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The scratchy, static-y radio was the only sound in the cab of the beat-up old pickup as Mark drove down the dusty road. The air conditioner did its best to combat the lingering heat in the air, but sweat still dampened the boar's fur and filled the stale air in the truck with his musky odor. It was a Sunday, and the college-aged male hadn't showered since practice on Friday, and so his scent was potent and just this side of rank. Not that he minded, and he knew that his father didn't either.

His lips quirked up into a smile as he thought about his dad; his lover and unofficial husband. He was staying with the older boar over the holiday weekend—“Barely go back for a few weeks n' you already got a holiday? Lucky son of a gun," his father had guffawed as they hugged and kissed and held hands on the drive home from the bus stop on Friday evening—and couldn't be happier to have a three-day weekend to spend with the man. His man. His heart fluttered as he glanced to the plain gold band on his left ring finger. It may've been cheap, but it meant the world to Mark whether it was on a chain under his shirt at school or on his finger at home.

He was broken out of his thoughts as something leapt onto the road in front of the truck.

With a bitten-off curse, Mark slammed his foot on the break and almost ran off the road as he swerved to avoid the thing; he could only thank his lucky stars he was out in the country, and so was pretty much the only one out and about. Heart still pounding in his chest, Mark took a moment to rest his forehead on the steering wheel and take deep, slow breaths to calm down. Then he shifted into park, threw his seatbelt off, and spilled out of the cab to find what had almost made him crash. He hadn't felt any impact, so he was pretty sure he hadn't run the thing over, thank goodness. But if it was someone's pet running around, then he should at least try to do his civic duty and see if he could find its owner, right?

The tall grass rustled as something snuffled and moved about within it. When Mark turned toward the source of the noise, kneeling down and patting the ground as he called out, he didn't expect to be nearly bowled over by an eager mass of fur and slobber. He grunted and sputtered and gently pushed the licking tongue and wet nose away to get a look at his assailant—an older-looking Great Dane, large and stocky and panting heavily in the heat.

“Well hey, boy. What're you doing out here?" He scratched at the brown scruff of the canine's neck—no collar, he noticed—and the dog answered with a whine and harrumph as the boars fingers worked up behind its docked ears. He peeked down under the dog's belly, confirming it was indeed a boy—and intact, he couldn't help but notice—and then looked back into the dog's shining, grinning eyes while cupping its face. “Where's your owner, huh?"

The feral canine, of course, couldn't answer. Its stubby, docked tail waggled as it let out a sharp yip, and then continued panting while gazing up at Mark.

Mark sighed, petting the dog and scratching behind its ears—it really loved that, judging by the way one hind leg lifted up to shake and shudder—and stood up. He looked left, and he looked right; just open fields as far as he could see, no place for the Great Dane to have come from. “Well, fuck. Why don't we get you home and cleaned up, then see if we can't find who you belong to. Sound good?" The dog cocked its head at Mark, watching as the boar moved over to the passenger side of the truck and opened the door. When Mark whistled again, though, the dog trotted over and leapt—with a little bit of difficulty—up onto the seat, and then looked to him with a wide doggy grin. Mark couldn't help letting out a soft laugh and a murmured “Good boy," as he gave the Great Dane's back a quick pat and then closed the door.

He whistled softly as he moved around the truck to the driver's side. Head out for a couple errands and come back with a new friend; he was having a pretty good day, and some part of him was hoping that he and his father wouldn't be able to find the Great Dane's owner. He'd always loved dogs, but had never had the chance to have one as a pet growing up. Maybe if he could convince his father, he could finally have one now.

He opened the driver's side door and had to gently push the canine back over the console into the passenger's side; the Great Dane was sniffing and snuffling at the driver's seat with apparent keen interest. “What, you like the smell of my ass that much, boy?" Mark laughed, hopping into his seat and closing the door. He quickly noticed a scent other than his own lingering in the air; pungent and animalistic, and somewhat similar to the unwashed musk of his own body, or maybe that of his father. “Hoo, that you, boy?" He chuckled and reached over to ruffle the dog's ears, and received a happy bark in response. “Heh, guess I can say I like your smell, too."

