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Lukas leaned on the wooden railing of his parent's back porch. There was a calming breeze washing over him and the sun warmed him in the spring weather.

His parents had just moved to this neighborhood and Lukas was in town for the week to help paint, clean, and rearrange furniture. Right now his parents were out at the hardware store, miles from here, and likely wouldn't be back for a few hours.

The house didn't have internet yet, and he'd lost interest in his phone early on the first day he'd been in town. This was day four. So, instead of tirelessly checking his phone, he'd taken to standing on the back porch, looking out across the backyard. There were a few trees near the back, but for the most part, it was just a beautiful, flat, green lawn; his parents planned on doing some gardening after getting settled in.

There were no houses behind this row. After the fence, the land gave way to open fields and then a forest a few hundred yards further. His parent's house was also the last on the street, so with only one neighboring house, it was quiet, and very peaceful.

The otter walked along the porch, trailing his paw over the smooth wood. He tore his gaze away from the fields and trees as he heard a porch door open. The neighbor had let both dogs outside. Two large, playful German shepherds. He'd never seen the neighbor, but those beautiful shepherds would run wild through the yard for several hours, playing with each other and relaxing on the shaded concrete landing.

They were remarkably well-behaved, from what Lukas could discern. As often as the otter had seen the dogs, and the dogs had seen him, they had never barked at him. He'd been tempted to go over and say hi to the dogs, but just never got around to it.

His mind started to wander and daydream as he watched the feral dogs bowl each other over, playfully biting at each other and growling. The otter watched for several minutes, grinning to himself as he'd catch sight of a hefty set of balls, or a thick sheath. Both the dogs were very noticeably male.

Their play was completely innocent, though that didn't stop a momentary hint of pink to poke through. Lukas loved watching the dogs and his mind filled with the fantasies and possibilities of finding himself among those majestic dogs, as bare as they were. Sure, he'd had canine friends (especially shepherds) that he'd fooled around with on more than a few occasions, but they'd never been the four-legged kind.

Before he knew it, he found himself grinding his hips forward against one of the railing's posts. He was hard as a rock and practically drooling pre out against his tight, green-stripped undies. The otter hadn't gotten off once while staying in his parent's new house, and before his trip, he'd been busy with finals. It had been nearly eight days since he'd last gotten off!

Lukas let out a low whine as he ground himself against the post, his rudder-like tail flicking side to side. How could he have let himself get so pent up? A few minutes of fantasizing about those dogs and he was leaking like a broken pipe. His underwear was becoming soaked and when he glanced down at his white gym-shorts, he could see a damp spot starting to form.

The otter glanced around, as if someone could magically be watching, but he was alone. Only one adjacent neighbor, and the neighbor on the far side couldn't see into their yard with how the road curved. With a sly grin, he hooked both fingers on the elastic of his shorts and underwear, and pulled them down beneath his balls.

He was immediately hit with the tangy, sweet scent of his own pre. A tan paw gripped his cock, already wet, and tugged backward, sliding his foreskin back and oozing another healthy drop of pre onto his fingers. The otter brought that paw up to his muzzle and inhaled deeply, tongue swiping up the slick mess. The smell and taste, while not as strong as others, was pleasant, and caused his cock to throb openly in the cool breeze.

He wished he was at home, nose buried in against his daddy-shep's crotch, the heavy musk all but choking him as pre dripped onto his face. Lukas whined loudly and gave his aching member another squeeze, an audible splat heard as pre fell onto the wooden porch.

The otter was so involved in his daydreaming that he hadn't realized he was squeezing his eyes shut. The daylight stung when he opened them and something odd caught his attention from the corner of his eyes.

Turning his head, there, against the fence and looking quite curious, were both the dogs. They had their noses pressed through the chain-link and ears were perked up alertly. Lukas' face flushed in embarrassment and he stared back at the dogs for a few seconds, wondering why they'd been watching him.

The realization was quick, and he chided himself for his first assumption. They weren't watching him, they could smell him. He blushed and looked around the empty yard guiltily, still holding his dripping shaft. His heart raced as he thought about what he was going to do.

