A Picture and Story commission for Keinei on FA:
http://www.furaffinity.net/user/keinei
This was my first time drawing Max, and any Secret life of Pets characters too, was pretty fun.
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A Good Licking
"Alright you two, sleep tight!"
A door clicked quietly shut as the human occupant of apartment 2B, Katie, closed it, turned off the lights and went to bed. This left the apartment's other two regular occupants, Duke and Max, to their own devices. I theory the two dogs should also be getting some shuteye, but due to the nature of Duke's... boisterous personality this wasn't likely to be the case. No sooner had Max managed to curl up in bed then the expected faint hissing was heard.
"Pssst!"
"Pssst!"
"Hey... are you awake?"
"I am now..."
"Yeah, I can't sleep either."
This was the sort of inane banter that Max would rather not hear and, in fact, if Duke had been anywhere near his size then the scruffy brown mutt would have found himself neatly tossed out a window. However he wasn't anywhere near Max's size; he was instead about twice as tall and eight times the mass of the smaller dog; dimensions that made him the unofficial alpha of the place. And Max wasn't too keen on the designation becoming any more official than it already was; he constantly had to fight his own instincts to avoid slinking away when the larger canine bounded past or adopt the puppy submission position whenever he heard a cavernous bark behind him. There hadn't yet been a direct confrontation, something the beagle knew he would lose, but the struggle for dominance was very real, with the smaller pet ready to use all his brains to overcome his opponent's brawn.
It was not a winning strategy unfortunately; as daft as he looked Duke could be very insightful at times. He had to be treated very carefully.
"Amazing. Maybe it was that two hour nap this afternoon."
"I know right? So... what you wanna do?"
"Sleep."
"Me too, me too... How to do it though... Hey! Wanna trade stories?"
Max tossed and turned in annoyance, trying to get comfortable on the old blanket he was attempting to use as a bed. His own basket had been recently hijacked and was currently being inelegantly flattened by a pile of mangy fur several sizes larger than it was intended to hold. What on Earth could the dolt be talking about? Why was he talking at all? Who in their right mind would trade stories at midnight?
"Stories...?"
"Yeah! You know, stories! Funny stuff that happened. We can pass the time until we're tired!"
"No kidding. And what gripping tales might we spin before you let me get some shuteye?"
"Uuuh... how about that time I got my tail stuck in that can? Or the time you tripped over your own leash? Or when you walked into that closed door nose-first?"
The situation was rapidly getting more and more irritating. It was a challenge for the smaller dog to hold back his natural wit and sarcasm as he put his paws over his ears and wished for the distractions to stop so that he could get some long-desired sleep.
"Or... how about that time that stray licked you and you had a total panic attack?"
Oh yes... he'd been trying to forget that... incident. It had been both foul and embarrassing and just thinking of it made him cringe with disgust. But it seemed that he wouldn't be allowed to remove it from his memory just yet, certainly not by someone with hygiene barely above that of a stray... rat. Yes, even stray dogs knew better, Max was sure.
"That was perfectly justified! They were filthy! I could have got fleas, or mange, or plague or something!"
"Aww c'mon! From a single lick? We're dogs! We clean ourselves with our tongues dude! I mean, how else would you do it?"
"Gee, I don't know, a bath?"
"That... that's unnatural."
"Well excuuuuuse me for wanting to smell of something besides yesterday's trash!"
Both dogs were wide awake now and standing. Duke loomed over his smaller partner, his voice suddenly interrogative with a hint of menace to it and Max was increasingly aware that he might have talked himself into a corner. It was difficult to read the mutts expression under all of the thick, hanging fur that often obscured most of his face, making him look like he was constructed from dozens of mops, but it seemed increasingly affronted.
"Are you saying I stink?"
"All I'm saying is that when you walk under a tree squirrels fall out of it."
"Is that so..."
