Saturdays. Nothing can quite beat the relaxation of time off work, cosy in a warm house as winter billows around outside. The only thing that'd make it better is a bear, but for Brutus, he had something much sweeter.

Mika. The sweetest 19 year old you could ever meet, and Brutus's son. They weren't the same in species-- Brutus was a Malamute, and Mika an Akita-- but they were as close as parent and offspring should be...well, perhaps more if people saw them behind closed doors. Mika was a shy and tender man, and also a little submissive, obedient to his father's commands. On a lazy Saturday, Brutus couldn't ask for a better relaxation partner.

It was nearing noon, and Brutus hadn't peeled himself from his spot on the couch for the past 3 hours. He had awoken early, a habit formed from his early working hours, but that wasn't going to stop him spending all day watching television and enjoying the fruits of his labours. He worked a particular intensive, stressful job, but his efforts afforded him a nice house and plenty of savings, and even a college fund for his boy. His wife, Mika's mother, had long since moved out over a dispute that to some would inevitably become obvious, but to many was a mystery. Brutus didn't talk about it-- namely due to the stigma.

One key rule of thumb under his roof, at least for him and his son, was a 'no clothes' policy. Sure, he got dressed up for work and threw on a dressing gown to answer the door sometimes, but by and large they should be naked at all times, unless it was too cold. Mika dutifully obeyed this rule the second that Brutus enforced it, which was shortly after Mika turned 18. Even at that point in the day Brutus was following his own guidelines, legs spread wide as he scratched his slightly pudgy belly, letting his fat sheath and balls hang loose and settle against the couch cushion. The central heating had kept him warm and cosy enough, between the fine line of sweating and being too cold. He shifted his half-average, half-chubby frame to get more comfortable just as Mika appeared in the living room doorway, rubbing his eyes and groaning groggily. 

Unlike Brutus, Mika didn't have a job. He was studying Classical Arts in college and lived at home in the meantime, which gave him a lot of downtime with his dad. That Saturday was no exception-- Mika had slept in particularly late and in the nude as well, and hadn't even bothered to put on clothes before coming downstairs, more than aware of the rule of the house by then. Like his father, Mika was also slightly chubby in frame, but shorter, standing at only 5 foot. His fur was decidedly more cream and white than his father's black and white features, but he bore the same genetic 'gut'.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Brutus jeered from the couch, TV remote in hand. "You're up late."

"Mmh. Sorry dad," Mika rubbed his eyes and then strode across the room, slinking down onto his knees halfway and crawling over. "I was up late last night..."

"We both here," Brutus grinned from cheek to cheek, his tail wiggling against his back, sandwiched between the couch and his body. "I've already showered this morning. Why don't you show me how sorry you are that you woke up so late?"

Mika growled under his breath, tone dripping with arousal, as he reached out and stroked a hand along his dad's stocky left leg, tracing down to his ankle. Brutus lifted his paw up, splaying his toes and showing off his black pads, curling each toe in kind, tempting his son with the sight of them. Mika bowed his head, lowering his upper torso and wiggling his ass high in the air as he pressed his muzzle to the sole of his father's foot, diving his nose into the divets between Brutus' toes and parting his lips. He stuck out his tongue, dragging the length of his wide, flat appendage up the main central pawpad, taking in the smooth texture of the flesh, each wrinkle and crease. Brutus curled his toes around his son's snout and Mike groaned, breathing hot air onto the paw itself.

This was one of the many reasons why Brutus was single: his relationship with his son. It went far beyond the kind of bond a parent and his child might have-- it had been restrained until Mika turned 18, at which point Brutus began to push his luck with how far he could go, and it all came to a head on one particular night, when Brutus learnt of his son's infatuation with him. It was all the consent he had needed at the time, but neither of them expected to be caught in the act. From that day on, it had just been the two of them-- and not a day had gone by where they hadn't enjoyed each other.

"That's it..." Brutus enjoyed the way Mika worshipped his paws. It was part of his son's submissive streak, but Brutus admittedly had a bit of a kink for it, both giving and receiving. He admired the way Mika rolled his tongue up and down his pawpad, making sure to meticulously coat every inch of that semi-sensitive flesh before making his way to the toes, licking each one in turn as his hands gently cradled the heel of his father's paw and ankle. With a tickling surge of excitement, Brutus shoved his paw forwards and pushed his toes into Mika's mouth and he relished the way his son trembled from the dominant act, the 19 year old gasping as he smeared and wriggled his tongue around what he could, jamming it between the toes and grazing along the individual pads, before sliding up towards the top of the toes, wetting fur and dull, clipped claw alike.

