Gimme Some Now
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Hello, and welcome to my 69th story!
This also happens to co-incide with my 80,000 submission views, but how could I forego celebrating the ultimate number of them all? Thus, this piece of smut is for you all, an official celebratory story for 70 submissions and 80,000 views shall follow in due time. Now, though, here's still for y'all to enjoy, a nice little break from my serial writing.
If you have any comments, please drop a few words when you're done. It will help me to become a better writer and the comments also amuse me greatly. Faves, votes and other attentions are also appreciated.
Have a good read and happy pawings!
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*Ding-dong!*
Wyatt's ears perked as he heard the doorbell ring, rousing the German Shepherd from his TV-induced stupor. The brown-furred canine yawned and turned his head to look towards the direction of the front door and saw a dark shape beyond the frosted glass window. The sight was followed by the incessant chime of the doorbell, ringing once again.
"Ugh, coming!" Wyatt got up from the couch and shuffled over.
The T-shirt-wearing Sheppie opened the front door, revealing...
"Is Carter home yet?" a gruff voice spoke, coming from a black maw belonging to...
"Jake, hi," Wyatt snuffled, flicking an ear at the sight of the Rottweiler.
"Hello, Wyatt," the Rottie replied, staring the canine down with his dark eyes. "Carter coming back soon?"
"Uhh...," the Sheppie glimpsed at the digital wall clock before turning back to face the Rottweiler again. "About forty-five minutes, I guess."
"That's ok," Jacob excused himself and entered the house, walking past Wyatt and sauntering towards the living room where the TV was still on and showing some show about monster trucks.
Wyatt watched the Rottie going and snuffled to himself before closing the door behind them and joining the canine on the living room. He walked past the small coffee table holding a currently unlit lamp and sat down to an armchair opposite to the couch and kept one eye fixed on the seated Rottie. His other eye made idle glimpses to the television with its racy electric guitar riffs and monster trucks spewing fire from their exhaust pipes while they smashed punier cars into oblivion.
Jacob yawned and scratched his belly that was covered by a black T-shirt that did little to cover his muscular torso. In fact the shirt seemed to fit so well that it could as well been another layer of skin on the buff Rottie's frame. Wyatt was sure that he could count abs if he tried.
"Where's Carter?" the Rottie inquired again.
Wyatt snuffled.
"He's out, like I said."
"Where is he then?" the Rottie replied lazily, glaring over to the Sheppie sitting nearby.
"He went out to get a new front wheel to his bicycle, and he said he'd be out for an hour and he's been gone for about twenty minutes, so I'd imagine he's back in about forty," Wyatt spoke in a low rumble.
"I thought we agreed he'd be here around five when I come over," the Rottie grunted and scratched his belly some more, going down all the way down to his waistline that was adorned by a brown belt keeping up his jeans.
"Well some bozo had backed over his bike back at work and I had to fetch him from work, and he left on the car to get a new wheel once we had coffee and sandwiches together," the Sheppie spoke, rubbing his own chin thoughtfully.
"But he knew I was going to come over at five," the Rottie replied, seemingly unhappy with the explanation.
"I know, we talked about it," Wyatt spoke in reply.
The Rottie flicked an ear and squinted.
"You talked about what?" he grunted.
"You coming over," Wyatt shrugged. "I was going to wash the dishes and leave out for a bike ride and come back around half past six."
Jacob batted the couch with his tail and snorted.
"Well, since he's late, we're gonna be later, so you better stay until...half past seven," Jacob shrugged.
Wyatt frowned.
"That's a lot later than usual," he spoke quickly.
"And that fucking matters what, Wyatt?" the Rottie bared his teeth briefly, showing the slightly yellow canines for the Sheppie.
Wyatt's tail flicked behind himself on the chair as he felt that sight and the sound of the Rottie's growling get into him a little, making his spine tingle. He looked down to the floor and folded his ears.
"That's what I thought," the Rottie rumbled.
"Yeah, sorry," Wyatt husked.
Jacob laughed hollowly and smacked the side of the couch with his heavy paw.
"Little housewife again," the Rottie smirked. "How sweet of you, Wyatt. I'm sure Carter appreciates."
Wyatt swallowed and dared to take a glimpse at the seated Rottie from his slung-down position.
"Yeah, he does."
"I bet he does," Jacob snorted roughly, pulling a leg up onto the couch so that he could scratch it a little.
The movement exposed his crotch fully for Wyatt, and the Sheppie couldn't help but notice a large bulge in the front of the jeans the Rottie was wearing, big and heavy-looking, just like Carter's, was. That was where the similarities ended, for Carter was a wolf, grey-furred and a bit taller than the slightly squat Rottweiler currently occupying their couch. Even from this distance away Wyatt smelled the big canine's musk, how imposing it was, strong and layered. It consisted of ball musk and sweat and a definite hint of the pungent smell of cum, and then something else, something sour, and then there was something sweet, too, all making for a very powerful scent being excreted into the environment by the Rottweiler. It made him swallow again.
Jacob was still scratching, taking his time on the act. His eyes turned to Wyatt's direction, and he scowled.
"You staring at my junk again?" the snuffled, but made no move to hide anything that might be visible.
Wyatt's cheeks flushed.
"No, Jacob," he spoke quickly and quietly.
"It seemed to me that you did," Jacob snorted, his paw now rubbing the front of his jeans openly.
Wyatt really tried not to look, he really did, but still, his eyes couldn't help but wander to the sight of the bid canine playing with himself through the cloth of his pants. He seemed to be kneading his sheath through the fabric, really using some strength in it, too, because Wyatt could see the muscled arm bulge slowly.
