Therapy - Session 1
#1 of Therapy
_The dalmatian sits down on the couch, pulling a black marker from the pouch of his hoodie. He whistles quietly to himself as he pops the cap off. He begins to trace a small pattern into the white part of his fur, carefully leaving the jagged outline before coloring it in, leaving a spot barely distinguishable from the rest on his body.
"Let me guess. You want to know what I'm thinking right now," he says, coy smile crossing his face. "That first thought that pops in my head, right? That's something that therapists ask. Well, honestly, I was thinking that I've never smoked indoors. Weird, I know I've only smoked three times, but I've always done it outside. If you handed me an ashtray, I don't think I would even remember to use it." He leans back against the backing of the couch, shifting to try to find a comfortable spot. "What's with those holder things in ashtrays, anyway? I don't smoke much, but I've never been so disinterested in a cigarette that I would put it down. I think I always want to finish something once I've got my hands on it."
He draws his feet up, resting his heels on the edge of the couch cushion. "I like smoking because it's 'bad.' I like doing bad things that aren't really bad but still just a little bad. Weird thing for a guy in therapy to be musing on, right? You want to hear about my problem. About my addiction." His fingers toy with the creases on his jeans. "Well, last night..."_
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"Dude, I'm not putting anything in my mouth or ass, ok? That's just fucking weird."
I sat down on the bed as the two collies began to argue. The smaller one was a Repeater--a boy I came back to see after our first encounter. It was rare that anyone warrented a repeat performance, but the way he'd moan and beg always made my toes curl. This time, however, he asked to invite someone else along. They insisted they were just friends, though they looked similar. Very similar, quite possibly brothers. Maybe even twins. Then again, maybe I just wanted to add that little bit a raunch in my head. One kept himself in a plain hooded sweatshirt and jeans, hood pulled up to try to hide his face. The other, already stripped naked, tugged at his friend's wrist. "You don't have to," he urged, giving him another small tug. "Come on, just let us both suck you. You'll like it."
The bigger collie finally sighed and pulled the hood further over his head, mumbling, "Only if you wear that thing I like, ok? Then I won't feel so weird." The naked collie jumped up excitedly and dashed off to the closet. A moment of tense silence passed, the two of us staring at one another. I shifted my position on the bed and tried to look more inviting, patting the seat next to me. He turned away, acting as if he were admiring the little slut's choice in wallpaper.
"So," I said, breaking the tension, "Cute kid, huh?"
"Yeah," he replied, much to my surprise. "Known him a long time. I was the first one to work him open."
"So are you two..." I let the phrase trail off, hoping he would take the lead. He snapped forward, body stiffening.
"Don't be sick, man. We're just friends," he snapped, looking as if he planned to storm out at any moment. "Collies stick together, it's a herd thing."
"Ah, so not, you know," I replied, dancing around the subject, "brothers, or anything like that."
He began to pace, looking repeatedly back at the closet, "If he said we were, he meant as in that 'brothers for life' thing. Like frat brothers. We're just friends."
Finally, the other boy stepped back out, pink skirt around his hips. A soft white camisole hung off his shoulders with no bosom to support it. The strap drifted down his shoulder as he tugged at it, trying to maintain his appearance. Walking with a feminine swish, he sank back down to his knees.
"Is this better?" he asked, lip extending in a pout. The bigger collie moved up quickly, seizing the boy's head in one hand and pulling his pants down with the other. His cock bobbled, leaving flecks of precum decorating the little crossing collie's face before shoving into his twin's mouth. He closed his eyes, groaning lowly as he worked in and out of that muzzle, fingers tightening against the floppy ears.
I sank down and crawled carefully over, pushing up next to the femboy. I pressed my face against the spit soaked shaft, inhaling the heady musk of pre, saliva, and other brutish masculine scents. My tongue began to work under his balls, seeking out the musky taint, bobbling each of the heavy balls with a probing tongue. The femboy pressed tighter against me, one hand stroking his twin's shaft as the other began to grope at the front of my jeans. I stripped them down, guiding his paw to my twitching shaft. Our eyes met as he leaned in closer, mouths opening together around the leaky cockhead, kissing sloppily around the oozing shaft, tongues lapping for whatever flesh they could find.
