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Cooking With Fire

(He Eight it All, part 2)

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Robert's head spun as Don took hold of him; the Great Dane was strong enough that the Dog could position the Human in whatever manner worked well for him and, that night, it meant picking him up completely and rotating in place until he set the young man down with the upper half of his back on the couch cushions. The Adonis of a Dog smiled down at him as his hips spread Robert's legs apart, massive red cock flopping down heavily across the Human's abdomen. It pulsed in time with Don's heart beat, sending out little spurts of precum every few seconds. The Great Dane's voice was low and heady. "I hope you enjoyed your appetizers... time for the main course, handsome."

The dirty talk sent a flush of heat across Robert's cheeks and shoulders, leading him to the conclusion that Don probably enjoyed watching him blush. Not really all that skilled at flirting or seduction himself, the Human just nodded, offering a sheepish smile. "I... think so, yeah."

Don chuckled at that, leaning forward to press his muzzle to Robert's lips. The Great Dane's tongue was met with no resistance as the young man allowed it in, filling his mouth almost immediately as Don delved deep with the thick, fleshy muscle, very nearly causing the Human to gag. At the same time, however, Robert felt something else at another entrance and his fiance wasted no time doing a repeat performance; in much the same way as Don's tongue tongue had, the Great Dane's eager shaft wasted no time in claiming the Human's body as its own. The sudden feeling of fullness was mirrored in his lower body-- even more so since he could accommodate Don's tongue easier than other parts.

Without another word, Don withdrew his hips several inches before pushing forward again, diving in even deeper and making Robert's head swim in the process. The young man gripped handfuls of fur on the Great Dane's biceps, moaning against the tongue which kept him silent. As if realizing just how muted the Human was, Don began picking up the pace... and also the force. The Dog was alternating between thrusting and grinding, working his knot against Robert's rump in way which was simultaneously stimulating and agonizing; the pain was overpowered by pleasure by only the slightest amount.

There were few cases in Robert's memory in which Don had been so worked up and so eager to completely 'conquer' him-- the experience was as hot as it was intimidating. The beast of a Dog remained hunched over him, using the sofa for support with the Human's head pushed firmly against the backrest, hips suspended off the floor by the combined effort of Don's paws on his waist and the Dog's own hips, which continued their seemingly endless assault. Robert didn't know if the Great Dane's tongue or testicles would give up first but it wasn't long before he found out. The Dog withdrew his muzzle, ending the overpowering kiss, his bedroom voice growling out. "Fuck, Robert... I want you so much."

Robert would have loved to have had some insightful, profound comment to offer up but, at that moment, Don adjusted his angle of attack and the Great Dane's next grinding thrust hit him in just the right way, stroking and stimulating his prostate, causing a powerful tingling pressure to rocket through his groin. "OOOooohhhhh god..."

The Dog's broad muzzle was alight with an even broader grin. "Mmm... I love it when you make that sound, sweetheart."

Don had a lot of nicknames and pet names for Robert, but it was the first time he could ever recall having heard the Dog call him 'sweetheart', and it simultaneously melted his heart and caused no small amount of surprise-- enough that his muscles clenched. A powerful jolt of pain crackled up his spine and his lover let out a wheeze from the increased pressure against his shaft. The Dog let out a slow, shaky breath before inhaling sharply and Robert managed only an "Ow."

The Great Dane's body began shaking and only then did the Human feel the flood of hot fluids seeming into him; it took a second to realize what was happening, but Don filled in the blanks regardless, letting out a hesitant chuckle, tight voice groaning out. "Damn, babe..."

Robert was both confused and impressed. "You're...? But... you're still..."

Don closed his eyes, muzzle raising toward the ceiling as he road a wave of euphoria, contented smile on his muzzle as his entire body remained taut, hips still grinding despite his swollen knot still being outside the Human. Teeth still clenched, the Dog growled through the pleasure "Yeah... I'm cumming and I didn't even knot ya... ffuuuuuck that's good..."

There was something almost comedic about the situation and Robert didn't bother hiding his smile; he liked seeing his fiance so happy. There was more to it than that, however; over the course of the weekend the young man couldn't help shake the feeling that Don was enjoying himself as much as (if not more than) Robert himself. The eagerness the Great Dane presented when finally getting his turn with the Human more than reinforced it; his lover was a voyeur, and liked the idea of sharing him. Even as he rolled those thoughts around in his mind, Don finally started coming down off of his high. Robert let go of one of Don's arms and pressed his hand against the Great Dane's cheek. "You look like you enjoyed that... a lot."

