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Backwater Pit Stop

Chapter 2 apparently

By Roofles

Kyle woke up in a funk. His lower body was both in pain and pleasure as the massive pit bull snuggled up behind him. Never once did Burt let go of the man he was knotted too. Licking the shoulder he had clamped onto last night during the mating. Holding him firmly in his strong, unyielding arms and half crushing him in a big bear hug.

It was both awkward and uncomfortable most the time; Kyle learned waking up several times throughout the night. Burt could move from behind to in front of him, still with that soft ball sized knot sealed up inside him. Twisting and turn it with his movements, the pit bull spent a great deal of time teasing him. Just playing with the man, teasing him as he twisted one way then the other, forcing Kyle to come along with him just for the hell of it.

The pit bull murred deeply, a growl of pure pleasure and bliss as he shoved the man against the back of the couch and crushed him against it as he snuggled up for the night. His arms and legs wrapped tightly around him as the pit bull just panted lazily in one ear.

Kyle could feel Burt drooling over his cheek and down his neck. He couldn't move or shove the dog off of him, but Burt eased up a bit at his fussing.

It wasn't hours later, in the early morning that Kyle managed to pry himself free after waking up for the forth time that night. He yawned sleepily, seeing that the dark gray, white chest pit bull had rolled over onto his back sometime during the night. Snoring up a storm.

Kyle chuckled a bit at that, scratching the pit bulls chest as he slowly, carefully tugged and pulled, wincing and stifling not one, not two but three moans as that knot and his thick length finally slipped free of him. It made a loud slurp and Kyle knew he was still leaking from the previous night fun.

Kyle managed to get up and off the couch before being painfully reminded that he was still wearing a collar from the other night. Burt didn't even need to pull on it, the dog's sheer size was enough to keep Kyle close to him, unable to move the sleeping lug.

The man only sighed, having to adjust himself several times and feeling sore all over. He was covered in hickies, in drool and other fluids that dog had been more than happy to share with him. And it felt as if he had rode a horse, without a saddle, for miles up a bumpy mountain road at a ninety degree angle.

Kyle wasn't no virgin boy. He had been around his share of bars in his day. And no one had compared to the pit bull still just drooling on the couch.

Burt was on his back, leg's open, his flaccid cock still a long sausage that drooped over one leg. His sack was up on his other leg and down between them at the same time just due to the size. His feet were splayed out, one arm was up over his had and the other was resting on his big beer belly. Not the prettiest sight in the world for sure; but it had gotten far colder being away from him.

Burt just radiated heat from every pour in his body. A musky smell that filled the living room they had slept in. Without being next to him, near him the cold of the early morning made Kyle shiver several times, having to hug himself for warmth.

It'd be so easy to just go back over there, crawl between the pit bulls legs and call it. He knew Burt would be glad to have his company once more. Yet, Kyle didn't move.

When was the last time he had actually stayed the night at someone house? Learned their number? Hell, even their name! The big city wasn't exactly kind to much else. Kyle liked hook ups, he was great at flirting and playing the game. But that ended the second that condom came off.

The last guy he was with, a rather studly doberman, ended much the same way. The dog had almost flipped his lid, afraid he knotted the man. Kyle was the one that had to remind him about it in the first place. Last night? The very thought of it hadn't even come to mind as if it had just been certain from the second Burt picked him up that night.

Kyle wasn't one to ask permission about things, just leaving when he felt like it or kicking the other guy out. And now here he was having to go back over to the pit bull, nude, and ask him to get up. Kyle wasn't even sure where his briefs had gone too and knew he would never see them again.

“Hey," Kyle whispered as if trying not to wake the dog. The collar around his neck was locked and he couldn't get it off without the canines help. “Burt. Hey, wake up." He added giving the dog a shake.

Burt was a heavy sleeper and the man had to crawl back onto the couch to wake him up.

“Want an early?" Burt ended up just asking after a couple minutes passed by and the dog was able to collect his thoughts.

“I need to use to john." Kyle thumbed over his shoulder and motioned to his collar.

“Oh," Burt just nodded. Kyle waited for an apology that never came. Instead Burt just got up himself, sleepily yawning loudly and walking over towards the bathroom. He gave the leash a dog with a hand. “You need to go or not?"

Kyle was nearly flabbergasted about it as he followed along.

“Here," Burt said opening the door for him. Kyle didn't wait any longer before going in, and then stopped as Burt soon joined him. The dog rubbed himself a bit, coaxing his length out of his plump sheath and just went without another thought. Like using a urinal next to someone, Kyle respectfully didn't look and just got himself ready.

Burt on the other hand wrapped his arm around his lower waist, took hold of the man and held it for him.

Nothing else was said or done. Burt didn't point it out or tease him about it. This was just how things were going to be apparently. Kyle couldn't help but get a bit hard as those strong, amble fingers held him firmly yet so delicately.

“I was going to take a shower..." Kyle finished off with, washing his hands. Burt didn't bother though. The pit bull looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Why?" Burt just ended up asking.

Kyle flushed a bit. “Well..." He didn't want to say it was because of his leaking tail hole.

“Fine." Burt just ended up giving in. Kyle looked the other way, towards the shower right next door but felt his leash tug and ended up following the canine back to the couch.

Burt yawned once more, scratching himself lewdly as he moved over so Kyle could sit back down. The man figured he'd just get released finally. Burt had other plans.

The dog sat down on the edge of the couch, moved his back to the couch and then pulled both of Kyle's legs up onto his lap. And then began giving him a tongue bath.

The pit bull had more than enough tools to go about it. His tongue was both long and wide, drooling out the front of his muzzle as he slurped up one of Kyle's whole foot into his muzzle to suckle and lick over. Teasing the toes and licking between them.

And the man shivered.

Kyle had done stuff with wax and latex, and somehow that velvet smooth tongue felt like both. Heated and warm, damp, slick and yet at the same time the top of that tongue was rough. It dragged on his heel all the way up to his toes, which he opened up for his propping tongue.

Burt switched legs, swallowing loudly before just continuing his work. Kyle just laid back, unsure what to think of it as the pit bull just proceeded to give him a bed tongue bath. And Burt didn't skimp anywhere as he moved down, between Kyle's legs to cup his tongue underneath and roll his whole sack into that drooling maw.