He tugged his shorts back up and tucked his cock back into his underwear, which was now cool and wet. the otter stepped down off the porch and walked through the soft grass toward the fence. The shepherds watched him excitedly, sniffing at the air and licking their lips.

As horny as the otter was, he was smarter than just shoving his dick through the fence and hoping he'd still have one to pull back. The dogs were pushing their noses through the fence more insistently now, and their tails wagged happily when the otter kneeled in front of them. "Hey boys," he whispered softly, holding the back of his paw up to the chain-link fence. The dogs lapped at his fingers, still snuffling excitedly at meeting the otter up close, and the exciting scent he brought with him.

Lukas let the dogs lap at his fingers, catching the tags on their collars; Dusty and Windy. They looked to be only a few years old, and the otter admired their gorgeous coats and eyes, finally sticking his fingers through to rub their snouts.

With another pointless glance around to make sure no one was watching, he slipped his paw into his underwear, teasing his fingers into his foreskin to get them soaked in pre. He bit his bottom lip and pulled wet fingers out, seeing a few strands clinging to his short fur. This got the dog's attention. They followed his paw as it moved, both trying to get closer to the source of the smell. Tongues quickly cleaned off both fingers when they pushed through the fence, making the otter shudder in wonder.

He wasn't really going to do this, was he? Sure, there wasn't anyone around, but it was still pretty open, and if the neighbor decided to look out of one of several windows, he'd be seen! But all the blinds were closed.

Before he overthought things too much, he stood up, leaned against the fence, and tried to remind himself to keep breathing. Both noses were pressing into his clothed crotch, tongues testing the fabric curiously.

"I can't believe I'm doing this..." he muttered, shaky paws tugging his shorts down under his balls once more and pushed his ever-stiff cock through the fence.

He had to immediately bring his left paw up to his muzzle and bite down just to keep from moaning too loud. The dog's tongues bathed every inch of his shaft, lapping hungrily at the source of the otter's pre. His cock continued to dribble out more with each throb and occasionally a tongue would delve under his foreskin to search for more.

Lukas' breathing was becoming more ragged and uneven. He took in sharp, halted breaths from his nose as he whimpered into his arm through clenched teeth. Those tongues were warm, soft, and touching him in such sensitive spots.

Dusty, the slightly darker shepherd, nosed against his balls, pressed against the chain, and the otter jumped. Carefully, he used both paws to push his hips flush with the fence, balls fitting through the chain-link just barely. The dog seemed appreciative and that ribbon-tongue slurped over the short, tan fur on his full sac.

The otter felt his orgasm approaching fast after being pent up for so long. He was leaning so hard against the fence that the metal dug into his chest and stomach, his free arm hugging himself against it tight.

He choked back a moan as his orgasm hit, ropes of cum spraying out from his hooded shaft. A couple streaked across excited muzzles, across their backs, or even directly into an exploring muzzle.

Lukas' hips bucked against the chain as he was tongued through his orgasm. When the sensation became too much, he had to carefully use two paws to pull his balls back through the fence, gritting his teeth as his sensitive cock-head was teased for more seed.

He fell backwards into the grass, panting heavily and looking down at his still-hard shaft, a small drop of cum welling at the tip. "W-wow... you two..." he breathed, chuckling.

The dogs were watching him intently and when Lukas stood up, they followed him a couple of feet along the fence. The otter smirked and moved back over to the fence to reach down and pet their heads. "Such good boys," he said with a giggle.

His mind was still running wild, though, and as he pet the dogs, he wondered just how much more he could do with them. A few dozen feet along the fence were two sheds, one in his parent's yard, and one in the neighbors. Lukas grinned.

His rational mind would have stopped him from doing what he was about to do, but his orgasm hadn't sated his lust and all rationale was gone. The otter walked quickly along the fence line and then ducked behind his parent's shed.

The dogs ran around behind the shed, out of sight from the house, and watched as Lukas climbed over and landed near them. They both greeted him with plenty of licks and kisses to his hands and face, and he could still smell his seed on them.

