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Hey! Well, here's a long smutty peice to start off the Holidays I guess. Had this one slightly worked out for a while but never gave it the time it quite needed to finish it. But obviously that's done now, so here it is. Bit different from my usuals, but hopefully no worse and such! Still not used to actions with multiple characters I guess, so if ya' can think of any suggestion to make it flow or smooth, then please say so! Hope ya'll enjoy!

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"Did I say you could raid my fridge?" Ethan asked, going over a few numbers on his computer before he could finally call it a weekend. He loosened his tie a bit, more than ready for when he could get home, out of his suit; drink a cold one, and--well, other things. After all, this weekend was sure to be one of those weekends; the kind that were almost like Christmas in their occurrence.

"You didn't say I couldn't...and I don't think Seth is going to complain about anything today," Jackson said slyly, imagining the look that that put on the black wolf's face. He smirked to himself, sipping at the can of beer from his friends' refrigerator.

Ethan shook his head and chuckled, but there was that all too familiar stirring in his loins; making him happy to be in an office of his own. There were some benefits to being in a high position in business, like lockable doors. Occasionally closing the door and helping yourself to a bit of meat, or his favorite--being a host for a certain rottweiler.

"Sooo....where is the key?"

Ethan felt the flesh in his sheath pulse again. He couldn't help a tiny smile, "I hid it in the wine room,"

"Oh, that's just cruel...that's off limits without you're approval anyway,"

Ethan huffed a little, even if it was true. Out of everything in the house, the wine room was his, and his only--even if the purpose was so that its contents would ultimately be shared with those he wanted. Sure, his mate had access to anything he truly wanted, but as a general rule the rottweiler respected his wishes and stayed out of the wine room. "Well...I'm just following orders...you know how he gets..."

"Yeah...." Jackson said, a hint of desire itched into his voice now. He made his way across the kitchen, soon to enter the dark, dank wine room. After a few moments he moved forward, guided by the wolf's directions and searched for a few minutes until his fingers traced the outline of the metal key. He grasped it and let out a shiver before getting out of the room, sure that soon he'd be warm and happy again. "OK...I got it,"

"Good...good," Ethan replied, unable to stop himself from licking his lips a little. He wanted to be there, but it was better this way. After all, things got better with time--like wine, right? Of course he knew that too much time passed was a bad thing for anything; themselves included. Still, time was overall a good thing. He smirked to himself a little, remembering his lie about meeting his mate at lunch; imagining how worked up the dog had become over it. Probably flustered, just like he wanted him to be; despite knowing what he was doing it always worked on the rottie--he was like putty in his paws during these times.

"Well...I guess me and Ollie will go see how the pooch is doing, OK?"

"OK," Ethan replied, his answers increasingly short as he imagined what was about to happen--and how he would eventually join in. He shook his head, knowing that the sooner he finished the numbers, the sooner he got home. "Well, I'm going to get finished up here...I'll be there eventually, but don't tell him that, OK?"

"I wouldn't dare," Jackson replied, moving into the wolf's living room and motioning at the Labrador who was lounging on the black leather couch--his sun colored fur contrasting nicely with the leather. Ollie was quick to perk up and they shared a knowing smile. "Well, we're about to go, so we'll see you soon,"

"OK....good," Ethan replied before letting out a sigh and deciding to undo his tie entirely: it felt a bit too hot. "Oh, and Jackson--Thanks," he said, knowing that he was lucky to be able to trust Jackson and Ollie as much as he could.

"There's no need to thank me," Jackson replied with a smirk, "If anything I should thank you," he said, knowing it was only because Ethan allowed their get togethers. The wolf certainly pulled the strings, it was just in his nature it seemed. He was a bit of a control freak, something he admitted, so it wasn't so bad.

"Well...have fun," Ethan said and with that hung up. He looked at the charts on his computer and let out a disgruntled huff, "Great...now I really want to get home..."

Ollie walked beside the bull mastiff, grinning and undoing his shirt as they moved down the hall. The other dog was easily a foot and a half taller than him, and thicker in just about every way imaginable too. They found their way to the bedroom and opened it quickly enough.

The canine on the bed was immediately aware of the new presences. His ears were perked up and his eyes were trained on the two that had just entered the room while his tail began to swish back and forth in excitement. His body was more similar to Jackson's, being buff and bulky, though his muzzle was a bit longer. His fur was brown and black, brown on his chest and around his arms and face, but otherwise black all over.

"Hey there Seth," Jackson said, smirking at the muzzled rottweiler. As if the muzzle itself wasn't enough torture, the dog also had a spreader bar at his legs, and his paws were cuffed. The rottie barked as best he could at the two, and his tail beat against the bed.

"Tie yourself up too long?" Ollie asked, smirking. It was always an interesting notion to imagine that such a big guy like Seth--who was perhaps just a few inches shorter, but just as thick at his own mate--could enjoy a bit of bondage and being totally taken over. There was a needy whine from the rottie, and he shuffled on the kings sized bed.

"Bet you want this...don't you?" Jackson asked, he and the lab taking turns, though he got the true tease as he pulled out the key and jangled it in front of the eager dog's eyes.

Seth whined happily and nodded briskly.