Burt held onto him as if he were a tennis ball, tight enough so he couldn't even dream of getting free. But loose enough not to hurt him. The whole time he just slurped down and under, along hist taint and sensitive tail hole.

Kyle jumped a bit at the touch and Burt realized, his mind waking up, why the man had been so sore. The pit bull grinned at his own achievement, working and easing Kyle's rear with his tongue. The pit bull's muzzle couldn't shut fully and a cascade of drool ended up sliding down all over Kyle's groin. Burt just used it to help as he finally let go, slurping along Kyle's inner thigh and underneath. Burt couldn't fit his whole head under Kyle as Kyle had the night before with the big dog. Instead the pit bull just stuck his snout below and closed his eyes, spending a good five minutes just cleaning his mate.

Burt moved up over time, over his stomach and sides. Underneath both armpits and down to each hand, slurping the whole thing into his muzzle before releasing them. With his task done Burt just laid down next to him, kissing the side of his cheek as he draped an arm and leg over him and cuddled back in.

“Do you expect… want me to do the same?" Kyle did ask as he turned back towards the man, still blushing. Burt had slurped over his cock but left it at that, as if this wasn't something sexual but something that was just done.

“Tomorrow." Burt grunted, yawning against before scooting an inch closer. Even in it's sheath, Burt slid his hot dog between Kyle's sticky buns. Kyle just closed his eyes, not about to admit he absolutely loved the feel of it and that hefty sack that fell over and engulfed his own.

It wasn't until noon, when the sun was high in the sky, that either of the two moved. Kyle groaned because of how sore he felt, in a good way. And Burt groaned that he had to get up.

“Mornin', sug." Burt gave a fat sloppy kiss to the side of the man's face.

Kyle pushed his snout away and laid back. “Now can I take a shower?" The canine cocked his head to one side as he asked, watching the man get up and walk towards the locker room styled shower. Burt followed behind, scratching himself a bit.

“Just need a quick rinse." Kyle yawned fiddling with the shower handles. He didn't mind being dirty just not all day long.

Burt nodded at that, understanding after a long mating session one needed a rinse. The dog rubbed himself free of his sheath.

Just as Kyle thought he figured it out he felt a spray from behind. A hot fluid that ran over his back, over his ass and soon enough his chest and face as the man turned around to see Burt “rinsing" him off. Kyle just closed his eyes as the dog relieved himself all over his man, ending up spraying his groin at the end.

“The fuck?" Kyle finally spat, tasting the fluid in his mouth even.

“You said ya' needed a rinse." Burt just replied with a shrug, still confused. “Wanted a shower."

Kyle frowned, his shoulders sagging as the soaking piss covered man stared at the dog. “Why would I ask for a golden shower?" Kyle tried to understand.

“Usually when someone becomes someone else bitch," Burt tried to explain as if telling Kyle about the birds and the bees for the very first time. “You got to mark 'em." The pit bull just laid out.

Kyle raised one finger before turning around and twisting the right knob all the way on, stepping aside.

The shower head sputtered to life before spraying Burt in ice cold water making the dog yelp loudly. The sobbing wet dog just looked at him like a drowned rat, staring as the water continued to fall.

“You do realize, this means war." Burt just replied. The naked dog took a step back, slowly dragging Kyle by his collar into the shower. With another step the man was in, the dog was grinning and the two both needed that cold shower to get the day started.

Kyle didn't ask for any shampoo or conditioner after seeing none. The dog didn't offer and that was another thing the man was going to miss as he tried his hair with one of Burt's old towels. It smelled like the dog's groin. Kyle didn't ask.

“Coffee, eggs, bacon, ham, sausage, hash browns, toast..." Burt counted as he got everything out for their lunch.

“Trying to feed a small army?" Kyle asked, watching the dog with some bemusement.

Burt was a kinky fucker, but he was also a friendly, happy, upbeat salt of the earth kind of guy. Burt had been kind enough to lend him not only the pajama bottoms he had been wearing the night before, but an old used jock strap to replace the briefs Kyle had “misplaced" the night before. They were a bit loose in the front and felt, funky… Burt assured him they were clean and the dog wagged his tail the whole time as he watched.

The jockstrap was still tight around the waist and made of a cloth mesh with two straps under and around. He almost put it on backwards, his mind in the gutter, as he thought the tail hole was for something else…

“Woof," Burt just growled seeing him sport them off for his own private show. The canine didn't want to have him feel left out and ended up wearing another pair himself, and nothing else. Kyle did admit he had the ass for it and didn't feel the need the jockstrap was primarily used to just cradle his sack as his sheath was fully exposed.

It was an interesting experience, being leashed to Burt. The dog didn't say anything now that they were up, instead he'd give a small tug here and there to tell Kyle without words that he needed to follow. And it took a good hour for the two to get their rhythm in check with each other as they ran around the kitchen to get everything set up.

Kyle asked if he could just take it off, as a joke. Burt did not like that. They didn't speak to each other for three minutes after that. Kyle had to give him a good reach around, claiming he was just adjusting the strap for him. The dog seemed to accept that as an apology. And it wasn't like Kyle had a real issue with it either way.

Burt was open, talking, boasting about himself some more within the next few seconds; talking about his first day on the job and the two pervs he ended up catching, pants down.

“The first guy was this scrawny little, twig of a man. Tall and… twiggy." Burt just laughed as he slopped some more butter into the pan. “Thing was? The dude was the top! Oh man, should've seen the look on his face." The pit bull just chuckled along, flipped the eggs with a spatula and sending bits here and there and could care less.

Kyle worked on the meat, making separate rows for each type on a large counter top stove Burt had pulled out from the top drawer.

“Working that meat good, hm?" Burt asked from behind, grinding against him a beat. “You always good with the meat, huh?" Kyle could tell he was just sticking around to watch the meat sizzle, drooling from behind.

Burt had both hands on Kyle's hips and was moving him clockwise with his movements. Kyle just frowned as the dog basically dry fucked him.

“I'm hungry." Kyle felt the need to point out so that their meal wouldn't be delayed or interrupted.