Duke was advancing now, his hackles raised... at least as much as they could be given the state of his coat. Max backed away in lockstep, retreating while struggling not to tuck his tail between his legs. Very quickly he found himself backed into a literal corner, almost yipping as he felt the cool, firm surface of the apartment's wall at his back. With nowhere else to go he cowered as the larger canine stepped up, closing the distance between them to mere inches. This close he could even smell the rank breath of his fellow canine, his nose wrinkling with distaste as every hot huff. There was no way his own breath smelled that bad; what eve was he eating to make it smell so foul?
"Really? Can't even take a little panting?"
The beagle's growing discomfort seemed to amuse the larger dog as he leaned even closer, forcing Max to press his back flat against the wall. He could scent nothing but the hot, humid and incredibly doggy stink of Duke's breath filling his nose and making him gag. How could it not smell like Barkies Brand kibble? It was all the mutt ever ate! Yet somehow it was disturbingly organic, like something that had fallen behind the couch and been left to molder for a few weeks. The larger canine was mock-panting now in a loud and obvious fashion, his tongue lolling as he pressed closer, flecks of drool sprinkling Max's fur to his even greater horror.
"What's the matter? Don't wanna be so close to such a big, dirty dog?"
"I... I prefer my own company, if it's all the same, thankyou."
"Well I think you need to stop being such a prissy puppy and learn a little something about how we real dogs do things."
Without warning Duke's tongue swept forward. It struck Max right on the end of his snout, sliding wetly up his face and ruffling the fur there the wrong way. In its wake it left a broad, slimy, slobbery trail as if a giant snail had crawled across the beagle's face. Unable to fall back in shock the smaller canine slid awkwardly sideways in a desperate attempt to avoid another licking, ending up on his side, still trapped against the wall. Duke smiled triumphantly as he hunched down onto his stomach, the only way he could make himself as small as Max now was.
"Eeeuuggghhh..."
"What's the matter? Feelin' dirty? This is how real dogs clean themselves ya know!"
"Yes... good... fine. Now maybe we should get back-"
"Oh no, we're not done yet, you still think I'm a dirty mutt, don't ya? Well if that's the way it's gonna be, then I think it's best for our friendship if we see just how dirty a mutt you can be!"
A heavy brown paw pressed down on the white canine, holding him in place even more firmly as he struggled to articulate a response. But before he could get another word out the same massive, blanket-like tongue that had just assaulted him returned, slapping wetly across his partly open muzzle and making him recoil as best he could in horror. It had got into his mouth! He tried to cough and spit, but a third lick stroked up across the left side of his face, cutting him off.
The assault began at his face, forcing the beagle to shut his eyes as an unpleasantly wet, sticky and hot tongue lapped all over it, as if eager to explore every inch of his furred form. The humid stink of Duke's breath had been bad before, but now it was starting to permeate the smaller dog's coat itself, as if sinking into his very skin. It should have been impossible for any dog to be able to cover him in such a ludicrous volume of slimy drool, yet somehow the larger canine was managing it, his tongue no less slippery and sticky lick after lick. This was enough to push him to resist and his legs kicked out wildly, his body wriggling like an electrified worm as he struggled o push himself up onto his feet, make some sort of attempt at escape.
But it was all for nought; the larger dog could easily hold him down with a single paw and even the sheer force of the tongue-lashing he was receiving was keeping him pinned to the ground. There was little he could do but try to breathe lightly to avoid gagging, close his eyes and wait for the attack to be over.
Exactly how long that would take he wasn't sure; if it had been him he'd already have been bored with this little 'game' but Duke had a... simpler mind and could occupy himself in the most dull of ways for hours. As things were it was impossible to tell how long the unbearable affair was dragging on; his entire face was bathed in a wet, sticky warmth, his breath fighting against the hot and humid breaths of his opponent, surrounding him with an oppressive wet heat. He could see nothing but blackness and hear nothing but heavy pants; some of which, he realized with surprise, were his own.
"Whoo! You know, you're tastier than I thought you'd be. Weird."