Silence fell in the truck's cab. Mark had to breathe in heavily—even as athletic as he was, carrying his bulk around in the hot son was no easy task—and so his lungs were quickly filled with the dog's scent. He shook his head, wondering exactly what it was he was thinking; it was a dog. He might've been a massive musk-slut—something he proudly inherited from his daddy—and a kinky son of a gun—again, inherited—but the thoughts rising up through the aromatic fog licking at his brain were way too much. He huffed, patted the Great Dane's back once more, and started the car up.

As he drove, he tried to keep his focus completely on the road. He turned the AC on max, but that just recycled the reeking air of the cabin. He rolled down the windows, but even the rushing wind couldn't seem to combat the smell. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, hummed to himself, bounced his knee against the keychain dangling from the ignition. But he still couldn't keep that just-this-side-of-raunchy aroma off his mind.

And it seemed someone else was just as interested in his aroma, if the graying muzzle pushing back over the console to snuffle into his crotch was any indication.

Mark's breath caught in his throat as he quickly pulled to the side of the road, trying not to choke—and quickly turning to catch and steady the dog as the cabin rocked at the sudden stop. The young boar hadn't realized that he'd gotten hard until he felt the Great Dane's snout pushing against the firm curve of his erection through his jeans. He stared down at the panting, grinning pooch while stroking its head and ears as he teetered on the brink. This was a dog, a feral one, and what he was thinking was beyond the pale of perversion. Then again, Mark was no stranger to perversion—as his father, the man he loved and had sweaty, musk-huffing, incestuous sex with every chance he got could attest.

The boar gulped, looked into the Great Dane's shining eyes, and took the plunge. “You, uh… you like the smell of my dick, boy?"

Again, the feral canine couldn't answer, at least not with words. But as Mark shifted in his seat, working his jeans open and pushing them down his legs to expose the throbbing tent in his rank, stained jockstrap, the dog pushed right back over to bury its snout into the smelly fabric. Mark stroked the dog's head, murmuring out low moans of “Good boy," as the Great Dane eagerly explored its new friend. The young boar then took a peek between the dog's hind legs, and felt another gulp catch in his throat. The angry-red, thick, pointed tip of the Great Dane's cock was pushing out of its sheath, peeking out like a beast in its hovel that needed to be coaxed all the way out.

And coax Mark did. His hand petted and scratched its way over the Great Dane's ears, its neck, down its back to its flanks. He breathed in, letting the rich, heady scent of their mixed musks wash away any lingering doubts he had, and then cupped the dog's balls. Stroked his thumb over the velvety, fur-coated sack and hefted the heavy orbs within. He gave them a gentle squeeze and tug, and felt a huff of air against his crotch as the dog shifted and a bit more of its shaft slid free from its sheath. “Good boy… sexy boy. You got a nice pair of big, beautiful balls, don'tcha?" The Great Dane shifted again, standing up on the seat; probably to get a better angle as it continued sniffing the boars own good-sized balls, but Mark preferred to imagine that it was letting him get better access to its package. The boar let his thick fingertip massage the furry expanse behind the dog's balls, and then push up under the canine's waggling tail-stump to brush over the greasy pucker underneath.

He then brought his hand back to his face and took a deep, huffing breath of the smell staining his digits. Heady, almost cloying, and with a bestial tinge that sent a thrill down the young boar's spine. Mark groaned and had to fish his cock out of his pre-soaked jock with his free hand to give the pulsing, dribbling length a squeeze, and his toes curled with pleasure when the Great Dane's hot, wet tongue flicked over the soaked tip. “Oh fuck, boy." Mark panted almost as hard as the dog was, rolling his foreskin back and forth over his sensitive cockhead as he continued sniffing the traces of canine musk on his hand; even the ranker scent of doggy ass on his fingertip sent a throb through his length.

He needed to smell that rich aroma straight from the source.

It took a little doing—even if the cabin of the truck was large, both he and the dog were as well, and so what space they had quickly became cramped—but Mark eventually found a position that was comfortable for him and the Great Dane. He was hunched over the console, his belly pressing into it as he twisted his waist around and bent over in his seat, while the canine was standing on the passenger seat with its chest and forepaws on Mark's back. This allowed the boar to push up right into the canine's sheath, balls, and emerging cock. His cheeks burned, and he resumed stroking his erection while taking a deep breath of the pungent aroma wafting from the package before him. Then his free hand came up to cup and rub the dog's heavy sack once more as he pushed a little farther, taking a sniff of the emerging red length, and finally let his tongue out to caress the tip of the Great Dane's own pulsing cock. The taste tingled on Mark's tongue, spicy and strong, and he found himself lapping and kissing the dog's malehood with all the love and care he usually gave his father while he squeezed and pumped the canine's sheath and balls. More and more cock spilled out, quickly growing erect as Mark watched in awe.

