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Here a kinky piece I wrote during my writing fervor of December/January. I had this idea a very long time ago, but got to develop it properly only during that period, adding some elements that made it extra kinky. Hope you will like it guys, and that you will show it with faves, votes and comments!

This story wasn't edited by Gritou because I totally forgot to make him do that, still I thank my love nonetheless!

The courtroom would have been small normally, but it felt even smaller thanks to the crowded situation, lawyers and parts mingling together in the closed space, waiting patiently to be called by the judged. The air was full of musk from the sweaty furs, all clothes in with a different degree of formality, ranging from jeans and simple dresses to suits.

Sam deeply envied the losers in casual clothing; they sure weren't sweating as much as he was, the tie and the jacket of his suit not making his body breath at all. Usually he wouldn't have minded being musky, especially with the right company, but this wasn't definitely the case and place; the judge was already grilling him enough, and she didn't seem much interest in the manly sex.

"Your honor." The Doberman started again, using his more persuasive tone with the labradoodle in front of him. "My client has already suffered enough from the prejudicial behavior of the counterpart, if we have to wait further-"

"Enough of that. This cause is based mostly on documents; it can wait to get a decision." The bitchy judge cut him off, not letting him finish.

"But because of its documentary nature it can be decided now. No need for another hearing." The suited dobie insisted, trying hard to rein his anger. Damn if he had to wait for a decision because that boney bitch was lazy!

"Your honor, you must excuse my young colleague." A rumbling voice came from his side, said voice belonging to a taller and older Saint Bernard in suit. "He was impatient even back when he was an intern under me."

"Then, you should have taught him patience." The labradoodle dared to snort, her small eyes fixed on the dobie. "The case is adjourned; the next hearing will be the 27 of September."

Sam couldn't stop his gasp of surprise, that was a six months delay! For a cause that was ready to be decided. "Your honor, I beg you to reconsider..."

"I don't bend to the whim and need of lawyers, young man. Now, begone, I have thirteen more hearings today!" The judged hastily and crassly dismissed them, passing already to the next cause. Still fuming, the dobie stomped out of the room, not believing that just happened. What a fucking bitch! And the worse was it happened in front of Bernie, his old colleague from Harts and Fitch.

A big paw grabbed his shoulder all of sudden, squeezing it, the older lawyer having catch up with him. "I'm sorry Sam, you know how things work here..."

Those sympathetic words stung a lot, just feeding the anger the black canine was feeling at the moment. "Fuck off, Bernie." He cursed, refusing the comforting paw and stepping away from the other canine. He could feel his fur bristle on his neck for the anger, and sympathy wasn't what he needed to calm down.

He heard the sigh coming from the Saint Bernard, then his heavy pawsteps on the distance, leaving the dobie alone and thinking. Sure, it wasn't his fault, the judge was notoriously a prick, but did he have to be so paternalistic? His empathy afterwards didn't help subdue his fury, just one thing could...

Turning around, Sam started walking through the long corridors, slowing down for the occasional crowd in front of a courtroom, brushing shoulders with all kind of furs. There was only one place where he could get what he needed, one place where he could deliver his anger in the proper way.... To be rid of his frustration.

Finally he arrived at his destination, an almost hidden door with a subdued toilettes sign on it. It was on the far end of the court, rarely visited, the perfect environment for what he needed. He opened the door forcefully, almost smashing it against the wall, stalking inside quickly; the stall he needed to visit was the last one, for some unknown reason the biggest one of them, with enough room for two big furs.

Which was perfect since the stall was already occupied by a Saint Bernard in suit, standing there waiting, rubbing his big paws together. "I-I am sorry Sam, you know it is work, I-I had to say those things!" The bigger male started apologizing, which wasn't exactly what he wanted at the moment.

"Shut up Bernie, I know." The Doberman growled as he closed the door of the stall behind him. "You were fucking right to do it. But it still made me very angry."

"I-I am sorry, I didn't mean to-" The lawyer started whining again, which the dobie stopped by grabbing his muzzle with one paw and keeping it shut like that.

"I said, shut up." The younger fur repeated, staring in the other man's eyes before releasing his muzzle. "You know what I need when I am angry and frustrated, so get to work, daddy."

