"In you go, ya darn rapscallion dog! If you keep showing up here and I'll have to leave a cage just for you!"
Alvin let out a grunt as he landed on the floor, thankful for the blanket as he was finally free from the dog catcher's net. He groaned, padding around the floor on all fours, letting out a little whine, bracing his paws on the gate as he eyed the dog catcher.
"I'll have to call your owners again. Now don't try anything funny this time! Now, you play nice with Bruce, ya hear?" he said before he turned away, leaving the room with a slam of the door. Alvin gave a grin as he heard the door lock.
"Heh… As if!" Alvin said as he stood up. A hastily made dog costume was all he needed to get tossed in the pound. A white zip up outfit to start, a dash of shoe polish here and there for spots, as well as a ring of the stuff painted around his eye. Other than that, he wore a simple rope for a tail, he had paper at either side of his head, folded and spotted to look like ears. A red ball served as his nose, and lastly, he wore a large collar fitted with his Fido tag.
Not that it mattered too much. Every time he ended up here, he got tossed into the same cage. And every time, he had the same "roommate". The dog catcher's own dog, Bruce. He was a big Great Dane. Most of his fur was white, but he also had big patches of grayish-black fur. He couldn't be any older than 3 years, from what Alvin knew. And it certainly wasn't their first encounter.
"Hey there, big guy. Guess who got caught again~"
Immediately, he was greeted by a long, wet and sloppy tongue that caressed over his face. Bruce certainly wasted no time saying hello. Alvin let out a little laugh, reaching up so he could scritch behind Bruce's ears, peeking around so he could watch that tail start to wag.
"Yeah yeah, I know. I missed ya too. But I can't get caught every day now can I?" said Alvin, receiving more licks to the face. "Now c'mon. Your owner's gonna try and get me outta here fast, so let's hop to it, big guy." He gave Bruce a pat between the ears before he crouched down, getting on all fours as he crawled beneath the large dog.
Bruce barked, but held himself stil, his tail wagging faster as he waited patiently.
The first thing that Alvin saw was the Great Dane's crotch, a darker shade of black than the spots on its fur. And right between those legs… Alvin's mouth started to water. Just the thing he had gotten himself in the doghouse for, so to speak.
"You ready, Brucie?" Alvin asked.
"Rowf!"
*Alvin's POV *
Well, here goes nothing.
I leaned forward, sniffing all over that huge reddish-pink cock. Hey, when you're pretending to be a dog, it helps to get into character. It's not a shock he was getting excited by me just showing up at this point. And… maybe it wasn't exactly the best of smells, but I didn't mind. It certainly wasn't too overwhelming.
Bruce was panting loudly, I could hear it. Didn't want to keep him waiting.
I took the tip into my mouth first. Slowly, I began to suck, running my tongue over. He tasted the same as always: a tad bitter, hard on texture but still good. Along with some stringy precum that just dribbled out freely.
The first few times, I had to say, I wasn't exactly thrilled about going to town giving a doggy blowjob. But after awhile you do get used to it. Now I was like a dog, a shameless bottom dog really going all out and sucking away on that canine meat like there was no tomorrow. Bruce growled, taking a few steps closer to me. I gave his hips a little push so he'd stay in place while I worked his shaft around.
The more I licked, the harder I could feel his shaft throbbing, really starting to fill up my maw. No wonder Bruce was fidgeting.
But I wasn't the only one enjoying the moment.
I paused for a moment, listening to the soft, pleading whines that echoed off the cage walls. "Mmf… We gotta be fast, so don't hold back, you hear?" I told him, patting his leg as I went back down on his shaft.
This time, I went down as far as I could, reaching well past the middle of his cock this time. Hearing Bruce's impatient whimpers were a reward for sure, but the splashes of doggy pre at the back of my throat kept me going. I couldn't get much of the taste like that, but at least he was turned on enough to give it up.
Another pat on his thigh and Bruce was thrusting his hips. I forced myself to stay still and take it, even when his tip was jabbing my throat. After all this, it wasn't hard for me to keep him down.
His whines died down to a near constant panting now, interrupted every now and then by a pleased growl. I sucked on him, I worked my tongue around his length, I even drooled to let it mix with his pre.
After a while of that, I reached for the costume's zipper and tugged it down. This time, I wasn't wearing anything under it. Cool air feels good on a naked body, even if you have fur. My hand stayed down there, grabbing at my own shaft. What? Can't expect me to do something I like and not pop a boner from it!
I grabbed it nice and tight, working my hand up and down slowly. Gosh, what a feeling! I wanted both hands working away, but I needed the other to hold onto Bruce. Still, I had to cum, and fast! That catcher could be back any moment, after all.
Then I felt something else nuzzle against my crotch. I looked down. It was Bruce's turn now to give me a sniff, his wet soft nose going over my length and up and down my chest.
"H-hey Brucie…" I bit my lip. "Y-ya wanna give me a hand here?"
Just another "Rowf!" from good old Bruce. From the way he's wagging his tail, I guess he wants it just as badly. I rolled over then, laying out on my back while he still leaned over me.
As soon as my legs were spread, Bruce went to work. His head ducked between my legs and instantly I felt that broad, wet tongue of his running all over my shaft. I would have moaned, but a quick thrust of his hips had me deepthroating Bruce's meat again.
It's a good thing I had my mouth full of doggy cock, or else I would have been moaning out loud. Bruce isn't much of a deepthroater, but God, I just love the way his rough, sloppy licks work all over my length. I could feel that tongue going up and down, slurping around like he's eating a sausage.
