"Hey kid. You not with your friends today?"

The Chocolate Labrador's ears perked-- as much as they could, anyway-- to the sound of someone talking, but he already knew who it was before even seeing them. The young pup boy turned on the spot and stared over at the fence that separated his backyard from the neighbour's own. There, propped up on the top of the fence with their arms folded over the flat tip, was his neighbour.

"Hello, Mr. Carver." The boy adjusted the bike helmet on his head, having to put in some effort to work the goggles upwards that were otherwise clasped over his face. The boy, Jules, had known his neighbour for quite some time, and this wasn't the first time they'd spoken over the fence. From what Jules could remember, he did some kind of office job during the day, but only worked half of the week...or something like that.

"I told you, kiddo, you could call me Rowan." The man insisted, his tone taking on a brief Irish-esque tilt before it slipped back into something more American. This was a quirk Jules was familiar with, but never really commented on; it seemed impolite.

"Um, okay, Mr. Rowan." The Labrador offered a goofy grin as the man's expression soured. Like him, Rowan was a canine, though he seemed to be a mixture of two different breeds that gave him pointy ears and, when they talked near the front of their respective houses, a curly tail, but Rowan also had black, white and brown fur. Jules had mistaken him for a Doberman at first, but the occasional streak of white that lined some of his short fur told a different story.

"Where're your buddies at today, huh? I thought you'd be out biking around the streets or somethin'." Not an uncommon question for Rowan to have, since he always seemed interested in Jules's private life...and the small boy saw no harm in telling him, usually.

"Tommy and Harlan are away to see their folks for the weekend," Jules commented. "And Ryan...I think he's playing some new game at home."

"That's a shame," The man rolled his head to the side, glancing towards the back porch of Jules's home. "Are you bored?"

"Um...not really. Maybe a little," Jules turned towards the backyard and made a gesture over the various toys he had laid out, alongside the toy blaster in his hand. "I'm playing Space Pirate."

"Right, right...'space pirate'," Rowan hummed. "Are your folks in?"

"My mom's home...dad's at work I think." He replied nonchalantly, looking down at his toy. Rowan asked a lot of questions. He didn't know if he liked that completely, but he didn't really tell him to stop, either. Though talkative, Jules could be an apprehensive kid, and he was also pretty impressionable; a nice person could easily get him talking, and Rowan often did just that.

"Well, if you want to have some more fun...I've got some movies and games in my living room. If you want to check it out, of course." This wasn't the first time Rowan had tried to ask Jules to hang out with him at home, but something about it always made him a little apprehensive. Was it the way he asked, or the quantity of it? He never seemed mad when Jules said no, but he never stopped asking either. Would his mom mind if he did? He wasn't sure.

Jules looked back up at the man, who was staring at him with a sort of intense expression, but it was difficult to understand why. Jules hummed on the spot and squirmed, shifting on his feet and adjusting his rounded glasses and loose T-shirt-- it was a hot day, so he only really wore a shirt and shorts.

"You could play with my dogs, too." Rowan tried to suggest, but it wasn't a novel idea; Jules had seen them, and they were cute and fun, but it also wasn't the first time he'd brought it up. Part of the boy's resistance was starting to wane, mostly on account of the fact he was a little bored, but also simply due to the man's insistence.

"Are you asking me because you're bored?" Jules pointedly asked, causing Rowan to do a brief double-take, surprised by his response. He quickly smoothed over his features, however.

"What if I am?" He replied with a big, goofy grin. Just the sight of it made Jules lower his guard even more, enough for him to elicit a giggle.

"I don't think my mom will mind, so...okay. I'll come around the front." Jules dropped his blaster onto the grass and tugged the helmet up and over his head, shaking the fur out as his floppy ears swung left and right. Retrieving his toys, he cast another glance at Rowan, who sort of saluted and dipped down behind the tall fence, before the pup made his way back indoors. His mother was working on chores around the house, so all it took was a quick conversation and a reserved acceptance for him to be allowed to go; Rowan had occasionally given them cookies or gifts around the holidays, so maybe that was why she was okay with it...and if she was, then Jules was also. He left his toys in the living room as he headed outside, taking just the handful of steps down the pavement in his bare paws until he reached Mr. Carver's door.

