Parking Mall
A fox was lost and turned to a hunk of a Doberman for help. Anything wrong with that?
A story entry for Linkin Monroe's Doberman contest. Wasn't expecting to enter actually. I just started writing this down cause my brain told me to pen down a story about Doberman. Browsed through a few stories for the past week and I thought, hey! It's a contest! So, in the last minute, I entered. Not exactly my best but I try to write it out before the deadline.
Parking Mall
It was dark, gloomy and most of all, scary. Not a single soul could be seen for miles and it was as silent as the graveyard. The lights were out completely, saved for a few safety bulbs but vision was obscure as it was nightfall. In fact, midnight and no one was supposed to be in the mall, saved for a few night movie goers.
Standing in mid silence, uttering not a single word, a fox whined with ears flopped on his head. With tail tucked between his legs, he was partially scared of the dark. Being an average fox that he was, the vulpine was having a late movie night out with his friends but was inconsiderately left alone to head back home towards his parked car. However, through the movie and chit-chats of his friends, his brain decided to shut down and forgot the location of his vehicle.
Clad with a tight t-shirt and fitting jeans, the fox was pretty much a decent looker himself. At this moment, now wasn't the time for petty talk but the journey back home. His clip clops reverberated around the eerie mall with not a single store open. Every movement felt like an eternity and he dared not venture into the stairs alone. Hell! Who knows what lies ahead between the very walls of a closed stairway?
If he remembered correctly, there was a guard post not too far away from his stand point. Perhaps a nice guard could escort him back to his vehicle. It would be a shame - for a male of his age - to ask for help but his fears overwhelmed courage. Scurrying off, a turn here and a right there, he came to a guard post. Finally, someone who could get him back home. The air continued to be still and the telltale sounds of ghostly wind brushed against his brown fur, shivering under the cold air.
Once he reached over, he was relieved to find it manned by the mall guard.
"Um... excuse me... I-I need some assistance in getting to my vehicle. I seemed to be lost," he lied through his teeth. It wasn't the truth but it was rather stupid to ask a guard for an escort to his car when he was a male in the first place; he would never live it down.
"Yeah? You lost, kid?" The tip of his hat pulled over and a handsome Doberman greeted him with a smile.
Well... hello... handsome... The fox gulped with his tail wagging. "Yeah. I... I... uh... you see..."
"You're not exactly lost. In fact, you know very well where your car is but you're afraid to walk in his hallowed halls all by yourself, afraid that someone might mug you on the way or a demon from the gates of hell clawing right at your legs?"
"Uh... how...?"
The Doberman chuckled and shook his head shamelessly, his hat taken off while rubbing the back of his head. "You're not the first. It is kinda scary at this hour, to be walking alone. Come on, I'll escort you."
He got up and scratched against his chest, ears swiveling at attention. The fox gulped another mouthful of saliva and tried not to have his mouth agape. This man was the perfect example of his dream male! Board shoulders with packed muscles along his chest. The uniform snugged tightly against his muscles and his arms were huge! If he didn't know any better, the dog might have flexed for a second to emphasize on his godly figure. He was intimidating enough to be a bouncer.
"Hey, the name's Chuck and you are?" Paws forward for a handshake.
"Timmy..." The fox replied mildly with a grip of his paw.
"Timid Tim?" He snorted.
"Hey! Stop it!"
"Awww..." Chuck nudged playfully against his shoulder, "Kidding dude. I've seen you around the mall quite a few times. You're a good kid."
From there on, they left the guard post and journeyed towards the fox's car. Being around with another person was a great relief. At least now, he wouldn't have to worry about possible kidnappers or muggers stalking around the area. The chances weren't high but it was better to be safe than sorry. Paws in both pockets, the Doberman lead him on and continued talking. He was pretty much a talkative guy but what he said did made sense. Prowlers hiding in the shadows, stalkers roaming about and the creepy darkness that might scare the shit out of any one.