Finally the attack ceased, leaving the humiliated pooch lying on the ground breathing heavily, struggling to not let his own tongue slip from his mouth and possibly come into contact with the vast web of drool that now covered his entire head. He struggled to catch his breath as he looked up at Duke with blurred vision, glad that the terrible experience was over.Maybe now he could slink back to bed, get some rest and pretend this whole thing hadn't happened.
"Yeah, well-"
"Kinda salty, like potato chips? Ever had potato chips? They're great. Hey... the rest of you taste like that you think?"
"Hey... HEY! There's no need to-"
"Sure there is! It'd just be weird otherwise, I mean who licks only their head?"
A sudden movement jerked Max away from the wall, dragging him across the smooth wooden floor more towards the center of the room. As an upside he now had a fresh set of escape routes, but on the other he could now be attacked from any angle. It was all the same, of course, as long as he was being pinned by the more massive mutt.
Once again there was a sudden, brown, excessively drooly flurry as Duke bounded forward, almost landing on top of the beagle and immediately unleashing a positive barrage of hot, wet licks. In theory this shouldn't have been easier to bear than the initial attack since there was more of the dog to cover than just his head this time, but somehow it contrived to be just as embarrassing, sticky and invasive.
In fact, Max slowly came to realize, it was somehow worse. The assault on his face had been purely unpleasant, as intended, but this... this was different somehow and he didn't like the way his body was responding. There were very few situations where two canines would be in such close proximity to each other and his instincts couldn't help but misinterpret this one. It wasn't, after all, your typical battle for dominance. Instead the assaulted pup began to feel a growing heat that was only partially explained by the warm drool being so aggressively rubbed into his fur.
"Not bad, not bad... just last thing to finish..."
A sudden, loud bark shot through Max's ears and went straight for the hindbrain, bypassing what little control and dignity he had left. It was an instinctive message and what it said was 'I am bigger, submit.' Automatically Max found himself flipping onto his back in the always humiliating puppy submission position, leaving him helpless and exposed.
He had little time to reflect on this however as Duke was upon him again, standing over him and attacking his chest. This was perhaps the worst thing; he had always been quite fond of bellyrubs and now he was receiving one, in a sense, from his opponent. He could barely bring himself to fight back this time; not only because of his assailant's dominant demeanor and overbearing size, but also due to the fact that -as much as he hated to admit it to himself- things were starting to feel rather good.
Almost too good in fact; as much as his mind tried to deny what his body felt he was dimly aware that he'd been feeling rather pleasant for a while. Not just pleasant in fact, but rather roused. The warmth growing inside him was increasingly uncomfortable as it began to trigger feelings that the smaller canine was in no mood at all to entertain.
But he had little choice; his world had devolved into a cocoon of wet warmth as a literal blanket of a tongue worked its way over and through his fur, ruffling and petting it in turn, soaking it with sticky drool and coating him entirely with slobber. Even as part of him was silenced with shock at how this, this of all things could be in any way pleasant, another part of him was becoming increasingly insistent.
"Hey! No! Stop! I give!"
Max could, at least, voice his protest now, but it was of little use, only making the larger mutt more determined to finish what he'd started and make the beagle's submission complete and total. The canine's met again and again with the rough, sticky warmth of a lubricated licker, brushing his pawpads and making him giggle; cutting off any words he could must in objection. Indeed Duke seemed to be able to get everywhere, almost flipping the pale dog over onto his back as the wormlike muscle licked and lapped from all directions. His tongue was eve large enough to completely encircle max's limbs, like a constricting snake and the confused canine wasn't sure if he was struggling to break free or simply caught in the sheer force of a whirlwind of slurps.
And beneath it all was a growing arousal, one that he silently begged Duke not to discover. Though the lower half of his body had received by far the least attention, it was still warm and saliva soaked and Max was near certain that he was at least a little... exposed. With rising desperation he tried to focus on how unpleasant the whole ordeal was; how sticky and wet he felt, the stink of dog breath that seemed to now be emanating from every inch of his slicked coat, his intense dislike of his fellow dog.