It seemed like the canine was waiting for him, for Jules didn't even get to knock before the door swung open to reveal the adult in all his glory. He was clad in a tank top and a pair of shorts, feeling the heat just as much as Jules, and behind him the boy could already see his neighbour's two dogs-- one of them called something like a Belgian Malinois, though it just looked like a German Shepherd to him, and the other was another kind of shepherd, but they had short, floppy ears and a coat with similar colours to a Labrador Retriever, though he sported a dark-coloured face, with black fur around his nose and ears.

"Kid, this is Enzo," He pointed to the Malinois first, then to the other. "And Jax."

"H-Hello." Jules sort of waved at them, though it didn't elicit much of a response, and Rowan stepped to the side so that the cub could step forward. Jules sheepishly took a step inside and immediately felt a hand against his back, pushing him a little further inwards, enough for Rowan to close the door.

Jules was greeted to a surprisingly cosy home. The hallway was a mixture of white and cream, with dark mahogany steps leading up to the rooms above, and directly on the left was a spacious living room with an array of dark leather and wood furniture, all of it dark, rich colours to serve as a contrast to the otherwise bright and bland walls. A large television sat mounted above a grand fireplace, directly opposite a sleek, long leather couch that could have housed at least 4 people side by side, with a right-angle corner section with an additional section of couch for someone to spread their legs out. There were little dressers and glass-covered units that displayed trophies, pictures and little trinkets, as well as a mahogany coffee table that had a steamy cup of coffee already sitting there.

Jules didn't get to see much of the rest of the house, as Rowan more or less guided him towards the living room. A careful examination around the fireplace with his young, attentive eyes revealed a handful of game consoles and a stack of DVDs laid out along a sleek wooden unit to the left of the fireplace, out of range of the fire.

"What are we gonna play?" Jules asked tentatively, unsure if his neighbour even had the latest Bark of Duty or even Furnite. In response, the canine merely chuckled and lounged back into a seat on the couch as his dogs pattered around the room, sniffing the air and occasionally approaching Jules, who merely turned on the spot to look over at the man with a curious expression.

"Before that..." Rowan began, patting the seat next to him. "Why don't you sit for a moment? You've been running around out there for the past 2 hours, you must be tired."

"Was I...?" He didn't know he'd been out there that long, and the fact that Rowan had been watching him that entire time more or less flew right over his head. The impressionable pup obliged the man's request and moved back towards the couch, initially taking a seat some spaces away from him, though the mixed-breed canine quickly closed the gap. Rowan looped a dark-furred arm around the boy's shoulders, hovering at first before he squeezed his upper arm, leaning in close.


"So, you like video games?" Rowan asked, causing Jules to nod, his gaze cast down. "I play a few myself. I have some other games that we could play too..."


"What kind?" Jules didn't get what the man meant at first. The man leant in further, angling his body to the side so that his own shoulder brushed with Jules's own, or at least the bottom section of it closer to the elbow.


"It's a fun game," Rowan continued, noticeably without making it clear what the game was. "And it's one that you'll enjoy very much, if you just say you want to play."


"Um, Mr. Carver, you're making me kind of uncomfortable..." He couldn't really put a finger on why, but if he had to guess, it was due to how close the man was getting, constantly nudging and scooting closer to the point where the boy felt like he just wanted to move away...only he couldn't, thanks to that hand around his arm, pulling him close. Rowan chuckled under his breath as his other hand came forward, and the weight of it pressed against Jules's shorts, a couple of fingers passing the hem to touch with his bare brown fur.


"You don't have to feel awkward. It's just the two of us here." Rowan muttered quietly, his voice low with a strangely husky tone to it. His hand snaked towards Jules's inner thigh and the young cub instinctively snapped his hands outwards to the man's forearm, instinctively trying to push him back. Jules, however, was not a particularly strong boy, and there wasn't a lot of force behind his hands anyway. Apprehensiveness washed over him as the man inched his hand closer and closer, and Jules grunted, squirming in his seat.