Don responded, first with a goofy smile, and then an emphatic "Oh yeah... it was worth the wait... I'm just sorry we aren't tied."

Robert out-and-out laughed at that. "Well... there's always later tonight if you want to try again, you know."

The Great Dane winked. "I don't need the reminder, and don't worry one bit; I plan on fixing that oversight."

The Dog lowered Robert more firmly onto the sofa and, at the same time, slowly drew his hips back. The Human felt the thick flesh make its exit, the pressure subsiding before leaving him empty; he felt the dribble of semen leak out freely thereafter, but Don didn't seem to mind, laying him down on the cushions before leaning forward to kiss him, just as passionately, but with far less need and far more intimacy. Robert smiled. "This has been a crazy weekend... I love you, Down-on-the-Nile."

Don smirked at the statement, flicking an ear as he deadpanned "You love me because of the crazy weekend?"

Robert rolled his eyes. "That's not what I meant."

Chuckling, the Dog leaned forward and kicked his cheek, then neck, then chest. "I know, but you're just too much fun to not make the most of it."

The Human squirmed beneath the attention of his lover's tongue. "Well you're definitely 'making the most of it' this weekend, aren't you?"

Don's muzzle continued to drift lower and lower, licking and nibbling as he went. "Mmm... and the most of you too."

Despite having ejaculated during his time with Phil, Robert realized that he was more than ready for another round. Don, having lost control far too early for the Human to catch up, spent the next several minutes making things right... and he did so with great gusto, eagerness and efficiency. Robert found himself on the sofa, back arched, with his flesh engulfed in his lover's muzzle, drained of everything before Don finally surrendered it. The Human was more than ready to take a nap right then and there, but the Great Dane had other ideas. Smacking him gently on the cheek with the pads of a paw, Don announced "Okay... and now that it's late afternoon, it's the perfect time to start dinner."

Robert sighed, accepting a paw to help him sit up. "I guess making dinner is the next task you have for me, hmm?"

Don's muzzle twisted into what looked like a smile failing to hide dark humor with a light sprinkling of sadism. "Not exactly..."

Suddenly no longer feeling sleepy in the least, the Human was almost worried to ask. "What do you mean 'not exactly'?"

The smile spread into a so-very-large grin. "Tonight, I'm getting Phil and Craig and you're going to have us help make dinner. You get to be head chef-- you run the kitchen and we cook the dinner."

Robert swore he could have felt his heart stop and ice replace the blood in his veins; Don KNEW he wasn't comfortable with running a kitchen, and especially not a kitchen with two Dogs who didn't know much about cooking-- one who was deaf and one who was rumored to have been able to burn water. "You're kidding...."

Don's smile grew wider yet. "Nope."

* * * * *

The dinner that night was a difficult proposition when it came to utilizing all three room mates, but to maximize his success Robert stuck with two rules: first, every time he spoke to Phil it was face-to-muzzle and eye-to-eye so there would be no confusion about what needed to be done; second, he made sure that Craig was nowhere near any heat source and focused almost entirely on food prep. Don, having shown that he could at least follow recipes, was Robert's Sous Chef, and the Dog tasked with the most to accomplish.

Phil turned out to be able to follow orders quite well and, despite having little-to-no experience in the kitchen, the Basenji was still useful for basic tasks. Craig, on the other hand, had horrible knife skills; not only were all of his cuts inconsistent size but when the Boxer was tasked with cutting bacon he did far more ripping than careful slicing. Still, Robert somehow managed to pull through and presented a half-way decent fried rice and pork-and-bacon filled steamed char su bao. Asian cuisine wasn't usually his first choice, but being able to have Phil handle the steamer felt like a solid plan, and it did turn out well.

Once they'd all sat down to dinner, Robert had to admire the way everything had come together and, finally able to focus on something other than the food, he finally realized something he'd missed all along: nobody had bothered putting on any clothes! Dinner was 'casual dining' to the extreme as he and the Dogs lounged at the kitchen table in their birthday suits, eating the results of their combined efforts. Surprising himself, Robert had a blast.

Since all four cooked, Robert required that all three of the housemates helped to clean up, and so they returned to the kitchen once again as a group and made quick work of the dishes. Craig was responsible for the scrubbing while Phil took a sponge and towel to the stove and counter tops. Don handled drying the dishes while Robert supervised and, once everything was in good order, the Human took it upon himself to handle a quick sweeping and dry mop of the floors. Even though dinner had taken longer to prepare thanks to so many cooks in the kitchen the night had flown by with surprising speed and the young man couldn't keep a smile off his face any more than his roommates could keep from wagging.