"Doesn't matter...you probably can't get enough of Carter's cock, so you have to look at any cocks that might come to your direction," Jacob licked his lips wetly. "He fucked you often today?"
Wyatt's cheeks exploded with heat, and he felt his own sheath swell despite his best efforts to stay calm and mannered with the Rottie. His doggie cock throbbed and felt heavy, and to top that off, the hidden pucker under his tucked-away tail clenched, too, reminding him of the two knottings his rump had already endured today for the pleasure of his mate, Carter. The involuntary movement sent a twinge of discomfort through his belly, but he didn't want to show it, instead the Sheppie simply sat as he was, holding his gaze down.
Jacob simply laughed.
"I asked you a question, Wyatt."
Wyatt breathed out deeply, hoping he wouldn't have been stuck in the house with Jacob. Maybe he could simply take an early call and take his bike and ride away, no matter how that might aggravate the soreness in his Sheppie ass. Anything to get away from the imposing figure sitting so close to him, smelling so strong and causing him to become aroused despite his best judgment.
"I'm waiting."
He was still kneading his sheath and his balls, rubbing his big paw against his junk slowly to make the flesh within become firm and hot and dripping with his canine juices in no time, even if it was confined to the clothed prison of his jeans.
"Uhh...two...two times, Jake."
"Isn't that cute, Jake..," the Rottie in question snorted, poking his hidden cock with his fingertips. "And just twice? Carter must've been feeling bored with your ass today, Wyatt. How's that old sloppy cunt doing anyway?"
Wyatt flinched at the words being used to describe his precious tailhole, but he did not show this discomfort other than keeping his ears flat against his skull.
"Yeah, I bet even an ass hound like Carter sometimes finds the same old manpussy a bit of a chore...think he went out to get some new one, Wyatt?" Jacob leered at the hunched Sheppie, still scowling and grinning rudely.
"He went to get a new wheel, the old one was bent into half," Wyatt sighed.
"He sure likes bending things into half...especially asses he wants to shove his cock into...his ten inch cock, Wyatt...," Jacob made a rude slurping sound with his tongue as he spoke.
Wyatt's cock throbbed hotly against his belly, despite his best efforts not to get excited by the Rottie's dirty talking. His tail wagged slowly against the leather armchair, but his ears were still flat, and he wouldn't meet Jacob's eyes when the Rottie spoke to him.
"Still, it's my doggie bone that's the only one that gets shoved into that wolf's tight little rump," Jacob continued his lewd musings, fully stroking his junk now for his own benefit, although the Sheppie wasn't left without his glimpses.
Wyatt felt his ears become heated with his embarrassment as he listened to Jacob's narrative, trying his best to keep calm and stay civil and simply wait for Carter. Carter could handle Jacob much better than he did, and then he could go out and leave the two canines to be together, and he could have his peace.
"You know he tells me to shove it knot deep into his ass and then asks me to fuck him so hard that my balls are gonna slap his ass with every thrust until he cums without ever having his cock touched...and it keeps bouncing and swaying there and shooting doggie batter everywhere, and I still keep fucking that tight ass until I blow my own load into that tight little hole..."
"Jacob..." Wyatt whispered.
"And guess what? Then he begs for some more, wags his tail even with my cock still knotted up that tiny little asshole I've torn open, and he looks at me and begs for some more, pouts and whimpers and really begs for it like he's cock crazy. And I guess he is since he wants it so badly."
Jacob snorted.
"No wonder he isn't interested in letting you pound his butt, ever," Jacob grunted. "I wouldn't let a bitch like that get near my ass, ever, even if I'd be a bottom. Well, there ain't a chance of that happening anyway since you're a total cock hound, aren't you? Hell! Do you even get hard when you imagine someone face down and ass up on a bed, their tail raised and showing off their junk and a hot little wrinkled pucker winking at you? Don't you wanna just shove your dick in there into that tight hole and fuck the shit outta that ass? Or are you simply so puny that you're nothing but an oversized little bitch?"
Wyatt breathed out heavily, baring his teeth briefly in the process of getting the stale air out of his lungs.
"Yeah, thought so...you only get off when you've got a real male inside your tail or your muzzle, dontcha?" the Rottie laughed, loud, sharp and humourless.
Wyatt's paws clenched as he whispered again.
"I'm his."
Jacob flicked his ears and smacked the armrest of the couch with his broad, open paw.
"Louder!" the Rottie snorted. "Don't you even know how to address your superiors, Wyatt? Talk to me like a man, even if you're just a lousy piece of tail Carter for some reason keeps wanting to pound down."
"I'm...his."
"Louder!" Jacob yelled. "Let me hear it!"
"I-AM-HIS!" Wyatt's head rose as he shouted, his voice coming out as a near bark as he bellowed out, his tail flipping, his ears still flat and his paws pressed against his thighs, curled into fists.
Jacob smirked lopsidedly.
"Yeah, yeah, I know how you won't even go to the bathroom even without his order when Carter decides so," the Rottie snorted. "Worthless piece of tail."
"I'm worth to him," Wyatt's ears perked as he spoke, his head held up now, as proud as he'd ever be. "If I gotta be a bitch then I'm his."
Jacob still idly played with his junk while stared down the Sheppie, frowning with a dangerous look on his eyes.
"That right?"
"Yeah," Wyatt snorted. "Yeah."
His eyes widened at the sight of the Rottie's paw being stuffed into his jeans now, pushed under his belt and then directly into the big bulge on the front the canine had been groping before. Jacob snorted and bared his teeth as he felt himself up and grunted.
"How'bout you show it to me, Wyatt, to get me going for your bitchy mate?" the Rottie leered.