"Y-You're..." He wanted to tell the man he wasn't meant to touch there, and he'd been taught that he wasn't meant to, but even the beginnings of his complaint fell on deaf ears; Rowan unabashedly brought his hand closer and closer until his digits traced along the boy's body mere inches from his crotch. His grip on the cub's arm strengthened to hold him in place as he pushed just far enough for his hand to twist, and his palm to press directly down into the boy's package. Jules knew Rowan could feel the entire outline of his crotch, and just the feeling of it made the pup uncomfortable. Heat rose to his cheeks as he attempted to slide backwards on the couch, to move away, but his back was already pressed to the cushions, with the firmness of the hybrid canine's arm pressed across his shoulder blades.


"Shhh..." Rowan hushed his whining complaints as he flexed and rolled his palm against his crotch, feeling out the entirety of his little package, his digits roaming down to brush across where he thought the boy's balls might be. Jules nervously tried to push him away again, and his fervency only increased when Rowan visibly became impatient and moved his hand up to start trying to undo the boy's shorts. The young canine made a point of attempting to cover his own shorts with his hands in some way, but Rowan was remarkably persistent.


"There we go...it's okay, Jules," The canine murmured quietly, popping the button free after some effort and pushing down the zipper as he wormed his hands expertly around the boy's own, avoiding his invading fingers. "You're going to enjoy this game a lot, trust me."


Jules's lower muzzle wobbled slightly as his shorts parted, and Rowan delved his digits down against the cub's briefs, trailing the waistband of the fabric before he plucked at it dexterously with a claw, opening it up so that a couple of fingers could slip inside. Where one finger managed to sink in, the others soon followed, until the man's hand was fully entrenched in the cub's crotch. He roamed, fumbling around until his fingers easily brushed with the heated warmth of the pup's boyish little package, and with a groan his neighbour pushed his digits down further, cupping around those tiny balls.


Well...Rowan wasn't entirely wrong. Jules did feel kind of good about it, but the fear of the unknown was what drove his instincts, and he continued to push even as his body squirmed, halfway between moving away and arching his back. The man's fingers flexed and nudged, rolling around his tiny balls whilst the thumb trailed somewhere along the top of his sheath, rolling around in little circles. Jules's body reacted, his loins tingling, and his neighbour let out a groan of delight when he felt the beginnings of the boy's hard little dick probing his thumb and sliding out of his young sheath.


"Does that feel good?" Rowan asked quietly, and though Jules still felt uncomfortable, he nervously nodded, averting his gaze. He didn't want to lie, and part of him thought it was okay for it to feel good, even if he didn't want it. As his agreement, Rowan grinned and slid his hand up towards that growing little member, brushing his fingers across it before he moved his hand higher, slipping it out of the boy's underwear. Relief briefly washed over the young labrador's frame, but it was replaced by an uneasiness as the adult canine's hands came to the boy's sides, tugging and nudging his shorts down to expose some of his body, mainly his brown-furred hips.


"Come on--" Rowan grunted, and with a little tug he lifted Jules's hips off the couch with ease, slipping the loose shorts over his young behind with ease. He pulled, and Jules's legs were lifted into the air as Rowan attempted to slide his shorts down his legs. There was some manhandling involved, but inevitably Rowan's efforts bore fruit; he tossed the cub's shorts to the side, along with those cute little blue briefs, revealing the nakedness of Jules's boyish body; he was slim, with flat hips and thick-ish thighs. His lower stomach was tinted pink just above his crotch, and further up, where the shirt had ridden up in his awkward position, his pink nipples showed through his short brown fur. The boy's face looked flushed, his glasses steaming up slightly from the heat that radiated off his face. Rowan, however, was enamoured by the sight, and he took hold of the boy's ankles to spread them apart, licking his lips as he took in that young body.


Jules didn't know what the man planned to do next, and part of him was terrified-- he was already in a compromising position, in a place that his parents said he should never be, so anything could happen, right? He caught sight of some brief movement to his left, and his gaze flicked from Rowan to the side, where he saw one of his dogs approaching, sniffing around the area now that Jules was mostly naked, save for his shirt that was hiked up his body.