“Tha's fine." Burt grunted, rubbing over his shoulders now with those big hands of his. “I'll just lay everything out over me and you have at it." He growled playfully nudging Kyle's head with his muzzle. He ran a hand over the man's bare chest and down his stomach, thumbing his belly button while he slid the rest of his hand into the pajama bottoms.

Kyle rested back against him as Burt felt him up, running those coarse paw pads over every inch of him through that cloth jockstrap. Down between his leg to tug at the strap there, at the same time pushing harder from behind.

“Oh, sugar." Burt murred softly against him, nipping at one ear with his teeth after.

“The eggs are burning." Kyle finally pointed out, able to smell them before he saw the black smoke billowing up from the skillet.

Burt jumped, making Kyle jump and quickly ran over to dump the skillet into the sink and turn the water on.

“All we need is the meat and hash browns." The pit bull just shrugged. Kyle looked at the counter, where the frozen hash browns were still sitting.

“Whose job was it to start those?" Kyle just asked while the pit bull turned the water off.

“I didn't feel up too it?" Burt just offered with a shrug and a grin and distracted the man by pushing him against the counter and kissing him long and hard, while pushing the hash browns out of view with his foot.

“Ok, ok. Sheesh." Kyle tapped out and the pit bull finally eased up a bit, stubby tail wagging after. Kyle didn't point out that though the bread had been taken out no one had put it in the toaster, only to realize that was his job. He was just as distracted as Burt was it seemed.

The two broke a few more eggs, dumped hash browns all over the portable stove top after clearing off the meat and ended up just littering the whole thing with cheese. And then the two argued if it was better to put sour cream or ketchup on it.

“Clearly it's sour cream." Kyle just stated. “You drop a spoonful right on top! Then fold it over and cook the rest like that."

Burt just shook his head. “No, no, no! You cook everything until it's nice a crispy like. Then you smother it in ketchup!" And the two went on as they ended up just piling everything onto the same plate and went to the table.

They were leashed together and yet walked in perfect unison to each other steps, Burt having to slow down his and Kyle having to speed up his own. The two sat on the same side of the table, Burt ended up wrapping an arm around him and pulling him closer and the two enjoyed their brunch.

Kyle ended up feeding the pit bull most the meal as Burt clumsily tried to reciprocate. They made a mess by the end of it and though Burt didn't mind another shower, Kyle made sure to make it clear this time what he meant.

“Fine, but let's go outside." Burt just shrugged.

“Burt, I am not." Kyle only laughed in embarrassment at what he thought the pit bull was talking about. The pit bull just led the way and Kyle followed out the back door.

The whole back porch had been remodeled and was clearly an addon to the house. It stretched out farther than was needed. There were old classic vending machines on the back porch, tarnished from weather and rusted at the edges. It looked as if the dog worked out here, serving as a mock workshop, to restores them and other things Kyle didn't have the time to look at as he was tugged down the stairs.

“Here." Burt said taking off his own jock strap without a second thought.

In the back yard, across the lawn was a rather large pond. Kyle wasn't sure what he was getting at until he found himself being violated by the dog's hands; the canine just undressing him roughly. And then without a second thought Burt picked up his naked man and jumped into the water in a good old cannon ball style.

Water was tossed everywhere as Kyle broke free of the surface, gasping at the cold of it and already shivering.

“Son of a bitch!" Kyle cursed with a laugh, hugging himself as he tried to keep him up. The pond was far larger and deeper than the man had thought.

Burt just floated on his back next to him. “You're the one that wants to be clean."

“Oh, shut up." Kyle splashed. And, inevitably, this ended up with the pit bull returning the favor and a splash war soon started between the two.

Kyle had to admit the cold water did help his sore rear and aching body.

“Now this is water sports I can get into." Kyle splashed at him.

“When are you going to let that go?" Burt frowned, soaking wet.

“I just," Kyle laughed. “Can't think how you took that for that."

“Well I don't know how you take that to that!" Burt just countered. “You mate with someone then you mark 'em. I had that shower built like that, for that."

“Seriously?" Kyle ended up laughing again. “That's commitment."

“Well what did you do in the locker room?" Burt just growled back. Kyle flushed at a few lewd thoughts that came to mind.

“Here and there things, you know. Usual stuff." Kyle coughed uncomfortably, unable to answer truthfully.

Burt just cocked an eyebrow, giving him a look.

“Fine! I used too… sort of end up…" Kyle coughed, clearing his throat as he waded over to the side. There was conveniently a few towels out as if Burt had expected this to happen the whole time. Kyle wasn't sure if he brought them out with them or if he had left them here from another time. “I ended up wearing one of the dudes jock straps as he forced me into his sweaty football uniform and jerk me off."

Burt snorted a bit at the end. “Jerk you off?"

“Look! The dude just wanted to see someone else in his uniform, stank and all… and then jerk them off." Kyle grumbled, embarrassed about it. If he told him or anyone half the stories he had, he'd be too ashamed to go outside. “And we did that… well all year long. His whole uniform at one time or another had been… put… on my face..." Kyle trailed off seeing Burt stare at him. “What?" He asked.

Burt just raised his hands up. “I said nothin'."

“What's yours? Or one of yours." Kyle asked as the two laid two towels out to lay on, Burt putting his directly next to Kyle so they could lay together. It was a nice day out, having been so cold the night before Kyle hadn't been expecting it. Neither of them had. Burt just went with the flow, living in the moment.

Burt thought that over, just staring up and watching the clouds go by. “There was this one rat I recall. The guy was way into being stepped on."

“Stepped on?" Kyle had to ask.

“Stepped on." Burt nodded. “And I mean full foot type of stuff. Way into them. Too much into them. Was afraid he was going to chop them off and put them in a jar." And the pit bull chuckled.

“Creepy." Kyle nodded before telling him another one of his own. Half way in Burt just laughed, turning onto his side to look at him as he continued.

The two spent more than an hour out there, by the pond in the sun light as naked as the day they were born. Talking about the smuttiest things they had done to just random times and places.

“In a bar bathroom." Kyle began.

Burt rolled his eyes, waving it off. “That doesn't count. Every'ne got that!" The pit bull lifted up his head on an elbow and just smiled at the man next to him. “Back of a bus." Burt just smirked.

“Ew, you're kidding me! How unsanitary is that!" Kyle laughed, pushing at his muscular chest. Burt returned the favor with his stomach, scooting a bit closer.

