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My, my, what a naughty idea did I get from Sanmer for a commission...and here is the hefty, pleasurable end result, full of Spandex-clad heroes, mad scientists and a lot of interesting canine fun! I hope you like the story, and I look forward to your feedback - also remember that all votes, faves and watches will help others to find these stories to enjoy as well!

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MUAHAHHAHAAHAHAH!

Bolts of ominous electricity arched between the strange metal pillows erected on each side of the hard platform Captain Hero laid strapped upon, the air smelling of ozone and crackling with the effects of the charge that made the Doberman's furs stand upright, as much as they could on such a sleek-furred canine, his body otherwise covered in black and red protective garment.

"Now you see what you have become, Captain Hero!" a booming voice echoed through the underground cave, from the steel platform standing above the tied-down Doberman, up there, a creature wearing all whites, paws enclosed in huge green gloves, clutching the railing while the crazy-haired man gazed upon his lair. "Now you shall become part of my plan!"

"What do you think you are doing, Doctor Mutato?" Captain Hero growled in the voice that put fear into the hearts of all his foes, including his arch enemy and nemesis, the deranged physicist Doctor Mutato whose accident with a particle accelerator had rendered him insane and bent upon world annihilation.

"What do I do? What do I do?" the beagle with the frizzed hair standing up on the catwalk yelled, his voice rising into a nasal crescendo. "What do you think this is for, Captain Hero? I am channeling the energy of your plasmahypertronic brain cells into the transmorphenic generator, which will create an energy bubble so strong that it will pull the Moon out of its orbit and cause it to collide with the Earth...unless the World Peace Organization agrees to pay me nine hundred trillion dollars I require to build a transdimensional gateway that will take me and my loyal Mutant followers into a new life on Jupiter's moon of Europa!"

Captain Hero let out a fearless bark, sneering in the face of the danger posed by even someone as deranged as Doctor Mutato, the once renowned Princeton scientist now tormented by his mad dreams.

"They will never pay to someone like you, Doctor Mutato!" Captain Hero boomed. "The World Peace Army will find you and arrest you and take you to the maximum security prison for villains in...GENEVA!"

The beagle on his platform laughed, his cackle echoing from the stone walls and making it ring mightily even in the hero's ears, protected with the cowl of his outfit or not. The shrill voice had a way of getting to him, even if he knew that the deviant doctor had never managed to best him yet...and never would.

"The world shall tremble with fear of my weapon...and the World Peace Organization has no chance but to agree to my choice or they shall be...PULVERIZED!" the Doctor threw his rubber gauntlet-covered paws high up over his head and cackled while the arcs of electricity coursed past him, the whole room filling with energy.

"AND IT SHALL COMMENCE NOW!"

Captain Hero tensed as he felt his life force start to become sapped out of him, the strange energy field touching him, taking his energy...his life...his love for peace and justice, all these powerful mental and physical forces not being converted into tools of evil in the cruel paws of the fallen genius...

"You still have good in you, Doctor Mutato!" Captain Hero beckoned. "Remember...remember the man you were, remember Professor Cornelius Fischkauferin, the man who wanted to bring endless energy to the poor people of the developing countries with your atmospheric siphon...the invention that would have brought you the Nobel Prizes in Peace and Physics...do not throw that away, Doctor...Professor!"

"SILENCE!" the beagle yelled over the crackle of electricity. "Do not spout lies out of your muzzle, you foolish man! You know that he is gone...trapped in that parallel universe I came from...to replace that fool in your world..."

"The Professor was a kind man!" Captain Hero replied in a level tone, even as he felt his heart race, his muscles grow weaker with the energy being sucked from him and fed into the doomsday device of the Doctor's making. "He would never allow you to do this!"

"HE IS DEEEEEAD!" Doctor Mutato boomed. "Nobody from this world can survive for long in that place...that dark place without such foolishness as justice...or superheroes...and look at yourself now...at my mercy...the very tool of my destruction....HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

"I SHALL NEVER SUBMIT!" Captain Justice bellowed. "YOU SHALL NOT DO EVIL WITH MY POWERS!"

The gloomy Doctor stepped over to a control console filled with blinking lights and levers...one of which he grabbed and pulled all the way down, the humming of the electric equipment only intensifying while he did so. The entire room began to tremble.

"WRONG!" Doctor Mutato cackled. "YOU SHALL BEND BEFORE MY WILL!"

The hero tensed against his bounds, the electric beams crashing upon him in a massive wave of light and energy.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!" the beagle threw his head back and barked with joy as he saw the helpless hero become enveloped in a flood of electricity.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"CUT!

"RING! RING! RING!"

The bell rang to signal everyone in and out of the building that they were done for now, and a brief lull of quiet fell, before activity resumed.

"IT'S A WRAP FOLKS, THANK YOU!" the otter sitting in front of his monitors yelled into his compulsory megaphone.

Colby was still lying on his slab, with the electric arcs still zapping through the air above him.

"Can someone turn off these things?!" the Doberman yelped, starting to feel decisively uncomfortable with the presence of that many artificial lightings strikes above him.

"PULL THE PLUG ON SFX!" someone yelled into a megaphone.

Colby let out a breath of relief when the zapping finally ended, and Julie, the stagehand cougar, floated by him and started to remove the convincing-looking restraints from the Spandex-clad Doberman.

"Phew!" Colby chuckled.

"CLEAN-UP CREW TO STAGE FOUR!"

"That was one fun scene!" Juliet purred as she got a change to not so surreptitiously feel up the Doberman's arms in the process of taking off his doomsday device shackles.

"Hahah, yeah, it was," Colby replied, feeling sweaty and tired inside his full-body condom outfit after so much method acting for one day, "but damn I'm spent!"

"Yeah, why is that Thursdays are always mad?" the cougar mused.

"Because we shoot special effects scenes on Thursdays," Colby chuckled as he sat up on the slab and rubbed his gloves-covered wrists that felt a bit itchy after his long suspension, and not in a good way, either.

"SNOW MONSTER PICK-UP SHOOT ON STAGE FOUR BEGINS IN FIFTEEN MINUTES! STUNT PERSONNEL, REPORT TO STAGE FOUR!"

Colby yawned and carefully pulled always his cowl, revealing an easy-going muzzle and some eyes that didn't look quite so stern once not enclosed in his heroic hood.

"Can you get a bottle of water for me?" Colby asked from the cougar.

"Sure!" the cat purred, "be right back!"

"ASSISTANT DIRECTOR TO THE VIEWING ROOM FOR RUSHES!"

Colby barely had the time to scratch his sweaty belly for a few moments before the familiar shape of the beagle filled his field of view, complete with his crazy hair, the white mad scientist smock and the green gauntlet-like gloves, still covering nimble paws.

"Great job!" the beagle smiled and lifted his paw in a high-five.

"Thanks, Henry!" the Doberman spoke gruffly as he slapped his own gloved paw against the beagle's in a rubbery high-five, "you really let it all go there, didn't you?"

"As always," the beagle chuckled, "It's not quite Shakespeare but it's fun alright."

"Hah, you bet," the Doberman smiled, "and I'm glad it's over...I'm sweating my ass off!"

"My head feels like it's got a bee's nest in it," the beagle gave a small tug at the crazy Albert Einstein wig that'd been patched on in the morning, "this thing's heavy."

"Thought you'd be used to it after three seasons," Colby smirked.

"SPECIAL EFFECTS CREW TO STAGE FOUR!"

"Well I'm only recurring..." Henry winked, "I don't have to do this all the time..."

"You're still the most popular villain on the show," Colby chuckled, "the vote on Captain Hero wiki says that you got 36% of the votes, beating The Tentacle Man and the Deep Frozen Nazi."

"How do you know something like that?" the beagle snickered. "Do you read Captain Hero Wiki?"

"Well, gotta know what the fans like," Colby replied.

"I know what I'd like," the beagle winked.

"Oh?" the Doberman grinned.

The beagle began to say something, but a rush of furs wearing coveralls appeared and began to fiddle with the machinery surrounding Doctor Mutato's torture bed. Colby gave the sudden ruckus a long look and chuckled.

"Are you sure these are safe, guys?" he asked. "Are these real Tesla Coils?"

One of the furs, a raccoon, gave him a long look and a shrug.

"They're only dangerous if there's anything that conducts electricity nearby, and you know all this is Styrofoam and plaster and plywood," the raccoon explained in a bored voice.

"I'll take your word for that," Colby mused as he hopped up to his footpaws and stretched himself out. "Damn I'm tired!"

"Let's hope we don't need to do any re-shoots," Henry the beagle mused, "I could certainly call it a day."

"Depends on what the boss says on the rushes, I guess," Colby yawned.

"CONSTRUCTION CREW TO STAGE FIVE!"

"How many scenes do we have left for tomorrow?" Henry asked, "I thought we did pages 16 through thirty today?"

Colby shrugged.

"Still have to shoot the scenes at the Alpha Base Control with General Rightful and Professor Smith," Colby said, "but guess that's not yours then..."

"I'm still working tomorrow," the beagle replied, "I have to shoot some SFX on the greenscreen room, you know, when the doom ray turns itself on me, I'm gonna fade out of the universe..."

"Oh, right," Colby nodded slowly, "sorry, it's a bit of a blur in my mind now...maybe these Tesla coils are affecting my mind..."

"Or you need coffee," Henry smiled.

"Or that," Colby agreed.

"Or that," Henry repeated.