"Looks like Enzo likes you." Rowan remarked with a lewd grin, and the boy's gaze drifted from his neighbour towards the dog, watching as the Belgian Malinois moved closer, its muzzle ducking under Rowan's arms and the cub's legs by extension, drawing itself closer to the boy's behind. There, Enzo sniffled, lifting and lowering his muzzle with curiosity, and Jules couldn't see what was happening...but he soon felt what his neighbour's dog was doing, when a warm wetness spread between his cheeks.


To Jules's surprise, Rowan loosened his grip slightly on the boy's legs and stepped back a little to allow the feral canine closer, and Jules craned his head to see, his lower muzzle wobbling as a peculiar uneasiness and pleasure swept over him; he could only vaguely see, but from the feeling he was certain that Enzo was slobbering between his boyish cheeks, smearing and spreading spit all over his young, virgin hole, upwards towards his taint and inevitably across his fuzzy brown balls. By that point, Jules's pubescent body had responded in the only way it knew how; his little dick swelled and grew even more, getting harder and harder until it reached a little 3-inch peak, just from the eager, delightful licking of the dog's eager tongue.


"Say, kid..." Rowan began with a murmur, tilting his head to the side as he admired the sight of the cub's jiggling balls with each fervent lick. "You ever seen what a dog's dick looks like?"


"N-No..." Jules was honest in response, and Rowan smirked before loosening his grip on the cub's ankles, letting them sag without his influence. He stepped to the side, quietly pulling his shirt up and over his head with little to no dramatic flair, and Jules wasn't even looking; he instinctively scooted backwards and pushed with his hands until he was in a sitting position, his shirt slipping down to cover up his stomach. Enzo, however, was remarkably persistent in his licking, at least for a moment; he started to roam upwards, to sniff and slather across the cub's young cock, and the puppy boy instinctively spread his leg and whined under his breath at the tingling, twitching feeling that spread across his loins and up towards his stomach and chest, making him shudder. The feral canine's attention was quickly diverted, however, when Rowan snapped his fingers and got his attention. Enzo turned immediately towards his owner and perked his ears, ducking his head and sniffing as he approached the adult man, and Jules looked over in kind, quickly realising that his neighbour had already almost entirely undressed...well, save for his underwear, with a very clear and obvious bulge hidden away within.


"Atta boy...here, you want this, don't you?" Rowan murmured to the dog, grinning as he delved a hand underneath that slender, quadruped frame, his hand roaming around beyond a place that Jules could see. The cub watched as Enzo lolled his tongue and looked around, his demeanour relaxed, before he abruptly stiffened. His back legs bowed and he tried to hump against the air, rocking and pumping for a few moments as Rowan licked his lips to the sight, as turned on as he was when he stripped Jules down to his shirt. The pup cocked his head to the side and Rowan made an effort to try and move and adjust the dog, trying to give a better angle. Jules, in his curiosity, leant forward to look, sheepishly staring down as Rowan moved his body to the side. There, Jules came face to face with what looked to be the beginnings of a turgid knotted cock-- there was no bulbous base yet, but there was the beginnings of one, and as Rowan cupped his hand around the plumpness of the feral dog's sheath, the animal humped, its narrow member swelling and growing against his palm.


Rowan cast a glance over at the pup, who had his gaze fixed on Enzo's twitching dick, before he suddenly reached out. Jules didn't notice at first, but he clearly paid attention when the adult canine pulled at his ankle and dragged him towards the edge of the couch, catching him by surprise. The young pup let out some kind of complaint, but it fell on deaf ears as he slipped from the couch and onto the carpeted floor, where Enzo immediately began to sniff at his face, giving him a cursory lick on the cheek, his tail wagging to and fro. Rowan's hand let go of the boy's ankle and the cub instinctively tried to sit up and get to his feet, but Enzo was quick to keep getting in his personal space.


"See? I told you he likes you," Rowan teased, leaning in closer and reaching out to touch Jules's arm, making the cub tense. "You ever seen what a dog goes when he mates? Would you like to?"


Jules shook his head, glancing nervously at the eager canine-- Enzo was getting more and more on top of him which, in turn, brought his turgid animal dick closer and closer. Though there was a curiosity there, something in the bit of Jules's stomach knew this was wrong, knew he should get up and leave...but Rowan was charismatic, and pushy, and he was easily manhandled into doing what his neighbour wanted.


