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Sandwiched between the warm, sticky, musky bodies of two guys enjoying a post-sex man-pile, Blake's tongue probed in and out of Manuel's mouth as their lips smacked together. Their cocks drooled out the last dregs of their built-up ejaculate in between their bodies as they made out. Jack seemed more than happy to lap at Blake's recovering sphincter.

"I'm not going to be able to sit for a week," Blake thought exaggeratedly: his hole was sore and had been stretched to his limits, but the lube seemed to have come with some great properties that took away the worst parts of any pain, and sped up his recovery time, leaving his hole tingling if a little raw. He decided George was on to a winner, when the reminder of his crush made him twinge with guilt, but not enough to stop enjoying him sprawling out in the warm shade of George's orchard.

In fact, it was Manuel who paused, to ask, "Do you think my horns look okay?" Blake looked up, peeling his arm off of Manuel's body where a trickle of semen had glued them slightly together, and rubbed the nub. "Ow, careful!" Manuel protested, "They haven't broken through the skin yet."

Blake felt his head go queasy for a moment - something wasn't quite right - but the feeling passed with a buzz through his brain, giving Manuel a big toothy grin and replying, "Yeah, I'm sure they'll be impressive as the rest of you." Manuel seemed pleased, pulling Blake in for some more tongue-wrestling.

Jack, who had seemed content to lick and sniff at Blake's rear, his heavy, fuzzy balls resting warmly against the back of Blake's neck, piped into the conversation, "Why are you asking him? I'm the one with antlers."

Parting lips, Manuel stated, "Antlers aren't the same as horns." A puzzled expression appeared on his face, before reaching up around Blake to manhandle Jack's fuzzy butt.

"Hey guys," a voice called out. Blake faced the wrong way to see who it was, and didn't recognise the voice. Not that he was likely to, he hadn't heard most of the other guys talk more than five sentences since he'd gotten here, and their voices hadn't really been high on what he'd paid attention to when he'd been introduced to them earlier.

"Hey," Jack replied to the mystery guest, "you just missed the orgy."

"A three-way is not an orgy," commented the voice, "but it does look like you guys had fun."

Blake twisted his head around far enough to see a wet, dangling cock with a ring of metal piercing the end. "The artist," Blake recalled.

"I'd have invited you along," suggested Jack, "but you were in the middle of trying to wrap your mouth around Lampwick's trunk."

"That thing's tough to wrangle," was the response.

"Looks like you succeeded though," Jack observed. "Want me to lick you clean?"

Manuel interrupted, "Hey, Simon, can I talk to you about a design?"

"You mean for another tat?" Simon inquired.

Manuel nodded, "Yeah."

It was then the trio seemed to come to a mutual decision that the encounter was over. Jack slid off first, rolling over with his legs gracefully circling in the air before they planted down into the ground. Blake thought idly, "Dancers really have some long feet," as he rolled off of Manuel's heavy, powerful body, shaking his own legs off.

Simon's smooth, thin torso was coated with cum; Blake wouldn't have thought that would have just come from one guy, but he'd seen how hung Lampwick had been, and he'd heard the guy was a porn star. Plus Simon seemed to be pretty skinny, so it might just have been his size that made the huge, creamy patch seem larger than expected. "Can we talk about it later?" Simon requested, "I want to sketch some other parts of the island while the light's at this angle."

"Sure," Manuel answered, and Simon waved, leaving the group and heading through the trees to some unknown destination on the island.

Blake wasn't sure what to do now: he didn't really fancy looking around the island any more, and he was too spent just now for another round. The only person on the island he knew well was in the middle of some important business. On top of that, his main hobby-cum-profession was off-limits to him until his shoulder recovered.

"So," he inquired tentatively, "what are the rest of you going to do?"

"I'm just going to walk around in the orchard for a bit," Jack answered, fiddling with his antler nubs, "I kind of feel the need to be outside."