From there, Robert and Don retreated to the living room again and the Human laid down against the Dog's chest as they sprawled out on the sofa while the Great Dane flipped on the TV and began searching out options of shows to stream. Robert was happy to just lounge with his fiance, not minding in the least what Don chose to watch. The Dog was usually very courteous in getting his input on what to flip on but, as with the theme for the weekend, Robert was along for the ride and didn't get a say in the matter. In the end, Don chose an action movie-- a genre that was quite popular among the canine housemates; it wasn't long before they were joined by Craig, and even Phil came over to sit with everyone else.

The movie included all of the usual trite, nonsensical plot twists thrown in to further advance a needlessly complex story which only meshed as a way to present more overly theatrical fight scenes and unrealistic explosions. Robert hadn't been allowed to see many movies growing up but every time he encountered an action movie he couldn't help but second-guess every single component; fortunately he'd learned not to call them aloud, and so he focused his attention on enjoying the company more than enjoying the movie.

The young man spent the first forty or fifty minutes snuggling with Don on the sofa. There was something enjoyable about being engulfed in his large fiance's arms, feeling the Great Dane's heartbeat against his back, fur pressed up against him, and an occasional tickle against the back of his thigh when the big Dog shifted position and his furry sheath caressed the Human's bare flesh. There was certainly a sensual component to it, but the relaxed, non-insistent manner in which it happened seemed so innocent as to be mundane, and that, perhaps, was what Robert liked the most about it: he was comfortable with Don and Don was comfortable with him, and so it happened and it was good.

After a particularly 'high octane chase scene', however, Don chose to sit up, and that resulted in Robert making his way down to the floor. Positioned between Craig and Phil, however, the Human couldn't bring himself to mind. Positioned between Don's legs, Robert rested his back against the sofa; Craig folded an arm around the Human's shoulders while Phil rested his head in the young man's lap. Robert found himself smiling, enjoying the presence of all three housemates while he stroked one of Phil's soft, velvety ears.

Well before the climax, Robert's attention had completely left the TV screen and he focused it all, alternating between enjoying the feel of Don's legs framing either side of him, the strong, casual Boxer arm wrapped around his shoulders, and the soft, contented murmurs of the Basenji laying across him. The Human was in a happy no-man's land mentally, zoning out and enjoying the moment, when Phil rotated in his lap, and Robert's attention immediately snapped to that point when he felt a hot, smick muzzle engulf his flacid member... which didn't stay soft for long. The young man gasped in surprise.

Don's chuckling voice identified that he wasn't oblivious to the fooling around. "Everything okay down there?"

Phil, of course, was unable to hear the inquiry and Robert tapped him on the back of his head. The Basenji looked up at him, tail wagging, and then his eyes refocused in on Don, who was looking down at them both. Smiling sheepishly, the pudgy Dog asked "You mind if I get some dessert, Don?"

The Great Dane reached down and ruffled Robert's hair before he replied to the Basenji "So long as he's up for it you're welcome to it, Phil... but stay away from his ass-- I'm taking another helping of that tonight, and this time I'm not sharing."

At that point, Craig had unwrapped his arm from around Robert's shoulder and announced indignantly "So... what? No satisfaction for From-the-Crags then?"

The young man found a quick resolution in the form of sliding his hand down to where the Boxer's already-plump sheath lay nestled amidst a sea of groin fur; a single brush from two of his fingers was enough to coax the pointed tip free and before Robert could say a word, Don leaned back to relax on the sofa, pointing out "Well... looks like he's got everything in hand... now shut up-- best part's coming up."

Craig's teeth chattered when the Human's fingers encircled his shaft, applying enough pressure to slowly ease his sheath back, and Robert felt himself blush when the Boxer sighed out emphatically "Hell yeah... best part IS comin' up..."

The statement was more than enough to get Robert to smile, not that he needed the encouragement considering the fine job Phil was doing with his tongue, but that brought up another consideration. The Human tapped the Basenji on the shoulder. "Phil?"

The compliant, pudgy Dog ceased his ministrations, looking up to Robert. "Everything alright, Robert?'

The young man responded by gesturing toward the lower half of Phil's body. "Come on over this way."

The Basenji understood well enough, rotating himself around so he could continue to half-lay in Robert's lap, muzzle still working fervently against the Human's eager shaft, but also putting his broad, dripping sheath within range of Robert's touch, and the young man took advantage of the situation, teasing the short fur of Phil's sheath with the tip of his fingers before drawing his pointer and index finger up to the tip.