“Says the man that had done it in a bathroom." Burt countered, sticking his tongue out.

“Touche." Kyle conceded and the two chuckled, ending up somehow in the others arms and just laying there for a good thirty minutes before either decided it was time to go in.

“You're all cavalier about it, sure." Kyle said talking about being nude which Burt had brought up. “But you don't live in the city anymore. You a nudist there? They toss you in jail." Kyle chuckled. “Or get labeled a super freak."

“I love that song." Burt smiled and of course the two ended up singing the lyric. Not even the whole sentence just the words of Super freak. “I guess that's true." Burt agreed, the two heading inside. Burt was said to see that sweet ass slip back into the jockstrap and pajama bottoms. “I mean you can be fun," he used the word with an obvious hidden meaning. “But if anyone finds out you're instantly labeled kinky or freaky.

“There's more to life than just kinks!" Burt said getting into the conversation far more than he had before as if putting his own personal two cents into it. “I should be able to tie up, bound and gag my mate, spank his ass in my own home without just being labeled some dominatrix."

Kyle was the one to snort at the end of that. “Sure, you. A dominatrix." Burt gave him a grin and a wink.

“I'd get you to call me daddy." Burt just winked.

“Better than mommy." Kyle easily countered, batting it back to him and the canine was the one to fumble. He burst out laughing and sat on the couch.

Kyle joined in, taking a seat and soon found himself in the canine's arms once more.

Burt laid onto his back, pulling the smaller man on top and just looked into his eyes. Kyle was about to make a quip. Burt cut him off. “So you said you wanted to jump my bones since you saw me, huh?"

Kyle laughed, having been caught. He had been hoping the canine hadn't remembered.

“Well, here you are..." Kyle sat next to the pit bull. “I mean look at you!" Burt grinned at that, loving it when he was talked about in such a way by someone he cared for. “And you were in your police uniform..." Kyle trailed off, recalling.

“I am an officer of the law." Burt sat up a bit after hearing that. He leaned in close from behind. “You have the right to remain silent, but it might favor you if ya' called my name out." The pit bull rubbed a hand down his side to grip his hips. Kyle sat upright and shivered, goosebumps forming on his arms. “Take the position. I'm going to have to prob you to make sure you aren't concealing an… armed weapon." The dog said lewdly, breathing hotly now in his ear and whispering in a sultry, husky voice now. “Looks like you do, going to have to cuff you and throw you in the dog pin."

Kyle shivered once more, giggling now as he felt himself grow rather hard at the dog's teasing. He looked over at Burt and for a second thought the dog hadn't been kidding. Then the pit bull licked his face.

“Hah, I so had you going." The dog snickered, teasing him as he pulled him back. Kyle was just thankful the dog was soaking wet anymore, though he did have a bit of a wet dog smell to him. Drying outside helped a lot and they finished up with scrubbing each other down with the towels.

“Totally." Kyle admitted not ashamed to say when the dog was right. “Man, I can't believe it." He shook his head.

“Wha? I'm a smooth talker." Burt said figuring he meant about the fact he got him.

“I can't believe I'm still here." Kyle chuckled, shaking his head. Burt looked confused, so Kyle put a hand on his to make sure he didn't mean offense. “I don't normally… hook up, an then stick around enough for, well breakfast." He laughed, feeling a bit down now. When was the last time he actually had a date? Something that lasted more than a weekend.

Burt nodded, resting back. Kyle pet over the pit bull's chest as he reminisced himself. “Last guy I was with was my ol' roomie. Dude was a flake. Annoying and loud. Nothing was good enough but… I stuck it out for way too long. Just didn' wan' to see dah spot next to me empty."

Kyle nodded at that. “I guess the strings of guys under my belt is much the same way really..."

Burt lifted up an ear. “Should I be worried?" He teased.

“I get tested every month," Kyle pushed him. “And am always safe. Never had nothin'."

“Good." Burt said laying on his back now and petting his chest. Kyle moved onto it only to be roughly turned around. “Fuck these." Burt just said with a frown, pulling the pajama bottoms off, yet left the jock strap on. Kyle was soon face first against the pit bull's own jockstrap he had put on after coming back inside.

Kyle was thinking, ok another fun time sure, but Burt turned a bit and turned the tv on. He rubbed his fat sheath against his face, asked him to play with his balls but not much more than that. It was a sixty nine with far less saliva. Just grinding against each others groins, face first. More like dry humping as both still had their jockstraps on; it didn't stop Burt's sheath, that couldn't fit inside. It was plump, fatty and swayed with his movement.

It ended up just resting on Kyle's cheek as he faced the tv. Burt had turned him around so his ass was pressed against the pit bull's chest and his legs tossed over his neck so his head and muzzle could rest on his inner thigh, licking and nuzzling every now and then at the jockstrap. Kyle could see with that heavy sheath resting mostly on his face but he could defiantly feel Burt nosing between his legs, giving him a lick every now and then.

And like that the two just ended up watching another episode of Master Cocks, as Burt crudely called it. “I hate that cat." Burt just said, talking about the judge once more.

The pit bull had his head between his legs and he was talking about the judge he didn't like. Kyle just went along with it, enjoying himself and the warm muskiness the pit bull provided. Burt gave more than just company and it was an overflowing amount of physical affection.

When Burt got a cramp in his leg the two sat up, resting on the other side of the couch from each other. The pit bull then proceeded into pushing both his massive paws against the man. Playfully at first. Giving him a nudge here, a push there. Then just began rubbing them all over the man, pressing one into his face and over his groin. The pit bull acted like he didn't even know he was doing it, just watching the show as he molested the man with his paws alone.

“I've gotten rather good at it." Burt finally admitted, grinning at the man still underneath one foot.

For his own sake, Kyle moved over between Burt's legs, resting his head on his belly and laying down. Burt curled a leg around him, hugging him against his big belly and just continued to watch the show, ending up pulling one of the many blankets over them.

Kyle didn't mind resting against the big blubber gut but that fat sheath kept getting in the way, making it hard to position himself without it grinding into his back or ear, or face. At one time he had his head under the belly, nose against the opening of that sheath and Burt was pushing him further against it.

