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Recap: Marcus and his father are on their way to the beach for a special playdate. Marcus spent most of the ride reliving the first time he and his father had made love, and now things are about to get a little more... public. Enjoy.

Parking Lot Play

My father fucked me every night that week, and since then, not a week had gone by that we didn't spend at least one night together. My mom often worked late, lawyer's life I suppose, so it wasn't hard for us to find time to be together. I'd get off school around 3, he'd get home around 5, and then we'd have all night to ourselves before mom got home sometime after 9.

It turns out we were both into the domination and submission thing. Sometimes I'd dress up and wait for him to get home. I would steal the dog's collar and wrap it around my own neck then tie a blindfold around my eyes and lye on the living room floor, waiting for him to come home. I'd lye there for over half an hour sometimes, letting the suspense build, forcing myself not to get up, not to take the blindfold off. Forcing myself to wait like a good little bitch, all the time knowing that there was a remote possibility that it wouldn't be my father that walked through the door, knowing that there was a one in a hundred chance that my mother would take an early day off and find me there in nothing but a dog collar and a blindfold.

“We're here."

“Huh?" the sudden pronouncement startled me, I'd been so lost in thought that I had completely forgotten where I was or what we were about to do.

We were pulling into a beachside parking lot. The lot was almost half full of cars with a large dune at the far end that blocked the beach from view and at the entrance was a sign that read:

Warning: Nude Beach

No one under 18 permitted

Be respectful

Have Fun

My father looked over at me, “are you ready?"

“Ya", I said without hesitation, “let's do this".

My father found an empty spot near the front of the lot and pulled in. I was excited but nervous as he put the truck in park, my heart was pounding a hundred times a second as I surveyed the parking lot, but to my relief, I saw nothing but empty cars. It seemed like a lot of cars for a Monday afternoon, but thankfully there was no one around.

My dad was getting out of the car, he stopped when he realized I hadn't moved to follow suit.

“Come on Marcus, time to go" he said soothingly.

I sighed, and opened my door. My father was taking off his shirt, his smooth stomach looking absolutely delicious as he lifted his arms over his head, his muscular chest showing off just how much time he spent working out in the garage. He tossed the shirt into the cab of the truck and undid the buckle on his belt, then the buttons on his jeans, and then he was sliding them down, exposing his huge plump shaft to the afternoon sun. He was so cavalier about it as he stepped out of his shorts and kicked them up into his hands and tossed them into the cab after his shirt. And then he was naked, standing there for the entire world to see, smiling over at me, fully clothed and drooling slightly as I drank in the sight of him.

“Your turn Marcus"

I blushed and smiled, my tongue darting over my right k-9 tooth in an unconscious expression of lust and embarrassment, but still I stood there, making no move to take off my own clothes.

He must have caught the expression, because he grinned broadly and walked around the front of the truck until he was standing behind me, towering over me by at least 6 inches. His broad arms wrapped around me affectionately and squeezed me to his bare body.

“There's no reason to be afraid, I'll be right here with you the whole time", he hugged me tighter, “besides, Furries don't view nudity the same way we do, to them it's just the natural state, no one's even going to bat an eye, I promise".

I took a deep breath, and let it out shakily.

“Are you ready?" he asked.

I nodded, afraid my voice would crack if I tried to speak. His fingers spread across my belly and down my stomach, curling under the rim of my shirt and pulling it slowly up and over my head. I let him do it, lifting my arms when necessary but not moving to actively help. It sent shivers down my spine to have my father undress me in public. When it was off my arms clutch my chest modestly, and his hands ran over my body a second time, caressing me as they worked lower and lower, finding my waistline and rubbing over my crotch. He gripped me firmly, cupping my package in one hand and squeezing gently until I couldn't help but moan into his grip.

He let me go, and his fingers found their way to the button that kept me locked inside my jeans. He undid it, and lowered my zipper. Then his hand was working its way up my abs and across my chest until it found my neck. I lowered my arms submissively, and he squeezed my neck gently, angling my face up to meet his for a passionate kiss. His tongue slid between my lips and explored my mouth, claiming it as he did. I received him gladly, massaging his tongue with my own and moaning into his ministrations. His left hand held me by my neck and his right slid into my pants to cup me by the balls. I moaned harder as he squeezed my orbs, knowing how much I like to be manhandled.

When he pulled away, I was breathless, and obedient. He angled me towards the car and bent me over the hood with one hand on my upper back. I didn't resist, though my cheeks clenched within my jeans in anticipation.