As the guard continued with his solo conversation, Timmy couldn't help but eyed the man wearingly. Man... he has such a nice looking ass as well! His tail wagged and swished in synch with his legs. From the back, he was definitely one of the bigger looking dogs around. He hasn't seen that many mall guards around and he most probably worked for the night shift.
The basement reached and they arrived at the fox's respective floor. Their footsteps echoed in the basement and no one was about. In fact, his car was the only one there. Everyone was out and back in bed, preparing themselves for a new day but Timmy wasn't about to get tucked in early. Movie was good and had a blast with his friends. A Doberman was a bonus.
"Here you are. You're safe now, your majesty." Chuck bowed in an act of respect. "May I be of any assistant?"
Bring me to bed and fuck the brains out of me, please!
"I'm good here and thanks for the escort, Chuck..." Timmy rocked his feet back and forth. "Do you work only on the night shift?"
"Sadly, yes," the dog yawned and scratched on his chest again, "I'm one of the top dogs around the mall and after working here for nearly a year, I got promoted and this was my shift. Just because I'm skilled in martial arts doesn't mean they could boss me around." He grunted.
"True but with you here, I think most of us would be safe during the nights, especially ones like me."
"Heh, yeah. You've got to have muscles like mine to protect foxes like you," he flexed his biceps vainly. "Ain't nobody got bigger guns than mine. And these as well, killer abs," uniform unbuttoned and lifted up halfway to reveal his middle torso. True enough, they were solid like the man he is. Strong and well-defined. His darker fur coated around his side, leaving a fairly orange hue for his underbelly. With his short fur coming along well enough, his muscles were far more defined than any other canines he knew.
Timmy chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah, those are some killer abs," coughing through his words, slightly embarrassed. "Thank you for the escort, Mr.Chuck. I'm very grateful for your service."
Paws rummaged around his pockets but stood rooted to the ground immediately when he felt a pair of arms wrapped around his body. The body of the Doberman was closed between his back and everything in between felt rock solid. His arms were mildly crushing against his bones and it seemed that escape was no option. Keys dropped back into his pocket and he stood there like a trapped prey.
The canine's breathe was easing around his ears and he could feel the man's chest heaving in and out. A sudden flick across his ears made the fox jolt momentarily but never away from those strong arms. "It's not every time I get to see a young handsome fox like you around the mall that often."
Timmy gulped and tried to remain calm. "Please don't hurt me. I-I've got money... Please let me go."
"Let you go? Oh, never... no my little one. You are a precious little jewel shining in the midst of darkness." This time, the Doberman nibbled precariously on the tip of his ears. The very moment itself made his body shudder and chills running down his spine. "And money isn't what I wanted from you. I want more than that."
His killer instincts were beginning to surface and the fox had to hold on to his fears and tried not to cry out in desperation. Then again, the very arms of his wrapped along his frail body felt fairly secure. Even without knowing what he was up to, Timmy was considerably aroused by his very act. The man's paws soon gripped on his torso and slithered underneath shirt. Calloused sensation caressed and roamed against his brown fur, lips landing soft and gentle kissing right above his very cheek.
"I've been checking you out since the hour you stepped foot in the mall. With that butt swaying left and right, your sultry body ripe for the picking. Mmm... and this scent on you is fairly succulent," A strong whiff of that fox musk inhaled and the Doberman growled in satisfaction. "And don't deny that you've been checking me out too. I know your type. Poise and timid but ready for some hard action. I bet your tail gets more attention that it's supposed to."
His nicely formed bulge rubbed and humped against that vulpine ass and tail immediately lifted right up. Timmy shuddered voluntarily and mellowed in the caress of the other male. From experience, he has had some rather hard and rough fucks within his college life but to be out here in public, right in the middle of a basement car park; that was different. Anyone could have walked in and catch them in the act but the Doberman took no heed in that. Instead, he managed to remove the fox's shirt and revealed a lanky and thin looking fox. His brown fur nicely matted down against his lithe body.