"Come on, it'll be fun. I'll show you..." Rowan didn't take no for an answer, and despite the Labrador pup's complaints, Rowan more or less manhandled his boyish body with both hands, turning him from his sitting position into something more like all fours, his head hovering mere inches from the edge of the couch. If he wanted to, he could easily reach up and try to pull himself up...or he would have, had he the chance.


Before Jules could do much more than nervously look back at Rowan and Enzo-- and Jax in kind, who was laid out on the floor watching their escapades-- the Belgian Malinois suddenly jumped up on top of the cub, wrapping his front paws around his small frame. Enzo was larger than Jules, enough to make the boy feel swallowed up by that feral frame, and Enzo didn't even need to put his paws around him; his underbelly barely touched Jules's back as it was. The dog squatted down, as if instinctively knowing how low down Jules was, and the boy squirmed in only his shirt, trying to scoot out from under the dog. He felt like something bad was going to happen, and that was only further exacerbated by those front paws pressing and tugging tightly against his thighs. Jules reached up enough to put a hand on the edge of the couch, but by that point it was too late.


He could feel a wetness, quite similar to a tongue only much more pointed, between his cheeks. It probed and pressed, roughly jabbing at the flesh around his virgin little hole, poking in that ways that made Jules suck in a breathe and tense, his body spasming and jolting from each eager poke, before inevitably the dog's tapering end found it's mark, pressing and smearing against Jules's taut pinkish hole. It smeared, rolling up and down for barely a fraction of a second, before Enzo abruptly shoved. For Jules, who had never had anything in his ass before, it was an unwelcome surprise; he cried out in a mixture of surprise and discomfort, his ring immediately stretching to accommodate a sudden intrusion, and the dog sank in a good handful of inches in one quick, rapid thrust before the cub's body reacted and clamped down, squeezing and gripping around each feral inch.


Enzo moved in the way he instinctively knew how; his narrow member, eager for more, began to pump and thrust in that young hole, slipping and sliding as eager spurts of cum shot straight into that ass, spreading natural lubricant over the quivering muscles. Enzo started to openly pant, and with each eager thrust of his hips, his member rapidly grew, pulsing to its peak as his balls swung and narrowly missed touching with the Labrador's behind. Jules could do nothing but suck in a breath, letting out the occasional grunt, his eyes wide with a mixture of fright and surprise. He'd never had anything in his ass before, and it stung, but it also felt strangely good. What concerned Jules the most, however, was Enzo's reckless thrusting, and Rowan's amusement. He felt like the man had something planned.


As it turned out, he did...sort of. Rowan moved from his knelt position beside the two of them, getting up and onto the couch, where he scooted into a position in front of Jules, forcing the cub to lower his hand so as not to block his way. The small pup came face to face with the man's underwear, a pair of form-fitting elastic boxers that had an obvious bulge in the front and a small, damp dot somewhere along the front. Rowan wasted no time in letting the boy get a good look at his member, and with a simple tug around the waistband, he slid the front of his boxers, down, revealing the turgid, twitching mass of his uncut, humanoid-shaped cock. It was Jules's first time seeing another man's dick, too, and just the sight of it made him wide-eyed, but not necessarily afraid.


Rowan wordlessly tucked the band underneath his plump dark-furred nuts as he grabbed and waggled his member, which pulsed and throbbed to a stiff length before his fingers peeled back the dark skin to reveal the glistening tip of his glans, already moist and sparkling in the light with pre-cum. He scooched forwards, until his ass was on the edge of his seat, and Jules watched as the man shifted and angled his cock down, letting the tip of it hoover it in front of Jules's muzzle. It was hard for Jules to pay attention to both the member in front of him and the jackhammering dog in his behind, but he did his best, despite his brain growing foggy with a mixture of the growing discomfort and the occasional delectable spike of pleasure.


"Do you know what to do with this?" Rowan asked quietly, and Jules shook his head, admittedly rather innocent. "Just give it a good lick..."