Brutus shifted and lifted his paw higher and higher, forcing Mika to scurry forwards to keep his mouth on it, whimpering in protest as Brutus made him work for what he wanted. Mika eventually had to sit upright, resting on his knees as he lovingly and desperately kissed and slathered each toe in spit, suckling on each one for a good few seconds, bobbing his head like he was pleasuring a cock. As Mike did his best to please his father, Brutus reached out with his other paw, dragging his pads from his son's chest down towards his stomach and finally onto his crotch. It was no surprise to either of them that the 19 year old was already getting a little hard, for he was always quite eager and quick to arouse, especially when it came to servicing his dad. Mika trembled like a newborn faun as he Brutus slid the tapering canine cock, at roughly half mast, between his toes, sliding his paw all the way down to the plump, sheath-covered base.

Brutus might be a stocky man, but he was nimble and dexterous. He could easily curl and splay his toes, and angle his ankle this way and that to get just the right spot to make Mika melt beneath him. The Akita practically sagged against him, moaning from between the toes in his mouth, pressed against his tongue. The 19 year old rolled his hips forwards, gently and submissively humping his father's paw as Brutus growled under his breath, gently groping his own crotch, fumbling his fingers around his fat sheath, tha tapering end of his canine cock sliding forth and pulsing to life under his touch.

"Mmh, daddy..." Mika moaned for his father and Brutus's cock vividly throbbed at the word, a tingling sensation of arousal crawling up his spine. He curled his toes firmly against his son's cock, rewarding him for such a pleasant sounding word, and the Akita pushed his hips forward and pulled his muzzle free from his dad's toes, kissing down towards his pawpad and slathering it in another layer of spit, whimpering and huffing as his dad's paw stroked him closer and closer towards something. Mika was full mast by then, knotted and eager for attention-- Brutus was giving him just that. Each fervent stroke of the canine's paw elicited a bead of pre-cum from the tapering tip, which the Malamute scooped up with ease and smeared down the underside of Mika's cock and in between his toes, slickening his movements. The member throbbed against the man's digits, knot swollen to its peak.

Slowly, Mika let go of his father's ankle, relinquishing his grip and pulling his head back. Brutus smirked as he watched his son shift back, just for a moment, before taking his father's other foot in his hand and bringing it to his lips, effectively swapping the paws around. Brutus obliged his desire and promptly pressed his spit-covered pawpad, quickly and roughly sliding his sole up and down as Mika groaned and sank his muzzle against his father's other paw, squirming his tongue between the toes and clasping both the heel and the side of the paw alike, cradling it to his face.

Mika's moans of approval and delight were growing more and more laboured over time, and Brutus was fairly certain why. Each time he stroked his spit-riddled toes down, Mika humped desperately up against him, kneading his swollen knot against the man's heel, feeling his pleasure build and build. His gentle groans turned into laboured, huffing pants as he breathed hot air onto his dad's toes, kissing and nuzzling against them as he rocked his hips faster and faster, humping his father's paw. The Malamute watched with a certain degree of fondness, mixed with a wicked hunger for more. His own cock was already as achingly hard as Mika's own, and he wildly pumped his member with a hand, enthralled by the sensation of the cock thrusting between his toes and bumping with his sole.

"D-Daddy, I'm...!" Mika moaned submissively, squirming and whimpering with delight as his pleasure reached its climax. He desperately pumped his hips forwards as Brutus dragged his paw up, curling his toes around the tip of the 19 year old's cock. Mika thrust his member back and forth, encouraged by the smooth, delicate sensation of the pawpad against the underside of his cock and the wedged, tight feeling on the end of his member alone. It didn't take long before his body was shuddering with a sudden orgasm as he hugged tightly to his father's other paw, shooting and splattering thick, gooey seed between his dad's toes. It oozed down onto his pawpad, squished and pressed between the smoothness of the pass and Mika's cock, until it clung between them in messy strings. It shot out from the top and onto the top of Brutus' foot, staining his fur and dripping down to his ankle.