Burt ended up bending down to slurp his tongue right into it, not even looking at Kyle. He pulled back and sat down, gulping loudly and his stomach rumbled.

“Show off." Kyle just rolled his eyes.

“You didn't complain last night." Burt just said scratching his gut. Kyle had to admit he had him there. “And if you're uncomfortable." The pit bull grunted, shifting a bit. “Could always just lay like ya' were last night." Burt shifted against at that, lifting up his hips a bit and giving him a massive grin, looking down over his belly at the man.

Kyle rolled his eyes, blew out out the side of his mouth and the laid down between Burt's legs. Kyle could feel Burt's stubby tail wagging as the canine laid one heavy leg over him, twisting a bit so he was facing the tv and then with a single hand lifted up his jock strap and rested it on the man's face. Kyle could feel the raw heat coming from the canine's body around him as he closed his eyes and pushed nose against Burt's inner thigh.

The canine adjust himself, having to shift a bit more to make he was comfortable. He soon asked, and checked to see if Kyle was too. But the man was fast asleep and Burt just smiled, rested back and joined him a nap.

Just like the previous night the two squirmed around, each trying to find the right spot. At one time Burt had his Muzzle pressed against Kyle's tail hole. Another time the man found himself face first in Burt's armpit as the dog snuggled him like as if he were a giant teddy bear. And the list went on until Kyle ended up on his back, facing the other way, on Burt's chest with his legs on either side of the canine.

Burt awoke a good two hours later, lifting his snout up just in time for Kyle to scoot a bit closer to him, grinding the jockstrap he wore right into the pit bull's face. Burt just smiled at that before grabbing on the man's legs and pulling him closer, up and onto his snout waking Kyle up; and proceeded with the morning cleaning along his tail hole.

“My butt hasn't gotten this much attention since my front lineman days." Kyle mumbled, rubbing an eye as he sat on Burt's face. So the canine bit his ass making the man jump a bit. “Hey!"

“Was just making sure if it was still sore." Burt chuckled, pulling Kyle back and then sitting up himself. The man was in his lap, legs on either side of him as he held him close in his burly arms. The canine let out a breath and moved in for a kiss. “Just wanted to see how you were feelin'." The pit bull murmurred in his ear after, nuzzling the side of his face.

Kyle did flush at the intimacy he showed him. “I-it's a bit sore, sure. I mean. Can you blame me?" He chuckled a bit only for the pit bull to pull back and look at him. “That obvious?" Kyle asked as he shifted his position a bit on Burt's lap so the canine's hefty bulge wasn't pressing against his sensitive rear.

“Of course I did." Burt chuckled himself, petting the side of his face with the back of one hand. “I noticed since this morning." And Kyle blushed at that, trying to hide the fact his rear was feeling the aftermath of last night. “A bit surprised ya was able to take me." The pit bull teased him now, tickling his sides and nose at his face.

“I ain't no virgin Mary, that's for sure." Kyle giggled, pushing at the pit bull hands.

Burt grabbed them and brought them up to give each one of his knuckles a kiss. “I promise to go easier in the future." The pit bull just nodded solemnly.

“As I said," Kyle was the one to smirk now. “I ain't no virgin Mary!" And he laughed, rubbing his rear a bit. “Just need some time to… heal." Kyle gave him a shove. “Way to go stud. First guy to get me off that hard in ages."

Burt just chuckled at that, grinning widely at the compliment he oh so loved to hear. “Tonight we'll do something else instead." Burt said and Kyle instantly caught onto what he was talking about.

“Oh? And what, pray tell, would that be oh handsome sexy mutt face." Kyle teased at the end getting a slurping lick from the dog, making the man gag.

“Well I got a few things upstairs, for starts." Burt offered with a one shoulder shrug, offhandedly. “But I didn't wanna rush ya!" The pit bull quickly said. “I mean sure, we big guys got a bad rep to us!" And the pit bull shuddered. “If you call me daddy, once, I'm tossing you in the kennel." Kyle knew he was kidding either.

The man shook his head though. “Oh, fuck no. Never got into that." The man said glad he could lay down some ground rules in advance this time. “Don't call me bitch either." He warned now.

“Not even teasingly?" Burt asked, clearly liked the name for him.

“Or whore or slut." Kyle counted on his fingers. “Not about to take that shit for a lay..." He did trail off after that, hoping Burt wouldn't take offense.

The pit bull nodded, folding his arms over his massive chest now and resting them on his beer belly. “We should also establish a safety word." Burt was on game with this whole idea, glad there was some line he knew not to cross.

“Safety word?" Kyle asked suspiciously.

“Well, it's not what cha' hear on the news or read online, pup." Burt said wisely as if he were a master philosopher on the subject. “There are rules to this whole rough an' play stuff."

“BDSM." Kyle just nodded, clearly on the same page.

“First of all, the first rule is-," Burt began but Kyle couldn't help himself.

“You do not talk about BDSM." Kyle jumped in.

Burt frowned, gave him a noogie for that before go on, keeping the man in a firm but safe headlock. “The first rule is, trust." The pit bull just went on. “You don't want to do this shit with just no fur, no body!" And Burt shook his head, hugging the man's to his belly now a bit. “Safe word and lines, limitations need to be known before hand so both parties experience maximum pleasure without going too far into the danger zone."

“I love that song." Kyle said and the pit bull let go so both of them could sing those two words and play air guitars. “What next, big guy." Kyle asked now resting back against him and pushing his feet against the couch in order to apply more pressure to the pit bull. Burt barely budged an inch however.

“Next?" Burt just wrapped an arm around him, kissing the top of his forehead before looking down into his face. “Do you trust me?"

“If I say yes, is my organs going to end up in glass jars in the basement."

“Nah," Burt smirked. “I rather you just put the lotion on the skin." And the dog nosed down at him to make sure it was clear he was joking.

“Sure, ok. What if I do trust you?" Kyle asked.

“You'd follow me, if you did." Burt just shrugged, getting up slowly. The pit bull stood up, his test not exactly prudent with the fact the two were still bound together by the leash. Kyle got up anyways and followed Burt to the next room and then to the stairs.

“Keep in mind, the internet has really given us a bad name." Burt gave a warning, seeming nervous now himself. “I began collecting stuff since I got my own place," the canine told him as he slowly walked up the stairs with Kyle trailing behind. “One little thing here. Another there. And before I knew it," Burt flipped the lights on at the top and stood there. “I had a whole room.

