reached forward and hooked a paw under the collar, dragging Sam toward him. "I'm going to eat this delicious meal, but pets don't get to sit at the table." he said matter-of-factly. Sam looked once again at the dish that had been in front of him.

"You want me to just… stand here?" He asked.

"Oh, absolutely not." Levi grinned. With that, he sat back in his chair and spread his legs, lifting one paw off the table and pointing down toward his crotch. "I'm going to enjoy my meal, and you're going to suck my cock, pup. You'll get to eat once I get off, so you better hurry. If you take too long, your food will be cold before you get to eat it."

Sam licked his lips and immediately ducked under the table. He crawled forward on his knees until his head was nestled between Levi's thick furry thighs. He inhaled deeply. The smell of dinner had permeated the house, but now that he was head first in his boyfriend's crotch there was something else. A strong earthy smell emanated from the St. Bernard in addition to the sweat and musk that had accumulated while he had been out on his run. The man dove head first into Levi's soft furry sheath and he nuzzled against it, eliciting a low growl and a "Good boy." from above the table.

Sam went to work. He could hear the soft clink of silverware above him as Levi began to eat his meal, but he tuned the sound out, focusing only on the hidden meat in front of him. He spent a moment longer pressing up against that sheath and the plump orbs below it, giving them gentle but reverent attention. He ran his face through the fur, mingling Levi's scent with his own and willing the flesh to start poking free so he could taste it. His mouth began to water.

In a few moments, he got his wish as a pink tip began to poke free of its prison. Levi was already leaking copious amounts of clear, stringy fluid and Sam lapped it up hungrily. He pushed forward with his tongue, encircling the tip and sucking on it gently. The beast above him hummed happily and Sam was motivated to continue his exploration, dipping down into the ring of that musky sheath as more and more of the St. Bernard's flesh became visible. He savored the moment and the feeling of pressing into the warm, fuzzy undercarriage of his boyfriend. For a while, he was lost in the feeling and the taste as his tongue probed and explored a place he was no stranger to, but was experiencing in a new light. Eventually, he wrapped his lips around the exposed tip and drove downward, forcing the thickening member free and filling his mouth with the salty, sweaty taste of his boyfriend.

There was a gentle grunt above him and Sam could feel the dog's body move with a great inhale. The St. Bernard still said nothing and after a moment's pause, he began working on his meal once more. Sam was less than concerned about his own meal at this point, but Levi had challenged him to finish the job before it got cold, and the man simply couldn't resist. He began working with vigor, driving himself down on the thick pole that was now fully engorged and throbbing between his lips. He slurped and sucked on his real dinner, pressing forward until he could feel the slickened tip pressing against the back of his throat. His tongue was working overtime, sliding over and around Levi's cock, coating it in saliva. Sam covered every inch and would pull back to the tip only momentarily, long enough to lick the fluid oozing from it before pressing forward again and burying the large length as far as he could. Every time he dove down onto that fat length, Sam's face buried itself against Levi's fur and he could feel the tip invading his throat. He forced himself to take deep breaths with each outward motion, willing his body to not choke when that tapered tip slid all the way to the back of his throat. Sam only gagged once, but it was met with a chuckle of laughter from the dining canine above him. It was inevitable when your boyfriend is so large in so many places, and Sam wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

Levi's breathing eventually began to change. His breaths were slower and heavy, and Sam, knowing that this was a good sign of progress but no guarantee of a quick finish, changed his tactics. He reached one hand forward and wrapped his fingers around the fuzzy sack nestled below the sheath. His fingers and palms massaged and tugged on those orbs as his mouth worked, hoping the additional stimulation would mean release for Levi. The dog groaned above him and Sam cheered internally. His tactics were working, and he continued to pump up and down on his boyfriends flesh while his hands coaxed the St. Bernard closer to the edge. By this point, Levi's cock was soaked with spit and pre-cum and his knot was ever apparent as the man's lips slid down the length and bumped into it with every forward thrust. While Sam worked, he could feel a stray paw pressing up into the jockstrap that kept his own package contained. Levi's foot wandered and his toes groped, pushed, and teased the man as he worked. Sam let out his own little moan while his lips were wrapped around Levi's cock and the dog shivered at the humming vibration. Sam could feel the wetness soaking through the front of the jockstrap as the St. Bernard toyed with his erection while he was on his knees.

Eventually, Levi's teasing lessened and his paws were no longer moving which meant Sam's cock was leaking and quivering but his mind was more able to focus on the task at hand. The big St. Bernard had forgotten his meal for the moment. Sam could tell he was inching toward release, but he couldn't let the moment slip by. If Levi regained enough composure to continue finishing his meal, Sam knew he would never be out from under the table in time to enjoy the warm food himself. With that thought, he released his hold on Levi's sack and reached a hand up between those furry thighs to grip something else. With a firm grasp, Sam took a hold of Levi's knot and the dog practically howled. The massive pile of fur was no longer holding on to his silverware but was instead gripping the table in front of him as Sam continued to slurp on his throbbing cock. Sam could tell that Levi was just about ready to explode: there was a tremble between those warm thighs signaling the inevitable climax. Sam was proud of himself and ready for the first meal he would have for the night.