Moving forward Jackson leered over the rottie, patting him quickly on an exposed cheek, "Well...help me get out of these clothes and I'll let you out, how does that sound?" he asked, moving a paw over his shirt and holding it around its hem. Apparently the rottie was only too eager to comply, because Seth shuffled about so that he was soon sitting with his feet off the edge of the bed. Though the dog's precise movement was limited, it served its purposes as the rottie's paws worked on his belt and pants and Seth nudged the shirt upwards with his muzzle.

They didn't take terribly long with it, and soon Jackson was in his briefs, still smirking at the rottie who was getting his paws all over his rather large tummy. Much like the rottie, he didn't have a six-pack, instead having a healthy layer of heft over his muscle and looking all that more bulky because of it--and yes, even cuddly. Still the look in his eye portrayed no kind of gentle minded act. And hell if the other two, smaller canines weren't in consensus about it looking hot to watch them both.

A low whine ebbed from the rottie as he nuzzled against the tented briefs, looking up at the only slightly larger male with his best puppy dog eyes. Jackson was still leering at him, but it was such a hot look that the submissive dog didn't mind. Seth thought it was lucky he was able to at least control his drooling--otherwise he might drown himself in the muzzle. Soon enough his efforts were thankfully acknowledged.

"OK Puppy wants out?"

Seth barked in his muzzle.

"OK...hold still," Jackson said and pulled the dog's head into his groin--something he knew Seth wouldn't mind; even able to hear the sniffing sound the rottie made. He fumbled with the key, and after a few moments got it into the hole and turned it, unlocking the dog from the first of his confines, even though Seth didn't immediately retire--instead opting to continue inhaling his scent. Eventually the rottie did pull back, and when he did, he showed off his teeth in his large grin.

"Thanks Jack, you two are lifesavers......Ethan told me he'd be home at lunch, so I took half a day off and got all ready for him.......don't even know how long he kept me waiting," Seth said, his voice heavy and rumbling as always--another contrast to how he looked with himself tied up. He was happy to be able to move his jaws again, and also a bit ready to be able to move his arms and legs--even if he knew his legs would stay spread.

"Heh," Jackson huffed, realizing that the black wolf had lied to his mate; if only to tease him that much more. There was no reason to tell Seth that it was nearing seven at night--the illusion of time might just be another grand experience for Seth, though he wasn't sure how the dog did it: tying himself up with no idea where the key was and waiting in the room for someone to finally show up.

Seth shook his head back and forth, to stretch his muscles and caught a look at the lab from the corner of his eye. He quickly looked over and flicked an ear at the lab, "Hey there Ollie,"

"Hey yourself," Ollie replied with a chuckle, always a bit surprised when he and Jackson agreed to help Seth with his--fetish. Not that he minded, but it certainly was strange, how the dog let out needy whines and acted entirely submissive, but as soon as he opened his voice it was the tone of a dominant type. Seth and Ethan were most definitely not his and Jackson's usual third party type--but they were probably the more stout type of friends. He would've preferred not having such strict limitations--like the fact that Seth and Ethan only did this once or twice a year, and true to Ethan's nature, always under the wolf's cautious rules. Anything even close to out of the books meant a stop to the action; luckily the books were kinky enough.

Seth redirected his attention back to Jackson before leaning up and licking the mastiff over his stomach, not trusting himself to stand up and lick him on his face. He fell back into the bed, raising up his spread legs and cocked his head to the side, "Help a guy out?" he asked, showing off his semi-hard cock and very gropable balls.

"Ollie,"

Ollie nodded at his mate's voice and quickly moved over. He smirked at Seth as the rottie cocked his head in a more confused manner. He got into position, kneeling on the side of the bed and roughly jerking Seth closer--getting a yelp of surprise as he did. Of course, it only took a moment before the dog's tail was beating against his chest when Seth realized what he was in store for.

Hot breath fell over the dog's rump, making him tense occasionally. Jackson just watched the scene unfold for a few moments, before griping on the bar that held the dog's legs apart and undoing it--even if he knew that didn't mean the legs would change. But it was simply meant to offer Seth with some relief--especially seeing as the poor rottie had tied himself up for about the past six or more hours.

There was a yip of pleasure that fell out of the dog's muzzle, even if it was just at an experimental lick. A grin was plastered on Jackson's muzzle with his knee he gently hit his own mate--indicating him to stop teasing the dog--even if that was such a fun thing to do. Of course, there were no complaints. Ollie wasn't ever one to play games--always ready for much more direct touches.

"Ooooh!" Seth let out, feeling the first languid lick run over his taint.

"Like that?" Ollie asked as he finished the first lick, smiling a bit to himself. The bud of muscle seemed to have pulsed as he licked over it, and even now it was like he could see the pink bud winking at him--be that with a few hairs in the way. He smirked and moved his paws down to begin groping and fondling what were about to be very abused cheeks--patting them roughly.