Manuel responded, "I might go watch Simon draw for a while. If he's not too distracted I might try to 'convince' him in an hour or so to get this design in my head on to paper."

Blake weighed up the options. Jack had a rather feral quality that was intensely attractive but Blake really didn't want to just keep fucking some random guy, no matter how hot he was. It'd be neat to try something with Manuel, or Manuel and Simon, and definitely wanted to find out if Simon had any nude drawings of George, but he didn't want to have to fight for attention. Finally deciding, he nodded and said, "Cool, I think I'm going to go in and watch a movie or something. I'll catch you guys later."

"Okay, see you later," Jack farewelled.

"See you," Manuel added, following after Simon.

Walking slightly bow-legged, Blake headed back into the garden. He rubbed his thick arms, the warmth of the sun warming up his body. The short, spiky arm hairs prickled against his palms. He looked down at the flowers, wondering what Manuel found so interesting about these things to have gotten into growing them. Blake just saw a bunch of plants.

Leaving the garden, Blake took a quick look to the pool. The asshole had finished with the pool; he thought for a moment about having a quick dip before going inside, but his body had already endured some roughness, and he was here to take it easy on his shoulder after all. Maybe tomorrow, if some of the other guys just wanted to mess around for a bit.

Back in the kitchen, Blake ran into Giuliano, dozing off under the windows in the kitchen, his huge cock sprawled over his chest, the wide, slightly flattened head resting in a pool of spunk. It looked even bigger than before. Blake could barely believe a dick that size could be found dangling between the legs of a human man: most of the ones that long were pencil-thick in comparison. He licked his lips, imagining taking that huge shaft in his hands, wondering how hard that thing could get.

"Fuck," Blake whispered, noticing his cock was - despite having had full-blown sex twice in as many hours - starting to get aroused again. That lube was amazing. George would rake it in just from porn sites alone when it finally went to market.

The sleeping, hairy, hung Italian was alone in the kitchen; Blake surmised everyone else must have headed off in pairs or triplets up to bedrooms or more little hideaways to enjoy getting it on. Tiptoeing quietly through the kitchen, Blake cut through the empty dining room and into the bar.

When Blake opened the door, he was instantly hit with a wave of sound: the sound of guys moaning and grunting as they fucked filled his ears as he burst in on someone watching gay porn on the television. "Ah, welcome Blake!" greeted Eric, puffing out a huge plume of smoke from his cigar, "Have you finished with your tour?" he asked, pausing the video.

"Not really," Blake admitted. "George had to take a call."

"Ja, he is a busy man," Eric observed. "Did you get a good look around the island?"

Blake shrugged, walking over to the sheet-covered leather couch where Eric was seated. He was fully naked - Blake was actually surprised to realise that this was the first time he'd been here that he'd seen Eric's fat cock, despite the island basically going native - aside from a cock ring he'd stuck on his erection.

"Do you know anything about the lube?" Blake asked, changing the subject.

"From a scientific perspective, not as much as some of the others," Eric admitted, "but from my own experiences with it, it works very well." He tapped his own bottle, which he'd placed on the small mahogany table just off the arm rest of the chair, beside the ashtray into which Eric dropped his cigar.

Blake asked, "I was just wondering if it had any side-effects." His head started to feel funny, and he added, "Like, you know, when does it wear off?"

Eric grinned broadly, and scooted over, patting the partially-vacated patch of sheet invitingly. "Did you tell George about your feelings?" he asked inquiringly.

Blake flopped down, his hole twitching at the sensation. "No, Jack came in on me in the shower earlier," he recalled, "and he was quite insistent and I was kind of pent up. We used it then, then afterwards, when he came out to tell George about the phone, we kind of did it again, though this time with Manuel."

Eric laughed loudly, "You have been busy!"

Blake grinned back, and said, "Yeah. I guess I'm just confused. I still kind of feel horny. I walked in on Lampwick in the kitchen, not that long after getting done with the other guys, and well..." He pointed down to his half-erect cock. "That's not normal, is it?"