"Aww, look at you!" Juliet the cougar declared as she floated back to the set, water bottles in her paws, "Captain Hero and his nemesis Doctor Mutato getting along so splendidly..."

"His darkest secret," Colby winked as he took a pleasantly cold bottle of water from the cougar, "better not tell the kids."

"Probably, yeah," the beagle snickered, "though bet this would make a good DVD extra..."

"Should I get a camera?" Juliet purred.

"Hahah," Colby chuckled.

"You mind moving from here?" the raccoon sounded pissed off again, paws full of strange cables and circuitry. "We're trying to take this thing apart."

"Aren't we gonna start shooting here next week for part two?" Henry frowned. "And you're demolishing the set?"

"No, we just need the Tesla coils and the van de Graaf generators for the special effects crew to start filming at the underwater base of the Cyber-People for episode 19. We're gonna bring these back for Monday. These are really expensive pieces, you know. They're rented, can't waste any time with them."

"Oh, right..."

"I have to come at five tomorrow," Juliet grumbled, "need to help setting up that Cyber-People base on Soundstage 9."

"Well let's hope we don't have to come at five for pick-ups," Colby chuckled, "what's the point of making a hundred grand per episode if you never get any time off?"

"Rich boy," Henry snarked.

Colby clapped his chest and puffed it out.

"That's Captain Hero for you, you evil foe!"

Juliet giggled.

"That's more like it."

"I'll get him one day," Henry winked as he made a joking jab in the air towards the Doberman.

"Not with these scripts they keep throwing at us," Colby rumbled.

"I heard rumors he's gonna get really close in the season finale when he teams up with The Invisible Cat Burglar and Mamba the Terrible on a plan to send Captain Hero to Venus on a rocket they steal from the Russians." Henry snickered.

"Oh, I heard they're gonna have a floating iceberg lair on that one," Juliet giggled, "looking forward to all that fake snow!"

"It gives me hives," Colby groaned.

"Awww..." Juliet purred.

"ALRIGHT, STAGE FOUR, WE'RE GOOD, IT'S A WRAP FOR TODAY!"

"Oh thank you!" Henry yelped victoriously. "I'm out to makeup and hair."

"I'm out to shower," Colby chuckled," this Spandex is getting nasty."

"Looks really nice, though," the cougar purred as she observed the skin-tight apparel once more, the garment which offered only a minute sense of modesty for their wearer.

"Aww, don't I get any love?" Henry chuckled.

The cougar looked at the beagle and winked.

"You're just cute...he's...prime beef..."

"Owww..." the beagle pouted playfully.

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Sun was setting by the time Colby finally parked his convertible to the driveway in front of his nifty bachelor pad and hopped out of the car without opening the door. The actor Doberman wore sunglasses and a V-necked shirt that hugged his form in a slightly more tantalizing manner than the previous Spandex, and even the worn-out jeans and the takeaway food bag slung from one paw didn't really spoil the image of a carefree thirty-something. The house he entered with his key wasn't probably yet big enough to qualify as a mansion, but as far as houses went, it was alright, with four bedrooms, a sauna and a pool area, so he wasn't really looking to upgrade just yet. He was the master of his own domain, after all, and that was good enough for starters.

The Doberman was halfway through demolishing his chicken and rice straight out of the box when his iPhone beeped in his pocket. The Doberman's eyes flicked eagerly as he took out his phone and checked out the mystery number.

ETA 15 MINUTES

STUCK AT LIGHTS

TERRIBLE TRAFFIC TONIGHT! : (

Colby chuckled briefly at the message, but his stubby tail was wagging against the couch. The message was a promising one, and it was putting all sorts of fun ideas into his mind now that he could finally kick off, and know that he only had to be at the studio at eight instead of five AM like today...which suited him juuuuuuuuuust fine. The Doberman smirked and licked his lips, tasting some of the spicy sauce. Hmmm...the food was a godsend after the grueling day at work - but when weren't they - but at least the extracurricular activities for today seemed to be amusing.

He had just about time to finish up his chicken and toss the containers away, and checking the clock, he saw that there was about five minutes to go...not that much, but he could dash. The Doberman's tongue was lolling out of muzzle as he climbed upstairs and went into his other bedroom, the one that was kept locked and he didn't let his maid service to clean.

The Doberman felt aroused the moment he entered the room, really, the smell of leather and rubber always did that to him - sometimes that was a bitch while working on the show, since they were rather recurring themes when it came to the outfits and the like...but here, he could indulge in his special preferences about them without trouble. He could feel himself growing more aroused simply by breathing in the scent of the playroom...the one where he had spent so many enjoyable hours, and would now, too, he wondered...perhaps.

He didn't waste time undressing, everything went off and soon stood there buck naked, a tall, ripped Doberman with a sleek yet toned body, full of firm muscle, powerful shoulders, and a cute ass that looked great on his superhero outfit, Colby had to admit. He was glad there were a couple of mirrors in the room...those could come in handy on occasion, he thought, as he checked himself out, tail wagging still, arms high above his head while he admired the hunky cover boy body on the mirror image. He might've not been the 19-year-old who had done a few gigs of underwear modeling before he had managed to start getting his first acting jobs (pictures of which apparently did circulate the internet among more mature fans of Captain Hero to their great amusement), but he looked great for 32...not as boyish as before, but tall, perfectly proportioned, handsome, a bit playful, if he cracked a smile...while he did, because he was a cheerful guy...the swelling of his sheath and those nice balls below it only made the image better he thought, lapping it all up he was, in just a little bit of narcissistic pleasure, staring at his own apparition. It was so easy to let his paws run over his body, grab a nipple or an ab...going over the fuzz nearing his crotch and then cupping the plump, swelling sheath. Colby let out a pleased grumble at the sensation and felt himself twitch nicely.

"Hmmmhmhhh..."

As much fun as it was, he knew that time was at premium - the traffic might surprise them, after all, and he really wanted to be ready on time. Colby quickly walked over to the rather innocent-looking dresser and opened it to reveal an expensive collection of goodies. The scent of leather and rubber only intensified once had the door open, his eyes roaming over the items while a single paw scratched a mild manly itch on his thigh.

"Hmmmmmm..." Colby mused as he wondered what to pick...there were many options, after all, and he could really go to town on this one...make it into a very pleasant evening...gearing up was just the first step, after all.

A brief contemplation led him into picking a favorite, an easy choice, considering how well it matched some of his...more specific preferences. The red and black rubber jockstrap felt heavy and nice in his paws, and he couldn't resist the urge to lift it up to his muzzle and take a sniff of its well-set musk...that particular piece had been worn a lot of times in the past. The fact that the colors just happened to coincide with those of his work uniform wasn't a detail he missed...and never failed to bring a broad smirk to his face, even now as he carefully stuffed himself into the snug rubber jock. The nearby mirror offered a good view of his pouch, and the snap of the elastics against his waist only made him growl and grumble with pleasure...that was one good, hot piece of gear, he thought...hmmm...

"Nnniiice..."

He pulled out a plastic box from the nearby shelf inside the wardrobe and picked up a matching collar, black rubber and red leather and studs on it, which he snapped around his neck. It was tight enough without really making it difficult to breathe, and the cool leather really felt good on him. He put similar bands around his ankles and his wrists, mostly for decorative purposes, and since they felt hot, and looked even better, posing in front of the mirror as he was, and feeling himself throb inside his naughty jock. A brief consideration prompted him to pick up a traditional black leather harness, one of those things where the leather straps ended in a big shiny steel ring over his breastbone.

He was weighting a heavy black doggie hood in his paws when the distant chime of the doorbell stopped him...that was the sign that his guest had arrived. As nice as the hood was, he didn't want the guest to wait...so instead he simply snapped a leash onto the ring on his collar and let it trail heavily over his back while he slowly descended the stairs, enjoying the feel of the rubber stroking over his erection while he took the final steps. He ducked to the side onto to corridor leading into the kitchen and used the door video intercom to check that it really was his guest and not a random stranger...appearing on the door in such a garb would probably be a bad idea...

He'd just turned around to head over to let the guest in when the front door suddenly swung open, prompting Colby to curse - hadn't he given him the key, a few weeks back, when he'd just...when they'd just talked about it and it'd seemed like the most natural thing to do as a next step in their relationship...he shouldn't have worried about it, Colby realized now, his ears flicking as he chortled at his forgetfulness. Maybe the job was really getting to him...or maybe he was simply too horny to remember small details like that off the cuff...

"HELLOOO?"

Colby stepped into view from the arch into the kitchen corridor and revealed himself to the guest, the stocky, smiling figure wearing a low-cut shirt and some comfortable cargo pants, and looking quite instantly at home in the hall of the big house. He'd just been looking around, but his eyes instantly found the sight of the Doberman standing there in his naughty gear, and an even bigger smile split the beagle's compact muzzle.

"Well hello there indeed..."

"Hey-o!" Colby put on his most seductive smile while he stood there, leaning onto the wall and making sure that the beagle would get a really good look at everything he was packing...and some of which was indeed packed in a nice rubber surprise wrapping.

"Someone's been waiting for me, I see..." Henry observed, as he swiftly kicked the door shut to ensure no peeking eyes could steal the sight of the Doberman there, reserved only for him for now.

"I had some dinner..." Colby replied in an understated manner, as he clasped the leash hanging from his neck, halfway down or so, and then gently twirled it in the air in front of him, his smile getting broader, "and then I put on something nice just for you..."