"Yes," Seth breathed out, wanting to shuffle closer but knowing it was better to not force it, to let others decide for him. After a moment there was another wet lick, and then another, and then another--coming faster now. He groaned happily and was glad the spreader was off, if only because he could fully spread his legs apart instead of pulling them together. His cock was rock hard again and his balls had that all familiar tingling--with just a bit of discomfort because of how long he'd been waiting: always thinking he was about to be pleased and yet having had to wait so long for it, "Ohhh fuck me," he groaned for the two furs.

He may have not been one for blueballs, but he couldn't deny that there was a certain extra bit of eroticism to having not gotten off despite being aroused for awhile. The lab's tongue became firmer after a few more wet licks, and soon he felt warm lips press against him and gave a happy whine as his friend began to eat him out. He stayed as he was for what may have only been a few seconds, though for him every moment seemed to go by too fast already, but soon forced open his eyes when he heard the bed creaking at his head.

Jackson smirked down at the grinning rottweiler, holding onto his own member by the forming knot.

"Aww...I like it when you're in your briefs," Seth said, and couldn't help but snuffle when the mastiff playfully smacked the large piece of meat against his muzzle.

"You're already getting rimmed by Ollie--that's a hell of a treat...you have to be such a greedy guy?" Jackson asked, smacking his cock against the rottie again, watching as a string of pre connected them for a few moments before disappearing--though he could still see the sheen of it on the bridge of Seth's muzzle.

"Ah...sue me," Seth replied with a grin.

"Suck me," Jackson replied simply, and just as simply the rottie leaned up, and engulfed his member, beginning a rather rough suckling--hungry nearly. He let out a happy moan and patted the dog on his chest, "There's a good boy,"

Seth whined happily up to the mastiff, moaning in spurts between the occasional nectar that he was getting from the mastiff and the star-inducing treatment his rump was receiving. He worked eagerly over the cock in his muzzle, despite being on his back and relying mostly on the mastiff to thrust into his muzzle. The taste was very different, but he didn't mind; he wanted it for now, and the two always complied.

Jackson began to thrust into the rottie's muzzle, letting his low hangers bump against the dog's nose with every movement, "Yeah, that's a good boy, suck it, use that tongue," he growled, moving at his own pace. It made the rottie moan in surprise, but he did an excellent job anyhow, working to hasten the mastiff to the end.

Seth was fine with his point, he couldn't quite control the speed, but it was comfortable enough on his back, and the pleasure of Ollie's tongue against his taint was ever present too--the dog eating him out eagerly and fueling his own desire for the mastiff's cock. He worked over the flehsy pole, massaging it and suckling it for his reward, getting his tongue being coated in pre that he was always quick to swallow down.

"I think the puppy's ready to be fucked, don't you?" Jackson announced when he shoved himself into the dog, so he couldn't complain. All Seth did was whine when the lab stopped his treatment though, instead suckling all the more greedily on his cock.

"I bet he is, aren't you? Want to get fucked by us, fucked like the bitch you are?" Ollie growled.

The buff rottie snuffled lightly, wondering if that had been a slip up. The two surely noticed as it was quiet for a few moments. It was true though. Every now and then there was just this itch that had to be scratched. His mate provided plenty--and if Ethan ever had a problem with his...well, more raunchy desires, he would've ignored them. But he was lucky. Ethan didn't mind that every once in awhile he wanted more than just a thick wolf knot planted in him; which wasn't something he wanted every night in itself, that sometimes the itch needed a bit firmer scratching.

Sometimes he wanted to put himself down a few notches, to let out his more submissive desires entirely. He'd never let anyone else know, not the guys at the gym who he lifted with, or his co-workers who were sure he was a dominant force with Ethan, or with his friends that he'd go out and drink with. He didn't pull off though, one silly mistake wasn't going to stop him. Instead he made his tail start beating again and whined at the two.

Jackson smirked at the rottie and patted his chest, "Good boy...gonna treat you real nice tonight,"

Seth moaned happily as the mastiff began to work back into his muzzle, or so he'd thought before the cock slipped from his lips. He stared at the mastiff for a few moments.

"On all fours,"

He was quick to obey the command, even giving a happy bark as he did. He looked over his shoulder at Ollie and smirked, "Now, I know you're a lean dude, but try to fuck me right, OK?"

Ollie scowled playfully at the rottie, "Just for that I'm going to wreck your pretty little ass,"

"I hope you tr--" Seth began before yelping as his head was pulled back to Jackson's junk.

"Enough," The mastiff growled at the rottie, "Get back to sucking," he commanded, giving the rottie's muzzle a good slap with his hardy member. He continued that, going until the dog managed to catch his tool between his lips--which he tried so very hard to do, and even gave off such a happy whine when he finally managed it. The rottie gasped around his cock when the lab planted into his ass.

Seth grunted roughly, stopping his sucking on the mastiff as the cock began to beat roughly into his tunnel--the pain making him whine a little.

"Told you not to be a smart ass," Ollie growled to the rottie, giving a curt push as he stayed still, letting the rottie whine a bit more, "Now, you going to try anymore smart ass?"

Seth whined a no, and to make up for it began to suckle on Jackson's cock yet again. He closed his eyes and gave the mastiff a good work over, bobbing his head obediently as the excitement built up in all three of them. He swallowed down any rewarding pre he could work out of the cock, and after a moment even began to push back against the cock in his ass. That didn't last terribly long, and he let out a grunt again as the lab began to roughly breed him.