Eric asked, "Did you use the lube both times?"

"Yeah," Blake answered, "The other guys did too."

"What did you do, exactly?" Eric probed, turning to face Blake and cautiously reaching out to touch the inside of Blake's thigh. Eric's other hand gently touched the tip of his cock.

"It's kind of hard to remember," Blake admitted, "I'm pretty sure I sucked Jack's cock both times, and fucked him in the ass. Manuel fucked me in the ass."

"That might explain the reaction you have had," Eric suggested, licking his lips. "The lube will be getting absorbed into your body through your mouth, ass and genitals. So much might take a while to pass out of your system."

"I guess," Blake shrugged. "I dunno, though, it feels strange."

"In a good or bad way?" Eric asked. "If you feel sick or anything, you should tell George as soon as you can."

"No, no," Blake said, "it's weird, but in a good way." Suddenly realising, he said, "Oh, sorry on walking in on you."

Eric laughed, sliding his hand further up Blake's thigh, "What you told me has been quite - uh - exciting. I only wish I had been able to see it in person."

"Yeah," Blake said, staring up at the screen. The scene was quite kinky: one guy was bound up, his head covered in a gimp mask, and hanging from the ceiling waist-high; the other guy forcefully jerking him off as he rammed into him with his own cock. It reminded him of his earlier conversation, and he asked, "Is this the kind of stuff you and Jack do?"

Eric shook his head, "No, he likes something else, but I don't want to tell you what in case it breaks a confidence. Are you into this kind of thing?"

"Not this exactly," Blake stated, "but there was something... I don't know. I can't really put my finger on it, but when Jack and Manuel were fucking me, I had this really intense feeling of being close to something that was a huge turn-on. It was kind of rough on me, rougher usually than what I'm into, but for some reason it really got me going."

Eric's eyes twinkled lustily, gently rubbing the inside of Blake's thigh. He said, "I have a large collection of sex equipment in my room. We could go there and see if there's something you might be into."

Blake nodded, standing up as Eric turned off the television and stubbed out his cigar properly. Normally he wouldn't be into Eric's body type, but whether it was the lube, how easy it was to talk to Eric about this, or just being here with a whole range of guys made Blake kind of want to see what fucking Eric was like. Judging the lube's results he'd already discovered, he'd probably badly need to fuck in another hour or so anyway.

Yanking the sheet of the leather couch, Eric bundled it under his arm; Blake followed him as he headed upstairs. On their way through the kitchen, they came to an unspoken agreement and spent a couple of minutes ogling the still-napping Giuliano.

"Have you, er," Blake whispered, "fucked him yet?"

"Nein, not yet," Eric whispered back, "but he only came here last week. You can have only so much sex."

"At least, before George's lube," Blake added, turning when he noticed Eric was heading towards the stairs again. "What about the others?" Blake asked when he felt they were out of Giuliano's earshot.

"Jack, as you know," Eric answered. "I have also enjoyed some rather pleasant times with Manuel, Leon and Gary."

"I've not met Gary yet," Blake noted, "or at least I don't think so." He wondered idly what Manuel's secret fetish was.

"You might get to now," Eric observed, stepping on to the landing.

All of the bedroom doors except George's were open to various extents. Blake and Jack's room was, unsurprisingly, vacant. The room opposite was not; the wall pounded as the head-board of one of the beds thumped up against it. Blake peeked over Eric's shoulder through the sliver of space between the door and the frame. Inside he saw Leon's fists tightly gripping onto the sheet, moaning and squealing as Ivan's labourer-muscled body covered him, dwarfing the twink. His ass smoothly bobbed up and down; either Leon's ass was pretty loose, or they'd used a lot of lube. Blake felt the scent of fresh sex enticing, his cock thickening up a little more.