Yet somehow this didn't help a bit; if anything it seemed to stir some dark impulse within him. Squeezing his eyes shut and biting his own tongue for some sort of distraction he could feel the growing heat between his legs as his traitorous length emerged further into the night air. It was a small blessing that Duke's current object of attention was his face once more, keeping him far away from discovering his partner's embarrassing state.
It was almost as if the experience itself was changing somehow; becoming less objectionable and more... personal. Maybe it was just that Duke couldn't maintain his original force and flurry and so was having to slow down as he grew more tired. Or maybe it was all in the smaller dog's mind as his body betrayed him, his maleness reaching full mast unseen in the dark. Max grit his teeth, a weak growl rising in his throat as he tried to use sheer power of will to change reality, to make his physical form reject things as much as his mind did. But still the licking assault, and his growing pleasure from it, continued.
Until it didn't.
There was a sudden ceasing sensation, a cool emptiness where before there had been the messy, sticky and noisy presence of a large wet muscular mass rubbing over his body. He tingled in the abrupt absence of contact, flat on his back and panting as heavily as if he'd just run straight home from the park. His vision was blurred and his movements weak and uncoordinated as he squinted to try and spot what Duke was doing now. The larger dog was simply sitting back, with a smug smile on what could be seen of his face under his matted coat.
"Well I think that's enough for now. You look plenty dirty to me now."
Max nodded distractedly, less out of agreement and more because he didn't want to do anything that might result in a repeat of what had just happened. Moving uncertainly he struggled to his feet, releasing a quiet yelp as his tumescent member bumped against the fur of his inner thigh. Full and heavy it hung indictingly between his legs, bobbing and swaying with each step he took, the tugs on it making him pant with growing need as even walking became arousing.
Unfortunately for him this was something that even Duke couldn't miss, looking askew at his partner and making the beagle blush under his fur. Just as long as he wasn't found out now he could slink back off to bed and pretend the whole thing was just a bad dream. But he was to have no such luck as the shaggy dog gave another loud bark, prompting the smaller to flip onto his back once more, gasping as the rapid motion made his length flick against the inside of his thigh with a quiet Slap! An eyebrow raised in inquisition as Duke stood and stepped closer. Close to panic Max managed to force himself into a roll, turning over and huddling down to hide his shame from his larger companion.
"Well well... guess you're a dirtier dog than I thought! It seems you rather like getting licked huh?"
"What? No! I..."
Duke stepped forward yet again, with Max frozen to the spot by a mixture of embarrassment and worry. If the larger dog realized what had happened he'd never let the beagle live it down. He could already see a broad, mocking smile on his brown-furred face as the unofficial alpha stared down in amused triumph.
"Really...? Well then I guess you wouldn't mind rolling over like a good boy and proving it, huh?"
"Uh..."
"What's the matter, cat got your tongue? Or maybe my tongue got something else? Roll over."
The words were a suggestion, but the bark that followed was a command. Once again Max found himself flipping onto his back in pure instinct, this time baring his fully emergent length to the world before his conscious mind had even registered his position. The larger dog smirked and began to walk around him, circling in the same way a shark might before lunging in to attack. The beagle felt his throat go dry, any words of explanation shriveling away to nothing in his mouth.
"So the prissy puppy likes to get down and dirty does he? Y'know, you really shoulda said something earlier... I mean, there's no shame in liking a licking... well, maybe a lotta shame for a dog like you, but I won't tell anyone if you don't."
Max said nothing, after all what could he say to justify himself? Even as his mind insisted again and again that this was all some terrible mistake it was impossible to deny the reality of his current situation. Duke was positively oozing smugness now.
"Go ahead, admit it. You're a dirty dog and you like being licked."