The beagle's tail began to wag as he stared at every detail of the Doberman's getup, the collar, the leather bands, and of course, that playfully handled leash, swinging ever so beckoningly...it was difficult not to stare at it, even with the distraction offered by the rest of the Dobie's natural charms. Henry smirked broadly and puffed out his own more moderate chest, though even standing there, Colby could see the pleasant bulge of his arms in his sleeves...the beagle might have been smaller in stature, but he certainly packed some muscle of his own, a fact that was not lost on either of them. Neither of them was a scrawny male by any means...and both had an attitude to match.

"Uh huh?" Henry stated, taking a few slow steps towards the Doberman, his head tilted to the side as he observed the hunky actor from a cozy distance for now.

"Yep," Colby winked, "I know what you like..."

"You do?" Henry teased, grinning as he took another well-measured step.

"I'd say," Colby flicked a cocky ear at the beagle, "I have a few ideas..."

"So tell me..." Henry draw the words out of his muzzle, only a couple of yards away now, "and the thing you're not supposed to do?"

Colby dropped the leash from his paw and then simply stood up so that he was filling most of the archway into the kitchen, his muscles in perfect display for the approaching fellow male.

"If you're referring to the fact that you told me not to shower after coming back from work..." Colby mused, staring at the approaching male.

"Maybe I am..." Henry rumbled, now only three feet away, well within the radius of the Doberman's personal, heady musk that was unmistakable by then, deep, fragrant and exquisitely masculine in all the right ways to attract the proper kind of attention from a fellow male of interesting leanings.

"What do you think?" Colby, well aware that the beagle could smell him, turned to his side and lifted his paw again to reveal one musky, gently furred armpit for scrutiny.

The beagle's paws landed on him with possessive familiarity, over his arm and his back, feeling up muscles that tensed deliciously under his touch. His paws might have been small, but they were strong and he squeezed upon the curves he could feel under his pads. The Doberman bared his teeth, huffed and growled, and struck up an even more sensual a pose in response, grinning from the corner of his muzzle to the smiling, waggy-tailed canine standing by him.

"I think..." Henry rumbled, as he took a deep whiff, held his breath, and exhaled very slowly through his nosepad, "I think you're just about right...hmmm..."

Colby tensed briefly at the sensation of the warm, dry pad under his arm, brushed through the ticklish fuzz of hair there, collecting scent for deep scrutiny that lasted for a few moments...the beagle's muzzle lingering, and sampling a good dose of the musk the Doberman had developed throughout the hard day at work. Now his scent marked the beagle's cheeks and face, covering it with a soft layer of doggie sweat and other secretions of note...sensual, intimate, and rauncy...just the way the two of them liked it, thoroughly familiar with each other as they were.

"Hmmmmhmh that feels good..." Colby mumbled, enjoying the sensation of the beagle's breath tickling him under his arm.

"Hmhmhmh..."

The beagle's paws caressed his chest and his back, feeling up his spine between the straps of leather that formed the harness, teased the smoothly furred muscles, found a nipple and tweaked it...and still the Doberman stood still, simply letting the beagle have his way with him, slow and steady...it felt great even before the hot tongue slipped out and really made him jump...it was so warm and ticklish and wet...

"Uhhhhfuck..." he moaned gruffly, the hot flow of air and tongue really almost making him squirm...but true to his stature, he tried to be still even with the beagle teasing him so ruthlessly, getting onto his skin.

It made his cock throb so hard in its rubbery prison...the cold material by now very much warmed by his body heat, and he'd deposited a few squirts of copious canine pre, too, to make it even more of a nasty pouch of musky goodness. His stubby tail wagged as much as it could, nothing compared to the beagle's longer tail, but still...there was enough of noise in the air to make it blue with the sounds of sexual gratification, even if they were only yet starting along the path into pleasure...teasing each other a little...getting cozy once more after their brief separation. Sensuality was about to recommence, and tired or not, there was no reason to rush it...besides, a bit of denial was always such a turn-on for the pair of doggies.

"Hmmm...big boy..." Henry crooned teasingly as he moved closer to the male he was playing with, in fact, close enough that he could plant his knees on either side of one beefy Doberman hip and press his hips flush with the Doberman's flank.

He yipped happily at the firm contact between their bodies. Colby could feel warm pressure and the presence of a very hard, very needy erection, digging onto his side. Colby managed to smirk, even while being teased...that muzzle was doing things to him he couldn't have even really imagined before being introduced to them. He never failed to be impressed how much pleasure the beagle derived from simply touching him, even on such a relatively un-erotic part of him as the underside of his arm.

"Such a smelly big dog," Henry took a deep breath once he extracted himself from the Doberman's armpit and then looked up to him, licking his lips, "you smell like you haven't bathed in a week...and oh look..."

His paw slipped down over the Doberman's back, feeling up the muscles and the leather straps, before his paw landed onto the prominent mound of his butt. Colby let out a pleased rumble at the sensation of the warm palm playing with his firm muscled rear, the quite gentle but firm touch one of his big weaknesses.

"And I can't help but notice that you wore your Captain Hero outfit, too..." the beagle chuckled.

"Of sorts," Colby winked, "thought it'd be a nice touch..."

"A nice touch..." Henry slipped his paw up over the rubber strip of the fetish jockstrap and grabbed the stub of the Doberman's docked tail, stroking it up and down as if it was some wholly different kind of a bodypart indeed, "you don't say..."

"Hmrmrmr..." Colby let it growl deep in his throat, pushing into the touch which only increased the amusing curve of his ass, "just for you..."

"It better be," Henry gave the Doberman's butt a teasing slap before he stepped backwards and looked at him for a moment, licking his lips again, "because I'm not gonna let you go flaunting this ass anywhere else..."

"You know I couldn't, anyway," Colby replied, half-serious, half-joking, "the cameras are everywhere..."

"They do a pretty good job...capturing this..." Henry couldn't resist the temptation any further but returned his paw over the Doberman's butt, squeezing on that luscious cheek while grinning to his partner in crime, "Think I prefer this to the Spandex, though..."

"Me too," the Doberman grumbled, enjoying the touch still, "it makes me feel so damn self-conscious..."

"You could always wear padding..." Henry mused, haw fingertips slipping teasingly close towards the Doberman's crack.

"I'd die of heat stroke in the suit," Colby harrumphed, "or get fried by those Tesla coils..."

"I kinda like them," Henry winked.

"Of course you do," Colby barked out, "you're meant to be the evil mastermind..."

"Oh yes?" Henry frowned playfully, making rounds over the Doberman's fleshy hip and rump.

"Well isn't that you...Doctor Mutato?" Colby let his voice fall even lower, close to the register he adopted whenever he was wearing the superhero's cowl.

The beagle's eyes flashed dangerously, and his paw, already close by, quickly grabbed the leash hanging along the Doberman's thickly muscled back. He gave it a soft yank, saw Colby's neck tense, and his ears flick at the surprise tension brought on by the pressure on his throat.

"Yes...once again having bested Captain Hero with his cunning plan, the Doctor Mutato now has captured Captain Hero and plans to employ him as a pawn in his great plan for world domination!" the beagle set out to recite in a dramatic tone, improvising wildly based on the rather dubious scripts they had gone through their three-year association on and off the set.

"I will never surrender!" Colby grumbled hotly, wriggling a little in place, and showing off his body as a result.

"Silence!" Henry yanked on the leash again, enjoying hearing the growled response to the sudden pressure. "You are now under my control, Captain Hero...after the hypnogas made you extremely open for suggestion, I, Doctor Mutato, have managed to subdue the great superhero...and now he shall take him into his lair...for in-depth interrogation to learn the secrets of the World Peace Organization."

Colby sneered indignantly.

"I will tell nothing!" he grunted.

"We will see..." Henry scowled just about as convincingly as a TV villain could, and tugged on the leash, "follow me, my slave to be..."

Colby made a show of resisting, but whenever he stopped in his tracks, the beagle walking ahead of him would snap the leash at him, prompting the Doberman to flatten his eyes and growl...but then obediently follow the smaller male up the sweeping stairs onto the upper floor of the house.

"You are as desperate as you are deprived, Doctor Mutato!" the Doberman groaned. "You vile, filthy animal!"

"My hypnogas may be effective, but it does not control that tongue of yours completely yet...but we shall see..." the beagle winked as they reached the top of the stairs, "how the mighty have fallen...oh yes..."

"And I shall rise..." Colby flicked his ears cockily, "and then you were sorry to have turned into the dark man you are!"

"I look forward to you trying, you fool!" the beagle stated as they reached the door into Colby's bedroom - slightly to the Doberman's surprise, since he had expected to be taken directly into the play room....but there he was, entering into the pastel-colored room designed by a real decorator to be extra relaxing, apparently...he had a distinct feeling that the beagle likely didn't have anything relaxing per se in mind.

"Stay in place, you animal!" Henry ordered and dropped the leash, "kneel onto the floor!"

Colby fell onto his knees and then sat on his haunches, making some puppy eyes but keeping back his smile, however, watching the beagle with an appropriately gloomy face while the beagle went over to a dresser, as if he owned the place...and he crashed there often enough that he practically did live there, anyway, he knew where everything was kept, including the spare restraints...lengths of leather with straps on them...hooks that could be so conveniently snapped into the D rings attached to the Doberman's leather bands.

"Do you plan to torture me?" the Doberman snorted, watching the beagle as he wound leather around the feet of the bed.