Timmy knew what he lacked and would have wished for something better than what he had. Being scaled down on the skinnier side didn't do him any good. He wished to be bigger and meatier but that would take much of an effort. Besides, his perfectly formed feminine body could have attracted such a hunk like the dog behind meant that nothing was broken. Why change something that's not even broken in the first place? Pair of canine paws rested upon his middle torso and he felt protected.
Chuck growled even louder and nibbled precariously with teeth boring into fur; tongue lapping away as he began his ritual of claiming this horny fox. "You like that?" Voice low and sturdy, commanding even. "You want it hard, don'tcha? Feel this? This is gonna hurt you so bad, you're gonna feel this till the week after." Crotch rubbed deeply between ass cheeks.
The fox yelped and rolled his eyes over. It was true! Every word was true to his desires. His arms raised and submitted himself completely towards the larger Doberman. A loud clink indicated much of his lustful instinct and there sat an exposed fox. Not a boxer or underwear was worn for that night. The canine chuckled and smirked devilishly. "You planned for the night?"
"Perhaps..." Timmy got down on his knees and nuzzled at the man's crotch. "Show me... show me how big you are."
"Oh ho! Nice one..." Chuck cracked both knuckles and quickly unbuckles his belt. Trousers now loose and flopped softly on the ground. The fox gulped and inhaled sharply, wallowing in the goodness of the man's musky jockstrap. His legs were huge!
"Shit... you take steroids, man?"
The Doberman growled and unbuttons his uniform. "Say what, bitch? These are all years of hard labour!" A flex from his biceps showed his true form. "Not that a twink like you knows anything about."
Timmy scoffed at the comment. "Just because I'm skinny doesn't give you the right to disrespect me."
"Heh... nice come back," Chuck rubbed on the fox's head and apologized. "Still gonna suck on it?"
The jockstrap pulled over and out flop a killer. He had big cocks before but to be thick and lengthy at the same time? That's rare. With pre seeping at the tip, it was ready for a nice mouth to engulf it with. Timmy licked his lips and reconsidered his options. This wasn't going to be easy but hell! If he's gonna turn back now, he should have done so minutes ago but now, down on his knees and begging to have cock, that would be unacceptable. Lips apart and pursed gently at the very tip, the cock head quickly taken over by a soft and warm vulpine cavern.
Tongue lashed and licked at the tip, swallowing every droplets of pre that were drizzling out. The taste was acceptable; in fact, sweet and exquisite. Head bobbed up and down but never down to the hilt. Even with only part of that monster in him, Timmy was having difficulty taking it all in. The sheer size of that manhood was intimidating but he was determined. A fox would never leave without letting a cock cum and that was his policy. Once he got a piece of cock out, it was his responsibility to get it done and this was no exception.
Chuck moaned and leaned his back against the wall; his body quacked under the very mouth that took him over. It was true that foxes were good with their muzzle. He wouldn't believe it at first but this fox was beginning to prove his worth. Tongue lolled out and sweating profusely, the Doberman was starting to lose his composure. This was a sick joke! A few days ago, he had told himself to abstain from masturbation and today was the third day. He was about to finish off on the fourth but damn... with a fox muzzle like that, there is no way in hell he was about to let him go.
His paws reached over and began pinching on his own nipples, enjoying the rushing sensation that coursed through his veins. "Fuck... you're doing a good job."
"Mmmhmm..." The fox replied and started going deeper and deeper, eyes closed in concentration and soon, he finally did it. Nose buried deeply against the man's pubic fur, his gagged reflexes broke out and he coughed harshly. The cock pulled away and strands of saliva drizzled from the very length. Timmy gasped for air and growled menacingly. "Fuck it!"