Though Jules would have loved to do nothing more than just wiggle out from under the thrusting dog and take it slow, he was very easily coerced and encouraged by the man into doing what he wanted. The puppy whimpered, wincing briefly as Enzo hiked up his back leg and scratched his claws against the cub's ass, raking against his flesh as the animal tried to adjust. He pumped and pounded with eager and reckless abandon as Jules tried to lift his head, his body jiggling as he attempted to keep himself still with each strong thrust of the feral's body.


Eventually, his muzzle brushed and grazed against the tip of the man's length, pressing his lips to the twitching end before he obediently stuck out his tongue, letting the wetness of it drag along the button of the glans, up towards the end. It tasted warm, if that were even possible, and just the minor lick alone was enough to make Rowan groan with appreciation, which in turn made Jules feel strangely good, for reasons he didn't entirely understand. At the same time, Enzo began to pump with a little more force, pressing the fullness of his sheath up against that virgin behind, and within that sheath something grew, peeling it back enough to expose the bulbous weight of a twitching, pulsing knot. At first it was narrow, and barely all that large, but it grew bigger with each eager buck, until the turgid mass began to slap loudly against Jules's young behind, the noises of their taboo sex bouncing around the room.


Jules had no idea what was in store for him, but Rowan was all too familiar with the idea of a knot. To the side, Jax began to rise, sniffing the air and twisting his floppy ears to the sounds of sex, which inevitably drew him closer. Jules twisted his head to the side to try and lick at other areas of Rowan's cock, unsure if this is what he wanted or if he desired more, but it turned out that Rowan wasn't exactly the type to just let Jules figure it out; he put a hand atop the boy's head, having to slip it under Enzo's panting muzzle, and directed him back towards the tip, where Rowan closed his eyes and simply relished the warmth and the mere insinuation of the cub licking the head of his dick, something he'd presumably craved for a very long time. With a little tug he coaxed the cub further onto his cock, and for a moment Jules hesitated, scrunching up his face as the dog behind him adjusted to get into a better position, very clearly on the cusp of something. To the side, Jax bowed his head and ducked it beneath Jules's body, sniffing around his stiff little dick and lapping his wide, wet tongue against the boy's cock, causing Jules to jolt and tense up, his eyes widening in surprise.


"Come on, that's it..." Rowan mumbled, and for a moment he kept trying to coax Jules onto his member, watching the boy part his muzzle more and more to take it, before he sat up and leant over, reaching for his shorts on the floor by the couch. Jules followed his movements for a moment before his attention was diverted by a fierce push of the dog behind him, attempting to press that thick knot into his clenching hole. The boy's body naturally resisted, but it could only keep it up for so long, and inevitably the dog continued to thrust again, going at the same pace as before. Rowan straightened back up a few moments larger, and the boy's expression turned into a grimace of dismay when he saw his neighbour brandishing his smartphone, pointing it down directly at him.


"Smile for the camera, kiddo," He growled, moving his hand around to cup his cheek, rolling his hips against his muzzle to try and push his cock into that tiny mouth. "This is just for you and me."


Jules didn't like the idea of being recorded...but he also didn't really get a say in the matter, both because his mouth was slowly filling with cock, and because he was embarrassed to speak when all he could manage at that moment was whimpers and huffs, trying his best to just endure what Enzo was doing to him. He watched as Rowan tilted the phone to the side slightly to get a better angle of the young pup getting fucked by one of his animals, and at the same time, he tugged with a bit more force, sliding Jules's muzzle further down onto his member. The cock glided along the cub's tongue, pushing up to the roof of his mouth before reaching the back of his throat quickly and easily. The man was only buried in a couple of inches, if that, but it was more than enough to fill that young muzzle.


Jules could feel a strain, mostly from his back end, as he struggled to open his mouth as wide as he could to accept Rowan's cock, feeling it nudge and probe the back of his throat as his neighbour huffed under his breath and rolled back and forth, thrusting barely half an inch at a time. The Labrador pup's hole was stretched beyond its normal limits already, but the more that Enzo pounded his behind, the more he could feel his ring stretching, as if being forced to accommodate. That, combined with the tickling pleasure of having his small member licked by the other dog, him with dizzy with a mixture of pleasure and overwhelming sensations. Rowan humped against his face more and more, relishing the sight of him, his member twitching madly and wildly in the cub's mouth as he felt himself growing ever closer to his release...though the pup had no idea.