"Silence, mongrel!" the beagle bellowed, but winked once he got up from crouching by the bed.

"Never!" Colby barked out.

The beagle approached him and picked on the leash again, but not before ruffling his head furs and poking his ears ticklishly.

"Stand up!"

The Doberman with a big, jocked-up erection stood up fluidly and was led over to the bed by the smirking beagle.

"On your back on the torture slab! Assume the position, or bear the consequences!"

"And if I resist?" Colby smirked.

"You shall suffer horrors beyond your imagination!" the beagle replied.

"You will pay for this..." Colby grumbled, but climbed onto the bed and then flopped down, not so secretly aroused by the beagle's dommy behavior, the cheesy role-play non-withstanding. Corrupting the basic innocence of their on-screen adventures with such behavior in private amused them to no end...and if it also brought sexual gratification...Colby was sold.

The beagle snapped the leather straps onto Colby's all four limbs and then stepped back to admire the sight of the bound Doberman...grinning and rubbing the bulge on his pants, his tail wagging eagerly still.

"Hmmm...needs something more still..." he stated, rubbing his chin, before he turned about and headed for the dresser again.

"I have been conditioned to resist all forms of torture!" Colby declared. "I won't crack!"

"We shall see about that...Captain!" the beagle sneered.

He rummaged through the drawer for a few moments and then returned, climbing to bed before he tossed a couple of objects onto it, settled between Colby's broadly spread legs. The cutie grinned to the hunk and rubbed his paws over the red and black expanse of his jockstrap, the only thing hiding the Doberman's straining erection from his view. He squeezed on the prominent mound playfully and chuckled when Colby flexed his hips forward, eager to get a better grope from the beagle's naughty paws gripping his fully swollen knot through the thin layer of musky, oily rubber.

"Yes...yes...I shall unravel these secrets in no time...Captain..." the beagle rumbled, trying to keep up something of a threatening pose while he let his paws rub over to the washboard belly the Doberman made sure to push back against the teasing touch.

"You can wish, you will never do it!" the Doberman barked.

"I have my ways..." Henry let his fingertips trail over the Dobie's hip bones before he sat back again and reached for the items he had brought to the bed before...lifting them up for the Doberman to see.

"What is this?" Colby barked out, even though he could recognize the black object immediately.

"A device designed to inflict such torture on you that you will speak in no time," the beagle stated while his other paw popped open a bottle of lubricant and squeezed it over the length of the ominous black object.

Colby's hairy tailhole clenched at the very sight of it, but he knew that he had a role to play...hence, he made a show of struggling against his ties, snapping his teeth together and grumbling, all the while his dick throbbed so very hard inside its musky jock prison...

"That will never work..." he grumbled, "I have been hardened against corporal punishment of all sorts!"

"We shall see..." the beagle narrowed his eyes while slathering the strange, bulbous black item with a layer of lubricant, "I have cracked men much more impressive than you, Captain Hero..."

"And I have beaten foes much more dangerous than you, Doctor, you pointless creature!"

Henry glanced at the glistening object held gingerly in his paws, and smirked happily at the results. His smile persisted when he pushed his slightly slick fingertips between the globes of the Doberman's butt and stroked them up so that they nudged against his balls, and then pushed forward to meet with the hidden, sweaty ring of his asshole. The thickly muscled pucker clenched at the contact, naturally prone to resist such invasions, but the fingers poking on him seemed to intent to see just how much there was to that indeed. The fingers twirled and played around in the warm crevice, pushed, poked and slipped upwards to cup whatever he could of his balls, with the latex jockstrap still in place. The tantalizing bulge was not missed by either of them...its inviting roundness and the weight they knew was packed up in a small space within that rubbery fetish garment.

"Well let's see who is beaten now...Captain Hero..."

Henry brandished the toy briefly before he nudged it between the Doberman's butt cheeks and then pushed it unceremoniously onto the muscled male's hole. It slipped up and down at first before the beagle twisted his wrist and aligned it better before applying some more pressure. The powerful shove drove the round tip through Colby's pucker and made him grunt at the invasion into his body, his hole clenching around the girth of the bumpy object trying to slide into his body. The insistent pushing forced it inside his tunnel, no matter his tailhole's brief objections at being treated as a fuckhole...the beagle's paw soon pressed against his butt cheeks when the wide flared base of the toy made contact with his taint.

"Humph..." Colby grit his teeth together at the sensation of suddenly being filled up with cool plastic lodged into his warm chute. His muscles pulsed, reflexively trying to push the item out, but its wide bottom and the numerous ridges and bumps made it impossible for his body to expel it. The sensation of something filling his butt was arousing and good, a promise of further things of pleasure to come...but knowing the beagle's deviousness, he was pretty sure he was going to have to wait for it...and the beagle could have remarkable patience when it came to teasing his Doberman lover of several years now. It grew of experience, of knowing his partner's every limit and hence being able to play along to them...and making it impossible for him to escape.

"Now...we shall see how you fare, Captain Hero!" the smirking beagle declared ominously before he nudged the base of the toy with a finger.

"Uhhh!" Colby yelped, unable to contain it when the gentle vibration filled his rectum, the slightly angled tip of the toy bringing the sensation directly into his prostate. His love nut resonated with the thrumming of the toy, nothing super-intense but enough to make his body flex and tremble gently with the purring toy inside his bowels. It made his cock twitch and strain, packed up in the musky jock that contained his hard, musky tool.

"Yes...that is how it is done...Captain Hero..." the beagle grinned, watching how the Doberman's thighs flexed and tensed, his body fighting the bondage as much as the toy teased his senses.

"You will not break me!"

"No?" the beagle grabbed the Doberman's junk ruthlessly and massaged that swollen tennis ball of a knot with a well-measured, devious grip. "Then I'll just have to get my tools...Captain..."

Colby had expected something of the sort to happen, but to have the beagle roll off the bed and then walk out of the bedroom, leaving him lying there spread eagle, tied to the bed legs and with a vibrator buzzing along his prostate...he was starting to get squirmy, no matter how he had tried to play tough before, but the beagle sure knew his weak points...anything to do with his ass tended to turn the Doberman into putty in Henry's paws. Combine that with a little bit of rubber and bondage...he might've as well rolled onto his belly, face down, ass up, and tugged his muscled butt cheeks apart to show a winking hole.

If only they'd see their superhero now, Colby thought mildly while trying not to get too enamored with the anal play...he had no idea how much time was passing, he couldn't really hear anything...the beagle had disappeared somewhere...apparently to retrieve more objects related to some sexy fun...being trapped there and waiting wasn't doing anything good for his libido. Not that he minded playing with some orgasm denial...hell, prancing all day in a Spandex outfit meant he had to wear special underwear to keep his genital bulge from being too noticeable...it was a kid's show, after all...sort of.

He lost the track of time, lying there and stewing in his own juices and arousal, wondering how long he could take it before he'd lose it and maybe start to...*gasp* beg...he wouldn't be beyond it, given some suitable circumstances...he had an inkling that the beagle might just get him there if he'd unleash some of the more interesting toys in their inventory at him...and the dedicated play room was well-stocked indeed.

Colby's ears perked gently at the sound of pawsteps again, though he couldn't really turn to see anyone entering through the door. He didn't have to wait for too long, though, because the beagle stepped onto the foot of the bed and simply stood there, letting Colby get a good mouth-watering look at what he was packing.

"Damn..." Colby gasped.

Henry posed on the end of the bed, arms on his sides while he grinning lasciviously at his handsome captive. The compact canine wore what appeared to be a uniform jacket, but made out of thick, black leather, with various buckled leather straps across his chest. He wore knee-length leather shorts of sorts with a leather codpiece that was certainly an attention-catcher, if you wanted to look at that sort of a thing. He wore a studded leather collar, some fingerless leather gloves and leather bands around his ankles and his wrists. The naughty outfit squeaked even from the simple act of breathing, and the sound of his tail wagging against the tight leather was prominent in the room, now as he stood there and let the Doberman drink the sight of him, geared up to tease and...please.

"Silence!" the beagle snapped a leather paddle against his own thigh, making a sharp, fleshy sound that made Colby squirm a little, knowing what kind of a thing that very same paddle could do on his own hide.

"I will not submit!" the Doberman growled, as he tried to strike a more convincingly stern pose.

"No?" the beagle snorted. "Then I shall have to get it out of you...otherwise..."

"Well you can go on trying...Doctor..." Colby hissed, "But you will find I will not talk..."

Henry lifted his paw and snapped the paddle against it, smirking aggressively.

"The leader of the Freedom Patrol cried and wept until he told me the nuclear missile launch codes..." the beagle snickered.

He put the paddle down to the bed and spent a little bit of time fiddling with Colby's ties, releasing his legs before he unceremoniously tied them onto the headboard of the bed, which meant that the Doberman found himself bent over backwards and still securely bound, his spine arched with the new, strange posture on the bed. The beagle stuffed a couple of pillows under his ass to make it more sustainable...after all, it was play, not torture...but when he picked up the paddle again, the Doberman tensed automatically. For a moment all they heard was their mutually ragged breathing and the dainty buzz of the vibrator buzzing happily inside Colby's pucker.

"SNAP!"