The Doberman panted and puffed his chest out magnificently. "That was a good try. Not many have taken this meat down all the way," he knelt and came eye to eye with him. "I know one thing though, you're special and I bet you can take it all in when it comes to your fox ass."
"Pretty cocky," Timmy scoffed.
"I have every right to be," and both arms were flexed, pulling off quite a feast for the gay fox boy. "Like them guns?"
The fox had to hold back his saliva and gulped a mouthful of it, hissing at his weak self-restrain. It works every time. A hot hunk, poses right in front of him with muscles popping out and he would gladly land on his feet and worship the very ground that they stood. Chuck was just the man for that and with each lick of his lips; his tail was beginning to itch, meaning to get a tail full of cock. The smirking Doberman hoisted the fox up and pressed his back against the car bonnet, growling with lust.
Timmy shuddered under his weight and spread himself widely, preparing for the worse. With a cock that huge, there was no way in hell he could sit for a week! Better yet, walk! Even so, he knew how flexible his ass could go; another advantage of being the fox species. Albeit being a stereotype fox, he was indeed hungry for more cock. Rummaging through his pocket, he managed to pull out a packet of travel handy lube and shoved it over to the Doberman.
"Later," he took it by his teeth and winked confidently. "Now, I'd like to sample the ass that would take me to heaven itself." Legs pulled upwards and a pink hot tail was revealed.
Beautiful... a beautiful ass if he ever saw one. Slink, prefect and bubbly round. Just the right size for him; would truly be a sin to destroy such a holy item. Then again, this fox isn't a saint himself. Grinning widely, Chuck rumbled hungrily and lowered himself, taking a whiff of that soft and musky hole. Nothing bad about it. In fact, sweet and tasty. His tongue darted forth and tested the water. It was better than he expected!
"You're very clean down there. Been expecting?"
"Not... really..." The fox whined, "But I always keep it clean. Just... well... you know... when someone comes over and takes my ass."
"Like right now?" The Doberman dove in and lapped ravenously at that hole."
"Oohhh!! Yeahh... ye...ah... L-Like that..." Eyes rolled back and his ass was beginning to catch the effect of being rimmed thoroughly. The man's sand papery tongue was just the perfect tool to hit his perfect spots and he did not disappoint. The fox tried to suppress his urging need to moan but the Doberman didn't give him much of a breather. His ass was pretty much ravished thoroughly by the hunk and he did not care if anyone would have walked in on them. For now, the very effect of the man was enough to make him cum at the exact moment.
His shaft throbbed and leaked copiously with rivers of pre, trailed all over his lanky torso. Each slurp was godsend and floating on cloud nine. On and on he went, never letting go for even a moment but he knew that the Doberman wouldn't let himself go for even just a second. True to his words, he saw his other large paw stroking against that massive manhood, leaking just as much pre as he was; if not, much larger drops.
Chuck finally pries himself off and watched at that beautiful pink star. "Now that's what I call a sexy piece of ass."
The fox blushed and exhaled excitedly. "Thank you... I guess."
"Naw, don't guess," he got up and pressed a finger deep into that fox ass, "Don't guess for a second that your ass ain't beautiful. This here, is what I call an ass perfection."
"That's kinda corny,"
"Yeah? And this?" Finger slipped upwards and hit over the fox's prostrate.
"Shit!"
"Hah! Ya' like a good finger up yer' fucking ass, don'tcha?"
"Ah... Ah... Yeah..." Timmy groaned and squirmed at the sensation coursing through his body, "Please fuck me... please..."
"So you want cock?"
"Yes... ah... I d-do..." This time, he had to grip on to the man's broad shoulders.
"So beg for it." Chuck growled and buried in deeply. "You want a big Dobie cock, right? Say it!"
The fox yelped and this time, unable to keep his voice now. "Yes! Please! I want that! I'd do anything!" His voice echoes through the parking lot.