He paused, shivering as the Basenji's tongue danced along the underside of his glans, but the moment he recovered he slid his first finger right into the slick crown of Phil's furry penis sleeve; the Dog went rigid immediately... in more ways than one. The Dog bark-croaked out a pleasantly-surprised "Odam!"

Craig, off to Robert's left chuckled. "Teaching him some new tricks, huh?"

Don's enormous paws reached down, one landing on Robert's head and one on the Boxer's. He ruffled fur and hair alike. "Nothing wrong with a little change up now and again... just so long as everyone behaves."

Smirking, Craig leaned over to lick the side of Robert's face as he said "Not so sure about this one behaving... looks like he's getting his hands dirty to me."

Robert had spent most of his life reserved, constantly second-guessing everything anyone said to or about him, but not that night. Smiling back, the Human removed his hand from the Boxer's shaft, which pulsed in obvious objection at the sudden stop of stimulation. The young man then met Craig's displeased gaze and he responded simply "Well... I mean, if that's a problem I can always stop."

Don's laughter shook the entire sofa, and was obvious enough that it even got Phil to stop in his ministrations to look up with a confused expression on his muzzle. The Great Dane reached down and patted both of Robert's shoulders with a hearty clasp from his paws while chiding Craig with laughter still in his voice. "Looks like he called your bluff there, Craig! Told ya he'd only take your shit for so long!"

Despite Craig's sour expression, Robert saw the Dog's tail wagging, and so he took that as a good sign. He did have to admit it: he'd come a long way, and he'd finally started to feel like he was belonging. The Human only realized he'd been smiling like a fool when the Boxer called him on it. "Okay. Yeah. Good... you're not a wilting flower anymore... how how about getting back to workin' the shaft?'

Don huffed at the statement, but chuckled anyway. "Classy."

Robert didn't know if the Great Dane was watching the movie more or the performance the Human was putting on with his other two Dog room mates but, after a short time, he found that he couldn't continue caring. Even though he'd already gotten off a few times that day, it didn't take a lot or Phil's skilled tongue and enthusiastic muzzle to bring the young man to the precipice, and a few head-bobs was all it took to push him over the edge.

He grit his teeth, giving into it, and offering up the conclusion that Phil had sought; the two Dogs were not far behind. The movie concluded while Robert was distracted, favoring the Dogs to his left and his right with his attention more than the poorly constructed, unsatisfying conclusion to the almost two hour movie. The resolution with his room mates, however, was very satisfying.

He worked his hands in time with each of each spurt of his ejaculation into the Basenji's muzzle, grip tightening around each knot. With Craig, he worked the base of the shaft far more since the Boxer was longer, but Phil he was able to stimulate even more of it without any part of his palm ever leaving the Basenji's knot. Both Dogs ultimately gave in, squirming at first, then shivering and, finally, giving up their own fights and surrendering themselves to their release. The carpets would definitely need to be cleaned.

Phil's head remained in his lap, spent member still in the Basenji's muzzle while the Human's hand remained encircling the stout Dog's rock-hard knot, jets of seed still spraying from the pointed tip, though the force and volume was finally easing up. Craig, in the meantime, still had a paw wrapped around Robert's hand, keeping it pinned against his throbbing shaft. The Boxer's head rested atop the Human's, muzzle working in satisfaction as if chewing.

Don's legs shifting as the credits started rolling heralded the end of their time together and it was further reinforced as the big dog announced "Okay... finish up the fun and games. It's almost nine and I want a few hours with him to myself to get him cleaned up then make him dirty again."

It was a casual, straight forward statement but left so much to the imagination; even as spent as he was, Robert was already looking forward to it. Craig obediently disengaged, releasing Robert's hand before turning to get up. The Human already saw the problem with the direction the Boxer chose to turn moments before it became a problem and he was able to turn his head to the side just enough to avoid getting an errant jet of semen in his eye as Craig's still-throbbing cock aimed his way. The athletic Dog chuckled, obviously not in the least apologetic despite his chiding lip service of "Oh. Hey... sorry about that, man."

Phil, on the other hand, had to be tapped on the back of his head. The deaf Dog looked up and quickly came to the conclusion that their fun time was at an end when he saw Craig leaving. The Basenji drew back, sitting up as he reached down and took Robert's hand and brought it up to his muzzle. The Basenji licked the Human's fingers clean then leaned forward and gave him a just-as-sloppy kiss on his cheek, simultaneously smearing some of his semen-laced saliva on the Human's face while also cleaning up the spray of Craig's. "Thanks again, Robert... I'm really glad you're here with us... and so cool too."