Suddenly, two paws pressed on the back of the man's head and Levi's thighs squeezed together, his cock began to twitch and the dog growled above the table. Sam's head and hand were trapped between those paws and legs while the St. Bernard's cock pulsed and spasmed into the warm mouth it was buried. Sam couldn't breathe and he was unable to move as the dog squeezed from both sides, holding him in place. He helpless against the sudden onslaught of Levi's orgasm. In an instant, his mouth and throat were full of the St. Bernard's salty musky release. Levi let out a gentle howl as he gushed into the depths of his pet's throat, each spasm bringing a rush of fluid and a tightened grip around the small man's head. Sam did his best to ride out the orgasm. There was absolutely no escape from the powerful dog holding his body in place, and Sam was forced to receive everything that he had to offer. Despite his predicament, he continued to grip the knot tightly and swallow as each pulse of fluid hit the back of his throat. Levi's orgasm abated after those short few moments of bliss, leaving Sam with a mouthful of the canine's release.

Levi let out a heavy breath and relaxed his hold on Sam. The man slid off of that thick member and sucked in a deep gasp of air. Sam was still taking deep breaths when Levi placed a paw under his chin. A thick thumb swiped up the cum that dribbled down his cheeks and forced itself into Sam's mouth, opening up his jaw and holding down his tongue with a firm grip. Sam instinctively closed his mouth around that thumb and sucked, but Levi chastised him.

"Don't close your mouth, pup. I want to watch you swallow my seed."

Sam obliged and opened his mouth wide. Levi inspected the man below him and swiped his thumb across his tongue, coating it with the remaining fluid. Sam desperately wanted to close his aching jaw, but Levi held tight and took his sweet time. The man couldn't help but swallow several times while he was held wide open at the mercy of the St. Bernard. Eventually, Levi seemed pleased and released his hold on Sam who continued to catch his breath. He was painfully hard at this point and desperately wanted to reach down to begin pleasuring himself, but he wasn't stupid. He knew that doing so would result in a second strike and possibly punishment.

"Now, pup, you can see what your place is while you're here with me." Levi said from above the table. The St. Bernard glanced down to the hard-on beneath the jock strap and it brought a smile to his muzzle. "And since you've been a good boy, I guess that means you get to have your second dinner, now doesn't it?" Sam smiled back and started to crawl out from under the table but Levi lifted a leg and blocked his way. He used that limb to push Sam back to a centered position between his legs. The man leaned back on his knees for a moment until a paw appeared under the table carrying a plate with silverware. The plate was placed directly in front of the chair where Levi's cock hung limp and still leaking. Sam heard the clink of silverware again, indicating that Levi was finishing up his meal. It was a silent message that Sam wasn't going to be joining the St. Bernard at the table.

Unable to deny his hunger for actual food at this point, he moved forward on his knees to begin eating the meal from the floor. When he leaned forward to begin working on his food, Sam gently lapped at the still leaking meat hanging over it. He didn't know if Levi would take it as a silent acknowledgment to his authority, a thank-you, or something else, but it didn't matter. A paw reached under the table to pat his head gently as he ate.

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When both Levi and Sam were finished eating, the St. Bernard instructed his pet to place the dishes in the sink. Sam did as he was told and not a moment later, he felt a paw hook itself under the collar and begin to drag him toward the bedroom. They reached the door and Levi padded straight through the room, instead heading toward the bathroom. They finally stopped in front of the shower and the big dog reached in to turn the water on. The spray hit floor with a cool splash but quickly began to warm up.

"We're going to take a shower together pup, and you're going to clean me from head to toe. Ears, pits, ass, paws, pads. When we're finished, you're going to brush and dry my fur, thoroughly. We're not going to be done until I'm completely dry."

Levi looked over the man once more. "And take off the jock strap while you're in the shower. You will put it back on the moment you're dry."

Sam was so horny after the meal that he was still leaking, and he desperately wanted to touch Levi's body, but something was holding him back. He watched his mountain of a boyfriend adjust the water temperature one more time before turning and gesturing for him to get in. Sam stood still.

Levi's eyes narrowed. "Get in."

Sam truly wanted to do as he was told for Levi, but he needed to pause for just a moment. He didn't want to get in the shower…

Levi's paw gripped his wrist now. "That's strike two, pup. Get in now before I get angry."

Sam held fast. "But I don't want to…" Levi cut him off.

