Therapy - Session 8
#8 of Therapy
_The dalmatian lays across the couch, twirling a casino chip between his fingers.
"I feel bad for the chip, you know? It became useless once I took it home with me. I don't think I'll ever head back out there, and I can't cash it in anywhere else... so here it stays with me, useless."
He sets the chip on his own forehead, eyes closed, looking more somber than usual.
"I think I'm afraid of that. Becoming useless. That's why I like to make sure I'm always doing something new, something inventive, knowing I can always surprise myself and others with my talents."
He sits up quickly, throwing the chip off of his forehead. He lunges out a hand and snatches it from the air.
"So did I leave you thinking about it? About what happened with my parents?"
He spins the chip on the table, waiting for it to come to a stop and clank on it's side, logo for the casino displayed face up.
"How sweet of you to think of me outside of business hours."_
* * *
As I realized my parents were quickly bearing down on me, I just turned to run. There was no time to consider where they could be going or how I'd manage to get anywhere else. I began to push through the dense crowd, heaving toward the elevator. It would be a quick race, but I had a chance beat them to the room. I slipped into the back of the elevator and pressed the number for my floor.
More people filed in as I kept my head down, trying to blend in with the background. I looked up just in time to see both my mother and father step into the same elevator, doors closing. My heart pounded straight up into my throat as I sank down lower, trying to hide behind a broad shouldered German shepherd. The door opened and suddenly the small area began to shift as people pushed toward the front, gradually filtering my family closer. I reached out and clung to the shepherd's waist, hiding my face in his back as I was pulled forward and out the door, just before either of them could look up to realize I had been only inches away.
I immediately let go of the other dog, waving him off nervously as I took a few steps backwards, "Sorry, man, was avoiding someone," I stammered, hand raised defensively. "I better be going now."
"You some fucking queer? Why are you dressed like that?" he snarled, folding his bulky arms across his chest, gold chains dangling over the open expanse of fur left exposed with his shirt unbuttoned. I began to slide along the wall, left with no feasible defense.
Naturally, I just bolted off.
Running through a hallway in a hotel is a surreal feeling. The same door and same light fixtures sweep past over and over again, leaving a swirling disorientation. I didn't even look over my shoulder I reached out toward the last door in the hall, hoping to step out and find myself in the safety of a stairwell.
Unfortunately for me, the last door in that hall was still a room for a hotel guest. The lock thumped in my grasp as I began to shake it. The shepherd turned the corner, starting to move faster toward me. I grasped the handle with both hands, shaking harder as I prayed for a miracle. Mercy fell on me that day. The door swung open and a set of hands pulled me inside before slamming the door behind me.
I leaned back against the cold door, heart pounding as I took a deep breath. I could still feel the warm hands around my wrists, soft and almost feminine. My hazy eyes opened, met with a near mirror image of myself, slutty clothing notwithstanding. "You're," I whispered.
"Another dalmatian." He concluded. The other spotty pulled me further into the room, towards the bed. He was dressed well, in designer jeans and a plain tshirt, probably only half dressed before the interruption. He circled me, peeking at the leather clad rear. "Did the hotel send you? Is this one of those benefits I get for spending so much money at the casino?"
A small smile spread across my face as the role began to formulate in my head. I put my hands on my hips and hooked my thumbs into the waist of the shorts. "I could be, pup. I've got quite a big tip here for you if you've got one for me," I whispered. The other dalmatian swallowed hard, the lump in his throat starting to quiver as he reached out carefully, letting his fingers trace across the well tented bulge in the front of my shorts. The exploring fingers traced each outline, giving little gasps and whispers as he pulled in closer, starting to sniff at my neckline and down the front of my chest.
Soon, he sank to his knees, nipping softly at the front of the leather trunks. There was no need for prompting as I eased them down, letting him inhale the heavy musk from the sweat and precum left sticking to the inside. His body shuddered hard from the heady scent before his tongue began to lap at my balls, cleaning the sweat from them.
I fell backward onto the bed, trunks still stuck around my ankle as I spread my legs wider, giving him full access. The other spotty scurried closer, taking my cock into his hands and stroking it. I let my tongue loll from the corner of my mouth, "Mmm, I thought I was the one who did this to you, pup."
He gave a shy smile as he rolled his tongue up the shaft. "I like this part better. Mmm, thick puppy!" He whispered softly, almost like a child telling a secret. He wrapped his mouth around the wide head and sank down to the hilt, throat easily spreading to deep throat every inch. He bobbed quickly, eyes never leaving my own. The spots across his face were different and eyes were a deep shade of blue compared to my own green eyes. With things like that, we didn't really look that similar, but it was still my first time with another dalmatian.
I left that Dark Passenger take over as I held his ears, whispering lustfully, "Suck big brother's dick, pup." His eyes widened as he began to slurp and lap with wild passion, working his jeans down to free his rock hard cock. He smeared his own precum down his shaft, resting one paw on my own to keep it steady in his mouth.
He pulled off to whisper tensely, "Yes, big brother," before slobbering around the head and returning to the aggressive sucking, hands smearing the saliva up and down the shaft.