Don reached over and hit the remote, turning off the streaming service, which flipped the television back over to the basic cable channel they had; it was the local news, and far less interesting than the large, still-naked, very erect Great Dane reaching down to help Robert to his feet. TV forgotten, he accepted the assistance up, but Don's support only lasted until the Human was on his knees, and then the young man realized the point; he wasted absolutely no time moving forward to tend to his boyfriend's dribbling shaft.

The Great Dane let out a pleased rumble the moment Robert's lips touched his pointed tip, and the sound increased in volume when the Human took it into his mouth. The young man reveled in the salty slickness of it, the musky aroma and heady flavor driving him wild; everything about Don did that and, despite how many times he'd been 'put to use', Robert couldn't find himself minding yet another opportunity to make his lover feel so-very-good. A voice from the television stopped all that, however in a single sentence. "...and we're not gonna stop til they know our son's been stolen from us by a Satan worshiping Dog cult."

Robert's lips came off of Don's cock so quickly that there was an audible pop, but the Human didn't acknowledge it, spinning around just in time to see his dad and mom within the camera frame and a microphone in front of them. From there, the screen went back to a news anchor and the graphics of the Channel 13 ten o clock news logo in the lower right corner. The news anchor offered a muted smile, adjusting the papers in her hands before announcing "This and more when we return after these messages."

The young man didn't register exactly what Don had said, but the Great Dane didn't seem as concerned about the coitus interuptus as he was worried about Robert. The Dog repeated it a second time. "Robert? What's going on?"

The Human murmured a response, knowing his fiance was due one, though he couldn't put much effort into it, eyes transfixed to the television screen where a commercial was playing about some new snack food; he really wasn't paying attention except for knowing that something was coming up. "I... think my pa's on the news..."

Don slid down onto the floor next to him, wrapping an arm around Robert's shoulders. Even though the young man knew that it should have made him feel better, it really didn't. Somewhere behind him he heard Craig call something and Don responded back. "Yeah-- everything's fine... I think. Robert said his dad's on the news or something."

The Boxer's follow-up comment was much closer, and it cut through the Human's haze. "Oh? Did he win some roadkill barbecuing contest or something? ...no offense, Robert."

Despite Don's reassurance that 'everything was fine', Robert couldn't help but feel that it really wasn't the case, and, eventually, the two Dogs must have also come to that conclusion. He continued staring at the TV, hoping beyond hope that whatever little snippet of an interview he thought he'd heard hadn't been correct. Maybe it wasn't his dad after all. Maybe it was something completely unrelated. He jumped when Phil's gentle paw took hold of his wrist. "Robert? Are... you okay?"

Having snapped out of the hypnotism brought on by the commercials, the Human turned to address the Basenji but, in that moment, the advertisements came to an end, and the anchor woman returned to the screen. "We hear all the time about runaway children and the dangers the world presents to them. The World Health Organization warns that sex trafficking and child slavery is on the rise, but is that a real threat in the Unite States? Carl Willows reports."

A well-dressed man holding a microphone came on screen with the marquis along the bottom reading CARL WILLOWS, LIVE FROM ROCK CREEK. Beside him was Robert's father, and, suddenly, the world felt smaller-- smaller and darker. The reporter spoke up. "This is Carl Willows, reporting from Rock Creek. With me is Clarence McMillan, third generation timber man working at L.E.T. Forest Products. Mr. McMillan, public records indicate that you filed a missing persons report for your son, Robert McMillan, but that you're aware of his current location. Is that accurate, sir?"

Robert remained fixed in place, the comments and reassurances from his room mates going in one ear and out the other. Even the specific words spoken by his father hardly registered. As expected, his 'pa' rambled all over the place, complaining about the fake news media, about the horrors of liberal higher education, and threw words like 'sex cult' and 'demon dogs' and 'hell-bound sinners', but what really drove it home, and the words that made it through the haze of abject horror were Mr. McMillan's final ones. "And we won't stop at nothin' until my son is safe at home away from those degenerates."

The reporter returning the discussion to the newsroom went unnoticed by Robert by that point; he had slumped to the floor with his face in his hands. He was surrounded by supportive Dogs consoling and reassuring him, but the darkness would not relent. Had he been deluding himself? Apparently escaping his past was just not possible, and no amount of happiness in the present would change that. Nothing made that more evident than when his picture appeared on the screen next to the anchor, with a narration about "PLEASE CALL IF YOU'VE SEEN THIS MAN."

Robert's weekend, which had swerved all over the place, had finally gone careening off a cliff.