“For today's game I have a few very important rules for you to follow" he said, rubbing himself against my backside. He was fully erect, pressing himself against my jeans possessively. “First; You are a dog. You do not speak for any reason except in barks, whines, howls and moans". He let that sink in for a moment, pulling my jeans down over my bended rump so that he could hotdog himself between my cheeks. “Second; You are a dog. You will walk on all four for as long as we are playing". He stepped away, walking over to the cab and leaving me exposed and bent over the hood of the car, my jeans pooled around my ankles. I didn't try to move or stand, I knew he wanted me to stay right where he had left me. “Third…"

My attention was stolen by a sound coming from my left. A bright red convertible had just pulled into the parking lot a little too fast. The tires screeched as they burned out against the pavement, momentarily drowning out the music blaring from its radio. Its engine roared as it cut across several empty rows of parking spaces heading in our general direction.

My face flushed red, and panic shot through me. They're going to see me. They're going to see me butt naked and bent over the hood of my truck by my father!

I made to move, pressing off the hood to dive for cover, but the movement was cut short by firm hand and a rude shove against my back, forcing me back against the hood with an audible crunch.

“THIRD." My father intoned loudly, “You are a dog. You will do EXACTLY what I say WHEN I say it."

“NOW", he said commandingly, obviously annoyed by my lack of attention, “you will relax, dogs don't feel shame or embarrassment, they do what they are told, and are rewarded for being good, or punished for being bad. Do you understand?"

I was trying to pay attention. I really was, but the convertible had pulled into a spot just one row behind us, and three furry females had gotten out of the car. They must have been in their early twenties, because they were Beautiful! Fully matured women, with large tight breasts, flat stomachs and perfect bodies. My mind wanted to do anything it could to hide, before they noticed me, but my dick had other plans. It was rock hard and leaking against the side of the truck. I watched in a daze as they got out of the car and started to undress, giggling amongst themselves as the radio played a Pit-bull song in the background. I had never been so turned on by a Furr before. The driver was a white tigress, her breasts were small but perky and when she slipped out of her skirt I could just make out the bright pink folds of her pussy lips…

*SMACK!

A sharp pain shot through my butt cheek as my father smacked me hard on my ass. Bringing my attention quickly back to him.

“I said, 'Do you Understand'" he repeated sternly.

“Yes!" I replied breathlessly, squirming under his palm as he continued to hold me down.

“Good. What did I say?"

I had to think, my mind scrambling to remember what I had just been told, and not the pink lips of the white tigress.

“I am a dog…"

“Good. And?"

“I…i…Uh…"

*SMACK

“AAAAAHHHH!!....Uh…I don't speak!"

“Very good", he said approvingly, rubbing his hand over the red print he had made on my backside. “What else?"

“Uhhh…. I don't stand…"

“And?..."

“I do what I'm told."

“Very good Marcus. You've learned the rules", he said happily. His tone made me smile and my tensed muscles relaxed a bit, enjoying the sensation of my father rubbing my butt. “For that you've earned a special treat". He reached into a brown paper bag he had set on the hood behind my head, there was a metallic jingle as he rummaged for what he wanted, and then he pulled out a bright pink leather collar, complete with a bone shaped registration tag.

He held it in front of my face for a better look, “do you like it?" he asked. It was bright pink, maybe two inches wide, with double silver holes running along its length. The stitching was done in bright red, just different enough to show if you were looking right at it. The tag was black, with silver engraving on it, it twirled in the gentle breeze of the day. On one side it said simply, 'Marcus', and on the other, 'Daddy's Little Bitch'. I shuddered when I read it, grinning widely.

“Yes Daddy", I replied, “I love it".

“Good, now lift your head."

I did, and he slipped it around my neck, pulling it tight so that I could feel it resist when I tried to open my mouth. Then he buckled it and it relaxed just a little, leaving it tight but comfortable. He twisted it around so that the tag hung under my chin. I flexed my neck from side to side, working it down slightly into a more comfortable position. I LOVE collars, they just do it for me.

I had just got it worked into a comfortable position when I heard an amused 'Awwwww!' coming from my left. The three girls had finished undressing and were heading to the beach, unfortunately for me, that took them right past our truck as I was getting fitted for my brand new collar.

“How cute!" The tigress was saying to her friends. “Look at the little human! He looks so adorable with his little collar!" she was using that high pitched voice girls usually reserve for puppies and kittens, which I guess was appropriate. “How old is he? He can't be 18 can he?" She was looking at my father when she asked, her hands hiding her mouth, and her knees rubbing together in excitement. Her friends were just as taken with me as she was.