Wyatt's tall ears flicked and he stared at the self-pleasuring Rottie, unsure of what had been just spoken.
"You heard me!" Jacob snapped. "Lemme see that Sheppie ass Carter likes fucking so much, maybe my cock'll like it too."
The buff Rottie snorted and dug deeper into his jeans, probably to rub his big cum-filled balls of fire.
Wyatt shook his head quickly and felt himself oddly small as he sat there on the big armchair, being stared down by the horny, dark-eyed male. His own cock stood rock hard and leaky in his own track pants, flopping against his belly heavily. The Sheppie tilted his knee up so as to make sure that the Rottie would not see what was going on there, and held his head down.
"I don't really think I should.," the Sheppie tried.
Jacob grunted and bared his teeth, hissing between them as he spoke, ears flat and dangerous.
"And what's Carter gonna say about it? Show his teeth at me? That wolf's a bitch as soon as he even smells my cock," Jacob boasted while groping himself good.
Wyatt's breath wavered as he realized that trying to reason with the aggressive Rottweiler was neigh on impossible. His heart beat too fast for comfort and his maw felt dry, and despite the hint of anger and plenty of fear he felt, his cock remained hard and pulsing against his belly, barely hidden by the clothing he wore.
"Go on, then. Show me the ass."
"Jake..."
The Rottie jumped up to his footpaws and was standing over him in an instant, huge paws clenching down on Wyatt's arm and shoulder. Wyatt yelped from the hardness of the touch that was sending a jolt of pain through his arm, causing him to bare his teeth and growl with discomfort and fear.
"Bitch..." spit foamed in Jacob's maw when he yanked on the seated Sheppie and forced him up minutely before he was showed down back to the armchair, the leather making a squishing noise when he landed on his knees on the low chair.
"Jake!" Wyatt yelped.
"Fucker," the Rottie growled, his paws taking a hold of Wyatt's arms and twisting them behind his back securely.
Jacob was on the chair before Wyatt had any time to try and squirm himself out of the trouble he had gotten himself into, pushing himself against the pinned Sheppie with all of his considerably bulk. His massive thighs hugged the Sheppie down from below his waist while his strong paws finished the job from above, rendering the whole canine unable to move out of the Rottie's reach now. Wyatt gasped as he felt hot breath on his neck, followed by teeth pressed against the scruff of fur there, and most of all, he felt the heavy presence of the Rottie's big bulge of a cock on his back. That length of canine flesh pressed directly over his spine, just above his tail that had gone limp and hung uselessly between his legs while he was held down by the dominant male. Wyatt's breaths came out in hot pants, too quick for comfort, while the Rottie's were heavy and moist. It caused Wyatt's shirt to cling against the back of his neck, adding another reason for the pinned Sheppie to shiver.
Jacob growled deep in his throat and snarled when Wyatt yelped upon the release of his neck scruff. The canine pushed his hips more firmly against the struggling Sheppie's back and tilted his head back minutely before he spat loudly. A heavy splat of hot, slick saliva landed on top of Wyatt's head and immediately started to trickle down, spreading the heat while the Sheppie could do nothing but whimper upon the rough treatment and the feeling of that massive cock pressed onto his back.
"Jake, please..." the Sheppie pleaded desperately, too afraid to turn and look at the panting Rottie in a feeble attempt to make him release the doggie from his despair.
"Told you that I'd get your ass if I wanted to," Jacob snorted, leaning near Wyatt's ear and speaking roughly into it, finishing his rude remark by biting on the ear, hard.
Wyatt bellowed out with the sharp pain and fear and felt the Rottie's hips jammed against his vulnerable ass. Jacob's knees dug into his sides and held him still, and there was nothing the Sheppie could do anymore to escape from his trapped position. More drool dribbled against his head and made the short furs there feel damp and uncomfortable, especially when Jacob's breaths landed on it, too.
"It's not yours," Wyatt complained.
"I've got Carter's tight little rump, bitch," Jacob growled into the ear he had molested with his teeth. "And since he has yours, then your ass is his, and that wolf's ass definitely belongs to me, and since you've got the wolf's ass, yours is MINE!"
Wyatt's cock throbbed against his pre-stained belly despite the muddled logic being slurred into his bitten and slickened ear. The rough treatment turned him on inexplicably, tugging on the submissive strings in the Sheppie's addled brain and causing his cock to remain fully hard. It also kept his tight little tailhole clenching uncontrollable, sending little surges of heat through his belly for the prospect of possibly being split open by the Rottie's bulky member. He hadn't been fucked by anyone except Carter during their relationship, whole three years without any other piece of hard, pink flesh passing through his puckered anus and into his tail tunnel. The wolf's big cock had churned his insides countless times, marking him with his cum, most often deposited deep into the Sheppie's ass, sometimes sprayed all over his rump and his balls and sometimes the horny wolf might even shove the still-spurting cock into Wyatt's awaiting maw and deposit his hot load there where it belonged, inside his mate. The idea of a foreign cock pressing against his hole and spreading his tailhole open with its blunt, big tip before making a slick entry into his well-used rump and pounding it hard was oddly exciting for the Sheppie despite him knowing that he had promised for the wolf that there would be nobody else.