His hands stroked me from base to tip over and over, making me quiver as I lapped faster. The femboy pulled away and dropped down on all fours, flipping up the skirt to show off a pair of sky blue panties, the silky see-through material leaving nothing to imagination. His hole twitched visably through the fabric as he wiggles his ass back, "Do you want to get me ready, Mister? I don't like lube getting in my fur, so I'd rather just use spit. But he doesn't like to rim."
"Because asses are gross," the bigger collie interjected. Still, he stroked himself, now watching closer. I leaned into that soft rear, pressing my nose against his tail base, taking in that slightly feminine, hormonal scent. I eased those panties down, letting that soft furred ass come into clear view, lowering it just enough to expose that flexing hole. He pressed back, forcing that hot hole into my muzzle before I drove my tongue forward. A girlish whimper fluttered in his chest as I began to lick faster, tongue tracing around his pink hole. I grabbed each hip, pulling those cheeks open wider and working my tongue around it faster. He fell forward, face pressed to the floor as he spread cheeks wider for me, tonguetip wriggling through the resistance.
I pulled back slowly, blowing cold air over the glazed hole. The femboy whimpered, eyes fluttering in desire. My fingertip traced the outline of his hole before sinking in easily, the warm walls squeezing hotly around it, pulling it in deeper with measured clenches. "Mmmm, push another finger in," he groaned, raising his hips for more.
"Yeah, I tap that often enough that he should be loosened up," the twin interjected, moving down next to me. He sank two of his own fingers inside along with mine, making the boy wriggle and whine. The three fingers moved around, stretching the hole in different directions, working him open. The feminine collie spread his legs, hard cock dangling between his legs as he bounced his hips upward, riding faster. The panties began to stretch and tear, bound around his thighs as he moved his legs around, trying to work it lower. The bigger collie growled and grabbed the blue fabric. "This is why I tell you not to buy stupid shit like this!" he shouted as he yanked back, tearing it to shreds before giving the raised ass a firm swat.
"You don't have to tear all of them!" he groaned. "I just need a dick in me, really bad! Please, no more teasing!"
Now, how could I resist a request like that? I pulled my fingers out and grabbed the other dog by the wrist, pulling his own out as well. Letting instinct take hold, I shoved half of my cock inside the boy in one quick thrust. He hiked back, moaning hotly as he squeezed his hole around each inch, tail wriggling against my belly.
"I love fucking sluts," I growled in his ear before giving his ass a firm swat. "You're loose enough to just slam in but still know how to work it." My hips drove forward to force the rest of my throbbing erection inside the boy. He thrust back, tongue lolling from his mouth as he pressed back harder, grinding his body to mine, the cute skirt now resting against my belly as I assaulted his hole with a flurry of shallow thrusts.
The sound broke me from the wild trance. I glanced back over my shoulder, watching the other collie spreading lube onto his twitching shaft. He moved up behind me without saying a word and pushed a lube soaked finger into my hole. The probing invader made me jump, lifting the femboy with me. There was no time to ask what he was doing. He straddled up behind me and pushed his cock in hard, slamming me hard. Even harder than the pounded I was giving the femboy still wrapped around my dick.
The little girly boy squealed, the force of the thrust pushing me in harder, I backed into that thick cock only for him to fuck forward again, driving me into the adorable pup beneath me. I moaned, stars flickering in my eyes as I rocked myself back and forth between the twins, sinking into one before the other drove harder into me.
I grit my teeth, trying to focus on fucking the boy toy in my arms. My hands drifted up, grabbing at his chest to pinch at his nipples, snarling in his ear, "You're little boy pussy is so tight and wet!" He whined for more and thrust back into me, posting himself upright with one hand as the other stroked his aching length, droplets of precum splattering across the floor.