"Good," Eric whispered, smacking his lips. "I share a room with Leon. This should give us some privacy, in case you're embarrassed."

"I'm standing here naked with you, watching two guys I just met fucking," Blake thought, "I don't think I could get embarrassed." He knew that wasn't quite true though: considering the stuff people were into these days, he could find he had a really embarrassing fetish after experimenting with the kinky German.

Eric headed into the neighbouring room; Blake followed through and closed the door behind him. His mouth dropped open immediately. Eric's side of the room was neatly laid out with a whole host of sexual paraphernalia. A row of clean dildos and butt plugs in various sizes and a bizarre assortment of shapes - some of the dildos were definitely far from being human-based - was lined up proudly on a dresser. Behind them on the wall was a rack containing a variety of whips, chains, ropes, leashes, collars, cuffs, ticklers and some things Blake hadn't seen before. A mannequin had been placed in the corner, decked out in a gimp suit.

After getting over his initial shock - it wasn't surprising, it was just so much - what struck Blake the most was just how damned neat and orderly everything had been organised. Eric may have been a good cook, and a pretty damned good all-round housekeeper, but his real passion was sexuality in all its kinky weirdness.

"You seem a little surprised," Eric noted after Blake had been standing there frozen for about half a minute.

Blake shook himself, and explained, "I really wasn't expecting all... that."

Eric grinned, "Well, I do not have your good looks, but I have a healthy sex appetite and it usually helps to be a bit more adventurous. I also find variety interesting."

"Yeah, I can see that," Blake replied.

Eric clapped his hands together, and asked, "Should we get started?"

"Uh, sure," Blake agreed uncertainly, "but I don't really know where to begin."

"Hmm," Eric thought. "Well, why not come and have a look through my stuff. If something jumps out at you, good. If not, we can at least narrow it down."

Blake walked around the bed, pondering Eric's collection. "Where to fucking start?" he wondered. His eyes scanned along the dildos first, his eyes attracted by the wide range of colours and shapes. He reached in seemingly at random, and pulled out the first one he touched: it was bright red, and weirdly shaped, though he seemed to have a faint inkling of recognition for the shape. "What's up with this one?" he said, holding it up to Eric.

"That," Eric said, blushing slightly, "is a dog dildo."

"Oh," Blake said, trying to sound matter-of-fact. After a beat, he followed it up with, "A dog?!"

"Not a real one, of course," Eric replied, withdrawn for the first time Blake had known him, "just a fictional design. I do not have sex with non-human animals, if you are worried about that."

"No, no," Blake responded, "I, well, I mean you hear about these things and people send you pictures. Actually having one in your hands is quite different."

"Most of the animal-like ones I get from Hippo Lite," Eric quickly explained, in a way Blake felt was a little bit too over-the-top. He suspected either Eric was lying, or - and the one he chose to believe - he'd gotten made fun of a lot and was very sensitive about it. "They hire artists to come up with some fanciful designs, some based on real animals, but others on fantasy ones like dragons and such."

"Hippo Lite?" Blake asked, trying to keep from laughing. "There's actually a company that specialises in animal dildos?"

"Herr Auger owns it," Eric replied.

Blake nearly dropped the dildo in surprise. "Really?" he asked.

"Not directly," Eric replied, "but he must have some interest in it, because that was how he found me."

Blake pondered the dildo. "George is into this?" he wondered to himself. He felt a bit dizzy, and sat on Eric's bed.

"Scheisse," Eric swore. "I probably should not have told you that. It is not something he talks about, for obvious reasons."

"It's fine," Blake said, "I'm not going to tell anyone." Blake's mind was swirling with thoughts. He slowly ran his hand along the shaft of the dildo. The thing was strange, with its pointy tip and the huge bulges at the base. He wondered if George liked feeling it sliding up his ass, or whether he wanted to use it on other people, pretending it was his own. Knowing George was into it slowly filled him with curiosity, and Blake felt himself adding, "Do you know if he likes using it on himself or other people?"