Whether Carter had suggested that the Rottie did such a thing, the subby Sheppie did not know. There he was, being pushed down by Jacob, the huge, rough canine who had always been there, on the side, hovering about the relationship between the wolf and the Sheppie and playing his odd influence in them both. Usually it was limited to lone bike rides Wyatt took when he didn't want to be a witness to the dirty romps between his mate and the Rottie. Sometimes Jacob caught him unaware and enjoyed taunting the secretly bitchy Sheppie with his dirty words and suggestions while waiting for Carter to show up and provide him with what he wanted, that being the wolf's rarely visited ass. The Rottie had never suggested having the Sheppie, though, but now he was here, grinding his stuff against the canine's exposed and vulnerable butt. He was practically humping Wyatt's ass, pushing his cock firmly into his back and keeping it stroked with the rocking thrusts of his hips to keep himself nice and slick and aroused while teasing the pinned doggie ruthlessly.
Jacob was licking and drooling against Wyatt's neck and the top of his head, putting his scent and his slickness everywhere while he dry-fucked his bitch slowly. His paws still held onto Wyatt's arms by the wrists, making sure that he could not lash out against the rough Rottie.
"How'bout it now, Wyatt?" Jacob went on, speaking so quietly that Wyatt had to strain to hear everything that was spoken. "You prefer this to what I asked before...you could've just pulled down those pants..."
The Rottie's hips were showed against Wyatt's exposed rump, grinding slowly from side to side as he enjoyed the friction and pressure on his hard, fully swollen cock.
"...you could've just showed me that brown little ass and hiked your tail up and showed me that slutty little tailhole and then I would've let you go...but you disobeyed me...what would Carter say?"
Wyatt almost opened his maw to speak but was stopped by the feeling of teeth against his neck, huge jaws opening and then closing around his neck to hold onto him, keeping him steady. A gargling sound escaped from his throat while he was held, physically and mentally, in the grip of the dominant Rottweiler, completely in control of his body. Wyatt felt himself fall slack in Jacob's possessive clutch on him, unable to move except for the laborious breathing.
Jacob noticed the Sheppie slumping against himself and laughed, sending rumbling vibrations through Wyatt's neck. One of his paws slipped away from Wyatt's arm and then over to his belly and down, coming to a rest against a bulge he discovered there. Jacob snorted when he felt up the length of fully hard doggie cock, knot and all.
"You're enjoying this a lot, Wyatt...you're creaming your pants and I don't even have a cock in your manpussy yet..."hot dribbles of saliva fell over Wyatt's head and his folded ears when Jacob pressed his chin on his skull and breathed hard and rough.
Wyatt's heart fluttered and his cock pulsed, even if he felt uncomfortably pressed against the back of the chair, and his neck prickled from where he had been held, and every breath through his nose brought in a fresh dose of Rottie musk, Sheppie pre-musk and general smell of rut and rough doggies. Jacob squeezed his knot through the soft fabric, causing the pinned Wyatt to sigh helplessly.
"Jake!" he tried in vain, only to be stopped by the splatter of spit against his nose.
Wyatt snorted to get the wetness out of his nose and felt another rough shove into his rump, practically squashing the hot rump with the strength of his hard movement.
"Maybe I'll humour you then...," Jacob snorted. "You know I don't usually do females, but I might just make an exception here with you, pup..."
Wyatt's cheeks flared to an even hotter fire when he heard himself referred to in that way. He might've been a sub, okay, yeah, he lifted it happily for his mate and took it like a man, but being called a female and even a pup was almost too much for him to take, especially coming from the bully Rottie who was practically fucking him even then. Wyatt wondered how it'd be like to get Jacob's cum all over his back, painting a white streak of submission all over him and marking him as an used bitch.
Jacob's chest pressed hard over Wyatt's back when he finally released the remaining paw and moved his own paw to the Sheppie's hip. Jacob growled and gave it a firm squeeze before he moved again, and he also let the Sheppie's cock to be in peace for now, too, while both of his paws found Wyatt's waist and then, to his terror, slipped under his waistband and gave him a firm tug.
"Jake!" Wyatt yelped as he felt his sheath and his tail catch on the elastic of his track pants as they were pulled down roughly by the Rottie, revealing the twin globes of his brown-furred ass for the Rottie to see. Wyatt's cock sprung free and bounced against his belly with a wet smack and stained the fabric with his pre that was drooling freely out of his swollen cock. The air brushed against his knot and caused him to moan quietly, ever the more when he felt Jacob's paw close around his tail and giving it a hard yank to free it from the hole at the back of the roughly removed pants.
"No underwear...," Jacob tsk-ed when he finished pulling down the Sheppie's black track pants and put his paws back to where they belonged, on either side of the canine's rump. "Naughty..."
Then came a smack, on both sides, one from each paw and one for each glute, a slap more properly, enough to make Wyatt yelp with surprise and sharp pain without being of eye-watering quality. Jacob immediately clasped each of the roughly handled ass cheeks and squeezed on them hard, pulling the two halves of that exposed rump apart. The tips of his thumbs dug into the muscle and he grinned at the sight of the Sheppie's tail, tugged between his legs to protect whatever strange sense of modesty remained in the subdued canine.
"Bet Carter wants you to be ready to take it up the ass whenever he wants...that's why you don't wear underwear, right?" Jacob pushed on the ass cheeks under his palms now, pressing the two butt cheeks together and jamming them against the length of fluffy tail crossing over the doggie's crack.
Something incoherent left Wyatt's muzzle, making the Rottie chuckle and release the rump he was holding. He grabbed onto that slinky tail and pulled it up to reveal everything for his leering eyes. He held onto that tail, its tip flailing, even when he stared down the Sheppie's taint and took in the sight of the doggie's ball sac and the crevice between his two rump cheeks that terminated on the base of his tail. The pink spot of wrinkled muscle was snugly hidden there from direct view, but now there was nothing protecting Wyatt's tailhole from the Rottie's rough gaze.
