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Time seemed to dilate around the Doberman, slowing everything down to a crawl as his mind kicked into overdrive to evaluate the situation.

Mere feet in front of Michael stood what appeared to be a middle-aged Rottweiler (as evidenced by his graying fur and his just-over-modestly size gut hanging slightly over his pants' belt) who was partially obscured by the large, expensive camera he was pointing directly at the nude, jizz-covered canine.

Out of instinct, Mike attempted a quick, panicked bark, only to be muffled by Jake's hand that had been preemptively clasped around his muzzle, holding it closed. In turn, this forced him to swallow a second helping of his own spooge, still more of which was still trapped behind his clenched teeth.

As time continued to pass at a crawl's pace, Tiny began to put the pieces together, in piecemeal bursts of neural activity. Cameraman = camera. Camera = video. Video = streaming. Streaming = live. Live = complete and utter humiliation.

Eyes wide with surprise and dismay, the Doberman looked down from the lens of the camera towards his own crotch, which he realized was not only coated in thick, milky streams of cum (along with his chest, Jake's arm, and a good portion of the couch that he could see), and observed with a sick feeling in his gut that he was, even at this very moment, continuing to pump his modest length for all it was worth.

For its part, the knotted doggy-dick was still sending out waves of intense pleasure, despite the fact that its spunk output had now tapered off to an ever-dwindling drizzle that was pooling mostly on and around the slave's hand.

Acknowledging the fact that he needed to put a stop to what he had assumed to be a live streaming of his first public sex act at the hands of the lawyers and monsters (not that Michael differentiated too much between the two), the canine let go of his still-dripping length (though, the smirking cameraman would probably laugh at thought of any cock that small being called a 'length') and placed his arms on either side of himself, intending to push himself up and off the couch and towards the out of shape Rottweiler.

Practiced and honed in years of middle school and high school locker room showers, Mike knew only one tactic for how to act when someone (often another canine) mocked him for downstairs' genetic deficiency. It was why he had built up all those muscles. It was why he had turned himself calendar-stud worthy material, with hours and days spent at the gym. What he lacked in red-inches he made up for in muscle mass and attitude.

He was Michael Fuckin' Conner, and he was going to beat the ever-living shit out of that soggy, forty-something-year-old asshole cameraman.

But just as the Doberman began to tense his arms up with the intention of flinging himself off the couch and towards the too-smug sonnabitch asshole pervert voyeur camera-guy, an intense sensation of pain drained away all of his strength as he felt his arms turn to jelly and his balls turn to fire.

It was then that Tiny noticed that Jake's hand had shifted from his knot to his sack... and was firmly gripping the swelling sack in his quite-large Clydesdale hand. With the horse's other hand still holding his muzzle shut, he couldn't beg, or plead, or explain to his friend how badly that man was begging to have his ass beat.

All he could do was stare into the lens of the camera, as it stare back at him.

As the short-lived surge of adrenaline faded off and settled into simple anxiety, time began to flow at a rate approaching normal.

Finally, Tiny realized someone was talking to him. Jake.

"Calm! Calm down, Tiny... there ya go, nice and calm. Deep breaths, now. There's no reason to let the camera upset you... you remember our deal, yeah? I have a lot of friends on the internet who'd like to show us their support: financial and otherwise. But, in return, they want to know how you're getting along. Think of that camera as a one-way window to our supporters. The only reason you finally got to get off and squirt out the stored up pressure in those big balls of yours today was because we had so many emails coming in asking us for a cumshot video. Well... most of them were asking specifically about one for me, but there were a few for you too, bud. So... here we are. But, Tiny, man, you finally got off! Isn't that great?!"

In response, could only gaze with a glassy-eyed look into the camera, his face streaked with long ropes of cooling spunk. The Doberman's cock, on the other time, was telling a different story, as the short, red flesh rocket (well, more like an inexpensive firecracker) bounced and twitched around over his abs, occasionally burping up small batches of fresh tadpoles -- synthetic or otherwise.

"Oh, yeah, speaking about our fans, I want our website to have the best reputation on the internet for fan engagement and reach out. So, this being Tiny and my first video for the site ever, I wanted to start what I hope ends up being a long-lived tradition. The reading of the fan request! As Tiny's Owner and Master, it's my privilege and pleasure to read off a letter penned by a real-life paying customer of ours, and do my best to fulfill his or her request. With Tiny's help, of course. So, without further ado, the first ever Reading of The Fan Request!"