"That I don't know," Eric admitted. "He just mentioned he owned the holding company, and reached out to me as one of their better customers."

"Do you think he'd be into it if I were a dog?" Blake asked. The germ of the idea grew in his mind, worming its way throughout his consciousness.

Eric's eyes quickly lit up, and he hurried over to the dresser saying, "I have something that might work in that area." Blake felt he was trying to recover from what he seemed to treat as a huge mistake on his part, but was slightly relieved that they were over that weird, intense awkwardness.

From out of the top drawer, Eric produced a leather mask, fashioned into a rather crude dog's-head shape. There were holes for the eyes, which could be covered up with small patches of leather, and fake dog-ears, and an empty muzzle sealed shut by a zip. The back of the head had laces that could be tightened. As soon as Blake saw it, his body seemed to twinge in excitement.

"This is a bondage mask, usually for pet play," Eric explained, "though it depends on the partner. There are extras, depending on how far you want to go: butt plugs fashioned like tails, full body bondage suits, and fursuits, though they are quite different and not really designed for sex, especially in this climate, and I don't have one here. But this might be a good start."

"Yes," Blake said, almost hypnotically, his hand subconsciously going to his cock.

Eric shrewdly noticed this and, handing the mask to Blake, suggested, "You should try it on, if it feels good I will fasten it up properly, and we could try some pet play to see if you are into it." Blake started fidgeting with the mask, stretching out the opening to get his head through. Eric added, "We should decide on a safe word. We should be okay, but just to be careful we should have one."

"What about 'George'?" Blake suggested, the edge of the mask stretched over his head.

"That might be something you would say normally during sex," Eric explained, "so it would not make a good safe word."

"Oh," Blake said. "Umm, what about 'He-Man'?"

"Passable, I think," Eric replied, grinning.

Blake pulled the mask down, plunging his face into a slightly itchy darkness. Light trickled in through patches where the mask wasn't sealed: the eye holes, "nostrils" and around the zip, but it wasn't very much. He felt slightly helpless, looking from side to side, trying to get used to it.

"How does that feel?" he heard Eric's muffled voice say.

"It's quite dark," Blake admitted.

Eric's hands pressed down on his face. "Do you want me to remove the eye patches?"

"Hmm," Blake mused. "No, I'll get used to it, I think."

"Okay," Eric replied, "the eye holes don't really like up anyway, at least for me. Should I tighten it up?"

Blake answered, "Okay, sure."

"After that," Eric said, "I will start to treat you as though you were a dog. It might seem silly at first. Try to go along with it, but if you feel uncomfortable, then we can stop."

Blake nodded, "I think I understand. You might have to bear with me though, I've not done anything like this before."

"Okay," Eric answered, "just remember your safe word. Oh, one more thing. Since you won't be able to see, would you like me to put a collar and leash on you?"

"Yeah, yeah that would be good," Blake heard himself say, a weird shiver passing through him.

Blake heard Eric slide the drawer closed, and rummage around for a couple of seconds, before he heard and felt the bed sink beside him. His head was then roughly yanked backwards slightly, and he involuntarily tilted his head back and forth as Eric tightened the laces of the mask around the back of his head. Arms wrapped around his neck, and he felt the collar being tightened: it felt snug, but it sent another weird excited rush surging through Blake's body.

Between the mask and his erection, Blake was feeling a little light-headed. "Sit, dog!" Eric commanded.

Blake's first instinct was to say, "But I'm already sitting!" until he realised that Eric meant for him to sit like a dog. He slid off the bed, getting on to all fours, before lifting his knees and lowering his ass until it touched the floor.

Eric scratched him on the shoulder, then Blake heard and felt the mask's "muzzle" getting unzipped, and he gulped the fresh air in gratefully. "Speak, dog!" Eric ordered.

Blake played along, barking deeply, "Ruff! Ruff!" It felt a little silly, but the situation filled his body with an almost electric tingling that he found very pleasant.