"The rules for this weekend are VERY simple. You do as I say, full stop."

Sam continued, defiant and firm but worried. "I… don't want to clean you off." He said. "I like the way you smell now."

Levi paused.

He took a moment to digest the comment before a grin spread across his lips. "Is that so?" He asked. "Well then…" He turned the handles until they squeaked tight and the water petered out.

"I'm going to give you exactly what you want."

Levi gripped the collar again and pulled Sam toward the bedroom before directing him up on the bed.

"Get up and lay on your back, you perverted pup. You like smelling dirty ole' musky dogs, do you? Well, lets put that to the test."

Sam crawled up on the bed and laid down on his back as he was told. Levi climbed up and hovered next to him for a brief moment, toying with the man's semi-erection underneath his jockstrap. The dog chuckled and then swung a leg over Sam's chest, straddling his body, trapping his arms at his sides, and facing toward his feet. Sam lay directly beneath the big dog's tail and knew exactly what was about to happen. Levi lifted his tail slightly.

"Deep breath, pup." was all he said.

With that, the St. Bernard descended and Sam felt the fur touch his face before anything else. Eventually, the pressure built as Levi allowed himself to sit directly over his boyfriend's face. Sam felt his head press into the bed as Levi kept some of the weight on his legs to prevent crushing the man completely. Sam reached up and gripped Levi's fur, holding tightly as he pressed up between those furred cheeks, inhaling until there was no more air left to take in. His mind was in a haze as the big dog let his weight force the man down into the mattress.

Sam felt Levi wiggle his ass and could hear a muffled voice from above him. "Well? Give it a taste pup. Don't keep me waiting."

Sam pressed up and out with his tongue, connecting with soft flesh and prodding the skin he couldn't see. After an initial lick he leaned into those cheeks even more, searching and swirling with his tongue on Levi's pink ring of flesh. All other sounds were muffled and they felt a thousand miles away. The dog responded with a rumble of pleasure. Sam felt the rumble vibrate throughout his body but couldn't hear a thing. His face was embedded between Levi's cheek and under his tail. It was blissful. He continued to swirl and run his tongue over that musky flesh, prodding and pushing for entry, tasting his boyfriend in the most intimate way he could imaging.

While he worked underneath Levi's tail, the dog turned his attention to the pouch in front of him, grinding back gently on his human seat while his paws moved forward to tease Sam's cock. He rubbed and kneaded over the fabric as Sam became fully erect, eventually pushing the fabric aside and releasing his cock from the pouch. His pawpads ran over the tender skin, gliding up under the shaft and stimulating the head. He watched Sam leak heavily onto his belly while gently bucking his hips into the touch, clear fluid gathering and sliding across his skin as the man squirmed in pleasure.

Levi lifted himself slightly and could hear Sam take in a deep breath. The man tried to lean forward to his prize again, lifting his head up to meet the fur despite being pinned beneath it.

Levi's paw covered Sam's crotch, engulfing his cock and balls before tightening gently. Sam moaned deeply.

Levi laughed at his needy boyfriend. "Don't you cum yet, pup. You're not allowed to do that until I say so."

With that command uttered, he sat back down, engulfing Sam's face as the man continued to inhale and lick whatever he could reach. Sam's cock was twitching with need now, and he knew that he was dangerously close to being unable to come back from the brink, but he couldn't focus. The teasing from Levi was relentless. It was when the large paws snaked their way between his legs and Sam felt a pre-soaked digit begin to probe his own hole that he tensed and realized he couldn't hold it back. He cried out from his position under the St. Bernard as his stomach became soaked in his own ejaculate, a puddle of sticky, pent up, aroused mess forming and pooling in his belly button.

Levi grunted and lifted off of Sam immediately. The man blushed. He knew there was no way he could have lasted, but Levi had specifically told him not to cum. The canine crawled off of him, finally allowing some room to move.

"That's a shame, pup. I specifically told you not to cum and you did it anyways. That's strike three."

Sam sat up on his elbows and looked at his boyfriend.

"Strike three?" he asked, cautiously. He knew that Levi had warned him he would be punished, but he had no idea what that meant.

"Oh yes, pup. That's strike three. You've talked back to me once, and you haven't done what I asked you to twice, as well. In fact, I've been VERY lenient up to this point."

Sam gulped.

"I suppose, despite the fact that you did what I told you not to do, there's a silver lining."

Sam couldn't help but ask: "A silver lining?"

Levi scooped up a pawful of the cum from the man's belly and began to spread it over his throbbing erection. Sam realized the canine hadn't been hard before they had gotten into the bed.

"Well," he shrugged, "this is the only lube you're going to get."