A firm hand spanked my ass before grabbing my hips. Teeth grazed my neck as the big collie whispered in my ear, "You've got some big words for someone with a dick in you." He gave me another spank, the echoing crack filling the room. "I bet you can't even cum without a load in your ass! He's the same way. He'll shoot all over the place once you fill him up, but he can't do it any other way" The challenge hung in the air as our bodies became still for the first time. I seized both hips in front of me and began to fuck wildly, losing myself in the moment. I squeezed tight around him, chasing that climax. The femboy moaned and pounded his fists on the ground, body tingling from the feeling of the wide cock splitting him.
He gripped me tighter, trying to slow my efforts while drilling me harder. I slammed to the hilt, through his grasp and landed balls deep in the bitch boy. I heard him chuckle before giving my ass a spank, making me seize up. "That's right, get nice and tight for me!" He shouted as he spanked my ass again, the red flesh glowing amongst the white and black fur.
Drool and sweat fell from my exhausted face, body alight with sensations from every side. I pumped fast as I could, the hot splash of precum inside me warning of his own approaching climax. My teeth dug hard into the boy's neck, fingers raking across his body to tighten him even more from the pain. That blushing face looked over my shoulder and whispered, "I know you're wondering. And it's true. He's really my--"
And I came fucking buckets. I fucked through the climax, hips still working into a blur, accenting each heavy pump of thick seed into that empty bottom. The femboy kept his hands on the floor to keep from face planting as he cock jumped to life, shooting his load from the hot sensation of cum filling him up to the brim. The big collie seized me by the headfur and yanked me back, slamming inside as he came last, the hot cum rushing into me as he snarled lowly, making sure to leave a few painful thrusts to work out his own aggression.
I fell forward atop the boy, knocking him off his knees and forcing him down into the puddle he had created. The bigger collie yanked out hard with a wet pop, cum splashing from my abused hole to leak down my legs. I kept myself burrowed in his twin as he stripped himself naked. "I'm going to go shower! Get the hell out before I'm done," he said as he stormed off.
I rolled onto myself, keeping myself hilted inside the cum soaked femboy. He gave a small giggle and wriggled his body back against me, tracing his fingers across the cum sticking to his soaked camisole. "He always throws a fit after we play, too. Don't worry," he said before carefully sliding his hips forward to work his way off my dick. I panted for breath, soaked in cum and sweat. He stood and let the skirt drop to the floor before stripping off the soaked blouse. He used it to mop the cum from his body before tossing it to me"Here, take this. Considering he wouldn't let you take a shower."
I tried hard to clean myself, the little garment already well saturated. "Take his hoodie, too," he said, settling down on the wide bed. "It gets cold at night, and it's a long walk to the train. I'll buy him another one tomorrow." I picked up the sweatshirt and stared at it for a moment before bundling it under my arm I redressed, glancing again at the naked collie sitting on the bed.
"So," I said quietly, "...you're really brothers?"
He opened his mouth to reply before the sound of the water stopping cut him off. He gave a wink and pointed toward the door without a word. I slipped out of the bedroom and out of the house, the night air freezing against my sweaty body. A hot shower wouldn't be long off when I got home, but till then, I pulled the sweatshirt on and hurried out.
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_The dalmatian ends with a flourish of his hands, grinning brightly. He admires the hoodie, a bit too big for him though very comfortable looking.
"I do wonder if they were really brothers, but it's more fun not knowing." He digs his hands in the pouch, pulling out the marker along with a bunch of crumbled receipts and pieces of scrap paper. "The guy was a pig, though! I bet he never cleaned out all these pockets." He tosses the trash on the table and flops back on the couch.
"Well, I think that's enough for our first session. I'll be back soon." He rocks himself to his feet and strolls out. It was a lot to take in, so brutally and shamelessly open with his story._
As you gather up the trash he left behind, a photograph sticks out from the stray papers, delicately folded in half.
You open it, looking at the picture of two young collie pups, looking to be getting on the bus for their first day of school. It seemed a little too obvious.
Maybe he wanted you to find it.
You carefully fold it again, trying to ignore the words "Twins first day of school" written on the back.
Your mouth feels dry...