"I don't-"
There was a deep growl and another bark, making Max's body stiffen as if snapping to attention. The sound sent a chill down his spine, cold but somehow electrifying. Realizing he wasn't getting out of his predicament any other way he turned his head to the side, away from Duke and his piercing gaze as he took a deep breath to make his admission.
"I... I'm a dirty dog and like to be licked..."
"Good boy! In that case, it'd be rude of me to leave you like this now wouldn't it?"
There was a moment of confusion as Max tried to process what he'd just heard. Surely his partner wasn't considering...? Whatever Duke's intention, he wasted no time in stepping up to and over the smaller canine, settling down with an almost audible sound between the beagle's legs, his head staring up goofily, framed by two pale, outstretched legs as the increasingly concerned and supine canine stared back.
Now the large, shaggy head was only a few inches above Max's exposed maleness, the long, hanging coat even able to gently brush and tickle against it as the larger dog moved. Without a word Duke dipped his muzzle, breaking eye contact with his compatriot and letting his hot, humid and musky breath blow across Max's sensitive length, making it twitch in time with the bigger mutt's breathing.
It was crazy, it was insane; what on earth were they doing? How had he even got into this position, this predicament? This and a thousand more questions whirled through Max's mind as he struggled to think of something, anything to do to extricate himself before-
There was a lick, and Max's mind went blank.
The effect was electric and it made his fur stand on end -at least as much as it could while still being utterly soaked with doggy drool. Duke's tongue swept briskly up his sensitive shaft, initially making contact near the base, but rapidly making its way up to the tip, flicking off of it with a quiet, wet sound. In its wake it left a tingling warmth that made the smaller dog gasp. This was a whole different sensation compared to being licked over insensitive fur; it was something utterly unlike anything he'd experienced before in fact.
And it was something his body cried out for more of. The only bitch in the apartment block, Gidget had been neutered for a long time and so the issue of certain urges simply hadn't ever come up even given their long friendship. The smaller canine hadn't had any intimate contact bar his own occasional lickings for years and he was shocked at just how incredibly intense a single lick from another could feel down there. He was aware of an amused chuckle and then, before he could react, another lick.
"Gnnnnhhh..."
It was just as delightfully warm, wet and stimulating as the first; equal in its glacial, unbearable slowness. As it moved up his throbbing length it seemed to force a quiet moan of pleasure from his throat. This was most certainly deliberate; this newest assault lacked the speed and ferocity of the ones that had matted his fur with drool and left him feeling uncomfortably slick. Instead he was being toyed with,t he larger dog amused to see him squirm and wriggle as a third, and fourth and fifth lick plastered a broad, rough tongue against his eager length. The pleasure coruscated through him, yet it was being rationed; slowly ratcheting up his arousal, desire and need without ever being anywhere near enough to satisfy.
And it was working too; what little resistance the smaller dog had rapidly crumbled under the assault like a snowflake in the summer sun. Pretty soon it didn't matter who was doing the licking or how much he'd objected to it; with his mind spinning Max craned his neck to watch the larger dog work him over, able to see as well as feel what that devious tongue was doing to his most intimate and sensitive parts.
At that point Duke had settled into a reasonable rhythm of a lick every few seconds. His tongue kept up a steady pace of bathing the twitching maleness beneath it in a steady, sticky coat of drool, making it slick and shiny as the warm, rough, pink surface rubbed over and over it. No sooner would the tip of his length be free from one lap than another would start, right at his base. The result was a constant wave of pleasure that seemed to run continually up his length, a wet and sloppy lickjob that kept him increasingly on edge.
Max began to pant even more heavily, his own tongue lolling from his open mouth, a thin line of drool hanging from it as he slowly gave in to what was happening. Somehow th whole situation had become intensely stimulating. It felt as if his rigid length was being rubbed and caressed by slick velvet, the massive, muscular appendage able to rub and probe and tease him in ways that he hadn't previously even imagined were possible. The slick pink mass could twist and curl and wrap itself around his member in a myriad different ways.Sometimes Duke would even pause mid-lick, letting the desperate dog hump and grind upwards into his wet embrace, grinning ever more widely at how eager his onetime opponent now was for him to continue.
