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Brawl was always dad’s dog. The massive doberman was protective of me, sure, but he was dad’s shadow any time they were in the same room or out on a walk. The beast would watch me closely when I gave dad a hug, or if it was just the two of us in a room, as if I was just a step below him. He’d give me a hard time when I was responsible for taking him for his walks, as if to ensure I understood that he would never truly respect or obey this scrawny teenager no matter what I did, but then he would growl at anyone he didn’t recognize if they got too close to me, as if he was protecting his property. Or, dad’s property, in a weird way. That’s how I knew that there was likely some trouble on the horizon as I heard the distant clacking of Brawl’s dull claws coming from the floor above. There was a party coming up on the weekend, you see, so I had been sneaking downstairs into the basement where dad kept his alcohol. It was midnight and I had been pouring just a small amount of one of the almost full bottles of whisky from the shelf into a flask, just enough each night that it didn't appear to empty the bottle day-to-day, but now I had an almost full flask. Didn't matter that the bottle was a third empty now; my scheme had been clever and it worked perfectly far as I was concerned. The clacking drew closer, now descending the stairs into the basement. I knew it wasn't dad, so I wasn't quite so terrified. It would have been mortifying for him to catch me doing this, not to mention the embarrassment of being caught doing it in nothing but my boxers. The cupboard to the whisky shelves clicked quietly shut and I slipped the flask under the couch across from it. It felt weird to do even knowing it was just Brawl coming down, but the dog pulled off the ‘disappointed dad’ look almost as well as my actual father. As if he knew exactly where I’d be, Brawl’s eyes locked onto me as soon as he stepped onto the carpet of the basement. The dog didn’t look away from me as he padded over slowly to stand just a few feet away, judging and accusing the young deer caught in his headlights. He was back lit by a lamp I had turned on to help me see what I was doing, and honestly it sent a shiver through me as it threw into sharp focus how big and downright dangerous the dog looked. He didn’t pant or growl, he just stood there staring me down like he knew what I had been doing and demanded I fess up. “It’s not that big a deal, Brawl,” I whispered, not feeling any kind of embarrassment as I talked to the dog like he was my older brother. It just always seemed the right way to talk to him. “Dad won’t miss it.” Padding around the couch, the large doberman came to sit on his haunches, his head coming level with my chest. Unconcerned, but still judging. I got the distinct impression that he was blocking my path on purpose, as if he was only giving me one possible exit so he could herd me back upstairs to my room. My dad’s dog was telling me to go to my room. “Alright buddy,” I said, holding my hands up placatingly in front of me. “Alright I’ll go back to bed.” I took a step back, but froze as a low growl began to emanate from the large canine. “I’m going, Brawl, I’m going!” Though I knew he’d never snap at me, the sound did make me as uneasy as seeing those sharp teeth of his. I took another step back, and Brawl inched his head forward, the growl getting louder as his jaws parted. It looked like he was about to start barking. “No! No no no!” I stepped forward, still holding my hands up, sinking to my knees as if to plead with the dog to not sound the alarm as if there was anything I could do to stop it. To my surprise though, he did stop. Well, he quieted down at least. He stood suddenly, using his weight and my awkward kneeling position to bowl me over onto my back. The growl was back, menacing as ever as he stood above me, paws planted on either side of my head as he looked down at me. Brawl had never done anything like this before. I didn’t know what to do, so I simply lay there, hands up, fearing that tonight might be the night he had enough of me. I wondered if I’d be quick enough to get my rack, small though it was, between the two of us should the worst happen. The dog just stood there staring at me for a moment before he took a half step forward and left me staring at the light reddish brown of his chest fur. Was he establishing his dominance? Was this how dogs did it? Stand over one another growling while the one on the bottom cringed and surrendered? If it got him to not raise the alarm to wake my dad, I was perfectly fine to lay here as long as he wanted me to. It just wasn’t worth the risk. Seconds ticked by, and I noticed a dribble of something land on the cream coloured fur of my exposed midriff. Looking down, it