Thankfully the Saint Bernard had enough sense to be silent now, slowly dropping on his knees, his long tail wagging behind him. Not happy with the speed, Sam grabbed his head and pushed it against his crotch, the white and reddish muzzle pressing against his engorged dick.

"Can you smell it, daddy?" The Doberman taunted his lover, asserting his dominance on the other male.

"Y-yes." The bigger dog moaned as he sniffed the musky cock through the fabric. He would be lapping at it too if the big paw wasn't stopping him, Sam didn't want his pants to be ruined after all.

"That bitch made me so frustrated... I need my daddy to take care of my cock." Sam rumbled, eliciting another moan from his partner by just saying those words. Oh if he was fond of his cock, the lawyer with a big name!

"I-I can feel it." The knelt canine replied, pressing his muzzle even more against the seven inched of trapped cock.

"So eager to serve.... So go on, take it out and do what you do best!" The younger man barked, releasing the other male. Bernie did as told immediately, as expected, he had been trained well after all, with long sessions that had taught him his proper place; right now he was hastily unzipping his pants, one paw getting inside to fumble with his undies, pulling his briefs under his balls.

Then, finally, he grabbed the dobiehood, carefully, bringing it out in all his glory, the fiery red member throbbing in the air. The black canine looked from above as the Saint Bernard licked his chops at such a sight, even if he had got his daily dose of cock just the night before; but he didn't seem to ever have enough, having a libido of a much younger man, something that Sam was happy to exploit.

Without foreplay, the massive canine opened his mouth wide, taking the whole cock in it in one go thanks to his long muzzle and his deep-throating abilities; the dobie couldn't stop his moan, feeling such warm wetness around his dick was always amazing, nor of that versatile wide tongue, lapping and stimulating his rod as his owner bobbed his head.

He let his daddy keep his pace for a while, enjoying the intimate pleasure of a sliding muzzle, the middle aged fur pressing his nose against the tanned pubic hairs as he took even the knot inside his mouth, deeply breathing every time. His musk had been the first thing that had attracted the lawyer, five years before, driving him crazy until he had begged the dobie intern to let him suck him off. Oh the memories...

But it wasn't the time to lose himself in cherished memories, not when an eager cocksucker was knelt before him. Deciding he had given him enough freedom for the moment, Sam grabbed the head of his lover, his paws a little closer to his triangular ears; the Saint Bernard stopped in his tracks, his training telling him what the dobie wanted without need of words.

And what the darker dog wanted was to muzzlefuck his bitch. His hips start moving, first slowly, then faster, the muzzle he was thrusting in growing slacker as the dobiehood moved in an out of it, the mountain canine knowing that he had to move only his tongue now. And he sure did that, that fleshy ribbon wrapping around that thickness, massaging it as it was pushed in his mouth, eliciting moans from the Doberman.

"This is what I wanted to do to your fucking muzzle, while you were berating me." Sam said as he used his daddy's mouth for his pleasure. "Fill it with my cock."

Bernie tried to protest but what came out were just muffled moans, the sounds causing a nice vibration around his red rod. The dobie scratched his toy behind his ears, showing him that he wasn't really mad at him; he still deserved to be angry fucked though, he couldn't let that bitch question his dominance over his daddy.

"You were bad today, daddy, and this is your punishment." The canine stated, each word punctuated by a thrust. He could go like that for ours, his cock inside the Saint Bernard's mouth, his orgasm slowly being nursed by his wide and long tongue; even like that, he could kept his climax for hours, just to not let the older man taste his cum too soon.

"Oh yeah, you are such a born cocksucker, daddy." The dobie crooned as he pushed his thick cock in that sweet muzzle, watching as it entered and exited through the sealed lips. The other lawyer had closed his eyes, he could see that, just enjoying the simple pleasure of being used by such a stud; he hadn't fought such a state of their relationship, from the beginning asking to be bred and used as a bitch.

"And I am sure that your cock is hard from being used by your boy, isn't it daddy?" He told him, enjoying how the bigger male nodded submissively; he could see from there his pants were tended by his not so small dick, but he knew better than going and starting jerking off without his authorization.