"Still gotta punish you. Fuck you right, huh? How's this?" Ollie growled, his balls slapping with each forceful thrust into the rottie who was grunting with every push. He didn't let up, punishing the dog and enjoying the feeling of the tight warm hole sucking his cock back in each time--just like it was meant to do.

Seth whined unhappily, but his cock didn't lose any hardness, still leaking onto the bed while the two canines took rough advantage over him. His ass hurt, but the pain was beginning to slip away, which he was more than grateful for--instead feeling the inklings of pleasure begin to come to him just as they were supposed to. Just to spite the lab he even let out a moan and bucked his hips back against the cock each time; which began to help as well.

"Good boy," Jackson chuckled, rubbing his paw over the rottie's head condescendingly. Seth huffed around his cock but otherwise allowed the touch--just like he always did when he got into this mood. The rottie was still being a bit of a smart ass, but that was part of his appeal, and he couldn't say he really cared, so long as the skilled tongue continued to caress and lap at his own cock.

Seth let out a happy moan when he felt the mastiff's member begin to slip past his lips, and then slide back in. Despite the grip on his head he was allowed to bob his head up and down the shaft--doing so in time with the bull-mastiff's rocking hips. Ollie didn't hurt anymore, and his bucking hips weren't out of spite, instead continuing to search for that pleasure that came from having another male pound their cock into him.

It was exactly what he wanted, enjoying the feeling of his body being theirs to control; for their pleasure. Of course, he got his own enjoyment as well, which he was more than happy to feed from the two canines. They were going to fuck him until he was whimpering, and he let it happen, rocking between the two as best he could to help. His muscles ached, but it didn't matter, he had to continue.

Ollie continued to growl, speeding up and pumping faster and faster into the rottie. His cock was rock hard, and he was already getting close to the point of no return, but he could control it he was sure. He was going to fuck the rottie more, show him for being such a smart ass--slow and steady. By the end of the session he wanted Seth to collapse, whimpering in pleasure if he wasn't done with his mate's cock.

With his eyes closed Seth heard the two grunt against him, and he let out a happy groan of pleasure, which turned to a needy whine. He didn't hide it, instead slamming himself back against Ollie to get more of the feeling; he wanted it. He breathed in the arousal from the two, whining more and more, keeping his tail hiked up for the two.

After a few moments he felt Jackson shaking in pleasure and increase his pace as the cock throbbed in his muzzle. He suckled roughly on it, enjoying the grunts of pleasure he got for his hard work. Behind him the pace faltered, and he knew what was happening. Increasing his rolling hips he tried his best to bring the two canines to their first finish together. The mastiff shot first and he moaned as the flavor ran over his tongue, bobbing his head just as quickly while Jackson's paws gripped his headfur roughly.

"Fucking damn it!" Ollie growled, his hips faltering as his cream colored sack slapping against the black one belonging to the rottie. He extended his paw under the rottie, but quickly pulled it back when he got a heavy growl of disapproval. Both him and his mate smirked and one another, working their hips in tandem and they came into the rottie. His enthusiasm was too much for the lab, who came after a few more thrust, feeling the ass up with his seed until it began to trickle from the abused hole.

Seth moaned happily at his dual-reward, enjoying the throes of pleasure that it brought out not only in the two males but in his own body. He rocked his hips against the cock still planted in his ass, pressing against the knot and wondering if next time he'd take it. After a few minutes the two started up again, slowly working in and out of him, though still quite lazily, neither wanting the same quick ending to happen.

Seth's ears flickered along with his tail and he stopped all his actions, now stuck between very horny dogs. But the sound was what mattered. His eyes fell to the door where he found a well dressed wolf leaning against the door frame and smiling very tenderly at him.

"Hey there Babe..." Ethan told the rottweiler, seeing his mate's eyes shining back at him. He'd been enjoying the show and wondered if the rottie would even notice him. The rottie slowly pulled himself back off of Jackson's cock, not bothering to hide the fact he licked his lips.

"Ethan," Seth exclaimed, letting Ollie's cock slip from his hole as he got off the bed--a bit regretfully--least for the other two. Still, the benefits outweighed the loss. Sure, Jackson and Ollie were OK guys, and great lays, but Ethan was his mate--which made him both of those and so much more. And as he had done for the past four years and would do everyday, he greeted his mate. His arms wrapped around the wolf and he dug his muzzle into the wolf's quickly.

"Mmmmph!" Ethan let out, beginning to return the kiss after a moment. It was lighter than he'd expected but by no means tame as their normal greeting kisses. He could taste two other males heavily on his mate--on any other instance it would've annoyed him. But he'd prepared himself to share the rottie; this was a rare treat for them and he planned to enjoy it as much as he allowed Seth to. He even got a taste of Jackson's seed, which he lapped off the rottie's tongue with a moan. Seth got to be controlled and he got to be the controller--it worked for them both. After exchanging a few tongue ties he pulled back and smirked at the rottie, "Nice to see you too,"

"Missed you while you were at work...and you left me here!" Seth said, frowning playfully at the wolf.