And Kyle's jaw nearly dropped, finally understanding why Burt slept on the couch.

Whips, chains, leashes, muzzles, collars, leather swings and more had all been stored and set up on the second floor. Harnesses hung from hooks in the wall, there was a massive closet on the other side with a good dozen costumes of all sorts within. There was a bed nearby with black velvet sheets and pillow cases. There was an assortment of toys nearby, lining the side table and out on display proudly in a rainbow of colors.

“I'm showing you this," Burt coughed, clearing his throat as he looked everywhere but at the man. “Because I… trust you." Burt said, flushing a bit under his fur and feeling hotter than he had been.

“This is… quiet the set up." Kyle nodded, finally looking back at him. “You planning on starting your own personal sex shop?"

“Nah," Burt waved it off, turning towards him and reaching down to hold his thighs. “Because everything's free, for you." And the pit bull bent down to kiss the man once more, long and succulent enough to make Kyle's mouth drool after. He wiped his chin off, figuring it was from the pit bull.

“So… give me the tour of your sex palace!" Kyle chuckled, still a bit embarrassed by all of this which was saying something for the man. He had gone to gay pride parades butt naked without a single fuss or word. And now he was lost for words with this man, this canine he met just the other day.

“So these… looked interesting." Burt said just glad he could quickly do it and get it over with, feeling like he was desperately trying to sell him a sales pitch as if he Burt was hoping he'd buy and the pit bull would get to fuck him on each and every one of these.

The pit bull never really thought too much about it. He bought these things more on a whim, or while drunk. Things he wanted but never truly had the balls to just go out and buy for himself. And something he had never truly shared with anyone, except one of the other officers in his unit. Unfortunately the cougar was as straight as they came.

“Swings. Muzzle trap," Burt showed off a leather strap that he showed off putting it around his own muzzle without tying it. Kyle didn't need to ask with the large opening in the front was for. The fact a dog could knot you told him enough. “We got strap ons, plural, over here." Burt felt he was more like a tour guide at a museum showing off all the kinky stuff people wish they could do but never truly did. He actually had an outfit for the very thing.

“My ever growing collection." Burt coughed a bit, looking away as Kyle bent down to check out the rainbow gay pride parade of dildos. Interestingly, Kyle could see that most of them were that of other species that weren't human or canine. Burt used his foot to pull out the bottom drawer. “Butt plugs here and vibs above that."

And to the other side they went, going past a contraption Kyle was sure had been used during the crusades to torture poor none believers into submission. Kyle wasn't even sure which end you were suppose to get into… first.

“And..." Burt said opening up the closet and showing off a dozen costumes. Some were even suits, and once more Kyle could see that not all of them were canine. There was even a cat one, still in the plastic wrapping it came in, in the far corner. “Be ashamed, I know. I know." Burt just said holding the wall for support.

“I've seen worse." Kyle just shrugged, not admitting that he'd also done worse before. But that was back in college and he could hardly recall half of those days. “These are actually really nice quality." Kyle just pointed out, feeling the fabric on one of the suits.

“Well some people collect bobble heads. Some people collect snow globes. I collect… this." Burt just said moving over towards him and standing a bit taller than he normally did. “I'm not offering or forcing any of this on you." Burt quickly spat out, bending down a bit to get on the same level as the man. “I just sort of thought it was you know… fun. To think about." Burt grumbled, looking away as his ears splayed out and he twiddled his thumbs.

“As I said," Kyle just touched his arm and the pit bull began to relax. “I've seen worse." He looked around the room before pointing at the thing that bugged him the most. “Is that an actual Iron Maiden?"

“What?" Burt asked looking over before chuckling and shaking his head. “Oh no, that's a prop for Halloween." And he just waved it off without much more thought.

“How many of these do you like to use for… holidays?" Kyle snorted, shaking his head.

“Well Valentine's day is coming up." Burt just shrugged a shoulder, looking at him with a smile. That made Kyle stop.

“Burt," Kyle began but the pit bull was already moving back over towards the bed. He gave a soft tug and Kyle just followed dropping the issue for now.

The pit bull slapped the spot next to him and Kyle took a seat. The man did admit the sheets felt nice, smooth and thick. The blanket was made up of multiple parts to it and was heavy, even sitting on it Kyle could tell that much. The bedding might've been one of the most expensive things here as Burt scooted back, coaxing Kyle to join him and then snuggled up.

“Why didn't we just use this before?" Kyle asked, as he touched the larger man's furry chest. Scratching over it and down on of his sides.

“Well," Burt smiled softly scooting a bit closer and pulled Kyle's hips next to his own before continuing. “First, I'd have to clean all this up." Burt waved his hand around them. “And also… this isn't a place I bring just anyone too." And Burt picked up the blanket to sniff at it a bit. “This is my place. I come here to think and be alone with my thoughts from it all..."

Kyle didn't say anything. Instead he just rested his head against the pit bull's chest and hugged him tightly. Burt ran one hand down his back, cupping his rear and pulling him up and on top of him as he had much the night before. Burt laid back, staring up at the ceiling as he traced a finger randomly around Kyle's bare back.

“I work twelve hour plus days." Burt began slowly, in a heavy tone. “They are long, exhausting days. It would be really nice to come home too someone after those days." The pit bull gripped him a bit tighter, letting out a breath before relaxing once more.

“Burt," Kyle began but the pit bull just shook his head.

“I know, I do. I just figure it didn't hurt to ask… just think about it for me, won't you?" Burt looked at him and Kyle just nodded back, resting on his chest as the pit bull closed his eyes once more. Neither were tired, they just lay there and enjoyed the others company far more than either would willingly admit.

Kyle rubbed over his muscular chest, ending up teasing one of Burt's nipples. The canine grunted a bit, running a finger down the man's spine until he was able to grope Kyle's ass. Massaging and rubbing over it as the pit bull just closed his eyes once more and relaxed back.

“Play with my ears." Burt said without any more context to it. Kyle scooted up a bit, just glad he could do something instead of sit around and think about what Burt had asked.

