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"ATTEN-SHUN!"

Light suddenly flooded the half cylindrical barracks. A large German Shepard with two guards on his left and right stood with his paws behind his back as he watched chaos unfold. 20 other canines scrambled to get out of their beds and dress for their weekly inspection. They had 3 minutes to dress, brush their fur, make their beds, and erase any and every tiny speck of evidence that they slept in that bunk. If they couldn't accomplish those things, well the punishment was unsavory for some, but for one cadet it was all he ever dreamed off.

Once half of their time had passed, the cadets were now began to dress. When being inspected, it was expected for them to wear a simple white tank top with camo pants that was given to them when they first signed up. With 20 seconds left, the the group scrambled to place themselves in two lines in alphabetical order according to their last name. The German Shepard had a stop watch in his paw and when he saw it hit 0 he shouted, "TIME!" At the time, everything was perfect.

The cadets were in perfect harmony; they even breathed at the same time. Each one stood with their shoulders thrown back, chest puffed out, arms perfectly straight by their sides, and eyes staring straight ahead. The Shepard began his leisurely stroll down the row to his left. His spit shined army boots click-clacked on the concrete floor. He kept his paws behind his back, a riding kept grasped between his fingers.

He arrived at the first cadet, Thomas Murphy. The Shepherd turned on his heel so that he was nose to nose with Murphy. "Murphy!" he barked. His name echoed throughout the solid structure, but when Murphy spoke it was like a cannon booming, "SIR YES SIR?" The Shepard took a step back to get a better look at him. He was a white wolf with blood red eyes. He stood about 6' 4'' and was one intimidating mother fucker. The Shepard nodded approvingly and sidestepped to the next cadet. He repeated this process until he was about 2/3 down the row. That's when he noticed something.

A hole in the row behind him caught his attention. He whipped around and pointed at the hole with his riding crop and cried, "WHERE THE FUCK IS JACKSON!?" Sweat dripped down the neck of the cadet to the right of the hole. He cleared his throat. The Shepard honed in on him and stepped up into his face. "DID I FUCKING STUTTER CADET?! AM I SPEAKING IN EBONICS?! WHERE THE FUCK IS JACKSON!?" The cadet cleared his throat and then whispered, "He's in bed." The Shepard eyes widened and he turned so that his large ear was an inch away from the cadet's snout. He said calmly, "What did you say?" The cadet gulped and shuffled his feet before repeating, "He's in bed, sir."

The Shepard nodded his head and said, "That's what I thought you said." He walked through the hole and looked down at the bottom bunk. A large lump was tucked up contentedly under the blankets. The Shepard could see him breathing peacefully. He chuckled sarcastically and threw his riding crop on the ground. Jackson smiled to himself when he heard the Shepard begin to untie his shoe laces and felt him put his foot up on the rail to his bed. Jackson stayed perfectly still until he felt his thin blanket being ripped from his body.

He slowly turned over and he practically fainted when he saw the Shepard. He was standing there without a shirt on, in his army pants. His muscles bulged and flexed with every breath. His 6 pack stood out so much that it looked like they had been carved into his body. He had a look of pure disgust on his face, that Jackson would soon change. Jackson feigned fear and slowly sat up, daring to look the Shepard in the eye. "What do you think you're doing?" Jackson didn't respond; this was all part of the act. The Shepard sighed and grabbed Jackson by the scruff of his neck and threw him out of the bed.

Jackson managed to stop himself from face planting onto the concrete, and he stumbled out through the hole. He was lying on his butt and looking fearfully up at the Shepard as he approached him. The Shepard whistled and the two guards that had entered with him brought a small chest over. The Shepard pointed at the chest and growled, "Time for your punishment." Jackson sniffled and climbed onto the barrel and said, "But sir, what about our inspection?" The Shepard grunted while he began to unbutton his pants and said, "That is postponed until after I'm through with you." Jackson gulped and looked at the faces around him. He knew that almost all of the other cadets were half hard right now, eagerly anticipating the show.