Ethan chuckled a bit and looked over the dog's shoulder to see the other two canines on the bed, where Jackson was making sure his mate's muzzle wasn't too idle, keeping the lab busy with nursing his cock. He quickly looked back to his mate and grinned, "Looks like you've been busy..."

"I want wolfie cock too," Seth said, groping his mate's sheath and feeling that it was already very well filled out, "Are you OK?"

Ethan had prepared himself for that as well. He smirked at the rottie, "I will be once I get my cock taken care of," he replied.

Seth chuckled at that and gave the wolf one more small kiss. Without much pomp-and-circumstance he fell to his knees in front of his mate. With a few deft moves he had perfected over the years, the pants fell with that metallic clink as the belt hit the floor. Looking briefly up at his mate Seth smirked a bit, "Hurry up...I'm waiting on you,"

Ethan chuckled lightly and began to undo his tie, letting out a happy moan as his cock was worked through the hole of his boxers and quickly engulfed by the needy rottie. His mate wasn't wasting anytime, already bobbing his head up and down as quickly and greedily as he did on those nights when he came home after a week away due to work. He let his coat fall to the ground behind him and shucked off his shirt after a few moments--kicking off his shoes and letting Seth get his socks as he did.

Seth moved down, welcoming his mate's cock into his throat and feeling that perfect piece of flesh pulse around his tongue. After a moment he pulled roughly back, a bit of mixed fluids connecting him and his mate together for only a second. He stood up and grinned at his mate, "OK...you're good, let's go,"

Ethan left his boxers on the floor behind him while the rottie jumped back on the bed. He smiled at how quickly Ollie and Jackson broke apart and made space for the dog. Looking between the two he chuckled a bit, "I hope he's been a good boy,"

"A very good boy," Ollie said with a grin.

"Of course, if he wants to keep getting his treat, he'll have to continue being such," Jackson said, shooting Seth a scowl, "You left us...thought you liked getting fucked,"

"I do," Seth barked, "I just had to complete the set, now I got all of you,"

"Like hell you do," Jackson growled, "Don't forget, we get you, not the other way around. We're here to use you,"

Seth felt his cock pulse again and he let out a whine, "Yes sir...sorry, I swear I'll make it up to you,"

"I know you will," Jackson said, patting the rottie roughly on his cheek, "Now, on all fours,"

Seth was quick to obey, but he let Ethan get below him first. It took a few moments for them to all get ready, though Jackson had it easiest, just having to find his muzzle. The other two canines had a bit more trouble. Seth kept still as Ollie slipped back into him, giving a moan as he did and preparing for the next part.

"You ready?" Ethan asked, rubbing his own member against the rottie's taint. All he got were a series of lewd yesses and pleads to be fucked, which he couldn't deny weren't pretty hot. Still, he was careful, he didn't want to hurt the rottie. It was a slow process, but he sunk into his mate after a few moments, not stopping till his knot pressed against the rottie along with Ollie's.

"Ohhh, yeah that's it Babe," Seth said, circling his hips against the two cocks planted in his ass, wanting to get used to the feeling as quickly as possible so the real fun could begin. He gave himself entirely to the tasks, squirming in pleasure of getting the three cocks into him; nearly too much to handle already.

The four began their rut, Ethan growling out as he began to pump in and out of his mate's already well-used hole. He shuffled forward a little, deciding he might as well fully enjoy this position while he was at it, or well, help Jackson enjoy himself. He found the mastiff's nice rump and leaned up, giving the low hanging balls a quick lap.

"Oh! Damn!" Jackson growled, looking between his legs and shooting the both canine's his dirtiest look.

Ethan smirked at the mastiff as he rolled his hips against his own moaning mate, "Lean over and get me that pillow, then scoot up a bit. Seth's ass isn't the only one here," he commanded. He chuckled as Jackson smirked and did just as he was told. It didn't take him long to snake his tongue between the dog's hot crevice, tasting the musky scent as well as being enveloped in it while he resumed his thrusts into his mate. He went straight for the kill, finding the dog's bud of muscle and burrowing his tongue against it.

Seth tried to keep himself from a drunken stupor, though didn't fight his loud moans. Even if he coudlnt' do much aside from work his tongue, he devoted himself to the task while the canines behind him took his ass. Ollie gripped his hips and began to pound into him, making his dog-hood bounce and bob with the rough treatment, even leaking onto his mate.

The four of them worked in tandem, driving their bodies to the inevitable conclusion. The room filled with their musks, and Seth's whines echoed with the creak of the bed frame. He bounced his hips up and down on the two cocks, well adjusted to them now and loving the pleasure it brought. Everything worked to fuel him, and he let that seep over into his oral workings, showing his enthusiasm grandly to the cock in his muzzle.

It wouldn't be much longer again. Seth bobbed his head quickly against the mastiff's cock, plopping off from time to time to lap and give it a dirty kiss before he sucked it back down into his watering muzzle. Jackson wouldn't last long, not like this--the dog was already growling from the rim job Ethan was giving him. Seth knew it wouldn't be long, after all, the wolf's rim jobs were nearly good enough to get off on alone. He whined happily as the cock throbbed in his muzzle, working over it until he heard that familiar grunt. When it happened he opened his muzzle and got a yelp of surprise as he swallowed the cock down, closing his lips again once the knot was nicely planted in his muzzle.