Kyle reached up to take hold of one of the pit bull's floppy gray ears and rubbed his thumb and finger over it. Burt stretched at that, holding the man on top of him still before fully just relaxing back, murring softly as the man played with his ears.

The man moved up a bit to blow lightly on one of them making Burt squirm, hug him and roll over with him.

“I just wanna tie you up and make you feel so good." Burt growled against him, licking over his neck and chewing at his chest.

“Ok." Kyle just answered as if Burt had truly asked a question.

Burt moved back, looking at him before grinning and, before Kyle could say another word, slapped a pair of cuffs on one his hands and locked him to the top of the bed. Pink fuzzy cuffs that didn't hurt at all to wear. His other wrist soon followed.

“Were you just waiting for that?" Kyle asked before looking at the pit bull, only wearing a jock strap. “The hell did you get those from?" The man asked, just laying as Burt got up a bit.

“Trade secret." Burt winked, getting off the bed and bent down to look around in one of the drawers. “There you are, you son of a..." Burt growled as he pulled out a rather large, bright red butt plug from the drawer and moved over to Kyle.

“Look, Burt… my rear is still a bit sore." Kyle frowned a bit. Burt just shook his head though.

“No, this is for me." The pit bull grinned widely. “Mind helping me put it in?" The canine growled low as he crawled back up on the bed, thumbing his jock strap open and pulling it off. Burt tossed the cloth strap to the side.

“What do you need me to do, exactly?" Kyle lifted an eyebrow, a smile on his face.

“Just help loosen me up a bit." Burt asked but didn't move, watching the man. He bent down to pet over his face. “If you ever feel uncomfortable, about any of this. Just tell me. Please." Burt gave him a kiss. “It's only fun if your enjoying yourself too."

Kyle just smiled at that. “Sure." He just answered as the pit bull scooted a bit closer.

Burt's hefty, free hanging sack slid up and over the man's face and then Burt returned the favor from earlier and sat on his face, just a bit, and pressed his tail hole down against the man's mouth.

Kyle blushed, both from the view and the heat pouring off the pit bull's tight rear. He nosed up at his taint, before opening his mouth just enough to slide his tongue out and over the pit bull's slick flesh. Burt shivered, groaning a bit and lowered himself just a bit.

“Oh, babe. That felt wonderful. You're doing perfect. Don't stop." Burt just said after Kyle licked once more, then once more. “You're so good at this." Burt encourage, not moving as he crouched down.

Kyle was breathing heavily as he licked once more, teasing at Burt tail hole. The pit bull tightened up instantly and flexed his tight ass, his thick thighs and growled in approval at the feel.

It didn't last long enough for Burt as the pit bull decided that was as good as he'd get before moving down to place the end of the butt plug right into Kyle's mouth. The man got the picture but Burt made sure to ask, to clarify and make sure he was ok with this before moving back into position.

The pit bull lowered his hips down slowly onto that tapered tip of the bright red, silicone butt plug. It was shaped like a knot with a small tip and narrow neck for his muscles to clench around it. Kyle was able to hold onto the other side as Burt rotated his hips slowly, clockwise onto it. The whole time the canine was letting out soft moans and deep growls at the sensation of his tight rear being stuffed.

“I never do this," Burt huffed. “I can't alone." The pit bull swallowed. “Don't stop." He begged as he arced his neck back, panting heavily as another inch of it slid into him. Kyle didn't have to do much else as Burt worked himself onto it, all the way until Kyle's lips were pressed against his rear once more. The canine huffed, panting and sat like that for longer than he needed.

“There's a button on the side," Burt huffed. Kyle had to use one of his teeth to pull on it and turn it on. The butt plug began to vibrate and, not too surprisingly, the second it was turned on the pit bull tip spurted into Kyle's hair.

Burt moved back, crawling down Kyle before getting on all fours over him. Then he flopped down, kissing, rubbing and petting over the hand cuffed man all over.

Burt moved back, Kyle opened his mouth and then the canine grabbed the jock strap he had been wearing. And carefully, he strapped it onto Kyle's head and put it over his nose. Burt murred at the look. “Sexy pup." Burt grinned, rubbing his whole hand on the sweaty, used jock strap and pressing it against his face. “In the future, don't tell anyone about that dumb jock story. Tell them about me, putting my jock strap on you."

“Were you jealous?" Kyle teased a bit, wiggling his nose and trying not to breathe through it. Burt's rich, natural muskiness was all over it. His sweaty sack giving it plenty to smell from the days events.

“Not anymore." Burt just grinned down at him, unclasping his side of the collar and letting it rest over the man. The canine got up an off the bed, strutting over to the closet slowly, knowing full well Kyle was watching his ass. The pit bull only gave a flex once he reached the closet, showing off for the man cuffed to his bed. Burt even kissed one of his muscles before opening the doors and pulled out a few key articles.

A leather police uniform that almost didn't fit the canine huge body. There were a few pieces missing however. The canine had put fingerless gloves on, a pair of tight shorts without a front or back and his jacket was left open; his beer belly hanging out.

“So here's the deal." Burt began, strutting back over slowly, twirling a night stick he had brought along with him. “You're going to remain cuffed. All night if need be. Unless you do me one thing." And pit bull stepped up onto the bed, crouching down a bit before grabbing a bar that had been installed directly over the head board as if that's what it was there for. “You get me off. Nice and hard. No half assed release." Burt growled, but Kyle could see his stubby tail wagging a mile a minute as he spoke.

“What am I charged with, officer?" Kyle ended up saying around the canines jockstrap. He could taste the dog's sweat on it.

“Harassing a cop," And Burt gave a strong pelvic thrust, his semi hard cock leaking profusely. “Without finishing the job." The pit bull winked at him.

“With my arms tied up?" Kyle asked.

“With your arms tied up." Burt nodded, watching him to see what he'd do. The pit bull didn't really have much of a clue where exactly he was going with this, just following the first train of thought that came to mind. Not like he did this often.

“How am I suppose to get such a big, hard, stud of a man off without even my hands?" Kyle breathed heavily, using a far more playful voice. “Such a big man like yourself must have to have the whole force help him out."

Burt did love being complimented and the fact Kyle had his jock strap over his face only made every single word he say all the hotter.