"Betcha you never get treated like that by your old wife." Sam teased, loving how those ears flattened for a second in shame. He liked to rub that on his lover, from time to time, reminding him that he had a wife once, but that now he wasn't getting to fuck anyone, except when his boy felt an itch that needed to be scratched.

That was a double edged sword, though, because the thought of fucking a married man - they hadn't divorced to safe the shame - was always so arousing for him. He thrust one lust time, getting his cock as far down the older dog's throat as possible, loving to hear him gagging on the thick bone. Then he removed his cock, slick and shiny for the amount of saliva, resisting the temptation of rubbing it on his lover's face, they were still in a public place after all.

"Get up, Bernie, and bend over the toilet." The dobie in suit ordered him, while he unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants carefully on the ground.

"Y-yes Sam." The big dog panted, standing up and doing as told, moving so that his back was arched, presenting his big ass in the best way possible. The Saint Bernard knew the drill perfectly, and normally such an action would have highlighted his body, a bit heavy but the fat not hiding the muscles that were still there, giving him a nice musclegut.

"I have dreamed of your ass all during that hearing, being so close to you was driving me crazy." The younger lawyer told him, leaning over the bent male, his paws going to reach his belt. He pressed briefly one of his black and tan paws against the crotch, chuckling at what he found. "And seems you have dreamt of my thick cock."

"Y-yes, I couldn't wait for the hearing to end to come here." The dog admitted, probably blushing. He still managed to blush, even after the many, many naughty things he had endured by the paws of the dobie, which was part of his charm. His swift fingers were done with the belt in no time, letting the fancy pants down, uncovering the red and white butt.

"I see you did as I told you." The Doberman whistled, seeing the fine bands that framed that ass, leaving the cheeks exposed. He knelt to look further, seeing that the Saint Bernard's dick was covered by the piece of cloth, stained with precum and barely keeping the hardened meat inside.

"I-I did, I put the jockstrap as you asked." His lover confirmed, his tail wagging for having made his boy happy. They both had known they had a hearing together that morning, so Sam had programmed to have sex after it - and nothing was better than fucking his daddy in a jockstrap.

"I wonder if you did the other thing too..." He mused, one paw yanking that tail high so he could examine better. And there it was, as expected, the blunt and wide base of a plug, big enough to stop the toy from getting further inside the canine, but still in place to spread that hole wide.

"I-it has been there since this morning, i-it kept me hard for so long...." The older male whined loudly. That pleased the dobie to no end, knowing that his daddy had went through the morning and the hearing with the plastic toy planted in his ass, stimulating his prostate every time he moved and keeping him ready for a doggie cock...

"And in your mind, this toy was my cock. Isn't that right?" Sam breathed out, his paw grabbing the base of the plug, slowly extracting it until it had only the pointy tip in before ramming it inside, moving it around to maximized the effect.

"Y-yes, as always." The Saint Bernard moaned his answer, shaking with pleasure as the toy hit the right spots, his paws clenching on the ceramic toilet.

"And now you are craving for it, don't you daddy?" The Doberman repeated the move, forcefully fucking his lover with the toy, loving how each thrust made him squirm and obviously in need of release.

"P-Please, give me your cock..." The bulky fur begged, using all of his willpower to not buck his hips and start fucking himself on the Dobie-handled toy. He knew that it was never a good choice, that his balls would remain blue if he did such thing without being told to, or before he had a real cock in him.

"Not yet. I have to show you I can be patient..." He taunted his fucktoy, keeping fucking him with the poor substitute of a dick. He yanked the tail a bit higher, getting the best angle to see that black plug disappear in the hungry hole, always getting it in at different angles to keep it unpredictable, but always at the same, slow pace. That way, the Saint Bernard was stimulated to the maximum without risk of him cumming before the real fun started.

In and out, in and out... Sam waited, despite his cock aching to get inside the familiar hole, wanting for the bigger male to beg for it. He knew Bernie wouldn't resist for long, since they toy couldn't give all the pleasure his throbbing, hot member could give him, and he that slutty dog knew that perfectly.