"Mmm... then you're ready." The tip perked precariously at the opening, smearing pre all over. As much as he wanted to hear the fox beg for it, the Doberman couldn't risk being caught right out in the open. Hell! In uniform? He could get fired for this.
Timmy hissed but moaned wantonly in between. The bigger canine fumbled around and grabbed hold of the packet of travelling lube that the fox hand in paw. Ripping off the packet in one go, he lathered every nook and cranny of his massive length, never wanting to miss a spot. Fortunately, it was more than enough and the remains were left for the horny fox. Once everything was said and done, the fox wiggled his ass seductively and flashed a cocky grin right back. He was more than ready to take it all.
The head popped in and stretched out his hole, the walls clenched tightly against his length and the more he pushed in, the harder it was to reach his prostrate. The fox groaned and clawed about on the surface of the car, head thrown back and tried as he might to allow entre. Inch by inch it went but barely even close to the base. Chuck snapped and growled hungrily. "Relax and take it like a man!"
Not much that he could say about the fox being a man but nevertheless, he obeyed. Eventually, the base was hilted down and both males moaned in open ecstasy. Chuck knew he could do it but never like this. Seeing the face of pure lust written all over his face was sheer happiness to him. Eyelids fluttered like butterfly wings and large goblets of pre trickled down his cock head. Planting both paws on to the smaller male, the Doberman started thrusting and heating things up. Poor Timmy had to hold on for his dear life as the man plunged in deeply. The pace was slow and enjoyable enough; so much so that the fox started liking every hump that he received.
Evidently, the Doberman's needs were rising and his mating instinct had started kicking in. Wrapping both arms and legs around him, Timmy had to surrender purely to the cries of his dominant fellow. The echoes of skin smacking against skin reverberated in the empty lots, followed by hisses and moans of utter joy. His urges escalated quicker than the canine had expected and within a few thrust, he needed to stop midway, panting and taking in a breather.
"What's the hold up?" The fox whined with ears splayed on his head, stroking his foxhood pitifully.
"Was... about... to... ugh... about to cum." That canine cock slowly retreated but the fox growled hungrily.
"Don't you even dare. You started this, now finish it up."
"Oohh! Nice! I love a good bottom like you. Knows what he wants and never afraid to get it. Very nice... I like it..." Flashing up a grin but quickly turned when they heard some sort of interference coming up from the ground.
Chuck sighed and pulled out immediately, fumbling around his cluttered uniform and finally found his walkie-talkie. "Chuck, in."
"Yo'! Bro! Where are you?"
Bro?
"I'm at the second floor basement."
"Well, so am I and I'm hearing some weird noises coming from there. Need any help over there?"
The Doberman contemplated and stared at the still naked fox. He had, by now, three fingers deeply buried in his tail and from the looks of it; it was beginning to take its effect. "Naw, it's alright. I got it."
"Nevertheless, I'm coming over."
And the radio was clicked off.
"Whoa! Wait! Your brother is coming here? Now? Are you crazy?" Timmy panicked.
"Whoa whoa whoa..." A pair of paws pushed the lithe fox down, licking lustfully at the sight of him. "Yeah. My little bro is coming. You don't have to be afraid of him."
"But he'll... see you... my god... he'll s-see..." Words were cut off midway as his cock plunged through. To be filled again, once more! This time, the fox was loose enough to take it whole. A few humps followed through and they were back as they were before. Quick and rough, yet, gentle in his very own special way.
Despite knowing that his brother was coming here soon, the Doberman paid no heed. Instead, the younger one might take it up on this offer. Being two horny adults was bad enough in the family and they could never satiate each other's hunger for cock. And here, having such a beautiful and sexy fox that could literally take him whole, they were going to have a long and fun night. Timmy panted with drool dripping off from the side of his mouth, allowed himself to be consumed by the power of lust that loomed over them.