"That's a good boy. Cum all over your daddy's paw..." Brutus muttered with a lidded expression and panting breath, furiously pumping his own cock with a hand, pre-cum readily oozing down, only to be scooped up by his pistoning hand and smeared over his cock once more. He huffed under his breath, lifting his paw to draw it across his son's muzzle, up and down for a moment, before he began to lower it into a resting position-- keeping it up all the time was a little tiring, plus there were other things they could do that he had in mind.

Mika sighed in a mixture of bliss and exhaustion. Doing such lewd things so soon after getting out of bed was certainly tiring, but it was well worth it, especially when it came to pleasing his father. The Akita leant forwards and slinked closer, sidling in between Brutus' legs and tracing his muzzle along his father's inner thigh, closer and closer to his crotch. Brutus watched him, lips stretching into a grin, and he loosening his grip on his own cock, letting Mika have free reign of it when he got close.

As Mika's mouth eventually reached Brutus' plump older balls, his ears perked to the sound of jingling, of metal bouncing and clanging. Mika didn't have to turn his head around to know what it was, and Brutus was familiar as well. Wherever there was the smell of sex and cum, Shasta was soon to appear. Brutus saw him bound through the door-- a German Shepherd, playful and sizeable in a number of ways; he was the family pet, and more.

"Is that Shasta?" Mika giggled, nuzzling his nose down against his father's sheath as Brutus reached out to stroke his son's head, caressing his ear between his thumb and forefinger.

"Mmhm." Brutus hummed his response and watched with a wide grin as Shasta made a beeline for Mika's bent over form, the feral dog's head immediately dipping between Mika's cheeks. He immediately started licking and slurping his tongue across the 19 year old's ass and Mika wiggling his rump back and forth teasingly, panting against his dad's cock.

"Why don't you get him warmed up a bit?" Brutus suggested, stroking a hand against his son's cheek before easing off. With a sly smile, Mika pulled back from his dad's member and turned, rolling onto his back and lifting his arms to prop them on his father's knees. Shasta immediately scooted in between them, rapidly sniffing and breathing in the smell of sex as he traced his wet nose across Mika's cheek, before shifting to the side to lightly and briefly lick at Brutus's cock, which was just behind Mika's head. The Akita curled his legs inward and raised his ankles up, smirking to himself as he pressed the fullness of his paws against the feral dog's sheath. Shasta hesitated for a moment, both focusing on licking the 'tasty' member in front of him as well as reacted to the toes around his package. He instinctively pushed his hips, carnal instincts taking over as he attempted to hump Mika's paws.

If being caught in the act of fucking your own son had already been bad enough for Brutus's wife, imagine finding out his extra-marital activities with the family dog, for Shasta was yet another reason for the Malamute's inevitable divorce. Not even Brutus could remember when it all started, but he could certainly recall the amount of times they'd fucked-- often with him on the receiving end. Of course, once things had started with Mika, Shasta joined in shortly thereafter-- after all, it would be unfair to leave out the poor, unneutered dog. Such a position that Mika was performing in that moment was difficult for Shasta, who was used to tight holes and warm mouths, yet instincts drove the German Shepherd to hump and pant, enough for his narrow member to readily slip from his plump sheath and smear against the Akita's pawpads, Mika's toes curled neatly against the base of the sheath. Shasta's hips dipped subtly, like one would when mounting, as his tongue still lapped at Brutus's 8 inch member. 

Encouraged by the tight squeezing of Mika's feet, Shasta continued to buck and thrust, until the warmth of those pads and the intense, carnal desire spurred the animal's member to full hardness, its sheath pulled back to reveal its knotted member in its entirety. The knot would keep him hard for now, and whilst the dog was intensely focused on humping Mika's paws, the Akita leant his head back, sweetly kissing his dad's cock. Shasta's attention had long since shifted from the member in front of him, having had his fill of Brutus's taste, and he now stood panting, loosely humping his hips back and forth.

Mika knew this wouldn't satisfy Shasta completely-- dogs were not inclined to such positions. Though Mika relished the thought of Shasta cumming into his paws, he knew that the German Shepherd would require a little more stimulation. Slowly Mika turned, rolling back onto all fours and curling up against his dad's cock again. He dragged his mouth up, trailing it along Brutus' member and up towards the tapered tip, eyes lidding over with desire. He could never get enough of his dad's thick, 8 inch knotted cock-- if he could have his way, he'd stay glued to it all day. One some days, that was possible, but when Shasta was involved it was never simple.