"My, my...pretty and pink, like Carter's...and clean, too, I bet..."
His free paw left from Wyatt's rump and landed further down on the doggie's crack before thick fingers moved between the two halves of that submissive ass until they came to a rest just below the tailhole. Wyatt's breaths became ragged pants when he felt a single fingertip rub over the sensitive skin of his pucker. The touch made the tender flesh clench visibly, not something that the Rottie's eyes could miss.
"And damn...wet like a pussy should be..." thick fingertips rubbed over the slick little hole and were then brought up to Jacob's eye level.
The black canine rubbed his fingertips and sampled the viscosity of whatever he had gotten over his paw, and then sniffed briefly before he snorted.
"Vaseline...and is it cum that I smell?" the Rottie sniffed his paw again, "ahhh...yes busy wolf...and...a good choice on the lube, bitchy...stays in well and makes for a nice, greasy fuck...you like it greasy?"
Wyatt didn't answer, and his silence brought another jam of the Rottie's cock against his back, and a shove to his hips that threatened to send the chair falling over. It also had the effect of rubbing Wyatt's cock against the leather upholstery of the chair, leaving a trail of pre there as a reminder of his humiliation.
"Guess I gotta fuck the answer out of you, pussy," Jacob snickered, giving hefty swats to the thigh-hugged and aching rump and making Wyatt yelp meekly at the combined feeling of being slapped, held down and poked in the ass with a cock big enough to probably do serious damage if not properly used.
Jacob just chuckled still, darkly.
"Get it...out of you pussy...your pussy!" the unimaginably amused Rottie chuckled at his own masterful pun and ground his hard dick on the Sheppie's ass.
"Jake, please, you don't have to..."
"Sure as FUCK I gotta do it now that you got me all fired up, Wyatt," Jacob replied in a snort, leaving the rump to be for a brief moment.
Wyatt's ears flicked as he heard the jingle of a belt buckle, and for a brief moment he realized that he was not being held down since not even the Rottie's knees were upon him. Nonetheless, the canine didn't move at all, instead he only breathed heavily and stayed as he was, propped on his knees on the chair with his paws hanging limply over his sides and with his hard cock pressed against the backrest.
Jacob didn't climb back to the chair, though, but instead he remained standing once he had kicked off his jeans and stood there. His imposing ten inches of Rottie cock stood up as proudly as the rest of the dark, buff canine, his muscles on his arms and his back and his ass bulging as he studied the rump held at the perfect height by the subby doggie's current posture. His knot was fully formed and the size of an apple, and the blunt, heavy tip of that same cock leaked a steady little trick of precum down his pink, veined shaft and onto the floor. The air was filled with sex musk, Jacob reeked of it, of sweat and cum and sex after shooting so much pre into his by now soaked boxers that lay in the dirty heap that were his jeans nearby.
"I can kinda see why Carter likes pounding you, Wyatt, but dunno if I wouldn't have gotten bored in three years," he grunted, rubbing his chin as he contemplated on the sight of the round butt in front of him.
Jacob shuffled closer to the armchair-bound Sheppie and got down to his own knees, his cock bobbing in front of him while he settled onto his haunches. His paws caught a hold of the Sheppie's tail, hanging limply slightly to the side so as to keep his taint fully in the view, while Jacob's other paw caught a hold of the dangling ball sac between the Sheppie's parted legs. Jacob grinned as he heard the slutty moans coming as a result of the firm squeezes he gave to both parts of subby Sheppie anatomy. Wyatt's cock squirted some watery pre down to the seat of the leather armchair, pooling into one of the little studded crevices in the brown leather while he was practically milked by Jacob's teasing paw.
"Yeah, it's all connected...when I pull here...," the Rottie observed as he squeezed on the hard dick in his paw, "your tailhole winks at me...guess it's missing something to stick in there..."
Jacob leaned over and sniffed and snuffled over the Sheppie's crack and taint, enjoying the musk on his nose while he travelled up, tracing a trail of scent all the way to the pucker exposed now that the bothersome tail was held out of the way. He peered curiously at the pink, glistening portal of flesh and chuckled.
"All puffy and puckered up and reeks of old cum...he sure must've given you a good workout down here...let's see...yes..."
Wyatt shivered when he felt the Rottie's cold nose press against the base of his tail just a wink of an eye before the very same canine's tongue rasped its way a short way over his taint before slurping wetly over his tailhole. The abused muscle pulsed and puckered tightly shut, and Wyatt moaned loudly at the feeling of that hot flesh washing over his hole, once, twice, three times before he felt a heat of yet another gob of spit being deposited on his person by the Rottie. Jacob made an odd gargling sound and huffed, hot air flowing over Wyatt's sensitive crack and balls. He couldn't help the shivers from coming again, and his tail flailed in the Rottie's tight grip. Fingertips idly massaged the head of his doggie cock, keeping it fully hard and leaking more and more copious amounts of pre-cum onto the ruined armchair.
"Hmmm...someone hasn't washed since his last little fun session, now, how rank is that?" the Rottie snorted and snuffled and chuckled before pressing his muzzle between Wyatt's ass cheeks again and seeking the little hole with his tongue.
The hot, wet tip of that slick muscle stroked circles around the pink anus, making it even wetter and hotter than before, and a small dribble was already going down along his taint and over to his balls, wetting everything with the Rottie's spittle while he slobbered over the tightly closed hole.
"Hmmmph!" Jacob's head tilted away from the mauled rump and he made a face before licking his lips and letting his tongue loll out of his maw, "You tickle...well., no wonder...you got all these small little black hairs here...I see someone hasn't shaved their pussy, either...well I like that...always good to dive into a funky little hole that's leaking some spunk and scoop of your own juices straight from that gaping little pussy hole, yeah..."