The Great Dane was hung. Really fucking hung. Thick all along the shaft, and even thicker at the base—where its knot would swell up when it was ready to cum. Mark groaned and, like the dog's cock was a magnet and his mouth was a lump of iron, was drawn forward to take the hot shaft into his mouth. He felt the Great Dane huff and rumble above him while he suckled, tasting the rich feral precum spilling out of the tip. The boar swirled his tongue over the pulsing flesh, tracing the veins he could feel under it down the shaft while pushing forward. His lips kissed the opening of the dogs sheath, and then worked over the base of the canine erection—his new friend really liked that, bucking forward with an eager bark—while he swallowed around the shaft as it pushed into his throat. Mark thanked his lucky stars that he was well-experienced—with his father, with his roommate at college, and even with the few of his teammates that he'd successfully propositioned—or else he'd probably be choking and gagging around all the cock the dog was shoving into him.

That was right, he thought as he bobbed into the eager, animalistic humping the Great Dane was giving his face. This wasn't the tender lovemaking the boar shared with his father, nor was this the eager exploration he and Jimmy did with each other; this wasn't even the rougher sex he'd have with his teammates, filled with curses and protestations that it was just 'bros helping each other out'. To the canine, Mark's mouth and throat was just another hot, tight, wet hole to thrust into. To dump its seed in. To breed, rocking and slamming its hips until it filled the boar with virile dog cum.

Mark groaned and pulled off, clenching his eyes shut and feeling the saliva-soaked length slapping against his cheeks as he squeezed his own throbbing cock. The thoughts swirling through his lust-hazed mind had almost made him blow his own load onto the driver's seat and console. “Fuck. Oh fuck, such a good boy. Fucking my face like a champ…" The boar opened his eyes to take in the sight of the dog's pulsing breeding tool, the length bobbing and bouncing with every thrust of the Great Dane's still-working hips. The dog whined at the loss of the wet hole around its cock, and Mark gently patted its side. “I know, bud, I know. You wanna fuck, don'tcha?" He took another look at the dog's cock, massive and heavy between its hind legs.

It was beautiful, and he wanted it deep in him. He wanted this dog breeding his guts.

Again, it took a while to find a comfortable position. He needed to lift the Great Dane up and shift it over—no easy task, considering the dog's bulk, but at least it gave the young boar an opportunity to stroke his new friend's musky, furry body and breathe in the dog's scent—so that he could push further into the passenger seat and make room behind him. Eventually, the two fell into a comfortable—well, comfortable enough—position. The Great Dane mounted Mark, still humping away as its panting breath washed over the nape of the boar's neck. Its forepaws on Mark's shoulders as its soft underbelly settled on his back. Mark moaned and sighed, reaching behind him to grasp the dog's cock. Helped to position it. Pressed the firm tip against his eager hole.

As soon as it felt the moist, greasy pucker kissing the tip of its cock, the Great Dane slammed forward to bury itself in Mark's depths.

Mark groaned as the massive member pushed into him, stretching his passage open wide with all the force of car crash and then working in and out without delay. This wasn't just rough fucking, this was animalistic mating. Breeding. In and out, the dog's cock grinding against his clenching, clutching inner walls. The boar breathed in the reek of musk and sex hanging in the air, and reached down to stroke himself while relaxing as much as he could to let the canine use him.

Every thrust sent sparks straight up his spine into his brain. The jabbing at his inner walls made his toes curl and his cock jump in his grasp. The dog's malehood was gargantuan inside him, easily pressing and rubbing against that spot inside his ass that always made him see stars. Mark began to pant and rock back against the Great Dane's pumping hips, answering the grunting and huffing of the feral canine with moans of his own. “Oh yeah, that's it, bud. Fuck me hard. Make me your breeding hole, boy. Make me your bitch…" He'd talked dirty with his father before, with Jimmy, with the guys on the team, but it had never been like this. Groaning out between heavy breaths as he was fucked by a literal animal sent a thrill shooting through his gut and straight to the base of his dribbling cock.