Lukas laughed and tried to fend them off, but they were far too happy to have a visitor to be pushed off. "Sit!" Lukas said after a few seconds and was surprised when both of them immediately sat, staring at him attentively. "Good boys," the otter cooed, petting both their ears. "Very well behaved..."

The otter crouched down and looked between Dusty's haunches, still petting both dogs. An inch of slick, pink cock was jutting up from the dog's sheath. Lukas' mouth was seemingly watering and completely dry at the same time. This was something he'd wanted to do ever since he'd seen videos of it years ago. Now he was this close

He pulled his paw from Dusty's head and slowly reached down to grip the fuzzy sheath. Even though this wasn't the first sheath he'd held, and even though it didn't feel all that different, it still sent a shiver up his spine. Dusty just shifted where he sat and panted happily. The otter's paw squeezed down on the full sheath and tugged it upwards, covering the tip. He could feel it twitch and swell in his paw.

Lukas urged Dusty to stand back up on all fours and then he rolled onto his back, shimmying up underneath the dog's belly. He was eye-level with the shepherd's sheath, and he took a moment to admire the fuzzy holder before pressing his nose to the tip and breathing deep. The scent was much stronger than his own and had a tangy, earthy smell with a hint of copper. It was much different than any smell he'd experienced before, and lacked the heavy musk that usually accompanied the larger males he went after.

Lukas nosed along the shepherd's sheath, a paw moving in to grip the furry tube and give it a firm squeeze. Dusty just shuffled on his back paws, but didn't move away. The otter dragged his tongue along the underside of the shepherd's sheath and then pushed it through the entrance. His senses were flooded with the coppery, tangy taste of the dog's slick flesh.

Lukas moaned into the dog's sheath, tongue swirling around the thickening length. Dusty's hips twitched and the sheath filled out as Lukas dove further inside. The otter was in heaven with his tongue wedged in a sheath against a growing cock, and every breath filled his senses with dog.

Windy, momentarily forgotten, pressed his nose into otter's crotch, lapping at his shorts and looking for more of that exciting flavor. Lukas shifted down to give Windy better access, tugging his shorts down to his knees. The shepherd started lapping happily over the otter's balls and shaft. Lukas kept himself busy, tongue-deep in shepherd sheath.

The otter pulled back until the drippy tip was against his lips and slowly skinned back the dog's sheath as he slid back down. Dusty's cock wasn't very thick yet, in canine fashion, but was filling out and lengthening in the otter's mouth, spraying watering pre onto his pallet.

All of a sudden, Dusty's hips started jerking back and forth and several inches of dog cock were thrust down the otter's muzzle. The dog didn't stop, either. Lukas' eyes went wide in brief panic as he tried to control his breathing. The dog above him was hammering away at his maw, balls smacking him in the nose repeatedly. Lukas was having a difficult time breathing, but he couldn't push the dog away without possibly hurting him.

He found his rhythm, though, and managed to relax enough to let the dog pound away at his mouth. If it weren't for having to swallow a mouthful of pre every second, he'd have moaned out happily. The dog's cock was growing bigger and the knot was starting to swell at the base, making an audible popping noise whenever it passed through his lips.

Dusty was panting heavily above the otter as his hunched forward into that warm otter muzzle. His pre was becoming thicker and stronger in flavor, and Lukas struggled to keep up with the constant flow. Streams of pre trickled out from the corners of his mouth, running down his cheeks and neck.

The dog's knot was much thicker now, and Lukas's couldn't open his muzzle wide enough, so the thick bulb of flesh just mashed against his lips as Dusty's thrusts started to slow down. With the knot on his lips, several inches of veined cock were tickling the back of Lukas' throat. He felt it swell and then a warm, slick feeling shot down his throat, nearly gagging him.

The otter had to pull back as much as he could to keep from choking on doggy-seed. Instead, it poured over his tongue and drooled from his muzzle. It was thinner than most guys, but the volume was unbelievable. Lukas didn't know how he could be expected to keep up with spurt after spurt.