Suddenly, Jules felt a sharp, sudden pinch-- Enzo's knot, inflated and desperate to tie as it was, had someone made his ring stretch to accommodate the thickest part of that bulbous meat, and it took everything within the pup not to accidentally bite down on the man's cock in front of him, knowing it'd probably hurt. A spasm of pleasure ripped through him as his cock twitched upwards from the exploratory licking of Jax, who continued to pleasure him as if he liked the taste of his dick, but the delight that the cub felt was quickly overshadowed by the pressure in his abdomen, that made his body tremble. Rowan, meanwhile, had grown impatient.


"Yeah, suck on it, kid. Fuck..." Rowan muttered, and with a fervent push of his hips he pressed his cock deeper in Jules's muzzle, moving his hand up between the puppy boy's ears again so that he would tug him down and around his member, plunging until the tip of his length slipped down into the boy's throat. Jules's eyes widened, his glasses slipping on his muzzle slightly as his face bowed down, and the strain of being stretched from both sides made every muscle tense...it was perfect for what Enzo needed. The rhythmic squeezing of Jules's innards milked that feral cock, gripping around Enzo's knot and encouraging his final powerful pumps and pants, each tug stimulating his knot whilst each push forwards stroked the length of his cock. To the dog, the cub's tight ass was perfect for satisfying him, but for Jules it felt like far too much.


Above him, Rowan huffed, biting down on his lower muzzle as his eyes remained closed and his hips rocked with eager fervency, kneading the head of his cock and at least an inch or so into that throat, before he suddenly pulled back and paused, shuddering and curling his digits against the brown fur atop the puppy's head. A deep sigh escaped him, and Jules immediately began to taste a slaty warmth that spread across his tongue and seeped down into his throat, instinctively making him gulp. That warmth also came from his behind, where Enzo abruptly came to a halt. The heat spread through him from both sides, meeting in the middle in a way that made his stomach tingle-- he was sure, even amongst trying to gulp down whatever was coming out of Rowan's cock, that he could feel the dog's dick twitching inside him, pushing against the soft flesh of his belly.


Rowan got it all on camera-- the act of Jules getting fucked by one of his animals, the sight of him bowing down on his dick to take the majority of it, even if not all of it...and as Rowan eased the cub back so that his little nostrils could flare and take in sharp, sucking breaths, he perfectly recorded his expression, his askew glasses and flushed cheeks, and the dribbles of cum seeping around the edges of his muzzle. Jules knew what cum was, of course-- at the moment he hadn't quite understood, but now that things had slowed down somewhat, his mind caught up. Embarrassment covered his features, followed by an uneasy shame, both at being recorded as well as the act itself.


Behind Jules, Enzo hiked their back leg up, teetering awkwardly on just a single paw and the arch of the cub's back before their leg tilted and their front paws loosened, swinging over the pup's lithe frame. More of their body moved as they turned more or less away from the boy, but Jules was stunned by the way that the knot remained stuck within him, spinning around to stay well-affixed to the canine's body as they turned completely 180. By the end of it, Enzo was standing and staring out in the complete opposite direction, their balls sitting atop their still-tied cock, pressed to the flesh and fur just under Jules's slim tail.


"You're looking real cute there, kiddo." Rowan delighted, watching as Jules's expression grew lidded. Despite Enzo's change of position, Jules could still feel him cumming, each pump and spurt spreading that heated warmth across his stomach. Jax had long since stopped licking him down there, but it was clear from the Anatolian Shepherd's panting face and wagging tail that he wanted in on the action.


"When's your mom expecting you?" Rowan asked, still keeping that phone held high-- he no doubt loved saving the memory.


"U-Um..." Jules mumbled, feeling his neighbour's head stroke around and under his chin, holding him up. "A little bit...I think. Maybe before dinner."


"Then...it'd be fun if Jax could get a turn, wouldn't it? Yeah?" Rowan encouraged him more, and Jules half-whined, half-huffed, both unsure yet also strangely going along with it. Part of him just wanted to go home, but Rowan was so charming, and encouraged him so easily. He found himself easily swept in.


The next few hours were going to be the most intense of his entire life, and he was going to remember every second of it.