As the fucking continued, however, the boar began to wince and whimper; the inflating knot at the base of the canine cock within him tugged and stretched the rim of his hole. It wasn't too different from what Jimmy had, so he was used to taking a knot, but the sheer size of it as it grew larger and larger with every slam into his guts started making Mark see stars. He could only try to relax his back passage as much as he could, and take the pounding the Great Dane was giving him like a man. He stroked himself in time with the dog's humping to distract himself from the sharp pins of pain pricking through the pleasure of being so utterly and completely filled; but that just made his hole clench around the length inside him and his ring tighten around the knot popping in and out of it with every pass.

Then the dog slammed forward and howled out its orgasm while its knot swelled even further, and Mark screamed. It hurt. It hurt so goddamn much. But even through it all, the dull pleasure throbbed like an undercurrent through his crotch, and the boar splattered the console with his own virile seed.

Finally he panted, groaned, and whined, as did the dog on top of him while they settled into their respective afterglows. Still, there were sharp spikes of pain as the Great Dane tugged its knot against the clenched hole it was plugging up. Mark's guts felt bloated, but pleasantly so as they were filled with canine cum.

Then a thought broke through the haze of pleasure his mind had sunken into: he was going to be stuck like this until the dog's knot deflated.

“…Fuck."

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Hours later, he stood before his father as the older boar sat on the couch. The Great Dane—Mark had decided to call the canine 'Bud' for now, and Bud had seemed to take to his new name well—snuffled and explored around the living room, seemingly unconcerned by the two boars. “So. That's why it took ya four hours ta run a couple errands at the store."

“Yessir…" Mark shifted from foot to foot, wincing occasionally at the sharp stinging of his sore, abused hole. He'd discarded his clothes as soon as he had returned home—he and his father only wore their underwear around the house, and had been doing so since they first started having sex with each other—and Rob had noticed the trickle of cum running down the back of Mark's thigh. Mark couldn't lie to his father, and so had spilled the entire story; from first finding Bud to getting fucked by the Great Dane in the truck.

Rob sighed, deep and heavy as he scratched at his belly. Mark could see the slowly-rising tent in the older boar's heavily-stained jock, and gulped as his own cock began stirring once more. Over the year they'd been together as a couple, both father and son had been completely open in sharing their kinkiest, dirtiest thoughts and fantasies with each other, so Mark knew that Rob wouldn't shame him for getting fucked by Bud. However, his father's next words took Mark a little bit by surprise. “Turn around n' show me, boy." Mark blushed, feeling another pulse in his crotch, and obeyed his father; he turned around, bent over at the waist, and reached back to spread his ass wide open as he pushed it back towards his father. “God damn, Mark…"

The hoarse exclamation from behind sent a thrill down the younger boar's spine, but it was his father grasping his thickly-furred asscheeks and shifting forward to breathe a humid puff of air over his slackened, stretched hole that made Mark's own breath hitch in a needy moan. And then he felt it, Rob's tongue brushing against his sore pucker to lap and swirl around the rim and delve into his cum-filled passage. “Awww fuck, dad...!" The younger boar clenched his eyes shut as the slick, wriggling muscle caressed his inner walls, and palmed the newly-pitched tent in his jock as he listened to the rising sounds of slurping and gulping from behind. “Yeah, that's it, daddy… taste good? You like sucking the cum right out of your son's hole?"

“Fuck yeah I do." The throaty croon of Rob's words was accompanied by a sharp smack on Mark's flank as the older boar pulled back, lapping up the dribbles of cum that had wandered down his son's taint. “Yer hole always tastes delicious with a fresh glaze a' cum, Mark. N' goddamn if you didn't have enough up yer tailpipe to've been from ten men."

“Goddamn, then." The younger boar chuckled, moaned, and fished out his cock to pump the throbbing length—and his breath hitched again as a hot, wet tongue flicked over it. He looked down to see Bud snuffling into his crotch once more. “And it looks like Bud here loves cock as much as you or me. Don'tcha, Buddy-boy?" He lightly tapped the canine's snout with his erection, and grinned when the Great Dane huffed and chuffed and turned its head to resume dragging its tongue along the musky length.