As the horse Overseer (and now Owner... and now Master) released his grip on Mike's muzzle to reach into his pocket, if the cum-coated pet was tempted to use his newly freed mouth to protest, this was idea was quickly squashed as he felt Jake's strong digits dig in around his ball flesh. The unspoken message was clear: rocking the boat now would have incredibly painful consequences.

And so, as the canine continued to stare dumbly into the camera (blinking occasionally), Jake read from the folded plain white letter he had produced from his pocket.

"So, this is a letter from a pre-purchasing customer who really dug the pitch on our latest teaser site update. For those of you haven't dropped by lately, check the gallery for new still images of Tiny taking a shower. There's even a few pictures of him stroking it under the steamy water, and one really great one where he presses his hot cock against the chilly glass. He must have been trying to take the edge off his intense sexual frustration. It's really a great shot. Anyway, back to the letter. It reads:

'Dear Master Jake,

Are you two really real-life friends? That's so hot! Anyway, my request is -- next time you let Tiny get off, can you tease his overly-sensitive prick with your tongue, then make out with him so he gets to taste himself? By the way, I really love seeing small-cocked guys get sucked off! It's so cute!'

As the Clydesdale was reading, Michael couldn't help but turn his head to look at the man.

'Did a fan really write that? What kind of perverts are we marketing to?! There's no way Jake would go along with that... why is he even reading that shit out loud. And can't he see I need a goddamn shower? Oh man... shower. They're posting pictures of me showering. Oh, fuck man, the restroom. What about me pissing?! Is that on the site too? What about me taking a shit! This is so fucked, man.'

Folding the letter and placing it back into his pants' pocket, the Overseer replied, "Thank you so much for the great letter! And for the kinky idea. Actually, that wasn't part of the original idea for today's taping, but, like I said, we really want you fans out there to know how much we are listening. So, each video we're going to be incorporating a fan request, just like the one I just read. This means we'll be picking one for each video, so send in your ideas! Remember, though, we only pick letters from those who are Platinum Membership or higher. Not only that, but Platinum Membership gives you all kinds of other perks. You even get to vote on new decorations for the Kennel! Tiny doesn't get to hear about these in advance, so each addition to the Kennel is a bona-fide surprise for him. And now, without further product plugging: the fulfillment to our first ever Fan Request."

'No... there's no way he'd really... I mean, but not REALLY--'

Letting his iron grip on Tiny's balls go, Jake placed both hands under Mike's naked torso and shuffled him around so as to place him in a more comfortable and convenient position. Then, leaning his head down so that his lips were mere inches away the Doberman's knotted and spunk streaked erection, turned his head slightly towards the canine's face so that he could enjoy the dog's expression as he worked, and then, in a quick dive, took all of Tiny's meat between his lips and into his spacious mouth (at least compared to how much room the pet would need to occupy).

Immediately an overwhelming surge of sensations assaulted what felt like each individual nerve on Tiny's pole, as the horse tongue and lips worked the recently-jizzed dick mercilessly. Never in his life had Mike experienced a blowjob like this -- not that he had received too many in his life, as he was usually far too embarrassed to expose himself to a potential sex partner, even one offering him a string-free blowjob.

It was too much, too raw, and too forceful to be strictly pleasurable. The sensitive flesh sent conflicting signals of extreme discomfort and exquisite pleasure to still-horny dog. He wanted to beg Jake to stop -- he wanted to beg Jake to keep going. Instead he did neither and instead simply tried to ride it out.

But instead of it being a one or two minute affair, the still-dressed Overseer kept going. And going. And going. All the while looking up towards the Doberman's eyes with an infuriatingly pleased expression on his face. At last, it clicked into place for the pet dog. The Clydesdale wasn't doing this because he had to... he was going down on Mike because he was enjoying it. And that meant that this tortuous, wonderful, awful, amazing suckjob wasn't going to end until the horse was satisfied.

And Mike knew from their long friendship that his pal could at times have a ravenous appetite.

With nothing else to do, Mike closed his eyes and gave into the sensations. His hyper-sensitive flesh dutifully reported to him every stroke of the Clydesdale's tongue... every caress of his lips... and every arse-puckering encounter of his friend's blunt teeth against his modest-sized knot.

For five minutes this went on. Then ten. Twenty. Thirty. The entire time Tiny could sense the somewhat-pudgy Rottweiler circling around the couch, capturing the action from every possible angle.

Eventually, Mike's breathing changed and he began thrusting his hips up towards the horse's lips to gain extra traction. What extra traction there was to gain with a mere four and a half inches of meat was difficult to gauge for Jake, but he found himself smiling around the dog's -- HIS dog's -- pud. This is what the Overseer had been counting on. He knew his newly acquired pet would most certainly have a second shot waiting in those long denied balls, and he'd been aggressively pursuing it.