Harder and harder he went, never letting up and each of his thrust were pure heaven as the tip of that cock head assaulted his inner most part of sexual pleasure. He got the rhythm, he has it... he had him by the neck and was about to let loose ropes of cum. The fox cried out and gripped upon the bigger dog's chest. Slapping and scrapping through his fur. It was there... coming... and coming... and... shit!
The Doberman howled and buried all the way down to the hilt, his knot unable to barge through but it was enough to push the fox up to his limits. Firey ropes of cum blasted from the very tip and painted all over the vehicle. Most reaching out to his face while the remaining blast resting upon the car hood. Spurts after spurts, accompanied by this voice of ecstasy, barely able to help himself but what made his eyes bulged out was the sheer thickness of that knot.
Cumming for several seconds had opened the gates of hell within the confines of the canine's hefty balls. Despite not being able to knot into that sexy fox hole, he was contented with cumming deeply into him. His insides were painted with every drop of seed he had to offer and more so with his effort of pushing his cock in. Eventually, he failed but managed to coat his inside with his bare essence.
Chuck moaned and shuddered as the finale took over. With one eye opened, he saw the very stature of his younger brother. The other Doberman smiled and flashed a pair of pearly white teeth. Damn! He saw everything! Looking down below, his paws were groping and rubbing on his bulge and chest like the dog that he is.
"That was pretty much how you look like after dumping a load full of cum."
His older brother chuckled and let out a sigh of relief. With little drizzle of cum seeping off from the side, he knew how much he had seeded the sex craze fox. "You have no idea how much I needed that."
"Oh, but I do. I know for a fact that that was at least a three day's worth of cum." Finger pointed towards the abused fox. "Hey fellow, you okay back there?"
Timmy groaned and wiggled innocently, dragging a finger across his upper torso and trailed down towards his navel, rumbling deeply towards both males. "That's what I call a fuck."
"I know what you mean. Chuck here is a massive butt fucker."
"You're not so bad yourself, Carl."
"Sibling rivalry, my dear brother," and he moved in closer. Paw reaching over the back of his head while the other cupped upon his chin. They gazed momentarily, as if searching through the sea of souls that wandered deep into their beautiful iris.
Timmy watched and blinked before gasping aloud. They're kissing?
True enough, both Doberman brothers were up to it. Both muzzles were nearly identical and lips pursed between one another but this time, highly forceful with a hint of love. Tongues wrapped and danced in unison, not wanting to lose to each other but from the looks of it, the eldest was winning. Carl, as the younger Dobbie had introduced, struggled to keep up. Instead, the smaller sibling growled and pinched heavily towards his brother's nipples, trying his best to weaken the man but it wasn't working. In fact, it turned the other male on and from the reaction the fox felt in his ass, Chuck was beginning to harden up.
They pulled off and Carl padded over towards the pinned vulpine. "Hey, how does it feel to have that monster up your ass? Feels good, huh?"
His voice... Timmy licked his parched lips and nodded. Carl leaned closer and whispered softly, sending shivers down his spine. "Get ready for round two cause when big ol' brother is done with you, he turns submissive."
"What does that mean?"
The younger Doberman chuckled and shook his head. "It means... dear brother of mine doesn't mind getting fucked after fucking. Isn't that right, sexy?"
"Shut it." Chuck blushed. True to his words, the large Doberman was beginning to set the mood by lifting his tail up occasionally. Despite having a fox glove fitted perfectly around his cock, that muscled ass of his would prefer to have some butt loving as well.
Timmy tried to pull that meat off and fortunately, it was easier than before. Out it popped and copious amount of cum mixed pre flowed downwards to his butt cheeks, painting the car as it goes. The fox sighed in greater relief as his fingers gently massaged around his abused tail. Albeit, the fucking was great but he wouldn't want to reach home with a sore ass. However, knowing the pace that he got boned a few minutes earlier, morning would be a bitch.