Shasta was well trained, but persistent, something they had come to realise when raising him. He was easy to direct and issue commands to, but he would never waver when he set his sights on something-- it was the crux of exactly how they got into such a casual predicament between the three of them in the first place. In this particular instance, however, no-one was going to try and sway Shasta from his goal, predominantly because they wanted it too. The dog, impatient as usual, lapped a few more times before circling around, sniffing the floor before turning his attention to what he wanted. He positioned himself behind Mika and hopped up on his back paws, trotting forwards and flopping his underside onto the 19 year old's back in a matter of moments. The German Shepherd's back paws teetered forwards, easily able to reach the ground thanks to Mika's short height, and his front paws hooked firmly around his prey, getting into position.

Mika felt it instantly, for Shasta was not one for foreplay: the feral's sheath pressed firmly between his ass cheeks and the hot tip of the canine's member pierced his entrance, slipping into his ring. After a few experimental humps, confirming that his hips and cock were in the right position, Shasta thrust forwards and his cock pulsed wildly from his sheath, narrow and barely hard. Mika's insides swallowed it up immediately and he clamped down from the sudden intrusion, quietly gasping as a tickle of desire crept up his spine. Shasta lolled his tongue, his knotted member swelling rapidly from the affirmation of sex as well as those velvety inner walls squeezing around his length. 

For Mika, there were only a few things in life he could never get enough of, and this was one of them. The sensation of the animal's cock thrusting back and forth, stretching his taut innards and forcing his ring to spasm was a feeling like no other. Shasta's pounding was rapid and fierce, driven purely by the feral's deep, carnal instinct-- each frenzied hump caused the canine's knot to mash and hump against Mika's ass, every other buck of the feral's hips eliciting a needy spurt of pre-cum that basted Mika's inner walls and set Shasta up for slicker, more rapid movements. Brutus watched with delight as Mika's face quickly grew flushed from the pleasure, his ears twisting to the sound of quick, eager, wet slaps of their sex. He cupped his son's cheek and guided him down, and Mika dutifully plunged his muzzle onto his father's cock, taking it all the way to the base in one fell swoop.

"There we go." Brutus sighed, rolling his head back as Mika dragged his mouth back up, smearing spit along the underside of his father's cock. His tender suckles would have normally been smooth and simple, but they were a little jarring thanks to Shasta's vigorous humping, each thrust causing Mika to wiggle a little all the way down his body, causing even his gentle stroking motions along his father's cock to be a little loose and clumsy. That didn't stop Mika however, who plunged down once more and began in on a steady rhythm of bobbing movements, curling his tongue this way and that around his father's veiny, knotted cock.

Brutus merely sat there and admired the view of his son's head and slightly chubby frame, the 19 year old's back obscured by the German Shepherd atop him, whose tongue lolled from his mouth as he happily panted, focused entirely on pounding the tight hole beneath him. Mika was beginning to moan quietly, encouraged by the prodding of his prostate thanks to the dog's cock, as well as the arousal that swam through his system from having a fat length in his mouth. Though he used one hand to prop himself up, Mika's other hand was clasped firmly around his dad's thick knot, feeling each vivid pulse and throb as a gauge for how quick or slow he should suck. That, combined with his father's quiet groans of pleasure, made him something of a natural at pleasing him-- each firm bob was measured and well-paced, each lick precise and methodical. He made sure to coat every inch of that red cock in spit, leaving none of its surface untouched from his tongue. However, unlike his father, who was something of an open book when it came to getting what he wanted, Shasta was an enigma-- the barrier of communication meant that it was hard to tell exactly how close or how far the dog was to its orgasm. All Mika knew was that Shasta never tired of sex, never relented his thrusts and never stopped until he was done.

Mika could feel Shasta slowly but surely trying to ease into him. His ring stretched with ease, almost welcoming the dog's thick knot with open arms each time the canine's hips met with his ass, but Shasta still pulled back each time. Once upon a time, when this first began, Mika thought that Shasta might be waiting for the right moment-- but if his experience with the dog was anything to go by, Shasta wasn't that smart when it came to sex. All he knew what to thrust, and would eventually knot when he felt liked. Turning his attention back to his father's member, Mika closed his eyes and soaked himself in the sensation of being used from both ends, relishing the feeling of it like a pure submissive boy would. Listening to his father's words since he was little and eventually being dominated by him had awakening the submissive streak in the Akita, and Brutus brought it out of him in the most tender fashion.