Henry swung the paddle and clapped the Doberman's hips on either side. He barked out and yelped, the stinging sensation spreading from the point of impact and settling onto a more dull smarting over his ass, momentarily, before another series fell upon them. Colby gasped and squirmed, the leather ties cracking with his trashing movements on the bed, his sweaty fur leaving impressions on the expensive silk sheets while he got teased by the smacking springy paddle. It made his skin ache but it made another part of his throb mightly, especially once the snaps and snacks moved over his rear...slapping very close to his balls so snugly trapped in their fetish rubber pouch.

"Humph!"

"Auuhhmph!"

"Listen to him whimper like a pup..." Henry scowled rather convincingly before clapping the yipping Doberman over his thighs and beneath the exposed backs of his knees, "I bet he'll be begging soon..."

"Nnnnooo!" Colby rumbled, even if it felt like the whole of his lower body was being set on fire by the clapping paddle.

"I see..." the beagle growled, "then I shall..."

"AUGH!"

The paddle landed over the pouch formed by the Doberman's jock, a sudden smack that made his balls jostle and tingle, caught him over his knot and along his shaft, sending a shooting twinge of aching pain through his body and into the pit of his belly once the immediate shock of pain passed. He didn't get any time to rest, either, soon the paddle swung and caught his bound arms, making the Doberman struggle against his bounds again, but only heard the bed creak...with no results whatsoever in relieving his predicament.

"Oughh..."

"He doesn't crack yet..." Henry prodded the Doberman's chest with the end of the paddle, enjoying to see the muscles squirm, "then I shall have to do it all over again..."

And he did...the paddle swinging and serving the Doberman a full-body workup of smarting strikes that left him breathless and perennially horny at being subjected to such a treatment, no matter his objections, or falling out of character, eventually...the rumbles might still pass, but the needy moans resulting from the more hard strikes were hard to conceal as anything else but wanton. The perpetually smirking beagle observed, satisfied with his work so far...and let the paddle land over the Doberman's dick and balls again.

"OWOWOOWOWOW!"

"I think that's enough, can't spoil you too much..." Henry grinned as he tossed the paddle aside and went for the Doberman's bounds, "let's get you off these for now, and onto all fours like the good doggie you are..."

Colby complied, somewhat relieved that he didn't have to be bent over backwards, but still smarting especially in the buttocks, which he was presenting now, he knew, as he tried to find a most comfortable position on all fours. Released from the bondage except for the leather cuffs around his wrists and ankles, he wasn't sure what was going to follow next...but he was sure as hell eager to find out!

"Yes...yes..." Henry climbed onto the bed and ran his fingers over the Doberman's smarting butt, to get a feel of the hot skin under that dark, pleasant fur...so silky against his pads...he rumbled with pleasure, even if the Doberman did wince a little once he caught a proper welt...but that was a minor blemish. "Now..."

He pushed his fingers into the Doberman's ass crack and grabbed the base of the still operating vibrator, giving it a tug and a twitch and a final push to drive the tip into to Doberman's pulsing prostate before he pulled on it again, this time firmly enough that the black toy eventually extracted itself from his rectum. Henry switched it off quickly and dropped the offending object aside...going for the previously abandoned bottle of lube instead.

"Now...we figure out another way to make you talk..." Henry rumbled while he squired lube onto the middle and index fingers on his right paw and smeared it around well, "and I know just the thing...oh yes..."

"Really now?" Colby panted, his head hung, mostly for comfort, but also because he knew he was supposed to...poised like that...with a dommy beagle behind him, doing whatever fiddling he was..."umpphp!"

The relatively thick fingers pressed against his pucker and rubbed around its previously lubed edges, pressing only lightly, but even that was enough to dent his muscled star, loose and relaxed after having the toy in there for some time before. The beagle swiveled his wrist and continued to apply playful pressure and a stroking motion, enjoying the fact that the Doberman was pressing his rump back to meet the touch with extra firmness. Henry chuckled as he noticed this and responded it by pulling his fingers back a little, and giving the Doberman's nearest butt cheek a slap.

"Ow!"

"I think I know what'll make you talk...Captain..." Henry pressed his paw flat against the small of the Doberman's back and spread his leather-clad palm there, over the strong muscles and the curve of the Dobie's curvy spine.

"NNnever!" Colby breathed out, distracted by the feeling of the fingers still stroking his hairy asshole way too gently for someone speaking as ominously as the beagle caressing his taint and his most vulnerable puckerhole.

"Then I'll just have to milk it out of you," Henry chuckled briefly before jamming his fingers more firmly into the Doberman's flesh.

Colby harrumphed, but he was soon enough distracted by the digits scissoring against the elastic ring of his anus, rubbing around its rim from the inside and forcing him to try and squeeze down on it...it didn't help, though, except that it perhaps made him feel ever more horny...the fingers digging deeper...slipping into the slick, rippling confines of a butthole that was no stranger to play...the feeling nonetheless a pleasurable one, as he got moderately filled by the fingers. They didn't reach quite as deep as the toy nor spread him open like the pillar of plastic, but any kind of butt-stuffing was a pleasure for the secretly subby Doberman seeking even more enjoyment from their intimate contact...especially now that the beagle was playing it rough.

"Hhhmmmuph?" Colby rumbled in a questioning note as he felt the fingers settle inside him and stroke a few times along the inner wall, seeking the telltale bump of the Doberman's hidden prostate gland.

"It has been known to make even the most resisting ones to submit..." Henry wriggled his paw, making his leather-wearing knuckle stroke against the Doberman's taint.

"Har-never-rumph!" Colby grumbled in mock resistance, even if the lubed fingers were well settled in his ass and obviously not going anywhere else anytime soon.

"So you say...for now..."

Henry jammed his fingers forward and found the gentle bulge of the prostate on the Doberman's inner wall, and applied powerful pressure onto the big doggie's little nut. Colby threw his head back and barked out, the intense rush of sensation went through him, made his cock jump inside the jockstrap, caused his muscles to coil up and grab on the fingers exploring his insides, and caused the deeply rumbling male's claws to curl into the sheets, almost tearing them. He'd gone threw a few before...it'd been hardly new...

"Ah hah!" the beagle grinned, having pulled his fingers back briefly, "will he talk?"

"Nnnooo..."

"I beg to differ," Henry declared before he jammed his fingers forward once more, going deep, and the same time, tugging harshly on the Doberman's docked tail for an extra thrill for both of them, he thought, as he sought out the squishy man-G-sport and subjected it to another round of vigorous massage from his invading digits. The Doberman threw his head back and barked out, simply unable to resist such a display of pleasure when his prostate was suddenly battered by rapid fire finger-fucking from the hotly rumbling beagle kneeling behind him and tugging his tail like a naughty puppy.

"Uhhhhp!"

Henry kept up his teasing finger-fuckery and replaced his other paw with his muzzle, biting and sucking gently on the Doberman's musky tail. He could feel it twitch between his teeth, almost jamming Henry's poor tonsils in the process, but he let it out with a wet plop and a hiss...

"Hmmm...naughty fleabag," Henry slapped the Doberman's rear and curled his fingers before starting a real rapid fire routine of rhythmic pounding into the Doberman's pucker with his evil black leather-sheathed fingers.

Colby bit his teeth together and tried not to whimper at the countless pulses of pleasure filling his belly, it was simply almost too much, he was leaking so much, his ass squirmed, it felt like the beagle's entire paw had ended up into his ass and was massaging him from everywhere, it was simply such an intense feeling. His cock drooled into its naughty pouch, unable to do anything else while the vital glands connected to it were teased by the beagle, all the while his other paw delivered slaps and rubs over his ass and his back. Was there no end to it, Colby though, his breaths becoming slightly pitchy...noisy, for sure...and he couldn't do anything else, the beagle held him under his spell, without gags or chains or even any proper form of bondage...all he needed was a couple of curled fingers, and that was it...he had the Doberman hooked alright, almost literally, by his asshole.

"Hmmm...the hero shall fall..." Henry crooned with delight, easily telling from the slurping clenching of the Doberman's butt, and the slowly falling curve of his shoulders, that he'd gotten him, his submission almost complete...pulled around by the slippery beagle pads teasing his luxurious rear.

The beagle decided that the Doberman had gotten enough of that pleasure, and that it was time for another sort of teasing for now. He left his lover's ass with a final few pokes and then pulled himself out slowly out of the slippery, clenching orifice which winked at him as soon as he had his paws on the Doberman's cheeks and pulling them open to reveal his messy taint and that gently pink, wrinkled pucker. Henry admired the used-looking orifice and teased its rim with his thumbs on either side, fingers digging into the Doberman's fleshy cheeks and massaging them while Colby laid face down on the bed, seemingly almost dazed by what was going on with him. That fit the beagle just fine...it made it more fun to tease the Doberman some more...

"You've got one delicious man-ass," Henry knew that his character had slipped by then, but he didn't mind, husking such a naughty thing while he leaned over to sniff at the Doberman's sweaty crack, to properly get a very good sample of his musk straight from the source. It was salty, fragrant and deep, much like what he'd gotten from the Dobie's armpit earlier, but stronger...the presence of his balls, albeit trapped in the jock, surely contributed, as did the daintily pink pucker that still flexed, as if demanding something else to be stuffed there right away.

"Huhmmmmm..." Colby rumbled somewhat incoherently, his muzzle pressed against a pillow while he felt hot breath wash over his crack, so hot that it made him itch...some of it even flowed into his jock, that nest of his own genitals, stuck without any particular stimulation except for the constriction provided by the slick, sensual material.