Wyatt almost wailed when he felt the tongue come upn him again, attacking his hole with new fervour as the Rottie licked and prodded the hairy tailhole, trying to make it relent its control and let the slick muscle pass into the closed tight channel beyond. Jacob's paw stroked slowly along Wyatt's cock, making him moan and gush out more pre even when his tailhole wasn't eaten out by the snorting and roughly breathing horny bastard going lip locked with his rump.
His ringed muscle pulsed under the oral assault, trying to keep it from invading his rectum. His cock throbbed madly with each lick and lap on his puckered hole, causing tremors of pleasure and for his own tongue to hang out of his muzzle, too. The tongue soon felt dry as he breathed, panting, out of his maw, trying his best to keep his breathing steady while Jacob used him for his own pleasure, as a strange subb y substitute for the canine he had come over to fuck.
He was fucking alright even now, his tongue making strong pushes against the Sheppie's anus to make it yield for him. The pulsing motions coaxed by the teasing were having the desired effect, though, for soon Jacob snorted and huffed and spoke rudely, his voice muffled by the fact that his face was buried between the Sheppie's ass cheeks.
"Yeah...hmmphphphp..." the Rottie slurped. "There we go...good...hmmhphphph Carter...hmhmhhm..."
Wyatt moaned as he realized that Jacob was not only licking him but now he was also eating him out, tasting Carter's cum directly from his anus. Cum was seeping out of his well-bred rectum in little globs held warm by his body temperature, completely runny inside his hot tail tunnel the Rottie obviously planned on sticking his cock into very soon. His poor ring-shaped muscle clenched around the tongue trying to stick into him and made Jacob growl briefly, and drool an ever-increasing stream of saliva both into the Sheppie's rump and down his taint. The spit washed over his balls and dribbled to the chair, making the leather appear even darker than it really was. All the while the dark canine kept playing with his cock, making the subby dog whimper pitifully whenever he pinched the super-sensitive tip between fingerpads and squeezed as hard as he could.
Jacob left the Sheppie's tailhole with a lewd and loud slurping motion, and he let his tongue hang out for the brief moment he watched the tight anus clench back into its old pursed, closed shape, stained by spit and the black hairs now sticking into the pink, bare skin of the Rottie's new favourite toy...for now, that was. The hole he now knew to taste great and funky was also now perfectly sloppy and simply looked like it was begging for some proper attention now, and who else was there who could better provide that than the Rottie and his ten inches of cock as thick as the Sheppie's wrist?
"Hang on," Jacob grunted as he got up from his knees and pushed his hips directly against Wyatt's, his cock lodging into the sloppy crack and causing both of them "hmhmhhph!" quietly.
"Ja-Jake..."
"Keep holding onto that fucking chair or I'll put you on your belly on that fucking floor and fuck you flat ,you bitch!" Jacob thrust his cock up and down that horny little crack, his hips pushing the Sheppie's so that his back arched in a very fuckable manner.
The Rottie's paws clasped onto Wyatt's wrists again and guided his own shaky paws onto the sides of the backrest and gave them firm purses to signal where he wanted the Sheppie to hold them while he'd be split into half by the cock even now dwelling between his tainted butt cheeks.
"Good pup," Jacob grumbled and ran his own paws along Wyatt's sides, feeling him up until they came to a rest just above the pinned doggie's hips.
"Gonna take good care of you, like I always do of my bitches...dontcha worry...you won't be walking for a week but you'll know that I took good care of you..."Jacob rolled his hips from side to side, grinding his thick, baton-like meat on the Sheppie's taint.
Jacob pulled his hips back and with a careful alignment of the angle he managed to lodge his bulky tip against the pink hole he had already treated to a hot tongue bathing earlier. The hole gave away enough for the thick tip not to slip away when his rigid cock bent a little from the force of his initial push, the one he did to show that soon that same flesh would be pierced open by that immense length of cock ready to plunder into the Sheppie's ass. Wyatt bit his lip and moaned quietly at the feeling of his flesh being violated, at the presence of a cock even bigger than his mate's, pressed directly into his anus, his tailhole perfectly lubed up with a frothy mixture of cum, Vaseline and Jacob's spit.
"Yah...ohh yeah...gonna open that tightly little fuck hole..."
A few thick drops of saliva fell on Wyatt's back when Jacob leaned over and propped himself on his paws spread over Wyatt's back just when he flicked his own tail and began to push. Every piece of strength in his body was channelled into the thick length of cock jutting out of his groin, the center of his manhood, now poised and pushed against that vulnerable spot of the Sheppie's anus. Its ring-shaped muscles had no hope of fighting such an intrusion, there was no way he could resist that much strength and desire when the slippery cock pushed against his tailgate and wouldn't relent its pressure.
"There we go...let's fill that hole..."
Both canines grunted when the first inch of Jacob's cock entered into Wyatt's body, slipping past any futile resistance and making its way through his convulsing flesh easily, spreading the muscle wide open to make way for the rest of that immense cock. The Rottie drooled and grunted as he felt the muscles of the two consecutive rings massage around the rim of the tip of his cock, milking him for pre to shoot into the tainted tunnel while he stood still for a few moments before pushing again. He forced another two inches of himself into the sucking orifice, forcing Wyatt's experienced body to simply take everything he was planning to put in it.
Wyatt could only do ever so much at relaxing his hole to let the cock pass in, for it was bigger than what he was used to, and its user had very little patience, it seemed, because every grunt-inducing push was followed by another inch being jammed under his tail, into his rectum. Fiery pain mixed with pleasure as he was stuffed full, the feeling growing with every second that passed with a cock inside his ass.