With that, the canine roughly flipped Sam over onto his stomach and mounted him quickly. With no ceremony or preparation, he slid his cock between Sam's cheeks and pressed forward, growling heavily. His cum-covered cocktip found its mark and broke past the man's ring with a hard thrust. Sam cried out and his body instinctively tried to crawl away, but he had several hundred pounds of fur and muscle pinning him down and he was helpless in an instant. Levi gave another thrust and forced himself in deeper, opening up his boyfriend even further and sliding past his tight walls. The dog hooked his arms underneath Sam's armpits and bit down on his shoulder, teeth indenting skin, but not breaking through. He gave one more thrust before his knot connected with skin and kept him from forcing his shaft any deeper.

Sam let out a moan and a cry as his felt that cock fuck deeply into him. He knew that Levi was leaking profusely. That engorged cocktip coated his insides as the horny beast rested for just a moment before he pulled out, his cock sliding back out of Sam's sore hole with a vulgar noise, only to be forced back in a split second later. The only lubrication was the man's own release, and he was thankful for that, pitiful as it was. Levi bucked his hips and slammed back into the depths of that smooth ass. Sam felt those heavy orbs smack against his backside and he sucked in a breath sharply.

If Levi had been holding back previously, Sam was under no illusion now that the dog had any intentions of being gentle. He tried to breathe normally but had the air forced out of him with every thrust, and Levi panted heavily, drooling over his prize as he jackhammered into that warm, tight hole. Eventually the sting began to give way to greater pleasure, but it was still a euphoria mixed with pain as Sam was penetrated relentlessly, Levi forcing himself in as deep as he could go before sliding out and doing it again. Sam gripped the sheets below him with a white-knuckle intensity as he felt that knot continuously try and force itself into him. He had taken Levi completely before, but it had been a slow, gentle process, one that they had worked up to and prepared for with time, something he hadn't been given the luxury of tonight.

Levi's panting breath was intermixed with grunts and growls of pleasure as he fucked his pet as roughly as he could.

"Fuck, your hole is so tight, pup. You're gonna take my knot tonight. I'm going to breed you like a bitch, just like you wanted." His words were broken by the sound of balls slapping against skin.

Sam found himself pushing back against the thrusts, begging with his body to feel that knot push past his defenses. He wanted to speak, to tell Levi this is what he wanted, that he was at a height of pleasure he'd never felt before, but the words wouldn't come. He grunted as he was fucked, moaning in between thrusts and choking on his words before they left his mouth. Eventually he was able to say something, anything, crying out as Levi forced his body down into the bed.

"Fuck, sir, cum inside me!"

Levi's speed increased slightly and he turned a paw underneath Sam's chest, wrapping it under the man. The filthy slap of skin against skin and the lewd wetness of penetration ended abruptly as he bucked his hips harder than before, holding himself tightly against Sam's ass as his knot slowly spread that ass open and slipped into the man. Sam cried out as Levi forced himself in completely. His body clenched as the St. Bernard then continued his thrusts, fucking that bulb of flesh back and forth between his walls, unable to pull out completely. Sam rode out the final thrusts, stuffed so full and tight with Levi's flesh that his body was rocked back and forth with the motions.

Levi howled and began to throb inside of the man. His load came out in waves of pleasure as Sam lay trapped beneath the shaggy beast, taking every drop the he had to give. Levi continued to thrust heavily with a steady rhythm, forcing his seed deep into the man. It was trapped there, coating Sam's insides, and the two panted in unison, exhausted. Eventually the dog relaxed and let his body fall on top of his boyfriend for a moment until Sam tapped his furred arm, unable to breath. The dog turned on his side, taking the man with him. Levi wrapped his arms around Sam and held him tight, occasionally still thrusting into him. He rode the waves of stimulation as Sam's body would tense up around his member with each little motion, milking it completely.

The two lay that way for a few minutes, basking in the glow of their rough fuck until Sam got the courage to speak up.

"May I speak, sir?" Sam asked.

"Yes, pup, you may." came the response. Sam felt a snuffle of air around his neck as Levi nuzzled into him gently.

"If that's the punishment, I think I may have to act out a few more times over the weekend." He smiled, unable to look at the boyfriend wrapping him up in a blanket of fur.

Levi grunted and moved gently, reaching past Sam and forcing the man to move over slightly while still attached to the large leaking cock inside of him. The canine opened the bedside drawer and pulled out a small object, holding it in his paw in front of Sam's face. He kissed the man on the back of the head.

"That wasn't your punishment, pup. This is."

He held in his hand a small cage. It's purpose was obvious. Levi wrapped a paw around Sam's junk and squeezed gently, eliciting a small groan from the man.

"I told you that you weren't allowed to cum." He said. "We're gonna make sure you don't do that without permission anymore." Sam could tell without looking that the old dog was grinning.

It was going to be a long, wonderful anniversary weekend.