The beagle pressed the Doberman's cheeks together and let them spring back to their normal place before he rubbed them again, back and forth and then some more, teasing the once-spanked halves of that gorgeous rump for a few moments more before the poked his muzzle between them and began to lick the Doberman's soft taint. He licked over the firmness of Colby's perineum, the firm base of his hard cock well-noticeable, even if the rest of him was hidden inside his jock. Tempted, he licked down until his tongue was occasionally poking underneath the hot, warm latex. The Doberman re-adjusted his knees, feeling like his ass was in the danger of slumping down, the sensation was as hot as it was relaxing in its peculiar way, and he didn't want to collapse away from the great feeling of the pleasing, teasing muzzle ravishing his taint. The forbidden trench of ass was getting a good coating of spit, mingling with the musk and sweat still found copiously in the hot valley of butthole ridge, the beagle's favorite destination, he thought with a dirty smirk on his muzzle while he traversed towards the Doberman's funhole with a series of kisses and horny, slurping licks over the walls of his buttcrack.

The wet, glowing skin and the supple muscles under his paws, still groping and massaging, turned the beagle on, playing roughly was one of his favorite activities besides sweet and romantic...well, anything in the middle ground was acceptable, too, as long as it was hot, unapologetic mansex with his favorite man in the world. Stuffing his tongue into his ass crack was a good way to start, he thought, churring happily to himself while he munched on the nasty crack that'd been enclosed on Spandex all day...offering tantalizing glimpses whenever the beagle had noticed him walking around on and off the set...it sure made Henry glad that his own outfit was rather much more loose in comparison and offered better coverage for secret on-set boners while he spied on his cocky lover. Having his nosepad sniffing around the Dobie's tight pucker wasn't bad, either...

Colby had his tongue lolling out of his muzzle, drooling onto the sheets where a growing dark mark was formed by his saliva despite his panting working like a hairdryer on it. He tried propping himself on his elbows but it was hard to stay still, let alone keep himself up properly...he just about managed to keep his ass pointed onto the beagle's muzzle, but everything else was beyond his control...his will to resist, even playfully, now that the smaller canine was going to town on his well-used rumphole. He growled and grumbled and even yipped when the tongue finally brushed and twirled over his pucker, his ass practically singing with joy when the same raspy muscular appendage began to lap the man-hole with precision tongue-fuck-strikes. The hot licking made his muscles quiver, his tail wagging helplessly while his Dobie-snatch was eaten out by the beagle's relatively small but agile tongue.

His flowering hole accepted the constant poking and prodding with delight, having been deprived of a good tongue-bathing for a few days now...thankfully the beagle was much of a butt-muncher as the Doberman was a slave to a good tongue making rounds around his well-shaped rump. It didn't fail to amuse the beagle that his Dobie lover could get so much into ass play that it seemed like his principal sex organ...to have such a well-hung, rough male under his spell was a great turn-on for the confident but less physically intimidating beagle, and had him hard as a rock throughout the time spent French kissing Colby's musky ass-flower. His cheeks and chin were smeared with saliva and sweat from rubbing against the Dobie's rump, a kind of a reverse marking with scent that told just what the beagle had been doing and to whom...and that Colby had been a most willing participant in getting his tailhole thoroughly tongue-bred to no ends of pleasure. It made him feel powerful...and horny...and wanting to do a lot of other things to the Doberman, too, and he knew that this was going to be a long, long night of pleasure and games for the two, needing to unwind after such a long day at work.

Henry kept up the butt-plugging until his jaws started to feel tried, a feat, he thought, after which the panting, yipping Doberman deserved a few well-placed slaps and smacking kisses over his ass. Henry couldn't get enough of admiring it, either, the Doberman's ass was really...photographic, he could think, all springy and made even sexier by the straps of the jock. The beagle smirked, licking his raunchy lips, and pushed his paw between the Doberman's spread legs to cup his pouch again.

"Ouhhh..."

"I love it when you get all slutty and subby..." the beagle grumbled in his deepest, sexiest voice, quite the feat for his stature, "love showing you who's the boss..."

Colby's ears flattened a little at shy submissive embarrassment over the beagle's monologue, but couldn't deny that his knees were made to tremble by the paw playing with junk, the occasional slap over his butt cheeks and his lover's naughty words. His insides itched with a familiar desire to be filled again, preferably over and over again by a certain cylindrical object currently hidden behind a layer of hot black leather. Colby couldn't see it, glancing between his own legs and the tunnel formed by his own arched body...but he knew what he wanted.

"Can I...help my boss out?" Colby questioned, letting his ears perk up hopefully as he looked off to the side so that he could catch the beagle with one eye.

Henry stopped massaging the Doberman's junk and instead looked at him, supremely aroused by the sight of the Doberman's hopeful, tentative expression...he knew where those eyes were lingering...

"Oh?" Henry cocked an ear at the Dobie, enjoying the attention, "what does the naughty pup have in mind?"

Colby crawled about on all fours on the bed, paws sinking into the overtly soft mattress and making it somewhat hard to keep up the balance, but soon he was facing the beagle and wagging his tailstub eagerly, smiling a little and staring hard at the shiny, shape-formed bulge on the smaller canine's crotch. The Doberman flicked his ears back and forth and sniffed the air, smelling lube, musk, sweat and...and beagle.

"Uhmm...please?" Colby pouted.

"The puppy's really eager..." Henry chuckled and ruffled the Doberman's head furs and ears with his leather-knuckled paw, "how about it then?"

Colby ruff-ruffed and sunk his muzzle down towards the leather bulge. His nosepad collided with the stiff leather and began to sniff around it, his lips kissing the smooth, oiled material that kept his lover's price asset hidden from the view...but he could smell its strong musk, and that turned him on, and prompted him to lick over the eagerly throbbing pouch.

"Hmmmyes..." the beagle on his haunches put his palm flat over the Doberman's head and kept him there, gently but with authority, "yes, polish it really good and you might get a taste...and keep those paws off, too...puppies don't use their paws..."

Colby ruff-ruffed again and kept licking on the beagle's raunchy crotch, keeping his paws obediently flat on the bed while he spit-polished the beagle's junk pouch. His muzzle was filled with peculiar flavors, musky and strange and so very arousing. Being made to go down on the dommy smaller doggie was kinky enough to make the Doberman almost delirious with arousal...getting the chance to just let it all go was a rare occasion, and he intended it to last for as long it could...though knowing the beagle's deviousness, it might not be up to him to decide.

"Hmmmmm....hmmm yes..." Henry started to buck his hips slowly against the Doberman's eagerly exploring muzzle, bumping his naughty codpiece to the Doberman's slippery tongue and open maw. Colby tilted his head and tried to suckle on the leather a bit, but it was slightly too big for that to be practical...the frustration was threatening to make him whimper by the time the beagle tugged on his neck furs and made him look up to him. The beagle smirked and blew him a quick kiss.

"You want it, puppy-sub?"

"Yesyes please?" Colby breathed, his maw open, pouting desperately.

"You want to suck my cock before I stick it into your ass?" the beagle salivated.

"Yesplease..." Colby wagged his tail, "I've missed it..."

"Awwww..." Henry tugged on a nearby ear while admiring the sight of the crouching Doberman and his tantalizing ass, "think I'll oblige...just because you're such a good pup..."

He left the Doberman to stew for a little in his need for some beagle cock, dropping his own paws so that he could release the elaborate push buttons and buckles that kept his leather codpiece in place. He took a little moment at it, enjoying the sensation of his own fingers pressing on him before the leathery cup was removed and his angry red erection sprung into sight. The reason for its particular stiffness was immediately clear, too, and made Colby rumble with arousal, once he spotted the buckled leather cockring around the base of the beagle's shaft, tied below his knot to keep himself at maximally engorged state through however long a tease.

"Hmmmmm..." Colby rumbled, licked his lips as he waited for permission to just dive on it, or something, the beagle's shaft throbbed invitingly in the air at a perfect angle, damp on the tip, beautifully veined and simply...familiar, and smelling outright delicious, mixed with a residue of the scent of the leather. The beagle's balls were tucked below his shaft and popped out of his leather shorts as well, a nice, taut sac with its pretty gonads swollen with pent-up beagle juices, he knew.

"You like it?" Henry smirked cockily, proud of his tool even if he wasn't hung like a horse...but it did a good job at what it did.

"Yes, sir..." the Doberman replied, his head tipping down tentatively towards the beagle's tempting member, "it's pretty..."

"Pretty?" Henry huffed. "My, didn't I spank you enough yet?"

Colby looked up to the beagle and gave him a naughty smile.

"Is that a promise?"

Henry hooked his fingers under the Doberman's collar and gave it a not so gently suggestive tug to bring Colby down towards his towering tool.

"We'll see...get those film star lips around my dick now, or you'll get it ass to mouth once I'm done with you..."

"Is that a promise too?" Colby looked up, his muzzle already in an awkward angle for the purpose of looking at the beagle in the eye.

"Maybe," Henry winked, "now, get it nice and wet...haven't had a good blowjob since the one you gave me in your trailer, so you better make this as good...but know that I intend to put my load somewhere else..."

"NNnooo worries," Colby slurred when his nosepad nudged against the warm shaft, "I want it there...nice and deeeep.

Henry grabbed himself by his knot and manipulated his shaft so that he could use it as a battering ram, to stroke himself over the Doberman's sweaty cheeks and his lips...Colby's eyes going almost crossed while he tried to track the movement of the pink, pre-smearing shaft making rounds over his face. the beagle even nudged it against his forehead...that was a strange feeling, for sure, as much as to get the pre rubbed there, too...all the while Henry had his tongue poking between his lips, as if deep in concentration while he played with his dick and the Doberman in eager measures.