He blanched a bit when Eric tugged on his collar, but shifted his arms forward, walking along the floor. He tried it at first on his knees, but that felt a little awkward and after a while his knees protested in pain. He lifted his weight up to the balls of his feet; this resulted in Blake feeling a bit top-heavy and had to stick his ass into the air, but it made the electric sensation increase.

They walked around for a couple of minutes, Blake following the pulls on the collar, getting Blake used to being treated as a dog. His cock waggled about underneath him, swaying from side to side as he walked, and bobbing up and down as he flexed the muscles around the base of his shaft.

Eric ordered him to sit, and Blake dutifully dropped his ass down, wriggling around a bit to get into the right position. Bobbing his head up and down, he caused the lower "jaw" of the "muzzle to open; through it, he caught sight of Eric going over to the dresser, muttering something in German and slowly, gently milking his shaft. From the bottom drawer, Eric pulled out a leather jacket and cap, putting them on. He noticed what Blake was doing, and he frowned, stomping over and jerking on the leash.

Blake yelped in surprise; his neck and throat felt sore. Eric growled, "Bad dog!", zipping up the mouth on the mask. Blake lowered his head in shame. "Stay!" Eric commanded; Blake felt himself freeze into place.

Then, stuck in the relative darkness of the zipped mask, Blake heard Eric leave: steps headed to the door, and then the door clicked as it was shut properly. Blake, not wanting to get out of the mindset Eric had put him into, remained seated where he was.

Blake waited. From his position, the room was dark, quiet and rather lonely. He felt tense, wondering if this was part of the role-play, or whether he had annoyed Eric. Minutes passed, without anything happening. Blake wondered what the hell was up. The electric feeling increased, despite nothing really actually happening; but this time it seemed to come with some negative emotions: he'd been left behind, he was a bad dog, he had displeased his master.

Although it was probably only about five or ten minutes at the most, by the time the door opened again, Blake had started to lose himself to the fantasy. He whimpered and whined, pacing about in place. When the door opened, he barked, and bounded over to the person who had come through.

"Ah, good dog!" Eric greeted, as Blake jumped up and hugged him round the neck. Blake hadn't realised just how lonely and vulnerable he had felt, being "trapped" by himself. Eric unzipped the mask again, and Blake barked gratefully, licking Eric's hand when he placed it in front of Blake's face.

"Get down!" Eric ordered. Blake dutifully dropped down to his haunches, looking up. Eric firmly took back control of the leash, leading Blake over towards the bed. He dropped what he'd been holding - it looked like a whipped cream can - and then ordered Blake to sit, before heading into the bathroom for a few moments, returning with the bottle of lube.

Opening it, he squeezed out a lot of it on to his hands, then, after ordering him to stand, started to lubricate Blake's shaft. Eric's touch was bold and masterful; Blake felt he could have orgasmed easily from a minute of that, but Eric seemed to be able to tell just how far he could tease Blake before it went too far. His hand moved wider, squeezing more lube out of the bottle, the tingling sensation of the active lubricant spreading around his crotch and right around and into his hole.

Blake vaguely knew that this was probably not going to help him recover from the lubricant's effects - in fact, this was likely to make it worse - but he couldn't bring himself to stop it. Instead, he held himself up on all floors, the lubricants slowly fuelling his arousal.

Eric appeared back into view, the cool gel on Blake's crotch all that was left of his activities. Eric then went to work on himself, moaning excitedly as his red, eager cock came into contact with the lube.

Blake remained up on all fours, eagerly watching Eric's erection with his mouth open, only vaguely aware that drool was dripping from the edges of his slack jaw. His own shaft was straining. Deep down, he knew he should have been concerned - this much intense sexual activity in such a short time wasn't healthy, or seemingly possible - but his mind could only focus on servicing his "master".