He felt a hand upon his head, the Malamute's fingers curling against the little fluff of fur atop his head that masqueraded as hair. As Mika raised his head, he felt a brief modicum of resistance from his dad's hand before Brutus pushed him down, forcing his mouth all the way to the base and against that pulsing knot. Mika whimpered his delight as Brutus growled in response, revealing his lust. Mika shifted his hand away and propped himself up firmly with both palms, quivering as Brutus began to thrust up against his mouth, fucking his face and plunging the tapering end of his cock into his son's throat. He thrust against him, balls barely grazing and sometimes slapping Mika's chin as the knot pressed and squished against his lips as the cock plunged, over and over, down Mika's throat. It was a good thing he didn't have a gag reflex.

Mika wanted nothing more than to moan his father's name, to beg for more, but his mouth was firmly muzzled by the cock he so dearly craved. His attention was briefly swayed by a forceful hump into his backside that finally caused his ring to stretch further, signalling Shasta's knotting. After a brief stab of discomfort Mika trembled, feeling the knot slip its way into him and past his spasming ring. His inner walls clamped down as the animal continued to thrust, yanking the few centimetres it could inside of him, the feral tugging his own knot over and over as it's ample nuts swung and bounced against Mika's furred ass. Shasta began to slow and swiftly came to a halt, resting above him for barely a few seconds before he began to move.

It was a manoeuvrer that was common amongst dogs and especially for Shasta. Mika was used to it too, for most of their encounters ended up like this. The dog squirmed, hiking his leg up and over Mika's body as he shifted with his front paws, unhooking them from the 19 year old's frame and standing to the side. He turned 180 degrees, facing away from Mika as his knot stayed firmly embedded in his squeezing behind. Though Mika was still enduring his dad's powerful, lusty thrusts, he could still feel the host throbs of the dog's cock inside of him and the thick, plentiful spurts that spread warmth across his body and made the skin beneath his fur tingle.

"Fuck, I'm close...!" Brutus grunted, his gaze lidded over as he bucked his hips off of the couch, wet toes curling against the carpeted floor. "Ready for your breakfast, son?"

Mika groaned his approval, his voice muffled and his eyes teary from a rigorous throat fucking. After another few rough thrusts, Brutus lowered his body and sighed, grasping either side of Mika's head and easing him down against his knot. Both of them knew he could never knot the 19 year old's mouth, but that didn't stop him teasing the back of his son's throat with the tapering end of his member. His knot swelled and throbbed as his climax hit him, and Brutus curled his digits against Mika's head, pressing against his flesh and cradling his cheeks. A thick, creamy spurt of cum shot right down Mika's throat and into his stomach, followed by another, and another, the older man emptying his churning balls directly into his son's belly.

Mika rolled his eyes up and fully sunk himself into a tsunami of desire, his cock aching between his legs, already eager for a round two. To be filled at both ends by his closest lovers was all he could ever ask for and more. He whimpered weakly in Brutus' hands, and the man let go of him, allowing him to pull back and suck in air through his nose as a thick trail of cum seeped along his tongue with his withdrawal. He finally eased his mouth from the man's back and opened his mouth to show off the mess his dad had made, before swallowing it down and returning to his dad's cock, kissing along its length as he stroked the slightly sticky girth with one hand.

"Good boy." Brutus purred and Mika's tail wagged furiously at his praise. He dipped his head down and began to service his father's aching balls, licking and kissing as he jerked the cock with a hand, keeping his dad nice and stiff. Brutus spread his legs a little wider and relaxed, lifting his arms to rest them against the back of the couch. Shasta stood on the spot, looking around the living room and occasionally twisting his body to sniff at Mika's knotted hole, occasionally licking to scoop up fluids.

"Atta boy...when Shasta's done back there, we can get breakfast and go for round two. Can't wait to pound your ass over the kitchen table..."

Mika trembled at the thought, picking up the pace. This was going to be a fun and eventful Saturday.