Slowly but surely the pace began to increase; it was hard for Duke to take his time with anything let alone something he found so amusing and entertaining. He had to hold himself back from simply going all out from the start but as minute after hot minute passed he unleashed a stronger and more persistent swarm of laps and licks upon his opponent.
Max could barely hold himself still, his body wriggling about like an electrified worm as the blanketing pleasure between his legs only grew in heat and intensity. He could feel his knot forming now; a strange sensation that he hadn't ever had the pleasure of experiencing in his life before, as it provided yet another target for the brown mutt above him to tease and pleasure. Even his two orbs weren't safe; his soft sac completely coated with saliva, massaged and nudged about as a hot, rough tongue ran over and over it; collateral damage as his thickening length bore the brunt of the main attack. He could even feel them pulling up tight, as if trying to avoid any further tongue-lashings... or perhaps for another reason entirely. They churned with hot seed, stirred up by the heated, sticky ministrations of Duke's wet and lapping appendage.
It wasn't long at all before Max found his hips moving on their own, bucking up towards his partner's sticky, lubricated embrace. Two heavy paws eventually slammed down, holding him in place as he struggled against them to find the pleasure he was suddenly being denied as Duke reasserted control. He whined, a sound that would have shocked him just a few minutes earlier; it was a quiet, desperate sound, full of desire and submission. It was a begging, pleading tone. All of his resistance was gone; he did want to be licked, no matter how dirty and messy and sticky it made him. He wanted to be used and pleasured like this, to let the larger dog do to him whatever he wanted, so long as the cascading pleasure continued. There was a wet slurp as Duke pulled back for a moment.
"Well you seem pretty warmed up, what say we finish this and see just how dirty you can be?"
Max didn't respond, his head was too full of hot, burning thoughts for him to construct a coherent sentence. He was vaguely aware that things were going to get even more intense somehow and he couldn't object to that. He could feel the approach of something... a peak, a goal of some kind... something he desperately wanted to reach, wanted to be pushed to. Whatever it was, Duke seemed to understand this as well as he redoubled his efforts.
Once again Max descended into the welcoming embrace of the warmth, wetness and musky humidity that was the licking assault on his crotch. His whole body tingled from paw to snout as he couldn't help but whine and growl and yip as he was lapped and licked and teased. Even though so little of him was being blanked in such divine warmth, wetness and drool it was more than enough to make his entire body burn with need. Along with the dampness soaking his coat and his own rising temperature he could almost imagine he was being licked all over, his entire body wrapped and encased in slobbery muscle, pressing and holding and rubbing and lapping at him. His breath came in short, eager gasps, his tail trying its best to wag even as it was held against the floor, his hips struggling to buck against the teasing, torturous tongue that was the cause of so much bliss. Second by second he was pushed higher and higher up the slope of his own pleasure, his arousal building to something unseen but desperately wanted. Just a bit more would do it, would push him over that edge and let him fall into a warm ocean of pleasure.
And then, at the very last, penultimate second, Duke stopped.
Max whined again as he teetered on the very cusp of climax, needing only one single, faint touch to push him over the edge, but finding nothing. His hips convulsed as they sought to move him, rub his throbbing length against any sort of contact it could find. But there was nothing, the shaggy dog above him holding him in place with his sheer superior weight. With blurred vision and tears nearly streaming from his eyes Max looked woefully at his tormentor. Duke was tucked neatly between his legs, his tongue panting, just a faction of an inch away from the beagle's needy length. The look he bore was once of dark, triumphant malice; full of the knowledge that he had completely broken his partner, made him a willing accomplice to his own humiliation. Max knew this, all of this, and didn't care; so desperate was he for release as the achingly unbearable seconds dragged on. If he was left untended just a bit longer then he'd slip back from the brink, lose that peak of need and desire that he'd been so laboriously raised to. But at last, seemingly an eternity later, Duke gave one final grin.