Eventually the otter just collapsed onto the grass, shepherd cock flopping free and squirting cum down onto his shirt. Lukas just lay there, watching the dangling cock throb and spray cum down onto him. it soaked his shirt and matted down his muzzle and neck fur. The otter licked his lips whenever droplets of cum landed on them, and he moved both paws down to shuck his shorts and underwear completely.

His cock hadn't softened this entire time and he started pawing at it in earnest, wanting to get off while underneath the cumming shepherd. He was already close, and ready to arch his back and coat his chest, but two strong paws had other plans.

Lukas let out a surprised yelp as he was pulled out from under the dog by his ankles and hoisted into the air upside-down. All he could see was a pair of muscular, grey legs; canine by the look of it.

"You've got some pretty big balls to come into my yard and fuck with my dogs," a low voice growled, squeezing Lukas' ankles.

The otter was petrified. There was no possible way he could explain his way out of this, and he could just see himself getting arrested now. God, what would his parents think? "P-please, s-sir, I-" He yelped as he was dropped back on the ground.

"But, I can see them, and they're no bigger than Dusty's or Windy's, now are they," the man, who Lukas now saw as a wolf, taunted him.

The otter scrambled to grab his shorts but one of the wolf's large footpaws stepped on his wrist to stop him, not enough to be painful. "P-please, let m-"

"Nuh uh, you aren't going anywhere, kid," the wolf said, shaking his head. "If you think you're gonna get out of here without consequences, you've got another thing coming to you." The wolf gently pushed the otter to lay on his back, staring down at the half-naked, cum-covered otter.

Lukas met the wolf's gaze with a petrified look of his own. The man appeared in his late thirties with gray fur all over. He was only wearing a pair of jean shorts, and his chest was bare, revealing a muscular physique. If he weren't terrified for his life, he might find it hot to have this strong wolf over him. "Please don't hurt me."

"Hurt you? Well, I guess that all depends on you, now don't it?" The wolf knelt down and grabbed Lukas' legs, flipping him over onto his chest. Lukas let out an "oof" as he felt those strong paws force him over, and then, to his surprise, they forced him up onto all fours. "That's a good boy, now stay like that," the wolf said.

Lukas, on his hands and knees, looked back around, bewildered, and saw the wolf kicking his shorts aside. There was a massive sac hanging between two powerful legs, and a swollen sheath with a bit of red at the tip.

"I said stay, boy!" the wolf barked.

Lukas's head snapped forward instinctively, heart beating like a drum. He'd thought at first that he was going to be beaten, but now he was anticipating something completely different. "What are you doing?" he asked cautiously, still scared.

The wolf moved in front of Lukas and kneeled down, roughly pulling the otter's face into his crotch. "Nothing you aren't well familiar with, I'm sure," the wolf chuckled.

Lukas' gripped the ground, fingers digging into the grass and dirt. His field of vision was nothing but gray fur, and his nose as in the crook of the wolf's leg, right against that swollen sheath. This was the strong, male musk that he was well acquainted with and loved. Despite the situation he let out a soft groan, nosing into the fur and inhaling that intoxicating scent.

"Yeah, that's it, breathing deep. Why not get a good taste," the wolf commanded, petting the back of the otter's head.

Lukas hardly needed convincing. His tongue was across the wolf's sheath in an instant and he slid it up along the soft fur until it dragged across the tip that was pushing free. As soon as his tongue hit the exposed flesh he was rewarded with a burst of pre, that strong, musky flavor, and a few inches of shaft grew into his waiting muzzle.

The wolf above him growled contently and dug his claws into the otter's shoulders. "Yeah, that's it, boy. Lift your tail up for me," he muttered, snapping his fingers.

Without hesitation, the otter arched his back and lifted his tail as best he could, peeling back the wolf's sheath with his lips as he dipped his head lower. A cold nose pressed under his tail, giving a few excited sniffs before a thin, wet tongue lapped over his entrance.

Lukas had actually forgotten about the dogs, and tried to pull his head back in surprise, but a strong paw held him down. "You aren't going to struggle if you know what's best. You got Dusty off, but Windy needs some love too, don't you agree? Whimper if you do,"

Whether out of agreement, or because he was nervous, Lukas let out a pathetic whimper around the wolf's cock. The man was much thicker than Dusty, and his pre was washing the dog's taste from his senses. The tongue under his tail was quite enjoyable, too, and his cock was aching to be touched. He briefly wondered if he'd even gone soft after getting caught since he was still throbbing and dripping onto the grass.