Standing up, Eric rubbed more and more of the lube over his body; almost as though the more he used, the more he wanted to use. He coated his dangling scrotum, his taint, and finally in and around his hole. Blake watched this all with eager excitement, wagging his mental tail in anticipation. Only Eric's commands kept him from jumping onto the German, grunting and thrusting his cock, rutting like the dumb, servile beast he was playing at being.

To finish his preparations, Eric reclined on the bed; Blake heard the full rattling of the canister being shaken, and the dulled hiss of its contents being emptied. From his vantage point, Eric only got an idea of what it was when Eric finished whatever pattern or design he had created; the top of his shaft was lined with chocolate mousse.

"Good dog," Eric said, his voice quivering in excitement, "come get your treat."

Blake bounded on to the bed, amazed at his own agility from being in such an unusual position. Eric had run two lines of mousse from his nipples over his round chest, where they met half-way down to his belly button, before finally trailing along to his cock. Pressing down the mask of the muzzle against Eric's warm, quivering body, Blake licked up the mousse.

It was awkward at first; Blake was into the role, but was still aware of wearing a mask. He pushed his face forward as much as he could, aligning the path of the mousse with the zip's opening. The leather "muzzle" crumpled, which might have ruined the illusion, but both men were too aroused to care too much at this point. Eric, Blake decided, tasted great - the mousse's light, chocolatey flavour mixed in with Eric's sweat and what was probably the scent left over from him having cooked the sausages earlier. Eric moaned beneath him. Blake felt a hand rubbing over the smooth muscles of his torso, scratching his belly; his cock twitched, and a drizzle of excited pre-cum squirted out.

With the vague sensation of when the tip of the muzzle was getting too close to the other converging line of mousse, Blake lapped and kissed Eric's right pectoral, playfully tonguing and sucking on the nipple, before leaning over and starting on the other side. Eric was busy moaning, one hand gripped on the end of the leash, the other idly rubbing or scratching Blake's body, occasionally making an excited utterance in German.

Combined with his partially-chemical-induced arousal, Blake felt his heart racing as the sugar from the mousse entered his system. He became twitchy and jittery, muscles shaking and his shaft dripping a thick wet trail of pre-cum. Shifting his body, he moved down Eric's body, the metal chain hanging coolly between their two warm bodies, lapping up the rest of the mousse, raising up his head to change the tilt of his neck from time to time.

Eric slowly teased Blake's cock as it bobbed and dripped above his head. It started with running his finger around the Blake's tip, the sensitive skin sending shudders through Blake's system. As Blake's body shifted further down, Eric teased the tip further with the palm of his hand, using his thumb to rub the underside of his cock, sliding along the path of Blake's urethra.

Blake's tongue cleared out Eric's belly button from the pool of chocolate cream that had collected there, before sliding down the round curve to the bristly patch of pubic hair. Eric's lips craned up, and Blake's tip was pulled in to the German's hungry mouth. The tips of his teeth gently traced over the slightly-pointed end, tormenting and inviting him to go further in equal measure.

Pausing for a moment to lick his own lips, Blake gazed down at Eric's cock, before opening his mouth wide, diving down. The mousse dissolved in his warm mouth, Eric's cock sliding easily and completely into Blake's throat. He sucked on it, causing Eric's legs to spasm.

Something probed his hole, and Blake did his best to invite it in: relaxing his sphincter and pushing back against it. His own shaft was sliding further into Eric's mouth. Eric seemed to be a master at blowing a guy, because Blake could barely concentrate enough on the dick in his mouth - which had become a yearning obsession - from the attention and tricks Eric employed with his lips, teeth and especially his tongue. Blake's head and crotch bobbed up and down, the sticky saliva trail he'd left along Eric's belly smearing up against his own toned torso.

The probing intensified, and Blake sensed a pointed tip invade his body. It felt artificial and cool, but that didn't stop him from wanting it sliding into his body. The shape of it was unusual, and its strangeness seemed to make it even more exciting.