A single moan of passion woke the fox up and he chuckled wearily. These two may be the kinkiest brothers he had ever seen. Carl could easily match up with his older brother but he somewhat lacked in terms of bulk. Both having the same fur colour and if he didn't know any better, probably the same coat as well. They are brothers after all. Watching their bodies grind and frot was hot enough and what better way than to see two brothers going at it like a pair of young hungry men.
Carl's manhood lost in terms of length but in comparison with his brother, he won in girth. That fuck pole was thicker than any other dogs he had had in previous encounters. Pre leaked endlessly and dripped on the ground as they rubbed against one another. Chuck pulled him off and smiled wantonly. "You wanted to talk to me about something?"
"Mm... yeah... wanted to know if you're ready for a good butt fuck,"
"Here? Now?"
"Why not? You just fucked the brains out of that fox."
And a hell of an amazing job he did! The fox murred while fingering himself.
Chuck laughed and admitted defeat, "Yeah, true but he was sexy as hell! You should have looked at the way his butt moved. Swaying sensually like an open invitation. I just had to have him."
Thanks for the compliment, stud.
"I don't care. Your ass is mine, right this instant." Carl hissed sharply and pushed the Doberman down on all fours, lowering himself to the point where his tail hole could be seen.
"But!"
"Shut up." Carl slapped against his left butt cheek, watching it jingle for a second before sucking in the musk that permeates from the very confines of his ass. "When was the last your ass was taken?"
"L-Last two weeks ago..." The larger Doberman whined.
What just happened? Where did that dominant canine went? Timmy watched tentatively as the younger sibling assaulted the eldest' ass. Kinky... very kinky indeed. He had watched porns where sibling rivalry soon turned into a beautiful fuck session but never one such as this. The real thing looked far more different than he was used to..
"Ya' got lube, kid?"
Timmy blinked for a second or two before nodding in acknowledgement.
"Awesome," and he prepared himself, both for a pleasurable night of brotherly bonding. "Chuck may look big and intimidating but deep down, he's a big softy. You'd never imagine a guy like him bottoming it out but you should have seen the look on his face when he first got a taste of gay cock. He came buckets of em'. Flying round' like no tomorrow." He chuckled and plunged in at one go.
Chuck cried out and slammed heavily on to the car, howling at the sudden intrusion.
"Look at that! Will ya' look at how eager he is!"
The older Doberman looked up and moaned with tongue rolled out to the side. It was true, right down to every single word that he said. This handsome dog, the top dog of his class! Getting boned by his younger brother and he had nothing to say about it. Timmy started drooling uncontrollably as his soft and mellow paws grabbed hold of the other male's cock. Even after one powerful burst of cum, he was back and rarin' to go for another round. In fact, it dripped pre like never before! Not much lube was needed... but would he go so far as to get fucked again?
"You... ah... like this... huh?" Chuck groaned and arched his back voluntarily as his sweet spot was hit. The Doberman kept thrusting and never letting off for even one moment. Every inch of him sent multiple pleasure points through his system. If he thought their voices travelled, adding two Doberman into the calculation couldn't make it any better; worse at the very least.
Chuck kept moaning and pounding on to the car as he took his brother's fat cock like the man that he is. Loud and imminent squelching came from behind and their pace was beginning to change for the better. His breath turned laboured and chest breathing heavily. Cock bounced and slapped about like nobody's business... except the attraction that it did to lure the slender fox down.
Timmy whined and knelt, mouth opened wide to accommodate that thick length. Soon enough, he was back in rhythm. The taste was slightly different but all the same, it was delicious. The cum that covered down from the tip to base added a mix of flavor to it. Up and down he went, bobbing left and right like a pro. Meanwhile, those pair of hanging ball sac was smacked right up his face. Carl's pumps were beginning to increase in speed and from the looks of it, he wasn't letting up.
From down under, it was truly a sight to behold. The man was well muscled enough to compete in a fur bodybuilding event! Chuck's tree trunk like legs was big enough to crush shells and his glutes.... Those beautifully shaped muscles...