After about five inches or so, the bread head squashed against Wyatt's prostate, causing his cock to jump in its position between his trembling legs while he tried to take the hard pile drive of a big throbbing cock into his tailhole. His innards tightened momentarily upon the feeling, making the invading Rottie growl and grunt when he felt the ring-shaped hole squeeze around the thickest part of his cock.
"Uhh, yes, nice and tight and smooth, pup..."
Jacob jabbed his hips forward an inch or two, causing his swaying balls to smack against Wyatt's with an audible sound. The soft, fuzzy skin made contact with the slick skin and fur of Wyatt's sac, creating momentary slick fiction before the sex progressed. The Rottie felt the Sheppie's back tense with the signature telltale mixture of pain and pleasure while he pushed more and more of himself into Wyatt's ass until his knot, the huge ball of flesh, finally touched against the slickened and spread open hole that was Wyatt's pucker. He was now filled to the brim and plugged from the outside with that big knot, and the tip of that cock was buried deep into his ass, pushing against places rarely reached, perhaps only when Carter was especially playful and liked to break out the toy chest.
The Rottie rested on his mount for a while, leaning over his back to chew at the scruff and skin of Wyatt' neck while he took a moment to savour the feeling of having his cock sheathed into such a slick and warm and tight backside. Wyatt was obviously a very experienced bottom who could taken him without trouble and still remained tight, not just a sloppy hole that could take anything. He took the every inch stuffed into his rectum and only reacted with soft growls and whimpers, and stayed as he was, his ass held up a little, his head tilted down as he panted ,his back curved perfectly for Jacob to hold while he was doing exactly what he wanted.
"Hot little bitch...yessshhhh..."
Jacob reaffirmed his hold on the Sheppie's hips before he pulled out momentarily, a few glistening pink inches revealed before they were placed back into Wyatt's awaiting ass, again filled perfectly with the cock that pulsed, leaked and jumped in its tight sleeve of a tailhole. The first initial thrusts were slow and shallow, but the drooling devil mounting the Sheppie was beyond much patience. He wanted to fuck and to breed ,that's what he had come here for, it was happened to be a different ass he had been planning on filling with his dick. There was nothing bad about the ass, either. It was tight and it was good, and his cock fit neatly into the folds of the Sheppie's tail tunnel that kept clenching around him without a steady rhythm, most often when his tip was withdrawn further enough to jab against Wyatt's prostate gland during the thrust. It kept him leaking more and more, making a positive little pool onto the stained chair that rocked and creaked under the force of the two bodies being driven together on top of it.
Wyatt's skin felt hot all over under his furs, though especially warm it was over his neck and his ball sac, where the Rottie's saliva had slickened his coat and was now conducting extra heat from Jacob's body and his breaths and directly into Wyatt's sensitive skin. He tried his best to take it, not swaying from his kneeling position even when Jacob ramped up his thrusts and was soon pounding his ass hard, their balls smacking together with each hard shove of that thick cock into his tail hole, as deep as it could go with the knot banging into his pucker with every thrust. Wyatt hung onto the chair while Jacob's only support were the Sheppie's hips, held under the firm grip of his big, splayed paws. The Rottie got the speed and strength to his thrust s from his own ass, swaying back and forth as he fucked his sub with a steady, rough rhythm of first rate ass pounding. His tail swayed from side to side, giving occasional glimpses to the Rottie's tight little pucker that kept checking with the pace of his thrusts, going along with the general tensing and relaxing of his tall body while he fucked the kneeling doggie in front of him.
"Tight little hole...yes...good pup...," Jacob crooned while he hunched down low, the angle of his hips making his cock slide deeply into the Sheppie's rectum while putting heavy pressure onto the upper rim of his tailhole, "you take it good...good fuck..."
His hips moved almost automatically while he leaned over the subservient wuff and licked and nibbled on his ears now, marking then with his scent as much as with the achy bite marks that were left everywhere he could reach as he pounded into the hot, squelching butt he had surprisingly taken as his own and stuffed full of hot canine cock ready to burst a thick load of Rottie cream to fill Wyatt's belly with his seed. His desire was only amplified by the stroke of his knot against the slick taint, rubbing the ball of flesh well with each thrust, only, momentarily before his hips were free and he pushed them back in, firmly sticking himself in deep and good into the whimpering dog.
"You hear that," Jacob grunted roughly as his ears flicked on yet another slick, slurping noise as his wet knot hit the sloppy skin of Wyatt's crack, "that's my knot, bitch...I'm gonna put it in you now...I'mma cum...."
Jacob's thrusts slowed, pulling himself out almost to the tip before he pushed in again, this time with the obvious purpose of forcing his knot as hard as possible against that puckered hole. At first it only resulted in the same flesh rebelling and squeezing even tighter around the length of cock invading into the Sheppie's anal canal, but at the same time, it also relaxed more and more when the bulb of flesh was pushed against it and held there for several seconds before the panting and snorting Rottie pulled back for another go.
Wyatt's claws almost punctured holes into the leather of the creaking and swaying armchair while he took the extendedly hard thrusts, wondering whether he would have any sensation left in his hindquarters once Jacob was done with them. The knot pushed firmly into him, kissing his flesh and trying to force it to part with sheer power put behind those thrusts. The Sheppie's flesh could only complain for a moment before he had to give up, another trust jammed the hot bulb so firmly against his hole that it had no other choice but to clench hard once more before the pressure lessened and he was in.