Sure, it probably would have taken far less time had the dog's pleasure been foremost in his mind, but this was something Jake was doing for himself. To him, this felt like he was laying claim to Tiny, beyond a shadow of a doubt. Because this was for his pleasure... and, secondarily, the pleasure of paying customers. The Clydesdale didn't necessarily enjoy the fact that the squirming Doberman was suffering under his ministrations... but neither did the thought burden him unduly. The dog had gotten himself into this situation, with this absurdly small, sluttish cock. It was only right and just that Jake put the offending organ through its paces.

Once more the Overseer gently dragged his blunt teeth back and forth over the canine's knot. If Mike protested or complained, Jake had prepared in advance with a paddle, a ball-gag, a pair of handcuffs, a bottle of lube, and a thick dildo hidden under the sofa. In the blink of an eyes the Overseer had been ready to turn their first video into an impromptu punishment session, where he would paddle the dog's well-muscled ass before forcing the slave's arse ring to buckle and give way to a horse-cock shaped dildo.

It was, of course, much smaller than the Overseer's own massive pole, but Jake felt it was only appropriate that the first cock (fake or not) to take Tiny on film would be a horse cock. After all... they'd be getting to real thing soon enough.

But somewhat thankfully (and to Mike's blissful ignorance) the ball-gag, cuffs, lube, and dildo stayed hidden under the sofa as the dog silently and dutifully put up with his Owner's teeth grinding back and forth over his pained knot.

Instead, the dog began whimpering softly with need, as the pair neared the thirty five minute mark. By this point, he was very, very ready to spew another batch of doggie cream... but of course the insidious device residing in his over-sized scrotum prevented any impermissible eruptions.

Now that Jake got his friend thinking with his balls again, he moved onto the second phase of his blowjob plan. Reaching out and taking both of the dog's hands in his own, he squeezed them briefly in a show of support, before he took the dog's left hand (which Mike allowed to be moved in the hopes that it would conclude this humiliation situation sooner if he complied), moved it over a pool of cooling pearly-white spunk, used the dog's fingers as a makeshift spoon, and brought the hand up to Tiny's mouth.

The intent was clear. Michael knew that to earn his cum and to make the teeth stop their terrible grinding against his knot flesh, he'd have to live up to the promise he gave Jake earlier. He'd have to 'clean his plate', as the Clydesdale put it. For a moment, the slave hesitated as he tried to brainstorm alternatives to obedience, but Jake quickly put a stop to this by placing and locking his teeth firmly behind the dog's knot (and so, near the sheath) and pulling back, simulating a painful tie with an unruly hole, trying to run with Tiny's tackle. It was an intensely unpleasant experience for the purebred. Jake, for his part, thought it was hot as hell as he felt the knotted cock flesh smash into the back of his teeth and try to fit between the far too-small gap between his upper and lower pearly whites.

The tug-o-war between Mike's sheathe and Jake's mouth lasted less than fifteen seconds before the Doberman gave in, opening his mouth and allowing the Overseer to cram his own cum-coated digits into his mouth... tasting his own not-so-warm essence.

Immediately after, the horse once against maneuvered his pet's hand to the very same pool of jizz it had just departed from, as he wanted to make clear to the slave that there was still work. In fact, when considering the nearly comical amount of spoo produced by the horned-up pup, there was a great deal of work to do, before Mike 'cleaned his plate'.

Unable to bring himself to immediate compliance with his friend's demand, Michael dawdled once more in silent contemplation. As way of response, Jake once more gleefully took the opportunity to put Tiny in his place, letting the dog's cock slip out from between his lips and instead going south... towards the Doberman's well-pummeled nuts.

Taking the pair of semi-swollen testes into his mouth, Jake closed his eyes and waited to be rewarded with the subtle sounds of cum slurping. Blissfully for Mike's sake, it wasn't long before the well-built jock set to work, scooping batch after batch of luke-warm puppy tadpoles into his mouth and down the hatch. It was like beautiful music to the Overseer's ears, and now, instead of mauling the poor eggs with herbivore teeth, the horse instead did his best to soothe the poor beast's pains, but licking, lapping, and sucking at the self-abused testicals.