"Not that one sir, I'm talking about the other_one." The Shepard let his paws fall to his side and he sighed; he had almost forgotten about that one. He chuckled and stepped over the submissive cadet and leaned down and cackled into his ear, "Thank you for reminding me son. But you're still going to have to be punished I'm afraid." The cadet gulped and nodded shakily. _This is going to be so much fun he thought to himself.

The Shepard stood back up and zipped himself up. He marched back to Murphy, pointed at his pants and grunted, "Drop them." The wolf didn't hesitate and soon he was standing with his privates out for everyone to see. The Shepard bent down and stood at eye level with his large sheath and balls. He could see a dribble of what he guessed was pre begin to form, and soon enough his red cock tip poked out. The Shepard grunted in approval and brought his gloved paw up to check what lay just below.

Murphy struggled not to gasp as the soft leather caressed his fuzzy sack. His knees buckled when he felt the Shepard cold, wet nose press in between his large orbs, and suck in a breath. He let the orbs drop and looked up at his sheath. 6 inches poked out of it and there was a large bulge still in the sheath. The Shepard chuckled and slipped his glove off, he then attacked the cock by rolling his fingers in the sensitive flesh and grasping under his knot and pulling gently, until he was hit in the face by a few drops of clear pre.

He stood up and looked into the wolf's eyes. He was panting and his eyes were half lidded from the attention he had been receiving. The wolf cleared his throat and turned to the next cadet with a smile on his face. He adjusted his own bulge and stepped right in front of Andrew's, a sleek coyote. The coyote was sweating and was desperately waiting for the okay from his leader to drop his pants. The Shepard pointed down.

The coyote's pants were off before he even finished making the hand gesture. The general smirked at the cadet's enthusiasm and repeated the procedure he had administered to Murphy seconds ago. Soon, the aroma of aroused males permeated the air, and when the Shepard began to administer his inspection on the other line, he was quite often hit in the face by weak streams of pre. One wolf had even begun to thrust involuntarily. The Shepard skipped the few cadets in front of him and hurriedly pulled his pants down to latch onto his cock. While the wolf was releasing his seed into him, the Shepard pulled out his own 8 inches and stroked himself. Coffee doesn't have anything on a cup of spunk early in the morning.

After he finished with the wolf, all of the cadets now fidgeted awkwardly, trying to get their erect cocks into a more comfortable position. The Shepard hurried to prepare everyone for the show. After all of the cadets had their pants down, and were fully erect and dripping, the Shepard walked back over to Jackson with his own member out.

Jackson had his hands on his exposed member and was slowly stroking himself while gazing around the room, taking in all the exposed manhood. The Shepard grunted and grabbed the back of Jackson's pants and tugged them down. Jackson quickly pulled his cock through his fly, and when it whipped back up it sent a rope right into the boy's chin. Jackson wanted so badly to taste his own pre, but the Shepard had other ideas.

He walked in front of Jackson and kicked the chest out form under him. He hoisted Jackson up by the armpits and smacked his cock onto his snout. Jackson looked like someone who hadn't eaten in a week, and just had a buffet land right in front of them. He shoved the 8 inches into his famished maw and ran his tongue all over it. The Shepard moaned in approval and stroked Jackson's erect ears. He turned his head around to look at the other cadets. Most if not all were beginning to edge their paws toward their own cocks. He saw a cougar eying the cock next to him.

He grinned and flipped a paw. The first thing he heard was a loud clang from where the cougar had been standing. Once the all clear was given, he tackled the bull whose cock he had been staring at and immediately shoved it into him. The bull grunted, taken aback, but quickly got the idea and relaxed while the cougar did all the work. Most of the other cadets were either servicing themselves or other cadets. There was a small circle were one of the smaller canine's was on his knees with a cock in each hand, and one in his mouth. Several other cocks appeared around him and showered him with pre.