"Niiiiice..."

He poked his dick against the Doberman's lips and felt teeth press onto the tip, but he kept it there, still in control, his fingers digging to Colby's neck ruff again.

"Give it a kiss first...it's been missing your pretty little muzzle, pup..."

Colby rumbled but did as he was told, puckering his lips a little to better meet the blunt tip of that sweet doggie-cock resting over his muzzle. He suckled a little, hoping to a coax a drop of two of pre over his tongue, and could feel the beagle's warm shaft pulse, but it didn't expel any of its juices yet...it simply sat there, not going one way or another, and he knew very well that the beagle wanted to see just how frustrated the Doberman could get before he would be begging for it again...

"Yeah, just like that...a hot French kiss like you give to Miss Thrill, the buxom sexy assistant at the Peace Headquarters, your secret sweetheart..."

The Doberman's rough chuckle felt nice, resonating through Henry's meat, and he didn't even have the heart to discipline the pup when he looked up at the beagle, momentarily abandoning his dick.

"Kissing Christy is like sucking an eel," Colby complained, "much prefer something else..."

"Something, huh?" the beagle harrumphed.

"Well..." Colby leaned forward, his lips open in a comical duck pout.

"Oh, dear..." Henry decided that the Doberman needed a quick lesson in cock-sucking and simply shoved his tip into the Doberman's open muzzle. Colby's eyes went open with the surprise intrusion, but he took it like a champ, not gagging or trying to pull back, even when he got several inches sliding between his quickly pursed lips. The tip of the stiff avenger pushed against his palate and felt ticklish there, but he didn't resist, instead, simply opened his maw further to let the beagle settle in well. He left about half of his dick into the Doberman's muzzle and concentrated for a moment on enjoying the feeling of having it in the warm orifice, while his paws played with the Dobie's pointed ears and tickled their sensitive insides, just to get those special murrrings around his shaft.

He didn't have to wait for long, the Doberman did give a pleased "hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" very soon, and his tongue began to lap around the shaft in his muzzle, lavishing it with wet, slightly raspy attention around the beagle's stout length. Henry knew that the Doberman was an expert in cock worship given the time and let to do his work, which meant that just fucking his muzzle while holding onto the big doggie's ears would be a disservice for both of them. Besides, it was hotter to see the big, rough, masculine stud do something like that...moving his lips only half an inch or so in either direction while he paid his respects to the beagle's slick man-shaft. It was not a cheek-bulging length, but the sturdy organ offered a lot of fun for the dick connoisseur that was Colby...happily sucking on the tool lodged in his salivating muzzle.

"Hmmm...puppy likes bone..." Henry scratched behind the Doberman's ear while he received the extra slobbery, slow blowjob, "even nicer than back in the trailer..."

And what a session had it been...a shooting break, the occasional hint and flirt on the set when nobody else was looking...and then sneaking out into the Doberman's trailer...perfect for a clandestine rendezvous between two horny canines looking up to do the naughty. There'd been no time nor facilities for anything much, but the Doberman spending half an hour between the beagle's spread knees was something to remember. Henry hoped he could've photographed it for later fun...but he knew that both of them were way too paranoid about any record of their trysts leaking out to the press, and sex tape publicity just wasn't something either of them needed. Hidden here in the locked doors of the Dobie's mansion was another thing, though...the subtle slippery-slop of Colby's tongue rimming the round, sensitive edges of the beagle's doggie tip. His eagerly bulging shaft oozed every few seconds against the grooved tongue, and Colby swallowed everything, happy to taste the lovely musk straight from the source. He hankered the get his paws on the beagle, too, maybe play with his balls or stroke his shaft, but he'd been told not to, before...just keep his paws on the bed like the good pup he was, and go...au naturel...

There was a lot he could do, though, being the expert he was. He could slip that shaft back and forth, play with the tip or the oozing piss slit, nibble on the beagle's length with his lips and apply some pressure...take it deeper into his muzzle and just ravish it with some harder sucking that made the beagle grumble and spurt before he backed down, letting his lips and tongue caress along the bare flesh of the beagle's bulbous shaft. Soft hisses and rumbles aside, his tilted his muzzle slowly from one side to another, to add an exciting twist to the myriad of sensations he was providing to his dominantly grumbling leather-clad lover. Henry was still but for the occasional little thrust he made, simply to catch the Doberman off-guard every now and then and see how he dealt with that...but the resulting slutty moans and grunts told that he didn't mind getting tonsil-punched, occasionally. The gurgles and suddenly intensifying suckling made his balls heat up, too...

"Hmm...such a hot piece..." Henry grumbled, "nice little slutty-puppy...hot as ffffuuck..."

He bucked, and the Doberman sucked, eyes almost completely closed now, only taking in the scent and the feel of the pudgy tool seesawing through his taut muzzle-lips that gently teased the spit-slickened shaft with their pleasurable grip. The warm vibrations made the shaft pulse and ooze even further, and the beagle let his tongue loll out of his muzzle, freely, admiring the sight of the big doggie submitting to him so completely in the act of cock-sucking...and he was proud of it, too. To see his tail wag while he was so deeply concentrated into vacuuming the beagle's dick...Henry was glad for the cockring he was wearing, for otherwise he might've risked popping too early. He had better things to do...and soon...judging from how good it was starting to feel.

Henry extracted himself carefully and wiped his dripping tip onto the Doberman's lips before he sat back on his haunches and watched the flushed-faced canine take a few deep breaths now that his muzzle wasn't so well-stuffed anymore. His eyes seemed a bit glazed over...unsurprising for the beagle, who rubbed his thumb over the Dobie's lips and almost got it sucked, too.

"Oh, naughty..." he chuckled and withdrew his paw before it got covered in saliva, "I know just what to do next..."

Colby lifted his head and wriggled his rump, paws on the bed and positioned like the good puppy he was...but he wasn't going to beg...maybe.

"Stand up, pup, I think you deserve what's going to happen next," Henry winked.

The Doberman scurried of the bed and stood there, panting and appearing ill at ease while he watched the beagle crawl across the bed and then sit on its edge, his legs spread widely, and with his paw going for the previously discarded bottle of lube. Henry squirted a good palmful and splattered the goop over his shaft with a couple of quick, light strokes that he didn't want to threaten his reserves yet.

"Come here, big guy," the beagle patted his leather-harnessed thigh, "you wouldn't think I was gonna do any work today? It's all up to you tonight, smutbutt...you're gonna set the pace...for as long as you think you can handle it...knowing you, it might not be long...but we'll see...Captain..."

Colby's eyes almost bulged, watching the hot shaft that throbbed there, pointing upright like a perfect peg for his...slot...he thought, feeling his previously messed-with tailhole clench automatically as he imagined the feeling of that pole slipping into his and taking his itch away for once and for all...well, at least for a few hours, before he knew he'd be on his paws and knees and asking for it come hard and fast again...that seemed to be the inevitable physical response he had to feeling horny...getting an itch between his gym-honed, albeit naturally talented butt cheeks.

"I don't know..." the Doberman rumbled, "maybe the hypnogas is wearing off...."

The beagle snuffled.

"...and maybe this sausage is going back to its wrapper..." he pointed at the leather codpiece lying on the bed nearby, "it might as well..."

"I think I feel compelled enough," Colby spoke quickly and padded over to the bed, giving the beagle a final smirk before he turned around and presented his backside once more.

Henry wagged his tail, face to face with his favorite erotic sight now that he was, the Doberman's exposed, bare butt, complete with its slightly messy crack and its perfect globed halves. He ran his paws over them, the hips and the cheeks proper, pinching here and there and causing further ruff-ruffs from his lover, whom stood there and took it without a fuss...even when the beagle popped his thumb into his crack and began to rub again, teasing in the hairy furrow with a gleeful smirk on his muzzle upon hearing the Doberman breathe deeper as a result of such a sensual touch in his most private area. A quick spreading of his cheeks told the beagle that the Dobie was more than ready for it...his hole looked slightly puffy from all the play from before, which meant that it was extra pliable and able to take his shaft without problem...and despite that, it'd be as tight as ever...and best of all, of course, controlled by a wanton, horny sexy beast of a Dobie brain that simply wanted to get off in its preferred way.

"And it even comes with love handles..." the beagle stated as he slipped his paws over the beagle's decisively love handle-less hips and grabbed the latex straps of the jock instead and gave them a small tug, "now it's time to play...and I've been waiting for a while...so I expect this to be good and for you not to wear out too quickly...Captain Hero..."

Colby planted his paws against his knees and pushed his ass out a little, crouching so that his back was arched in a most sultry manner.

"I'll try my best," he husked, his ears flicking eagerly as he heard the beagle's excited breathing from behind him, his own eyes fixed on a lamp on the wall as he tried to maintain perfect balance upon his...landing towards his not so small target.

Henry took pleasure in watching the Doberman's shoulders and back ripple, working to keep himself steady while he crouched down, guided gently by one of the beagle's paws - he'd already put the other one down on his shaft to keep it in the proper position...soon to be stroked between those fuzzy, hot cheeks as they came down, the Doberman rumbling when he felt the telltale hot poke...the first sign of many pleasures to come while he felt the tip brush against his taint and his crack.