“He is. though his birthday was pretty recent", my father replied, “I know he's a little young for the beach", he said tussling my hair, “but he wanted to come so badly that I just couldn't say no". He smiled at the girls as they walked closer, the tigress bending over to look at me face to face, like I was a real puppy.

“Awwwww! That so cute!" The second girl was saying, an otter with brown fur and a white belly, “he's going to have a great time."

“Can we pet him?" the third girl chimed in, a tall chestnut mare.

“Sure!" my father replied genuinely. “I was just finishing up getting him ready for the beach, this next part is kind of rough, and it would actually really help for him to have something to take his mind off of it".

Huh? What does that mean? I though as six softly furred paws descended on me.

They cooed and 'Awwwed' as they worked me over, rubbing my face and back, scratching me behind my ears, which actually felt great, and rubbing under my chin. I could see why dogs like it.

Then there was an ice-cold tingle as a slick lubed finger pressed against my butt hole. I jumped and moaned, and the girls giggled and gasped. My father's finger pressed into me with the slick ease of silicone lubricant, much better than spit, but still disconcerting if you're not ready for it.

“Awwww don't worry boy, it'll only take a minute", the tigress said reassuring me. She bent over the hood of the car and hugged my head to her furry chest. Her breasts were firm and supple, her nipples pressing against my face. I wanted to take those nipples into my mouth so badly, but I didn't dare. This was all too strange, and I didn't dare do anything to mess it up. I nestled into her like a dog marking here with my scent as my father worked first one knuckle, then the second into me, twisting his finger to spread the lube evenly around. Then he pulled out, and I heard a bottle pour out more lube.

“Oh! Haha he really is going to be a doggy today, isn't he?" the mare asked with a giggle.

“Not just that, but a Husky!" the Otter replied.

“It's his favorite kind of dog", my dad explained, “so I picked this up for him to make today special".

“Wait what?..." I tried to ask with my face still buried in the tigresses' chest.

*Smack SMACK SMACK!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!! I cried into those furry white breasts, my body jerking but unable to move with all the hands holding me down. The tag on my collar jingling under my neck.

“Rule 1 Marcus. Let's not be a bad boy in front of our guests".

I whined pathetically. Still not sure what everyone was talking about, but unable to voice my confusion, plus now my ass was sore.

“Do me a favor and hold him still for me won't you ladies?"

The girls giggled and adjusted their hands, the tigress tightened her grip, and the other two leaned harder on my back, pressing me into the car till it was hard to breath.

Something hard and cold pressed against my butt hole, I clenched at the sensation, but that only earned me another swat on the cheek. I yelped, and then did my best to relax. I wasn't new to butt play by now and had learned the trick is to relax and let it happen.

Whatever it was, it had a pointed tip that slid in easily at first, but then grew wider with every passing centimeter. My father pressed it into me, and I felt myself stretch more and more with each passing second. He pressed it in until I moaned painfully into the tigress's chest, then let it slide out slowly, giving me a chance to relax, before pressing forward again, and again and again, pressing farther each time. Each time it went deeper, and each time I struggled more. Soon it was wider around than my father and the girls were holding me down in earnest, giggling each time I tried to push off the car and get away.

The mare especially was enjoying the game, “What's wrong puppy? Can't take a little butt play?", she taunted, making the other girls giggle and laugh, “I should introduce you to my Boyfriend! He'd make that little plug feel like a pencil head!" The otter was doubled over with laughter, lying on her elbows across my lower back.

“Hahahaha that's not even fair Tysha, Bruno would KILL him! Hahaha" the otter laughed.

My face was burning hot against the tigress's tits, why were they laughing? Couldn't they see how much pain I was in? I felt like I was going to split open, and the thing inside me just kept getting bigger!

“Pleeeeeeaaaassseeeeee…."

*SWAT!

“HAAAAAAA!!!!!!!! Shhhhhhhhh" I hissed in air after the painful swat to my ass, though the burning in my cheeks helped distract me from the burning in my hole. It was getting unbearable, I was dying here and still I was being punished for breaking some STUPID RULES!!!

He kept working the device in and out of me. I moaned, and to my surprise, I wasn't the only one. I looked back from the tigress to see that not only was the otter lying on top of me, but she was fingering herself while she watched my father work his toy in and out of my teenage butt hole. I moaned at the sight, then turned back to the tigress's breasts, unable to watch what was going on behind me.