"Oh man--there it is! F-fuck!" Jackson moaned, his paw gripped tightly onto Seth's head fur as he fed the rottie a thick load of mastiff cum--which the dog gulped down around his member. The feeling of the submissive dog's teeth acting as the tie was rougher than tying with his own mate--but not painful, instead offering that bit of extra flare to it. He grunted roughly as the dog's throat muscles worked nicely along his length, rewarding Seth with another push of his hips into the dog's nose. Ethan didn't let up with his rim job either, licking and lapping at his ass, even managing to shove his tongue past the bud of muscle a few times, "Fucking good doggies. Fuck!" he growled

Seth continued swallowing around the mastiff's cock, his moans coming out as gurgling sounds but no less happy sounding. Heat continued to pulse in his muzzle, the cum that didn't shoot down into his gullet landing along his tongue and being added to the sticky mixture in his muzzle. He lathed over the mastiff, missing the act of being able to bob his head, but much more enjoying the act of feeling that large piece of meat throb inside of him.

Seth whined around the cock in his muzzle, but pushed back onto the other two males who were going all out on him. They were coming to a conclusion as well, and his own cock was throbbing dangerously in the air--a puddle of pre on his mate's stomach.

The two canines pounding Seth's ass didn't last long. Ethan was the first to cum, doing so with a growl as he bucked his hips into his lover, his back arched while he tried to push his load deeper into the dog; Seth bouncing against his hips and whining happily. Ollie growled and yelped at the hot feeling of a cock pulsing against his own, the wolf's load helping coat the rottie's tunnel; the novel feeling making his own cock spasm.

Seth whined happily, still bouncing his hips while the three canines cursed and huffed in their post orgasmic bliss. He managed to pull off the knot in his muzzle, being very careful but just as quickly suckling back down to the base.

Jackson was the first able to pull out, though whether Seth was willing to let him go or not was another thing. It was a strange habit, one that Ollie was well aware of, but whenever someone would play with Jackson's cock after he'd came it always made him laugh--a deep but undeniably happy laugh. He began to laugh as he pushed on Seth's forehead, trying to get his sensitive member away from the suckling lips. "Oh, haha...hey! Let go now!"

"Nu-uh!" Seth grunted, but was sure if the dog wanted to pull away he would. Still, it was about to happen, and he lapped over the cock as if left his muzzle, nuzzling the overworked mastiff's balls and rubbing the scent against himself.

"Horny! Fucker!" Ollie grunted behind the wolf, watching as his mate slapped his cock against the rottie more. He let out a sigh as he pulled his own member from the rottie's ass, getting a gasp as he did, watching the mixed fluids seep out a little.

"Yeah...holy fuck," Seth sighed, a grin plastered on his muzzle. "Thanks you guys,"

"Our pleasure. Really. We never mind taking a bitch in heat," Jackson said, "I mean...well, sorry, dirty taking habit," he added, when he head the dissatisfied snuffle from Ethan. The wolf was strict about that; they could all curse to their hearts delight, as they usually did, but weren't allowed to demean Seth in anyway, vocally.

Ethan let it slide and he pushed his mate off him, Seth falling onto his side with a happy groan of satisfaction, "It's OK...thanks you guys,"

"You're welcome. OK...think it's time for us to get out of here," Jackson said, rubbing the rottie's head a bit and smiling at him, "Poor doggie looks worn out,"

For the next few minutes Ollie and Jackson gathered their clothes. Ethan smiled as he watched the two, giving his mate a loving kiss on the check as he threw a robe around himself to walk the two away. Soon enough the two canines were ready though, only adjusting their coats.

"Well, it was fun...but we should head out, OK?" Ollie said.

"Ok...we'll see you guys later," Ethan replied, moving to the door with them, and finally just outside.

"Just give us a ring for next time, OK?"

"I will," Ethan announced, closing the door quickly enough and just like that resuming the natural order of his house--their house. He disrobed himself again and moved back to the bedroom, where Seth wasn't to be found. After a second the rottie returned, the toilet flushing.

"Thanks Hun, you're seriously the best," the rottie said, his breath smelling minty fresh again, and having cleared himself of all evidence save for that which he'd swallowed. It was hot while it lasted, but he couldn't deny feeling a bit slutty after the two left every time, and he never liked having anyone else's seed in him. Of course, during the act it was quite different. Still, he was more than satisfied now.

"I know I am," Ethan said with a smirk before pointing to the bed, "Now get back on, I know you didn't get off," he commanded, which was quickly obeyed. They both lay on their sides and it didn't take long for him to slip into his mate. It was nice, hugging his rottie from behind and enjoying the gentle rocking of the dog's hips against him. The rottie nestled roughly back into him, causing him to cock his head at the canine.

Seth smirked at the wolf, "Just getting comfortable,"

"How was everything Babe?" Ethan asked, rubbing his paw up and down the rottie's sweaty chest and kissing at his cheek.

"Good...really good," Seth replied with a grin, tilting his head and letting his mate tease his neck and other places. He nestled back into the wolf and let out a sigh, "Thanks Ethan...you're the best, you know that?"