"Mmm," I groaned, upping the gambit, "keep going, little bro, or I'll tell dad that you're being a bad pup." His eyes fluttered from the lewd words. I seized those floppy black ears by the base and began to pummel away at his maw. He gagged and gasped as the head probed the back of his throat while my balls swung to collide with his chin. Feverishly, I thrust faster, already starting to throb in my new surrogate brother's mouth. Seconds before release, he pulled away, surrying backwards on the carpet as if to avoid a stray coal leaping from a fireplace.
"No, not so fast!" he gasped, rolling his understandably sore jaw around before speaking up again. "Would you mark me, big brother?" The words came almost innocently through the filthy desire. Piss play always eluded me, almost ironically considering how many bathrooms and urinals I had knelt in. Still, now I was playing the role of both prostitute and older sibling. And together, how could I say no to a simple request?
I pulled him to his feet and guided him to the bathroom, wasting no time lest the playful reality around us crumble and we realize what we were doing. Pulling back the shower curtain, he quickly moved inside and tugged quickly at his own hard cock. I smeared a little of the old saliva and began to stroke myself, looking down at the splayed boy.
He leaned back against the tile and spread his legs wide, tail flat against the tub basin as the first few dribbles fell onto his stomach. As if to lead by example, he shut his eyes and let loose. The golden piss splashed on the wall over his shoulder before he adjusted his aim. He inhaled first, taking in the scent like a connoisseur as the hot liquid landed on his forehead, running down to accent the curves and lines through his face. Yellow streaks formed in the white fur before vanishing in the spots and reimmerging on the other side. A brave tongue darted forward, tasting his lips briefly before he opened wider, drinking his own brew.
He slid sidewards in the tub, basking in the musky glory, rolling a little to soak it further into his fur. His eyes looked up at me longingly before raising his paws up into the beg position. "Big brother, mark me as one of the big kids," he whispered, wagging his tail. By force of will, I pushed my still half-hard cock down to point at him. My thumb slid carefully from the head of the shaft to the base, sliding up to press down over my bladder. The pressure built as I gave a low sigh of relief, letting the shining stream land on his belly. With the flood gates opened, I hosed him down, starting with the pads of his feet, letting it wash between his toes. I worked up his body, making his balls jiggled from the pressure of the stream before dousing his rock hard cock. He gathered up the piss like lube and stroked himself, writhing faster as he relished the filthy delights.
As the stream began to ebb, he shot upright as if a pacemaker had just gone off inside him. He wrapped his mouth around the head, sucking hard to take down the last few drops, swishing them around with his saliva while keeping my dick well coated. Hard as steel almost instantly, my cock pulsed in his mouth as he bobbed faster, just as he did moments before. Only now, the raw stench of piss and sweat filled the room, leaving us only as animals as he lapped and kissed and sucked at whatever flesh his mouth could reach.
I snapped back, our eyes meeting with white hot intensity as I shot my load across that beautiful spotted face. He raised his muzzle to it, letting the warm stripes coat him, fulfilling his position as an even dirtier pervert. He leaned back again as he shot, soaking his belly with globs of cream, standing in contrast to the glistening piss still clinging in his fur.
A sobering stillness filled the room before the wet dog reached up and turned on the shower, the first blast of water already washing away the evidence clinging to his fur. He stood up and began to scrub himself, bashful smile perpetually on his face.
"My wallet is on the table outside, go ahead and take what you like," he said closing the curtain. As I turned to leave, I looked back at the sillouhette washing himself in the warmth and comfort of the hotel suite shower.
"Would it be ok if I took a set of clothes as payment?" I asked, leaning against the door frame.
"Sure, sure, just get going," came the reply, sounding a little more annoyed than before, especially for someone who only moments earlier had been begging to be soaked with piss. I moved back into the suite and gathered up my old clothes, wadding up the bills from the snow leopard and eying the dalmatian's wallet. The dream had already concluded and right then, I didn't want to dwell on what would be a 'proper payment." I snagged the first set of jeans and a shirt discarded in the corner.
They fit well, the jeans hugging my hips a little low. The t-shirt sported the logo of some designer I had never heard of, though the ultra soft material brought an almost childish sense of comfort as I pulled it around myself. The shorts would get left behind sadly, though with the money I picked up I would be able to order a new pair.
I stepped out into the hall and closed the door behind myself, walking through the simple corridor, back to my own hotel room. For the time, I was satiated.
* * *
_The dalmatian sits upright, pulling a glass water cup closer. From his backpocket, he pulls a metal flask. "Did I gross you out with that one? Watersports is a little more extreme. Though of course, not the most extreme thing I've done," he says, unscrewing the flask. He pours a golden liquid from it into the glass, a little splashing onto the table. "Back then, I was apprehensive. Of course, now, it's a wonder if an encounter doesn't contain a little something extra."
He raises the glass to his lips and drinks it all down in one quick slurp before licking his lips, pausing just long enough to let you see his tongue dragging along his teeth. He pours another glass and quickly shoves it under your nose.
It's just apple juice._