“Good start." Burt said, out of character before putting on a pair of dark shades; once more Kyle had no clue where he had gotten them from. “Won't be able to talk your way out of this one, Hammerfist."

Kyle stopped at the nickname and thought about that before shaking it off. “It's true, though officer… Dogcock." And the man winced a bit, never having been that good at the whole roleplaying bit. Burt didn't seem to mind.

“That's Sir Dogcock to you, criminal." Burt was flexing now, showing off once more.

“But sir," Kyle rubbed one of his free legs up over the officers thigh and inwards towards his groin, just a hairsbreadth in. Kyle could feel the canine's musky heat against the sole of his foot. Burt stood a bit straighter at that as Kyle looked directly at him. “I thought you needed evidence."

“Here's my evidence." And Burt placed his massive paw over the man's groin and stepped down lightly, applying just enough pressure to get a reaction out of the man. Not the reaction he had thought though.

Kyle moved his other leg up, using his foot to rub over Burt's fat, half filled sheath. The very touch of his foot was enough for nearly the rest of the canine to spill free of it. Kyle moved his other foot down, between the pit bull's legs to rub his big toe over his taint and tease his tail hole; pushing at the butt plug.

Burt gritted his teeth, holding back a pleasurable whine. The dark gray, white chested pit bull had bought most of these things in times of lonely lust. Never had he dreamt of using them, let alone with another. And never had he enjoyed himself so much doing so.

From there it the two started off as a competition with the other, seeing which could get the upper foot. Instead, with a heavy stroke with both feet, Burt began to slow down. Instead of teasing and toying with Kyle's veiny dick, the pit bull decided it was best to let the man do his work. It must've been awkward, uncomfortable “but that's where a criminal belongs. Under foot." The dog growled more to himself than to the man.

Kyle only smirked, still smelling the dog's powerful musk on the jock strap strapped around his head as he worked. He had done some crazy stuff in his days. This was still a challenging one. Using only his feet to work the pit bulls length, using his big toe to run underneath it to that tapered tip. Using his toes to curl around it and give it a jerk, stroking down all the way to his dangling sack.

It was hard work and it only made Kyle breathe heavier, inhaling more of that musky scent of the pit bull from the jock strap he had been wearing all day. It made him light headed, dizzy and his own length was painfully hard. Burt slid it between two of his toes, giving it a squeeze.

“Not yet, perp." Burt growled down at him. “I'll release you when I want." Burt played the bad cop surprisingly well as Kyle knew it would only take a begging please to get the pit bull down on all fours to finish the job.

Kyle played along, groaning in protest and pulling at the cuffs.

It might've been his struggle, his groans, the way he worked his magic… Burt just added all the above up as he squeezed both of Kyle's feet around his length, rubbing and grinding and humping and pumping himself between them.

And this time Burt shouted something Kyle only heard while it happened.

“Shower time!"

The pit bull length jumped up, painfully so. It made the canine howl as he released himself not into the man but all over him. Streaming ribbons of pit bull jizz rained down all around and over the man cuffed to the bed. His face, his chest, his stomach and arms. It dripped down into his arm pits and between his legs. It covered his whole upper body as Burt let himself go, free reign, and coated everything in his ecstasy.

Kyle licked his lips, unable to wipe his eyes clean and lay there, motionless after. He could feel the pit bull shifting his weight on the bed, hoping Burt was going to let him go. Instead the pit bull only moved one foot back to where it had been, pushing down on the man's groin. He applied some pressure before using those rough paw pads to knead and lube up Kyle's length with the pit bulls own release.

Kyle couldn't tell as Burt rubbed his foot on the sheets and bed, getting it covered in his own release before going back to finish the job. Kyle needed to mix his pleasure with his own if Burt was even going to have the notion of letting the man go.

It made a slurping splop of a sound as Burt worked his length. Rubbing and stroking it with his foot, using his toes to grip and pull at it.

The heavy musk in the air, the warm jizz all over him and the fact Burt was really trying made it enough for Kyle to contribute to the pit bull's release. The man just groaned softly after, glad it was over as he rested back.

Now, surely, Burt was going to unlock him and let him go.

Instead the pit bull took a seat on the bed and began licking the man's chest clean. Slurping and swallowing down his own release coating the man, Kyle's own flavor adding to it as the pit bull just helped himself. From his stomach to armpit and finally over his face, Kyle was thankful he didn't exactly need a shower anymore. He still wanted one.

Burt took a seat, lifted up his foot and shoved it into the man's face. It was the one he had used to get Kyle off and the man got the picture. Kyle was forced to lick it clean before Burt finally let him go.

The two cleaned up a bit, gathered the sheets and brought them to the washer. It had been a while since Kyle actually stuck around long enough to clean up. What happened the other night didn't count, seeing as how they still hadn't cleaned that mess up. Most of which had been emptied into the man. His rear still felt sore.

“Good, good." Burt nodded as he sat down at the table. The dark gray, white chested pit bull had a pen and paper out and was making check marks. Burt was naked, save for the collar he had on. Kyle was once more leashed to the pit bull. The man was just thankful he could take Burt's jock strap off… to end up wearing it how a jock strap should be worn. It was strangely warm in all the right places and made the man have to adjust himself every couple of steps.

“What are you doing?" Kyle finally asked, resting an arm on the table and looking at the pit bull.

“Making a bucket list." Burt just said.

“A bucket list, huh?" Kyle just asked.

“Yup." And Burt turned the paper over to show him. There was a check mark next to a few of them already. “All the things I'm going to do to you before you leave." The pit bull just grinned widely.

Kyle read over the list, and even to the experienced player, the man ended up flushing as he read a few of them.

“You can't be serious." Kyle only replied as Burt went back to working on the list, adding more. It was in permanent marker and each one had a small box next to it to be checked off when done. Some of them had stars next to it however.

“Deadly." Burt said looking at him as if the pit bull were about to murder and wear his skin. Then Burt laughed, big belly shaking. “Kidding. Just you can't leave until we do them." Kyle frowned at that. “Half of them?" Burt compromised. “Ok, all of them. You're right. I was being silly." The dog just went on as Kyle looked.

The man sighed, shook his head and took the list away. “Ok, where do we start?"

And Burt was just giddy as he got up for round two. Kyle could tell, from the vibrating, Burt still had the butt plug in.