suddenly made a sick kind of sense why the dog refused to move. A long thin strand of liquid ran from the very tip of a very big canine dick that stood out halfway from its furry sheath. It was lit up in a golden hue by the lamplight just before it broke apart with another droplet forming within moments. I had seen the tip of his dick before. I don’t think it was possible for any dog owner to not spot it a few times before they typically got their operation done. Dad was adamant that Brawl be kept intact though, and now the consequence of that was twitching stiffly above me, dripping pre and giving me more of a show than I ever expected to get. The deep red tip hung just above my navel, a string of pre ever present as droplet after droplet hit my fur. It maintained that deep red all the way down the bobbing shaft, glistening in the low light and throwing his bigger veins into sharp relief. My eyes dragged over the short fur of his engorged sheath, finally coming to rest on a pair of balls that put my own to shame. Fuck, the entire package put me to shame. Fully erect I could hit six inches of decent dick, but Brawl was clearly made of finer stock. At a guess he was near nine inches, his balls the size of mandarins. Maybe it should have occurred to me that I was laying under the very clearly aroused family dog mulling over the fine details of his genitals, but all I felt was an overpowering sense of curiosity. Curiosity, and more than a little fear considering Brawl refused to move, and that growl was still tickling my ears. I figured the right move wasn’t to touch him if dominance was really all he wanted, so I decided to slide myself down a bit more, trying to slip myself between his hind legs hopefully without brushing against him. I made it maybe an inch or two when his growl revved up again and he stepped backward, keeping his bobbing cock hovering above my slender stomach and dribbling several more drops of precum onto me. Was he seriously... Slowly, and ever so carefully, I lifted my left hand, reaching up between the dog’s hind legs to slide a finger along his wet length. The growling stopped as I did so, and the pieces fell into place with a weird sense of finality. I worked my slender fingers over the twitching length of canine, earning bigger drops of pre on my stomach with more than a few getting flicked up onto my chest as he flexed himself. Brawl’s hips had begun humping ever so slightly, but otherwise the large doberman remained still as a statue. I jerked him off like I would myself, not necessarily feeling shame at the action, but certainly feeling conflicted. He had demonstrated that there would be a price to pay for his silence tonight, and I was left having to decide between this curiously arousing activity or the wrath of my dad when he saw me down here. It was no contest. My boxers tented out between my slender legs, the thin white fabric stretching over my own arousal as it rested back along my waist. They didn’t cover much, and right now, I wanted to take advantage of the weirdly turned on state I was in. I hooked my free fingers into them and yanked them halfway down my thighs, unable to push them any further without risking Brawl’s ire. Stroking myself, I turned all my attention back to the dog, back to the thick length that only seemed to swell bigger the longer I held it. It twitched once more, this time sending a dollop of watery pre up to my neck, a tiny sliver reaching my bottom lip. My tongue tested it, but the sample was too small to get anything from, so I raised my head and opened wide, wondering if I should have been enjoying this as much as I was. I was rewarded a moment later with another splatter that ran the length of my tongue, and I found the taste to be nothing spectacular. It wasn’t great, but not wholly unpleasant either, and with that discovery, I realized something else. I was already halfway to it now. I knew what it felt like in my hand, what his pre tasted like on my tongue... what about the rest of it? The moment my lips touched that oddly shaped tip, Brawl shifted forward and forced several inches into my muzzle at once. I was shocked, my stroking interrupted by the sudden movement, but I held my ground and let my tongue start to explore the alien grooves and bumps of his pulsing dog cock. I couldn’t help but moan loudly. Something felt so... dirty, but so right about being pinned by our dog and being made to suck him off as a bribe to release me. Maybe this was how dogs really established their dominance. It was certainly working on me. I had half of Brawl’s length in my mouth now, the spurting tip tickling partway into my throat and only going deeper as the dog began to properly hump into me. My hand had no room to pump his length before long, so I swapped it out with my right hand to