My god... I wanna taste his cum... so badly...
Carl snapped and growled menacingly. "Damn... damn... Damn it! Why do you have to be such a tease and beautiful! I could never get enough of you!"
"Grr! Then cum in me! Claim me like a bitch! I know you want it!" Chuck shouted and pushed his ass backwards, proving his valor attempts at taking a huge meat. Soon, his knot grew and got rather difficult to plunge in. In and out it went but up to a point where it was nearly impossible to pop it all in. The younger Doberman reached over and played about at his brother's massive chest, murring at the power that held within his body.
Everything about him was fantastic. His body, those beautiful shaped abs and biceps... A god in the making... and he gets to fuck him every day of his life. "Shit! Gonna knot you!"
Timmy's eyes bulged open like dinner plates. He's knotting? Wait! No no!
Squelch!! Slurp!!
Chuck howled and burst into streams of powerful cum. Rapid fires of it flooded the fox's muzzle and he swallowed as much as possible. It was literally impossible for a man to cum as much as he did after the first shot but the stud of a Doberman was different. The bulge of that canine knot rammed towards his lips and tried to force entry but he knew his limits; never take a canine's knot in your mouth unless you know you can. Unfortunately, he wasn't the type to take it up. Evidently, it was far too much and the remains streamed along his cheeks and chest, spraying the very essence of male unto him.
Not forgetting about the other Doberman behind, Carl was not far from letting off steam and a few quick and short thrust turned into a fruitful shots of purely white seed. His balls retracted and immediately cave in, pouring his first shot of the night into the very walls of his beloved brother. Seconds turned to minutes and judging from the look of both canines' faces, they were highly content and up in their own world. Timmy stood up and wiped the seed off his lips, murring at the taste of a stud.
"That was amazing," he chuckled lightly.
"Yeah... it... was..." Chuck arched his back and moaned with his tail full of Doberman meat.
"Up for another round, foxy?" Carl grinned and lapped against his brother's neck.
"Naw, it's late and I'm kinda tired from all of... this..." He pointed over. "You guys wore me out faster than an exam paper."
"Lame." One of them muttered out.
"Heh... well... it's time for me to go." The fox replied and quickly suited up, wincing for a moment as he felt cum drizzling off from his abused tail hole. He's going to feel that in the morning... yeah, definitely gonna feel that dog meat effect. "Hot damn, the car's scratched."
"You were rougher and tougher than I thought you were," Chuck flexed about and ravished in the loving embrace of his sibling. "Better than most foxes that I've fucked."
If that was a compliment, he was definitely holding his bargain up. Timmy smiled and got in, revved up the engine before screeching onwards to the exit.
And now, the duo brothers were left and they fully exposed. His knot had barely gone down and they were pretty much stuck for at least ten full minutes or so. Carl brought his brother up with his careful paws and caressed underneath his short fur, enjoying the warmth that came from it. "You hold up better than I gave you credit for."
Chuck grinded his ass gleefully but kept his composure. "But I still lost the bet."
"Oh yeah, you did but it was so worth it. How did you even manage to pick up such a sexy fox?"
"Oh... just some random teenager... running around in the middle of the night... The usual. You know how it is with these horny youngsters."
Carl stifled a guffaw and murred softly. "You are one big tease and everybody wants a piece of you. Lucky for me, I get a piece of you every other night, ya' big stud."
"Is that a fact?" The Doberman grunted.
"How about proving my point with another round of 'fuck the hunky Doberman' after our shift has ended? It'll make you moan faster than you could cry 'sexy'."
Chuck shuddered and nodded slowly. A strong whiff of their musk lingered in the air and they were more than happy to stay knotted for the whole night. However, they had a job to do and it would put them in hot water if ever their bosses found out about this. Within a few minutes of ten, his knot popped out and rivulets of cum leaked like a running river, coating the ground with white.
This is going to be a long and arduous night but totally worth it.
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