"Please Sam... I was wrong, you are patient... Please fuck me!" His lover finally whimpered, as expected. Chuckling, the Doberman rammed the toy in one last time, keeping it inside for a few seconds that would seem eternity for the poor bottom, before extracting it, leaving it on the ground before standing up again.

He pressed his cock between those two perfect ass cheeks, his knotted cock being sandwiched by the two buns. Releasing the tail, which flopped on the side submissively, he grabbed his daddy by the hips, starting humping him but keeping his dick to get inside yet.

"So, you want this big, mean Doberman to fuck you?" Sam asked, his member coating the white fur around that tailhole with its pre.

"Y-Yes." The bigger fur moaned, visibly at his limits, just a hair shy to lose it.

"Want this big, fat cock in your ass?" The teasing continued, his paws moving over that booty, pulling the jockstrap's strings before returning to their original positions.

"Y-yes. Please!" Bernie almost growled his need, which satisfied the dobie. With skillful movements of his hips, he managed to put his cock in position, the tip aimed at the exact center of the tailstar, the muscle already winking in anticipation.

"Then, here it comes!" The black canine shouted, pushing his whole weight against the donut-shaped muscle. He found no resistance at all, thanks to toy-fucking session, his cock steadily invading that ass inch by inch, spreading it like nothing else could, the male under him moaning loudly as he got what he had wished for.

Soon the lawyer found himself completely hilted in his daddy, his furry lowhangers pressed against the somewhat rough cloth of the black jockstrap, his whole cock being massaged by the warm tunnel. He stopped there, enjoying the feeling of being almost completely inside his lover, only the knot left out, though for not much longer.

Deciding it was due time, the dobie moved his cock out of that ass, but just half of it before he thrust in again, the pace that he set being hard and fast. That was what both fur wanted, dirty and hard, nothing held, the fat dobiehood screwing the Saint Bernard, both furs moaning at the top of their lungs.

Sam wasn't the only one working, oh no, his mate wasn't just a passive bitch who took it in the ass stoically; he was a real bottom, loving to have a dick inside him, and now that the fucking had started for real Bernie had lost his composure, pushing his body behind to meet every thrust, fucking himself as much as he was getting fucked.

The air echoed with their mating, the sounds of hard muscles meeting slamming against hard muscles filling the stall, not at all muted down by their suits. They both didn't care if someone entered the bathroom, they had done that too many times and they were too much into it at this point to care, the only important thing was the rutting.

That, of course, couldn't be kept for long; it was already impressing that they had hold off their orgasm for that long, after having passed a whole morning being pented up. Knowing that, Sam started to slam his meat harder, pressing his big knot against that asshole, time and time again, until it gave in, accepting the ball of flesh.

"G-God!" The Saint Bernard worded as he got fucked by the whole dobie length, his prostate battered to oblivion. He hadn't moved his paws from the toilet, leaving them there, nor his cock had been freed from the constrains of the jockstrap, but Sam could recognized the signs of his daddy cumming, and they were all present now, muscles clenching, his ass growing tighter all of sudden as the dog filled his underwear with his spunk.

Growling loudly, the Doberman fucked his mate through his orgasm, then gave in himself, going over the edge and starting filling that hot piece of ass with his seed, without stopping his thrusting for one second. The fat knot kept it all inside, sealing his ass, but there was no doubt they would need lots of tissue to keep the older man's pants from being ruined.

They both were panting as the dobie leaned forward, starting to nuzzle his lover's neck, waiting for his knot to deflate by snuggling with the bigger male. He felt Bernie chuckled through his body, the dog not having problems at keeping the position.

"We sure were pent up, eh?" The Saint Bernard noted, shifting his hips a bit and groaning as his inside arranged themselves around the thick cock.

"That's the deal when you are with a man of my age... And when you have the libido of a younger fur." Sam pointed out, nibbling one triangular ear and playfully jabbing his cock forward.

"Right." The lawyer rumbled, enjoying the pleasantries of the afterglow, turning his head to look at his dobie. "But you really have to mention my wife during sex, pup?"

"Yes, until you decide to divorce her and marry me." The Doberman said, his muzzle going down and finding his mate's, starting to kiss him with love and passion.