Through it all my father was silent; he just kept working the plug deeper and deeper. It could have only been a few minutes, but it felt like a lifetime. How big was this thing? Eventually the stretching sensation in my ring was accompanied by a poking sensation much deeper. The plug had reached my farthest wall, and that spot that only bottoms ever get to feel. I moaned despite the pain, clenching around the plug.

“Doggies howl when they're in pleasure" the tigress reminded me softly, rubbing me behind the ears as she watched my father plug my asshole with warped fascination.

I nodded against her. Shifting my cry to a halfhearted howl as it petered out.

My father pulled back on the plug, the tip receded from that special place, and my hole shuddered as the slick rubber withdrew.

“This is it Marcus, the last little bit". I thought for a moment that he would let me catch my breath, but as soon as he said it, the plug rammed forward one final time! I was stretched open wide and the pointed tip jammed into my farthest wall!

“HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I howled in pain and surprise, and pleasure as the plug slammed home!

And then it was in. My sphincter slid shut, pulling the huge phallus deeper inside of me and clamping around a much thinner section of the device, my muscles worked and pulled at it, trying to pull it all the way inside me, to clear my anal passage of the intruder, forcing the tip deeper into my inner walls with each attempt, but a wide base was pulled against my cheeks, holding it there, part in, and part out.

I spasmed and struggled against the hands holding me down, whining and howling and moaning in turn while my brain tried to make sense of the sensations my rectum was feeling.

My cock twitched, my hips pumped and my balls pulled tight. Each pump of my hips forced the tip of the plug against my young prostate and the pleasure was more than I could handle. I pumped furiously, ramming my cock against the side of the truck forcing the plug against my prostate again and again. My mouth found the tigress's nipple and I sucked it into my mouth, overcome by lust, and not caring what she would think about it.

She loved it, she pulled my head against her breast with one hand and cried out in lust, her other hand shooting between her legs. She worked her clit furiously and shuddered against me when she came.

*SMACK!

It was the mare this time, she slapped my ass and gripped it firmly in her huge hands, while my hips humped away out of control. “CUM BITCH!" she yelled loudly.

And I came.

It all felt so wrong, and so right, all at once. My balls pulled tight, and the pressure in my tip reached a breaking point, and I CAME, blowing my load all over the side of the truck. Again and again I shot hot ropes of cum while the plug worked away at my prostate, and the mare manhandled my abused butt cheeks, and my mouth worked at the tigress's nipple.

Behind me, the otter echoed my cry.

I came until I couldn't cum any more. My struggles got weaker, and the hands holding me down relaxed.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Good Boy" the tigress cooed. “I remember when I took my first butt plug, I think I came just as hard" she looked down and smiled at me sympathetically. I had humped my brains out onto the side of the car and the asphalt parking lot, and was trying to make sense of what she was saying to me when she leaned in and kissed me on the lips.

She kissed differently from my father. Her rough tongue parted my lips, just as my dad's had, but she giggled at my resistance. I opened up to her after a moment's hesitation, letting her tongue play with mine. But where my father had been commanding and possessive, she coaxed me into her mouth, leading me into something new. I did what she wanted, I slipped my tongue into her mouth and she purred with delight, pulling me against her lips. Her lips shut around my tongue and she sucked on it gently, all I could do was moan at the new sensation, and she purred again in response. She sucked on my tongue harder, hungrily, savoring the moment, letting her own lust play out in my mouth. My own lips parted and I let out a sound that was half sigh and half moan as she drew away from me, leaving me with my tongue in the air and a dumbfounded look on my face.

“Good kiss Pup, you're a natural" she said with a mischievous grin. Then she patted me on the cheek and turned to my father, “have fun at the beach boys!" she said, giving my hair one final tussle, then turned and headed on to the beach, leaving me spent, violated and a little confused, still bent over the hood of the car with a flagging erection.

The mare gave my rump a final pat, “Have fun pup", she said to me, “maybe if you're here next week I'll bring Bruno, then you'll reeeeeaally have something to howl about".

The otter stuck her fingers between her legs, then brought them up and rubbed them under my nose, the smell was sour yet sweet, and nothing like what I expected, “Thanks Marky", she giggled, “that was fun". And then she too turned and walked away, jogging to catch up with the tigress before clutching her arm and leaning into her friends shoulder.

I looked after the trio as they climbed the dune, their tails swaying behind them. Had that just happened? Was this normal for Furries?

“I told you Marcus", my father said, reading my thoughts, “Absolutely Nothing to worry about".

To Be Continued…

Author's Note: Definitely going to be a trilogy, and we haven even gotten to the fun part yet! tune in next week for the exciting conclusion of The Beach!