Simultaneously, he began stroking the dog off using both of his hands. Once more, this would probably appear fairly comical to many viewers, as two large horse hands manipulated and played with a cock whose length and width made it particularly difficult for both hands to find room to engage in. The Overseer, for his part, enjoyed the challenge. He even dipped both hand's fingertips into the goo congealing around near the base of the dog's sheathe to bring an element of lubrication into his double handjob. In this sense, he was competing with Mike's hands, as both fought to unexhausted reserves of semen, the pairs hands bumping into each other from time to time as they both settled on the same wetted, furry area.

At long last (from Michael's perspective), there were no more obvious pools of jizz, and so, licking his lips to clear them of the shameful evidence of his lewdly recorded sex act, he settled in to impatiently await his induced cumshot.

But, unluckily for him, Jake had one more twist for the finale of their inaugural debut video.

Briefly taking his lips away from his pet's furred (and quite hefty) sack, the Overseer insisted, "Beg, puppy. Beg like you need this... like we both know you do. Beg... and remember to call me Master."

This time when Mike paused to contemplate the latest unreasonable demand, Jake didn't push him or hurry him along. He knew this was a critical moment for the Doberman, as well as the website itself. All he could do was hope and pray that he had incentivized his high school bud enough to obey and follow along with the program. Well, not just pray. He also continued to enthusiastically jerk off his friend while suckling on his balls, counting on the fact that the still cum-laden would be enough of a carrot to convince the puppy not to take the stick. Or, in this case, the dildo hidden under the sofa.

So Jake worked on Mike's tackle and waited... one minute stretching into two... two into three. Letting his fingers and tongue work his boy into a sexual frenzy, so that he would use the swollen downstairs brain to evaluate the situation, rather than the grey matter housed upstairs.

At long last, with another pitiful whimper, Tiny's tough front cracked.

"Please.... please, Jake... Sir... Master. Please! I need to shoot so bad, man. Like, you can't even understand, dude. One wasn't enough. Master, please, I did what you wanted, Jake. I... swatted my own nuts. I... umm... cleaned myself up. All on fucking camera, man. That's gotta count for extra, dude. Oh maaan, you don't know what your lips are doing to me down there. Master... please! Take care of... of your puppy-iiiieeee!!"

Desiring the best cinematic effect possible for the fans, viewers, and paying customers, when Jake heard Mike use to the word 'puppy' in relation to himself, he knew that was the perfect time to depress the button that his finger had been waiting on, having taken both hands off the dog's cock so that his large hands didn't obscure the camera's view of the pitifully small dog meat spewing its second load.

Again he had pushed both buttons, one to induce a real orgasm on the part of Tiny and one to simulate a coinciding faux orgasm of synthetic tadpoles. He justified it himself by recognizing the fact that it would be a very uncommon event for Tiny to be allowed even a single authentic cumshot in a day, much less two back to back. This was Jake's reward to his puppy for being a good boy: allowing him to jerk himself off and to cum twice in the same day. Two things that will most likely never occur again for the unlucky pup.

Leaning up and sitting back, the Overseer allowed the cameraman an entirely unobstructed perspective on the last bit of the cum-geyser explosion, before leaning down once more, pursing his lips and sucking in a mouthful of Doberman cream (tasting it for the first time himself), before pulling Mike up into a masculine kiss (much to the dog's wide-eyed suprise), complete with tongue wrestling and cum swapping.

As the couple made out (with the horse being a much more active participant than his submissive), the Overseer kept his pet close using a hand on the back of the Doberman's hand, while using his other hand to unzip his pants, fish out his long thick Clydesdale flesh-pole.

Then Jake did something that hoped would catapult their mostly-entirely-unknown website into being a key conversation piece of sex and kink forums the internet over.

Thrusting his hips upwards with his massive horse shaft jutting out, Jake maneuvered their passionate make out session so that his blunt cock pressed into the sides of their lip-locked muzzles and directly in-between the pair who were making out on camera. Tiny's eyes opened at the sensation of pre-cum moist flesh pressing into his mouth, and widened as he tried to back away, not wanting to kiss the horse's dick, only to be forced back into the kiss by his Overseer.

Now, rather than just making out solely with each other, the muzzle-tangled pair were forced to accommodate the insistent intrusion of Jake's tremendously needy cock head. And at his Master's insistence, Owner and slave engaged in trading saliva, Mike's cum, and Jake's pre-cum, as their lips struggled to stay in contact with each other, constantly pressed apart by the Overseer's impressive endowment.

Leaving one hand behind the Doberman's head to ensure continued compliance with the unconventional kiss, Jake took one of the dog's hand in his grip and began making the dog jerk him off. Having shot twice already, Mike was not exactly giving his best performance, so once again the Overseer was forced to take the pup's balls in hand, resulting in a much more passionate stroking action on the part of the dog as the Doberman brought both of his hands into the mix.