"Hmmm...nice..." the beagle commented, simply because it was the truth, feeling the wet, warm crack close around his tip, as if pulling it closer towards its eventual target, which it reached once the Doberman allowed his hips to bend just a little bit further.

"There you have it..." Henry mused, once he felt himself secure, and let his paw wander from the Doberman's hip, to grab the leash still dangling from his collar and pull it tight, "now it's time to loot some old rump ranger booty..."

The tip slithered back and forth in the lubed crack, rubbing against the Doberman's opening and making it flex in the hopes of welcoming that thick shaft within his hot tunnel. Colby bore himself down, willing his body to relax and truly submit, so that his deepest, darkest desire could become true...in a simple maneuver of colliding bodies...one holding the other under a spell of domination and heat...

"Sit right down on it, boy...in the ass...right in that nasty little butthole...get those pussy lips open and wrapped around that hot big dick..."

Colby's eyes widened and he glanced over his shoulders in a "you serious?" gesture, having genuinely been taken by surprised with the beagle's creative dirty talk - but the result of it was that his body relaxed, and its natural weight caused a considerable portion of Henry's shaft to plunge into him. It felt like a punch in the diaphragm or the like, as he was briefly forced to "aahahahhh!" and stop breathing, the sudden invasion enough to set his nerves on fire and send some pain through his bottom...his thighs began to tremble and he really had to struggle stay still and not just let his body to fall and take it to the knot.

"Ohhhhffff..." Henry grunted as he was suddenly engulfed in the Doberman's back passage, it's heat and its natural contractions that massaged and caressed him more intensely than even the most talented muzzle could. Say whatever you could how a blowjob could be a superior pleasure...there was something instinctual Henry felt whenever he was inside his lover's body, as intensely as he was now, "yeah, pup..."

He kept the leash tight and put his other paw onto the Doberman's thigh...now holding him for sheer pleasure while he felt the Doberman still hold position...not going down the rest of the way, and maybe getting used to the sensation of being penetrated, spread open so that his ring-muscle ached, spasmed and hugged the thick canine shaft.

"Hmmm..."

"Soon the Captain will bend over at the Doctor's will whenever he's told to..."Henry let out a breathy giggle, admiring the Doberman's back and its flexing...for a brief moment he even regretted the harness, without it the beagle could simply lick the Doberman's back and taste the sweat there without trouble...now he settled with watching it, and rumbling when he felt the Doberman's insides flex and slurp around him...seemingly seeking more...a lot more.

"Uhhh..."

The Doberman's body came down another notch, getting more of the beagle's shaft, pulsing deeper into him now. His next shuffle brought the dick in contact with his prostate, the gland already primed from the previous milking and eager for more. He shifted his hips back and forth a little, hoping to apply some further pressure...but the beagle only paid him off with a smack.

"Greedy puppy..." Henry grunted, still clenching his fingers about the Doberman's smarting hip, "you're not getting anything else before you take it all..."

"Hurmhph..." The Doberman grunted and forced himself down on the beagle's pole until his nice, round knot pressed itself into his taint and told him that he'd taken all that was easily obtainable without getting that thick bump of meat into him as well, but it wasn't the time for that yet...now he was simply quivering from what was stuffed up his chute for the moment...thick enough to spread him out nicely...long enough to press into his prostate...he simply felt full and good.

"Wow..." Colby moaned, unable to resist as his body relaxed into the sensation of being taken, and whatever discomfort there was before was replaced with simple pleasure, his body poised and ready to go...sweaty and with his freshly spanked, sensitive buttocks rubbing against the thick leather of his beagle's kinky bondage shorts. It felt nice enough to make him want to grind a little...cock under his tail and all...paws still on his knees and clenching...

"Who's the hero now, huh?" the beagle smirked, his tail wagging against the bed.

Colby merfed and rumbled, breathily heavily now, unable to control it, nor the movement of his body that worked to churn that hot cock inside him, not doing any real thrusting, simply moving it inside the grip of his tight ass. He had to put his paws onto the bed for balance, to better maneuver himself while riding the dick...slowly beginning to move...

"Yeah...work it, pup...work it for me...move that ass..."

Colby settled onto the arduous task of humping up and down on the cock, the beagle seemingly unwilling to do much for the sake of the fuck...letting the Doberman to do the job, he thought, biting his lip and flexing his hips to lift himself a few inches and then go back. He might've frequented the gym and was in a great shape, but after the ordeal so far, even his honed body was struggling a little...or maybe it was just his brain...too much intent on just submitting and receiving pleasure from the beagle pounding his ass. No such luck now...he was expected to do that, too...

"Work it..." Henry slapped the Doberman's right ass cheek...then the left...loud and nice, across the straps of the jock, "show me you want it, puppy boy...fuck..."

The Doberman squatted on the beagle's hard cock, panting while he drove his body on, making that firm member thrust in and out his lusty opening. The pleasure of that pre-oozing cock pumping his hole was wonderful, it made him forget everything else, who was supposed to be, whom he really was, there was only the aching of his thighs and the magnificent piston action of the beagle's shaft through his ribbed canal. It made the leather and the latex squeak, it made the bedsprings wobble and rattle, it made their bodies let out rumbles and grunts, propelling them into heights of pleasure while their muscled bodies fought in the sensual embrace of sex.

Colby's ass swallowed dick and the beagle provided as much, thrusting whenever the Dobie got adventurous and lifted himself up more than usual...soon to fall down with such a distraction provided, the bump of a cocktip against his prostate. His battered gland barely had any more to give...his jock was a disaster area, his entire crotch was covered in his juices...and he hadn't even cummed yet. Judging by ache in his balls, the Dobie was sure that he might just pull it off paws-free, too...this could've been one of those times...but he needed more...more prodding on his prostate, more teasing in his ass...

"Fuck..." Henry groaned, cock ring or not, it was getting good...the Doberman was always remarkably tight, no matter how he got used, how many toys he got...his balls wanting to put their copious seed into the bigger dog and fill him like one of those mysterious things the beagle vigorously avoided...that being, girls...eeeww...his non-girly breeding partner was much preferable, though, tight and slippery and so damn horny...

Oh what the hell, he thought, he might as well...Henry gripped the Doberman's hips and held him still.

"We're gonna get up," he grunted, "slowly...and you go on all fours on the floor...and don't you dare to slip that cock out of you or I'll spank you like a bad puppy..."

Colby almost pouted at the thought of losing the cock from his bowels, and hence was extra careful as he gingerly began to lift himself, feeling the cock move backwards inside his tail tunnel, but thankfully not all the way out of it, but it remained there, deep and nice...slightly awkwardly when they were actually standing up, since the beagle was shorter and in the danger of slipping out...but once they got to the floor and butt to belly...it didn't matter anymore.

"There we go..." Henry treated the Dobie's butt to a couple of slaps and ball-smacking thrusts before he tugged his fingers between their entwined bodies and released the cock ring from around his shaft. He moaned and barked briefly and thrust deep, now freed, in his mind, to simply ass-fuck the Doberman until they were done with it.

"I'll...put it deep in you, doggie boy..." Henry grunted, pushing himself upwards a bit so that his knees hugged the Dobie's ass, his weight crashing down on him with each thrust, "I'll feed it in you nice...yeah..."

"Hermmpprr..." Colby pushed his paws ahead of him and rocked his ass backwards, trying not to get bumped forward along the carpeted floor with the constant thumping coming from his well-stuffed rear.

Their barks and yips combined into a wall of sounds, mixed with the slaps of their bodies moving together, the Doberman getting pounded, the beagle panting and breeding his cock into the Doberman's hot ass with gleeful possessiveness. His paws kept tugging on the leather straps covering the Dobie's back, grabbing here and there, while his hips slammed onto the Dobie's rump and made him grumble and yelp. His knot pounded against the Doberman's tailgate, trying to drive it all the way into the throbbing hole that seemed reluctant at first but then yielded, spreading wide open as it tied the two males together in the most intimate way possible for two canines to experience.

"OWWW..."

Henry yanked on the Doberman's leash and pulled his head high up, riding his ass hard with rapid fire thrusts that all seemed to land on Colby's prostate during the twenty seconds or so it took for him to hump himself into a ball-exploding orgasm. The beagle let out a high-pitched bark and a yelp and let his hips take over with rapid, bucking breeding thrusts that forced the cum pouring out of his cock deeper into the Doberman's heated tunnel. Colby's eyes widened as he felt the heat splash into him, so much that it felt like it was going to expand his bowels... the deeply packed seed truly warming him, marking him, with the beagle's bull balls pumping even further into him.

"Auhuhhh..."

The dick unloaded into him for the duration of several spurts. Colby, his own cock pulsing and so damn close...expected the beagle to collapse over his back at any moment, soon...but instead of the expected thump and panting on his neck, there was suddenly a nearly painful tugging in his butt, the beagle's knotted cock moving inside his speared, filled rump...a rush of footpads and...oh, God...

He realized only then that the beagle was tying him in true doggy fashion...one leg thrown over, his cock twisted backwards so that it actually pointed backwards between the beagle's thighs, still lodged up the Dobie's ass, but now...the beagle's balls nudged against his taint, their butt cheeks pressed together...and the beagle's whip-like tail wagged and spanked his sweaty rump with its cheerful bang.

Colby, overjoyed by the sensation, collapsed onto his muzzle, the resulting motion of his body causing the knot to tug against his hole, and that was what took him to explode inside his red and black latex jock until the white, runny cum was leaking out from under the edges and messing the carpet under the Doberman's heaving body.

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