"Time to be a dirty doggy, bitch."
As the beagle watched his tongue snaked out, seeming to move with glacial slowness as it approached the saliva-slicked skin of the smaller dog's cock. When it made contact it felt like being hit by a freight train, even though it must have been only the most feather-delicate touch. The very tip of it only barely grazed the canine's length, lapping across it for only the tiniest fraction of a second. But it was enough.
A massive force rose up in the smaller dog, an incredible, intense pressure that began at the base of his shaft and seemed to force its way up every inch of his length to his tip. Following it was a thick, hot, burning blast of seed that suddenly poured from him like a flood. A thick rope of canine jizz arced through the air, splattering heavily against Max's chest as it painted the fur there a different shade of white.
The beagle gasped, his breath flooding from him in the same way his cum just had, his whole body going completely rigid with shock and pleasure as a white hot bolt of sensation shot up his spine and set every nerve aflame. His back arched and his legs kicked, his hips even able to force themselves up against their restraints. His head tossed back and his eyes rolled back in his head as the wave hit him, spinning him around and carrying him along with it, helpless to do anything but experience.
But, unseen, a second lick was lined up and unleashed, stronger and more firmly. Like countless others before it, it stroked up his twitching shaft, rubbing from base to tip. Unlike before however it pushed before it a second burst of seed that jetted free with even more force than its predecessor. This one hit Max under his chin, spurting messily on the underside of his muzzle. A third lick and following burst managed to arc over his face, painting it white as it coated his muzzle, some even dirtying his tongue, letting him taste his own release.
Now Duke played him like an instrument, able to coax a hot, sticky spurt from him with every lick; drawing out his climax second after second, minute after minute. Each squirting release landed heavily on his already soaked coat, mixing with the saliva there and making him feel a fresh burst of heat on his chest and face as the mess spread. It was a truly impressive release as both canines lost track of how many licks and spurts were unleashed, a staggering amount of sticky seed managing to completely coat the smaller canine. It was impossible to tell just how long the peak lasted, Max's releases growing slowly weaker and less voluminous as the teasing, forcing licks to his shaft went on, not letting him cease for a second, keeping the level of pleasure coursing through his body at an all time high. But eventually things began to calm and his orgasm went from blinding to simply unbearable as his shaft flicked and twitched in the warm grasp of the thick, muscular tongue assaulting it. Finally Duke pulled back one last time, getting to his feet and standing over the defeated, defiled dog in front of him.
"Would you look at that? I spend all this time trying to get you clean and there you go making a mess of yourself again!"
There was an amused sort as the larger dog turned away, sure that his point had been made, his bitch put in their place, and a good time had by all. He was actually feeling rather tired now, as well as incredibly accomplished. He certainly paid little heed to the beagle behind him, whose body twitched weakly with dying spasms of pleasure, still utterly erect and leaking a few last drops of seed onto his own stomach.
"You know, I think I can get to sleep now. Thanks buddy. In fact... we have to try this again sometime, don'tcha think? Yeah, me too."
Max lay on the cold wooden floor in the dark, idly listening to the sounds of traffic as it passed back and forth outside the apartment building. He was absolutely and completely spent, as if his recent climax had pulled every bit of energy from him. Indeed his body was completely exhausted,perhaps too much so to even let him slip into the dark embrace of dreams. As he lay there, still flat on his back, covered with drool and his own seed, he could do little except dumbly reflect back on what had just happened. Duke's final words rang in his ears, possibly intended as a threat, or just a show of his newfound dominance over his compatriot, they were, if anything, more of a promise to the beagle. A promise that he would -possibly as soon as tomorrow night- be once again forced onto his back, licked from tip to tail, used, humiliated, made dirty.
And he almost couldn't wait.