"Of course I do," Ethan replied, leaning in for a quick kiss. It was nice, one he generally greeted his rottie with on a normal day. And there wasn't a hint of another fur to it, just as it should've been. When he pulled back the dog licked over his nose, which made him smile. He chuckled at his mate and patted his stomach, "So...my rottie feeling better now that he's had his kinks worked out?"

"Oh yeah," Seth admitted shamelessly. It wasn't every week--it wasn't even every month--but when he did get the urge to have more than just his mate; it was always welcomed by the wolf. One every six months, or maybe less, but on those occasions he always remembered just how lucky he was to have the wolf--well more so than on other days. He nuzzled his mate roughly and knew that tomorrow would be 'Ethan day' much like today had been--well, still was--'Seth day' for him. Of course, their days were really nothing more than a series of grunts, pulls, kisses, and moans: sometimes separated by just a few moments, and other times by a few hours, but always with those notions. He lifted his tail and smacked it against his mate's chest, "Now I'm ready for some good old fashioned doggie sex,"

"I think we both know how the old fashioned doggie sex goes," Ethan replied with a light laugh, but couldn't say he wouldn't mind such.

"Hey...I'm pretty versatile. And if I remember right I rode you more than you rode me this week,"

"I'm not saying you didn't Babe..." the wolf said with a chuckle, "Just saying on a normal night you're not so...submissive,"

"If you wanted I'd play subby for you,"

Ethan didn't doubt that at all. He kissed his mate on the lips and shook his head, "I like it when my rottie plays rough," he admitted, rubbing the dog's chest roughly. After a moment he let out a sigh, enjoying the musk of the air, though that only lasted for a moment. His ears perked and his grip increased on his mate, "You didn't get off," Ethan noted, wondering just how bad a case of blue balls his mate was suffering from.

"Kept holding back," Seth replied with a grin. It was part of the kink though. He had nothing about getting off with the others--if they managed to fuck a load out then they would, but by a rule pawed off, never even got touched directly. He spun around in his mate's arms and smirked at him. He couldn't stop himself from kissing the wolf for a moment, "Wanted you to be the guy who gets my rocks off, and it's not about getting off with them. I've never gotten off being with them and you know it," he told his mate. After all, as Ethan so rightly put it, Jackson and Ollie really just got out his subby kink he got every little bit: to fill, literally, that urge in him that just his mate couldn't fill entirely; the fantasy required more than one. Sure, if Jackson or Ollie touched his cock he probably would've shot his load, but they didn't--it was about his own pleasure not mattering; about just being a good dog for others.

"Horny doggie,"

"Your horny doggie,"

"So...want to shoot your load in your wolfie?" Ethan asked, his cock twitching at the idea of going back to their usual roles. Both of them were quite sure Jackson and Ollie had no idea that, on a regular night, their positions were very different: with Ethan's head buried in a pillow and the rottie's cock beating into him. They couldn't blame the two: after all, every time they got a glimpse into their sex-lives it was when his mate had his cravings. Most nights it was more him letting his rottie pin down the big-bad business wolf and make him admit he loved being controlled, of course, on some occasions he found himself with the rottie riding him and barking at him happily--telling him he was a good wolfie. Still, even when on top on a regular night, it was Seth that had the power.

"Nope,"

"Oh?"

"Want you in me again, making me whimper for it...still need you Babe,"

Ethan growled at the rottweiler and pushed on him until his mate rolled back onto his side. He quickly spooned the dog and pulled him closer. The dog tensed when their flesh met again, his member reminding Seth's bud of muscle of its role. He tugged roughly on his mate, "Gonna get you off paws free tonight," he growled next to his ear.

"Ooooh," Seth moaned, feeling his already worn out hole being fed another helping of cock. The wolf pressed into him slowly--almost painfully so, and after a minute he couldn't help but push back and root himself down onto the wolf's cock, his own member pulsing between his legs. "Oh that feels good," He rolled himself over so that he was on his back lying on his mate who was lying down on the bed too. It allowed him to roll his hips a bit, and of course Ethan could still thrust up into him all he wanted--it was a great position.

"Still eager for it," Ethan mumbled biting at the dog's shoulder and beginning to roll his hips up into his mate's, "I like that,"

"Always eager for you Hon," Seth replied with a grin, moaning a little.

"Can't believe you didn't get off," Ethan noted, rubbing his paws along the innersides of the rottie's thighs but making sure not to touch the dog. After all, if Seth hadn't gotten off after all this, the dog deserved to get off paws-free, it was something to work up to. And besides, he could paw his mate off, or suck him off, or do any number of things to him afterwards--not like they were done for the night.

"Gonna help a guy out?"