The general beamed at the horny activity and looked down at the cadet servicing him. Jackson had formed a vacuum with his lips and was sliding up and down the slick shaft. He had one paw on his balls and the other on his hip to help him thrust in and out of his mouth. The Shepard made a face and felt a large wad of pre leave his cock. Jackson pulled off of the meat and let the Shepard shower his face in warm surges of pre. The Shepard grunted, seeing that cadet so willingly take his juice made him nearly cum. He let out a whistle.

His guards ran over and brought the chest over again. The Shepard pulled out of Jackson and slapped him in the face a few times with his dick before shoving him onto the chest. The guards retreated some and stood watching, each one playing with the others cock and balls. The Shepard grunted and moved Jackson's tail out of the way and began to hump into him. Jackson cringed at the unpleasant feeling at first, but when he felt the Shepard's paw on his dick he sucked it up and rode through it. The Shepard wasn't gentle either.

He rode Jackson like a bull. He slammed his cock in and out of him, his knot slowly spreading his sore hole open. He leaned down over him and bit down onto his scruff just so Jackson knew who was in charge, but how could he not? The Shepard growled around the fur in his teeth and pulled out of Jackson. He wiped his slimy cock on his plump balls and hard member, before teasing his opening with his tip.

"Ready to receive your punishment?" Jackson responded with a dirty groan and thrust his hips back onto the Shepard's cock. He grunted and begin to thrust in and out of the naughty cadet. He ran his paws up and down Jackson's muscular sides, and once or twice wrapped his hand around his 6 inches and gave him a few pumps. Jackson squealed in pleasure every time he felt the Shepard's large balls smack into his slightly smaller one. A small pool of their pre had formed underneath them, and the Shepard was having trouble keeping his footing.

When he slipped for a second time he let out a frustrated bark and ripped himself out of Jackson. He dropped down and stuck his snout right into his stretched tail hole. Jackson cringed and squirmed as the dog's cold nose snuffled at his hole, and when his tongue started to lap at the edges of it he would have fallen flat on his face if the chest hadn't been there. The Shepard ran his tongue directly over the muscle ring, and even managed to stick his tongue up into him a few inches, tasting his insides combined with his own tangy pre.

Jackson kicked his legs up when the Shepard grasped his cock and ran his paw up and down its length. His other paw cupped his balls and fondled them with intense passion. Jackson grunted and humped forward, releasing his orgasm after a week long hiatus. Ribbons of cum spilled out him, slathering the chest he was laying on with an alluring white image. The Shepard felt his own cock surge and shoot a few ropes of pre out as the scent of fresh young seed reached his nose. He took his paw away from Jackson's jumping member and licked it clean. Jackson rolled off of the chest and lay with one arm splayed out and the other over his chest.

The Shepard grunted and kicked at Jackson. Jackson licked his lips and warily got up. The Shepard pointed towards his bunk and Jackson reluctantly went over and assumed the position. The Shepard slapped his ass a few times and plugged his ass again with his hot doggy meat. Jackson groaned lustily when the Shepard's cock tip pressed up against his nut, and he was soon at full mast again.

The Shepard grunted and began to hump at a faster pace when he felt his climax build. He wrapped his paws around the boy's hips and fucked him silly, increasing his speed after each thrust until finally... he exploded.

He leaned down and bit Jackson's scruff dominantly again, his growl sent shivers of fear and excitement down his spine. The Shepard threw himself into the ass one more time before finally knotting with him. Jackson whined loudly as his ass split to make room for the enormous knot, but nearly passed out from the euphoria that followed. He felt hot all over suddenly, and when he lifted his head up he saw all his other cadets standing around and shooting their loads onto him.

He eagerly opened his mouth and it was quickly filled by different peoples semen. The Shepard smirked down at Jackson and slapped his ass a few times. Soon he was completely white. The other cadets took turns sticking their cocks into his muzzle for him to clean off, and when they were done, the Shepard finally was able to pull out of him. When they separated, out came a wave of his cum, and the other cadets crowded around to get a taste of it.

The Shepard stepped back and chuckled as the other cadets began to clean Jackson's body with their tongues. Not bad, he thought to himself, not bad at all.