jerk myself off while I bent my right elbow behind me to give me stability on the floor. Brawl wasn’t pulling all the way back or humping forward in the way I had seen men in porn do it. This was more urgent and uncaring. The large doberman was quick and harsh, the only thing keeping him from sinking every inch into me was how my head bumped into his furry stomach on each push. I found myself arcing my head back to ensure I didn’t skewer him on my rack, though his torso fit snugly in the space between my antlers anyways. I didn’t know why I needed him to get deeper, but Brawl seemed to need every inch of his cock to be in my mouth and I weirdly felt it too. Above me I heard him panting. In front of me my eyes went a bit cross-eyed as I looked at the spread opening of his sheath, how the very base of his cock was starting to swell. It popped my jaw as Brawl sank it past my lips, and it made a wet squelch as it slipped back out before popping in all over again. I swear I could feel his length plunging halfway down my throat; all my tongue could do was rub and drool all over the thing. Whatever mass had swollen at the base of his cock no longer slipped free from my muzzle. Instead it ballooned even bigger, spreading my jaw wider. Brawl let out a low huff of a bark, not an earth shattering bellow like I had expected him to release earlier to wake my dad, but a noise of exertion and of a task finally reaching its end. Most of the dog’s load went straight down my throat when it erupted from his cock, but the volume quickly proved too much for my throat alone and a flood of it shot back and filled my mouth with a strong acrid taste. I was struggling to breathe now. My airway was cut off entirely, and I couldn’t pull my lips free from whatever mass had grown behind my teeth. So much cum was filling me up I felt my nose start to run while my eyes watered as the strain on my lungs increased. I left my dick to flop back against my stomach, trying to push the dog away in a panic, but he was locked firmly in place. My face was buried in the earthy musk of the dog’s groin, which I couldn’t even enjoy the scent of as my nose was running with cum. It didn’t stop me from trying to breathe in though. I struggled on the carpet, tensing and trying to shift myself into a better position to either get Brawl’s cock free of my throat or to open up my airways even just a little. Brawl himself simply stepped to and fro, matching each of my movements as if he wanted to actively deny me any chance at escape. Each pulse of his cock radiated through my skull and neck, growing slowly further and further apart as his stream of seed slowed. Spots appeared in my vision, but just in time I found myself able to suck in a single long breath through my nose, clogged with seed as it was. I was panting and moaning, my skin coated in sweat as my panic slowly began to settle and my breathing became easier and easier. The strong scent of dog dick and dog jizz began to be replaced by the rich musk of dog fur, and though I still couldn’t prise his swollen length from my mouth, I found myself relaxing. Brawl evidently felt the same sort of relief. He still panted away, but his hips had slowed to a stop and he ceased stepping around madly trying to keep me stuck in place. We stayed locked like that for what felt like ages. My entire world was drowning in dog; the sight of his fuzzy crotch, the pungent flavour of his cum as it coated the inside of my aching mouth... Strangely... I almost didn’t want his cock to pull free. Even as that swollen base finally shrank enough to pop from my lips, I found myself following his dick, lathering it in licks, smearing it over my lips and muzzle as it gradually retreated into his sheath. If I could see myself then; see what I looked like... A sweating, panting, red-eyed deer laying back on the floor desperately trying to lavish love and affection on the family dog’s spent cock, covered in strands of canine precum. I whimpered and moaned, pressing my face to Brawl’s crotch before the dog stepped away, his nuts hanging low enough to bump over my nose and forehead as he passed on without ceremony. He rounded the far side of the couch and made his way with the same patient pace he had arrived with towards the stairs, and I felt a sudden urge to try and keep him here with me. I crawled past the liquor cabinet in the opposite direction, clamouring to the front of the couch where I knelt before it, exposing my backside and giving a pleading little whistle to get his attention. “Come here, Brawl!” I said, oblivious to the edge of panic in my voice at the prospect the dog would leave me. “Come on! You can go again! I want you to go again!” From the foot of the stairs, Brawl looked at me with that same impassive look before he turned away and started his climb.