Eric's legs grasped on to the sides of his head, forcing Blake's head further down on to his cock. Blake's body itched with need; the shaft sliding into his body was thick and stretched him out, but the very end met with some resistance. But Blake couldn't worry too much about that: Eric's cock was slick with lube and oozing with delicious juices that flowed over his tongue. From time to time, Eric tugged on the collar, reminding Blake of his position as Eric's "dog".

Despite being randy and aching for release, Blake didn't mind too much when Eric's mouth opened, his cock bouncing out as if it was being pushed out by the string of excited German words Eric was moaning. Blake felt the cock buried in his mouth throbbing readily, Eric trying to hold back despite also being ready for release. Blake felt a slam, as the bulge in the dildo's base got hammered right into his hole. He tried yelping, his cock spasmed like crazy with the pressure on his prostate reverberating through his genitals, but his leash was tugged and his mouth was full of cock.

Suddenly, that cock squirted out a very thick, and very creamy load; being a dutiful "dog", Blake's tongue quickly trapped it, sucking off the tip as more squirted out, and swallowing it to make room for more. The electric feeling that had been building up this whole time spiked, and Blake wondered for a while whether he had just ejaculated as well: the feeling felt just as good as an orgasm.

The collar yanked him up, and Eric's thighs released his head. Eric panted, grabbing and squeezing on to his cock, milking out the last few splorts of cum. Blake sniffed at them using the end of the mask's muzzle, then licked them clean, earning a satisfying belly rub in the process. "Good dog," Eric mumbled quietly.

Blake did feel good, lapping and cleaning up Eric's crotch, sliding his tongue over all the places Eric had smeared the lube. Eric continued to give him affectionate rubs, until Blake had finished cleaning him up, then tugged on the collar some more; Blake turned about, the dildo firmly implanted in his ass. Now facing Blake, Eric reached down and grasped Blake's swollen, throbbing dick; Blake whined, his own strong need washing over him again.

Eric had teased earlier, but now he stroked with intent. The skin of Blake's cock was pulled over and off his juicy tip, Eric's grip commanding. Caught up in the scenario, Blake panted, his tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth. His whole body pulsated with excitement and need; his mind filled with thoughts of being a dog, another dog on top and mounting him, his own canine dick fixed deep into the ass of another.

Blake didn't know if dogs howled when they came, but he nearly did; it mostly came out as an excited whisper and a satisfied whirr of breath out of his nostrils. His first shot got Eric right in the face; he quickly closed his eyes, but continued pumping. The later shots delivered an amazingly large load, plastering a vaguely hand-like web of semen over Eric's round stomach. Blake barely realised Eric had finished jerking him off when he noticed the wet plop and heard the rubbery bounce as the dildo fell from his ass as Eric stretched his hole. It snapped into a slightly tighter ring as soon as Eric released it.

Subconsciously, Blake lapped up his own semen from Eric's chest; some of it got around the muzzle's "lips", but Blake was barely conscious of it. He only stopped when he felt Eric reach up to his neck, and the tightness of the collar relaxed. The small leather belt fell beside him on to the bed, then he went to work untying the mask.

For Blake, it was almost like waking up from a dream: a super-intense, hyper-sexualized dream that still thrummed through his body after he had woken up. Blake collapsed on the bed, exhausted and spent.

"Holy shit," Blake stated, finding it slightly weird to be speaking rather than growling or barking, "I think that was the best sex I've had."

Eric beamed, "Good, I enjoyed it a great deal, too." He stroked Blake's body idly for a few moments, Blake doing the same by rubbing Eric's belly. "I had better clean up the equipment though," he said reluctantly.

Blake tried to argue, but Eric looked rather fierce in his leather daddy outfit - despite really being way too young to pull that look off - and so he relented. As Eric left the room, Blake sniffed the air. "Sex," he thought, identifying the scents, "Sex and bacon."