The Clydesdale was close now. This entire session had pushed all sorts of buttons for him, and he was more than ready to let loose.

Thus, just over five minutes into their make out session on the horse's dick, Jake provided his contribution into the mix, nearly choking the poor Doberman as at the last second he angled his cock to point towards and into the puppy's muzzle, rather than his own. But soon both their tongues and lips were thoroughly saturated in the horse's white spunk.

The horse insisted that they both continue to kiss for another full minute after he came in Tony's mouth before allowing the pup to pull back and catch his breath. As the two panted heavily from the unheard of sex act, Jake addressed the camera one last time:

"Well, that's it for our first video. Hope everyone enjoyed it as much as we did! It looks like Tiny still has plenty of resistance and stubbornness left in him, so I'm sure that'll make all you S&M fans out there happy as we work on my puppy's obedience. In the meantime, remember that we currently have an on-going contest for the dildo-mold competition! The winner gets to watch as I feed their dildo mold into both ends of Tiny in one of our upcoming videos. Please note that it won't necessarily be the biggest cock mold that wins our competition, but the one with the best idea on how Tiny will be required to play with it. Until next time: Jake and Tiny out."

And with the camera still rolling and for the enjoyment of the audience, the Clydesdale casually said, "Okay Tiny, get that tongue to work and get me clean. Start with my balls and work your way up."

The last picture the camera captured before fading to black was Mike's cum coated, panting face being pressed into the horse's pool-ball sized nuts.

"Cut!," Marty the cameraman called out, prompting Jake to stop smothering the dog with his sack. "Great job, you two. I think you really nailed it. That was some sick shit. And I say that in the most complimentary way possible."

Smiling, Jake responded, "That was all Tiny. He really went the extra mile for that. Great job, bud. I'm proud of you."

Now that the camera had stopped rolling, Michael had been planning picking up where he left off in regards to the sack of shit, smug looking camera man. But, seeing the jovial mood of the room, and knowing the severe punishment that would result from it, he bottled it up and kept his thoughts (and fists) to himself.

Seeing Tiny's expression, Jake decided playing innocent with Mike was the best approach -- as if he had no idea why the dog might be severely put out.

"What's the matter, dude? I thought you'd be glad... or at least, relaxed. You got off not once, but twice! Remember just a couple days ago when you had no idea if it would be weeks or months till they let you jizz? Well, here we are, man. Look at what the two of us accomplished! A fantastic start to our website, and two recently drained balls for you. Life's not so bad, yeah?"

With a dazed expression on his face, at first Michael could only dumbly blink in response to Jake's words. Finally, he spoke up with, "Can I grab a shower?"

"Of course, dude. Actually, I need to head off and hand the video off to our editors and web team, but I want you to hang out here with our cameraman. Interview him, ask him some questions, and see if you think he'll be a good fit. I'll want to hear your thoughts later, and perhaps we can bring him on full time as our on-point perspective cameraman. Okay, I'm off for a while. I'll see you later today."

Before the canine could even protest about Jake leaving him naked, covered in cum with some fully-dressed (but with an obvious hard-on in his pants) middle-aged pervert Rottweiler, the Clydesdale had already grabbed the camera and headed out the door, leaving Mike alone with the smiling man.

For a moment, the two simply stared at each, only interrupted by the man adjusting his package and his eyes looked up and down Mike's nude jock body.

'Fuck this shit' the canine thought to himself.

"I'm going to hop in the shower. You won't watch, right?"

"Oh, I'm definitely going to watch."

"Don't fuck with me, faggot. You heard Jake. If I don't like you, you're out of here."

"That's an interesting interpretation of what the horse said. Wildly inaccurate, but, interesting nonetheless. Go take your shower. Unless you like looking like a cum rag. Maybe I should take some more pictures for the website?"

Getting up off the couch and turning on his heel, Mike stormed off towards the plastic-walled shower, furious to know that there'd be no way to prevent the shit-bag camera man from watching him wash the cum out of his fur.

Keeping his back to the man in hopes of pretending he wasn't even there, the stud of a Doberman headed to the transparent-walled bathroom in the center of the room. The one with the five cameras pointing directly into it.

As he hopped into the shower and began the lengthy process of getting cum out of his fur, Tiny kept his back turned to the obnoxious cameraman. Unfortunately for him, that meant Mike didn't see the man approaching the plastic-walled shower... the self-described 'Alpha' canine taking off his shirt and unzipping his pants.