All thoughts vanished from his mind when the wolf suddenly shouted, "Up!" and the weight of the German shepherd was felt on his back. The dog's forearms gripped around the otter's hips, and the dog started humping forward, poking around for his purchase.

Lukas' heart doubled in speed at his turn of events. He'd thought that the man was going to mount him, and instead, this feral dog was humping away, trying to find his passage. Any moment now... and there it was. The thin, tapered head of the dog's cock pushed against his ring, and then right through, sinking five inches of swelling dog meat into his passage.

The otter cried out around the wolf's cock, eyes squeezing shut. He'd had rough play before, but he usually knew it was coming, and could prepare, and he wasn't as tense. The dog behind him didn't have any regard or care for how he felt, and was already humping at full speed.

"Yeah... good boy, Windy. Get 'em," the wolf growled, starting to hump Lukas from the other end, holding his head in both paws.

The initial pain was starting to fade thanks to plenty of experience, but the sting lingered awhile longer. Lukas felt two heavy sets of balls slapping against him; one bouncing off his smaller pair while an even bigger pair was knocking on his chin. The wolf must have been as excited as the feral because knots were starting to swell quickly and Lukas was now watching a fist-sized knot bruise his lips with each thrust. Windy could no longer pull out and the dog's hips were jerking rapidly, trying to shove his knot just a bit deeper into his captor.

A warm, wet heat spread through his passage and Lukas' eyes rolled back in pleasure, cock throbbing under his belly. It had been a quick, rough ride, and not quite enough to get him off, but the memory would serve as great material for those nights alone. "Yeah... good boy. Fill this otter up," the wolf growled, panting hard and rolling his hips against Lukas' muzzle.

The otter readied himself to accept his third load of the day, but the wolf withdrew his cock and started stroking himself quickly, squeezing down on his knot. "Open up, boy," he commanded breathlessly.

Lukas had only a moment to do so before a thick rope of cum splattered against the roof of his muzzle. The burst of scent and flavor was almost enough to make him cum right there. Another rope of cum seeped into his muzzle, and then a few more spider-webbed over his face, painting him with musky seed. He kept his eyes shut tight, letting out a moan of excitement as he was used by the older male.

"Yeah, looks good on ya, now stay there," the man said, patting Windy's back.

Lukas whined as the dog dismounted, a leg lifting up and over until they were butt to butt, locked by the shepherd's big knot in true canine fashion. He heard a camera sound from a mobile phone, and knew that he'd just had his picture taken, but didn't have the strength to fight back, and the thought actually made his cock throb.

The wolf chuckled and dropped his phone back onto his shorts. "Well, you've been a good boy, I think you deserve a treat, right?" he asked Lukas. He moved a paw down and gripped the otter's uncut shaft, squeezing hard. "Always loved you uncut guys," he muttered absently, stroking quick along the otter's length.

It didn't take much before Lukas let out a needy moan, back arching and toes curling in ecstasy. The wolf's paw tugged down and then pinched off his foreskin as he came, and he could feel his hot seed squirt into the loose skin, filling it up before it started to ooze and drip from the end despite the wolf's grip.

The otter's face was red with embarrassment and his body shook before his arms gave out and he lay on his shoulders in the grass, tail end in the air, and cum dripping out of his messy foreskin, dripping down from his sore tail, and plastered against his face.

The wolf took another picture and then moved into Lukas' vision again. "Windy's knot is gonna take a bit to go down. Then you can go clean yourself up. Now," the wolf crossed his arms over his chest and eyed the otter sternly. "Are you gonna sneak into my yard to fuck with my dogs again?"

Lukas' was burning with humiliation and he could barely meet the wolf's gaze. He thought about it for a moment and then choked out a, "Yes, sir."

Grinning from ear to ear, the wolf reached down and clapped the otter on the back. "That's a good boy."