Wyatt howled and Jacob grunted, only briefly before he pushed his teeth against the Sheppie's shoulder in a hard mating bite, his jaws holding him down while Wyatt's body swallowed his cock all the way so that his sheath pushed against the distended and torn pucker. All ten inches plus giant knot were now imbedded inside Wyatt, taking him, marking him, tying him to the Rottie, his invader and violator, making them one flesh for the brief moment it lasted.
"NGhhhhh!"
Jacob began to cum almost immediately when he felt the tailhole clench around his shaft below the knot, the super-sensitized flesh became massaged all over by that hot tunnel, the rectal walls sweezed down on him so hard that he had no chance but to let himself go. Cum poured out of his throbbing balls, up his shaft and pulsed deeply inside the Sheppie, creating a growing pool of warmth inside his belly as he was filled with Jacob's cum. Wyatt's body still reeled from the pain of the insertion of the knot, but nonetheless, his bouncing cock began to spew cum, spraying globs of white rut juice all over the by now certainly ruined armchair. One spurt hit his slack, open jaw, ending him with a tongueful of cum even when more was put into him from the other end as Jacob's hips quivered and pumped slowly and erratically to deposit as much of his cum into his ass as was physically possible.
They stayed frozen in the moment for a long time, cock pulsing and painting everything in their path with white while they cummed, pleasure burning through the two panting canine's bodies while they hung into the chair and into the sloppy Sheppie being skewered on the Rottie cock deep inside his ass, marking him as the canine's surprise bitch. Hot cum was everywhere, in globs on the chair, in a pool inside Wyatt's rectum, in a small runny streak over the Sheppie's taint. A drop even fell from his chin, another stain there, similar to the ones over the chair and on the Sheppie's body and his T-shirt. His ass ached, his shoulder ached...his cock ached and his balls still tried to squeeze some juice out of them while his ass squeezed on the cock inside his tailhole, filling him completely and utterly.
Jacob released the Sheppie's shoulder with a loud grunt and panted, his jaw slack as he breathed deeply, enjoying the smell of his anal conquest on his nose and his tongue while he glanced down and saw that his bite had torn the shirt. He could not taste blood, though, so the bite wasn't too bad, just...firm.
His gaze wandered down, past the tail hanging off to the side, barely moving, and then to the place where his hips pressed flush against Wyatt's taint, his cock fully hard and stuck deeply into the slowly pulsing, hot sleeve of tight warmth that was his ass. The brown cheeks of the hole framed his own black belly nicely, Jacob decided as he looked into the tight-fitting meeting of ass and hip.
"Good job, pup, a fine job," he grunted and patted the quietly whimpering Sheppie's sides with his paws, making a small noise.
"Hmmmmm...," the Sheppie rumbled.
"You are one little bitch though," Jacob snickered and wagged his tail with enjoyment at taunting the Sheppie some more.
"Hmmmphph," Wyatt replied.
"I wonder how they ever let bitches like you to be in the police force in the first place..."
*clap-clap-clap-clap-clap*
Jacob's ears perked up at the sudden sharp sound, coming from behind him. The doggie turned his head around, and so did Wyatt, and both were met by the sight of a tall, grey wolf standing on the doorway to the house, still clapping his big, scruffy paws together while his ears flicked automatically upon the sound.
"Great job, Jacob, a wonderful performance, Wyatt!" the wolf spoke in a loud, deep voice that sounded almost like a bark.
Jacob's ears flattened and his hips shifted. Wyatt yelped when he felt the knot tug painfully hard against his clenched-down innards, and the feeling of that suction made the Rottie stop moving, too. Instead he simply stared at the wolf who looked back to him resolutely.
"Carter!" Wyatt gasped.
"Hi, wuffins," the wolf spoke with a smile as he closed the door behind him. "I see you couldn't wait for me, Jacob."
Jacob snorted and shrugged, his hips still plastered against the Sheppie's rump. A tail swayed between them now, the strange appendage having gained some mobility back now that Wyatt's nerves were again fired up after being caught by his mate, tied into another male.
"He wouldn't show me his ass so I made him do it," the Rottie snuffled.
"So it seems," Carter was coming closer now, walking slowly, his tail unmoving as it hung below his knees.
"He's a good fuck, almost as good as you, but a bit more sloppy if you know what I mean," Jacob leered and patted Wyatt's upturned rump, making the Sheppie snuffle.
"I think I do," Carter mused as he stopped in his tracts a few feet away from the tied pair.
"Carter...," Wyatt tried again.
"Hush, wuffins, it's alright," Carter snuffled and began to unbuckle his belt.
Jacob grinned and wagged his tail at the sight of the wolf chucking off his pants and underwear and even pulling off his shirt, all in the full view of the two canines, both watching curiously while the tall, grey wolf undressed right there. His cock, an impressive length of nine somewhat slim inches was fully hard and pulsing with the vigour of a newly grown erection, and it was surrounded by curls of shaggy yellowish pubic fur and only accentuated by the presence of a heavy, gray-furred sac.
"Hahaha, you want some sloppy seconds or maybe a go at his muzzle?" the Rottie smirked, scratching between Wyatt's ears now. "I didn't stick it there...for now." The wolf wrapped a paw around his cock and gave it a tug, snorting and grumbling as he felt the pleasure coming from that simple pleasure before he took a couple of steps closer, stopping just short of the mated couple. His eyes were fixed on Jacob's, and his smile, a light one in the beginning, widened.
"No, I think I'll have some very dry first takes, since you already took my ass, and I want some, too."
Jacob's eyes widened when he felt strong paws push on his back and a hot length of a cock pressed under his tail even before he had his maw open and the yelp escaped.
Yelp!
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