"Mmhmm," Ethan replied, rolling his hips more firmly now. He nipped over his lover's ear and tugged his hips down, "You feel that, right? Big-bad wolf will get his puppy off," he said and kept the dog pressed against him, "But only if he's good,"

Looking back, Seth licked the wolf's nose and let out a needy whine, rubbing himself intently as he could against the wolf. Even that small stimulation did wonders for him--after the past hour or more of intense fucking though; he knew it was only a matter of time. Probably minutes or seconds by now. He spread his legs more and let out a yelp of pleasure as the wolf's cock poked his prostate, "Please Ethan. I'm a good-dog, you know I am,"

"Prove it,"

Tilting his head to the side he gave the wolf whatever access to his neck and shoulder he could want and smiled at his mate, beginning to pant and let his tongue loll about. Seth knew this always did the trick--acting like a dog with a bone, or with even a potential bone. He licked his mate's cheek again and let out a bark. Of course, a part of him wasn't acting: this was something to be happy over anyway. The pressure holding him down began to lift.

"Tell your wolfie what you want," Ethan growled in the dog's ear, smirking a bit as he did. He couldn't deny how hot it was when Seth was like this.

"Want you breeding my doggie ass--showing me what a real top dog can do; how you reward a good doggie," Seth replied, rolling his hips now.

"And I guess you're the good doggie?"

Seth barked in reply.

Ethan chuckled before leaning up and kissing his mate on the cheek, "You are my good beefy doggie," he told him, getting another bark in reply. He lifted his paws off his mate's hips and it wasn't a second before Seth had lifted his hips and then pushed them back down, and a second later he was returning those motions.

Seth whined playfully but couldn't stop himself from tilting his head so the wolf had even more acess--which the wolf took advantage of. He yelped as sharp teeth sank onto his neck, but couldn't stop himself from pleasing himself on his mate. A small laugh escaped him as the wolf's member hit his sensitive prostate, making his cock pulse, "Ohh...won't last long......not like this,"

Ethan smirked to himself as they began their rhythm, his mate' s hips slamming down into his rising ones every thrust--making the rottie moan happily. He didn't want his mate to last long: he wanted him to finally get off. The position was nice, maybe it didn't offer face to face, but they could both thrust into each other happily enough and that was all they needed at the moment.

And even if their two occasional bed-mates had just left, or if Ethan had just shot a load into his mate, they both needed this. Both canines felt that familiar urge that happened whenever they were together. Ethan kept his arms taut around his mate while thrusting rhythmically up into the more than willing rottie. Seth kept his paws holding onto the wolf's hips, feeling them move up and down while his own hips danced in their private song, and he moaned happily out to his mate.

"Ohh...fuck me, please Ethan," Seth moaned, feeling his cock throb against his belly. After everything he felt a bit softer actually--having gone nearly eight hours without a single direct touch to his member: something that didn't happen normally. He wasn't any less needy though; there only needed to be a little more, just a bit. While his mate's hips kept a steady, white-light inducing pace he kept rolling and accompanying the motions in everyway he could.

Ethan growled hotly against the rottie's neck he was biting over, trying to get his mate close to the edge as well as himself. He jerked the dog closer to him, shoving himself repeatedly back in. "You want it?"

"Fuck yes!" Seth growled, his paws balling up the sheets as he held on for the ride, "Tie me Babe, fuck your doggie, I've been good, haven't I?"

Ethan just growled his confirmation, not being very skilled at the realm of talking during sex--at least not terribly lewd words. It didn't matter though, there wasn't much need for words anymore. He worked himself up to a rough pace, his balls slapping against the rottie's rump with each thrust, the bed squeaking, and his lover moaning heavily into the air.

"Oooh!" Seth groaned, his back arching and feeling the world around him seem to grow much warmer. The wolf's cock continue working its way in and out, but it wasn't enough, not yet. He fell back down onto his mate, "Please...I'm so close Babe,"

The wolf's paws slammed down onto his hips, making Seth yelp out a bit before his mate began to jack-hammer into him, the knot spearing him every time. He didn't know what the wolf was trying, and after a few seconds he didn't care. It didn't matter. He was the wolf's, the wondering feeling of the cock pummeling against his prostate was all he could tell. A heavy howl of pleasure escaped him as his back arched again, his balls drawing closer.

Ethan gave a few more desperate thrusts before he planted his knot back into his mate's ass, giving a grunt of pleasure as he did so. The rottie's tunnel clenched down around his cock, the dog spasming beneath him as he shook in his own orgasm. A spurt of rottie cum even leaked down onto him as well, as well as a drop falling onto his muzzle. After a few moments nudged his mate's leg, and after a bit of odd maneuvering with his knot still planted in his lover's ass they found their favorite position, missionary.

"Oooooooh," Seth let out, completely limp and staring blankly at the wall--not focusing on it, but still knowing it was there. Another moan escaped him, and his cock throbbed yet again. It was so nice, but at the same time it almost hurt. He began to move his fingers first, tensing them through his mate's fur, "That was exactly what I needed...way too long to wait to get off,"

Ethan chuckled a little, kissing his mate as he did. With a free paw he scooped some of the cum off the rottie's cheek before licking it off. He let out a small moan and smirked at his lover, "I don't know...things taste better with time, like an aged wine," he replied with a smirk.

"Fucker, that's where the key was...wasn't it?" Seth asked with a grin. "And don't' think I forget you ditching me for lunch,"

"Come-on...I'll get us out a nice bottle in a bit and I'll make it up to you in spades," Ethan replied with a chuckle, giving the rottie a small peck on the lips.