“Fuckin' nice." Mark groaned in pleasure when Rob grasped the younger boar's balls and gave them a squeeze while dragging his own tongue along the length of Mark's crack once more. “Feel good to have him fuckin' you, boy?"

“It felt amazing, dad, I loved Bud's dick fucking me almost as much as I love yours." Mark took a deep breath, mind flickering and floundering in pleasure. “You wanna try?" The words were past his lips before he realized it, but when he looked over his shoulder to see the wide grin on his father's face, he realized they were the start of a new chapter in their family's life.

A few minutes later, Rob was on his hands and knees on the living room floor, stroking the tent in his jock as Mark ate the older boar out. Mark tongued and fingered his father's hole, stretching the inner walls to prepare Rob for the marathon fuck he knew Bud would give the older boar, and then finally whistled to the Great Dane to call him over. Bud bounded over with a low bark, and it only took a pat on Rob's back and a command of “Up, boy!" for the dog to mount him. And then, it only took a bit of fondling and squeezing and stroking from Mark—and a bit of rubbing the inside of the younger boar's jock pouch on the dog's nose, letting him breathe in the reeking scent of horny male—to get Bud's cock back out. Mark held it in his hands for just a moment, once more taking in the sheer size of the canine cock with open awe, and then positioned the tip at Rob's entrance. “Ready, dad?"

“I been ready, boy. Let 'im fuck me hard."

“You sure?"

“Dammit, boy, I can take it! Now come on!" Rob tried to keep his voice firm and commandeering, but they could both hear the needy whine seeping into it.

“Alright… breed 'im, boy!" Mark let go of Bud's hips, and watched as the dog slammed his breeding tool home into yet another tight, wet hole. The younger boar winced at the groan of pain from his father, and stroked the older boar's shoulders as Rob huffed and panted at the merciless pounding he was getting.

“Fuck… oh fuck, boy!"

“I know, daddy, I know. Shhh. Here…" Mark moved to kneel at Rob's front end, cupping his father's face and guiding the older boar into his crotch. Rob took deep breaths of his son's rich, heady scent, both to distract him from the sharp stinging in his stretched inner walls and to fuel the erection dribbling and pulsing between his own legs. He latched onto Mark's cock, suckling and bobbing and looking up into his son's eyes, and Mark began to work into his father's mouth and throat; he was, of course, much gentler than the rough slamming Bud was giving the older boar's rear end. And speaking of Bud, Mark petted and stroked the Great Dane's head and scratched behind his ears as the dog panted and whined with bestial lust. “Good boy, Buddy. Good boy…"

Rob gagged, coughed, and pulled off of Mark's cock. “Shit… oh fuckin' shit, knot…!"

Mark leaned over, trying to get a good look around his father's body, and his eyes widened. 'Massive' was a grievous understatement for the size of the thick knot popping in and out of Rob's ring; had he actually been able to take that monster? Mark could only hump against Rob's face and reach down to stroke his father's leaking erection, murmuring lovingly to the older boar. “Alright, he's almost done, dad…"

When it finally came, Bud howled as he popped his knot into Rob's clenching hole one more time and Rob screamed as his guts were filled with hot feral cum—and the older boar's cock pulsed and spurted his own seed into the pouch of his jock, adding to the stains on the musky fabric—while Mark stroked and petted and kissed both man and beast. The younger boar watched in awe from the outside this time as Bud bred a tight, eager hole, and aimed his cock to let his own cum splatter over his father's flushed face. Then Rob collapsed onto the floor, groaning and moaning and panting. Bud whined and turned himself around to tug his knot against the vice grip of Rob's rim. And Mark lay beside his father, kissing the older boar slow and deep, and asked, “Can we keep him?"

Rob sighed. He murmured and mumbled to himself. It took a while for the haze of afterglow to recede from the older boar's mind, but he finally let out a tired laugh. “We'll put fliers up in town fer a week, n' see if you can't post somethin' up online. If no one claims 'im, then hell yeah, boy. We're gonna keep this breedin' stud."

Mark hugged his father tight, overjoyed. Even if someone did claim Bud—again part of him hoped and prayed that they wouldn't—for the week they had him the Great Dane would be a welcome addition to their family. Their gay, raunchy, kinky, loving family.