Maybe he knew we had to rush. Bruce's assault didn't stop at all. Between his tough licks, and the hard thrusts of his hips, my head was spinning.
Bruce growled a little in between his licks, focusing them at my cockhead. He knew that was the most sensitive spot for sure. Every drop of pre that came was licked away in an instant. And having him plowing at my face isn't helping me hold it back. Heck, his balls were hitting on my nose each time he bucked forward. He's got a pretty nice musky smell, and it's hard not to resist breathing deep.
I arched up my back a little as I tried to hump upwards. My dick pulsed hard on his tongue while he kept his focus on the tip. Now, I don't like having to rush him, but at this rate I'd be bursting before him! So… I reached up and started to rub at the base of his cock, right behind his knot. It made him slow down, but the way he was panting showed he was still getting close.
Up above, Bruce whined and growled from my touch, but I started stroking that spot with his thrusts. And soon enough, my tongue was met by his spunk. Bruce grunted and lowered his head on my cock, keeping it inside of his mouth as he hilted in mine, unloading himself in several hot, gooey spurts.
The stuff was slick on my tongue, definitely salty with a bitter hint to it, but I downed it anyways. The first time he finished, I ended up spitting it all out. But now, I could keep it in my belly no problem. Heck, I almost came myself! I held it back, though, even if it was close to spilling over.
Bruce let out a whine once more, struggling in my hand before I finally let him dismount. He sat down and immediately started licking all over his shaft as it bobbed about. I wiped my lips and watched him. "Heh… We're not done yet." I said simply.
I grabbed my "tail" and started to tug it, gritting my teeth at the sensation. I had to give it a few good yanks, but soon enough I managed to get it to come off. See, the rope part of the tail was just visual. The rest, though, was a nicely sized butt plug. Red, of course, and it was just enough to keep me stretched out for a while.
"Gah… C-Come on, Bruce, no time for cooldown." I said, getting down on all fours and raising up my butt. I got his attention by patting my thigh, then parting the hole that was in the suit now.
He lifted his head and padded on over to me, quickly mounting me and bucking his hips as he tried to find my hole. I pressed my chest to the floor then, squeezing down on Bruce's forelegs as I waited.
*Normal POV*
Lucky for Alvin, this wasn't his first ride with Bruce. The large dog was prodding at his hole almost instantly, his shaft pulsating roughly with his heartbeat. Bruce thrust his hips forward, jabbing his tip firmly against Alvin's loosened ass again and again until he finally slipped inside.
In just two quick movements, half of Bruce's dick was buried inside of Alvin, with the rest of it following soon after. Down below, Alvin had bitten into the blanket in order to stay as quiet as possible. A task proven difficult when Bruce fell into his usual frenzied humping. The force of his motions alone had Alvin rocking back and forth!
Alvin grunted and moaned each time Bruce's hips met with his rear. He clawed at the blanket, nearly tearing clean through it from the sheer rush of bliss that assaulted him. Up and down his spine pleasure ran, and Alvin forced himself to just take it.
Having not finished with Bruce earlier though, meant that Alvin's shaft was still dangling free, stiff as a bone and throbbing hard. And Bruce wasn't slowing down. If anything, he just kept on pushing in deeper and deeper, letting out countless pleasure growls as Alvin's walls squished and molded around his bucking length, always giving it a perfect fit.
"G-Guh... c'mon Bruce… Alvie's gonna cum.." Alvin panted. He managed to scoot himself even closer to Bruce, keeping on all fours as he raised his butt as high as he could manage. Each time Bruce delved back into him, he felt that knot press on his hole, teasing him along as he tried to clench on it to no avail. It was like the dog knew he was taunting Alvin.
But, soon enough, Alvin's patience and desperation were both rewarded. Bruce's hips collided with his rear one last time and, with a little effort, squeezed that huge knot right inside. Lights danced about in Alvin's vision as he felt those first few squirts stain his walls. After that, it was all over. Alvin ended up letting out a howl of his own as he arched up his back. His cock pulsed once more, then began to unload his own sticky white right onto the blanket below, puddling up for just a moment before it seeped into the blanket, just to be replaced with more and more of the stuff as Alvin shot it out.
Orgasm had a tight hold on them both, but afterglow settled in soon after. Alvin was left slumped on the floor, his butt still lifted nice and high while Bruce turned away from him, their rears touching together as that knot kept them locked in place.
"J-Jeez… that's a gooood boy, Bruce…" Alvin praised, drooling a little on the blanket. "Keep on filling me with that hot, sticky-"
Alvin quickly went quiet. The sound of an undone lock broke him out of his blissful stupor and made him look at the door as it slowly creaked open, soth the sound of the catcher's voice guiding someone along sending shivers down Alvin's spine.
"Ah! Bruce, pull out, pull out!" Alvin gasped, squirming around as he tried his best to get from beneath Bruce. Try as he might, that knot didn't relent at all. Alvin continued to struggle until a clearing throat drew away his focus.
When he caught the gaze of his guardian, all he could do was muster up a weak little smile. "Ehehe… Heyyy Dave… You won't be-lieve what happened tonight."
A/N
Heh. This chapter was requested to me by a friend. And I also had a helping hand from Winddragon Eternal, as usual. :) Hope you enjoyed it, and hopefully my bud enjoys what we came up with.
KRS, Out!