Lance, Itchy, and Charlie
       
       “G-gee whiz, Lance…” Dachshunds were known to be a very shaky breed of dog, but even with that in mind, Itchy’s shaking right now was somewhat alarming. He was busily admiring a rare specimen of Doberman who had come to visit him and his roommate.  Their guest had just finished a riotous and surprisingly raunchy story about a cat he had rescued from a tree. “I mean just, wow!”
       
       “Ha! Well, cats are remarkably flexible creatures, you know.” The doberman laughed to himself and waved off the comment with a paw. For a second, he was the picture of humility. Then he started talking again. “Of course, when you take the proper time to prepare and take care of your partner, size really is no issue.” He finished with a wink before setting the paw he had been waving on Itchy’s shoulder. 
       
       The dachshunds tail went into a wagging frenzy at the rather obvious flirting. His roommate, on the other paw, was rolling his eyes. “Shake much more and you’ll start an earthquake, Itch.” Charlie shook his head and tried to pay attention to the tv. Thankfully, the tape had moved well past the dalmatian saving the cat and onto some good stuff. A lovely looking poodle with a classic, French cut had wandered in to thank him the old-fashioned way for his heroics. “Ah, here comes the good stuff. She’s going downtown, baby!”
       
       It was Charlie’s turn to start wagging his tail while the poodle started sniffing at the heroic dalmatian’s balls. He started to growl his approval at the scene, and to himself for picking a real winner. It was always a gamble grabbing amateur stuff after all. 
       
       Of course, it was hard to focus on the shot when Lance started up again. “I should just say thank you again for the invitation, Itchy. You know, this wasn’t something we got to do much back when I was alive. Never even would have thought about it up in heaven with all the peace and splendor and all that.” 
       
       “Yeah, I guess there’s more fun stuff to do with all the angel girls, eh? Hehe…” Itchy laughed along with Lance, and the Doberman shot him a meaningful look before continuing. 
       
       “Well, yes, I can’t say I had ever thought of watching porn with any chums. I was always more partial to taking action myself.” 
       
       “Yeah, well, when you don’t have any dames dogging your heels, you have to make do.” Charlie kept his eyes on the action the whole time, trying to dismiss Lance without thinking about him too much. He was starting to drool a little while he watched the action pull in closer. The dalmatian’s dick was starting to peek out of its sheath now, and the poodle was going to town on it with her tongue. She was really sloppy too, just the way Charlie liked it. “Hey, Itch, help a guy out here, huh?”
       
       With a casual flair of having done it a thousand time, the german shepherd lifted his leg up to give his pal full access. His own red rocket was peeking out just a bit, and he felt he could use a helping paw or tongue to help it along the rest of the way while he watched that pretty pink poodle. 
       
       He was somewhat disappointed to find that his loyal friend didn’t jump to him as quickly as he was used to though. Rather than feeling a nice warm tongue on his dick, he was struck with a rush of cold as a breeze rolled in through the open window of his cozy apartment. Somehow, it managed to both shake him out of his fantasy and make his need to attention even worse. So, once he shook off the cold, he opted to beg a little.  “H-Hey, Itch, I’m kinda losing the mood here, pal. Come on.”
       
       “J-just a- whoa! M-moment, Charlie…” Itchy tried to respond, but he was shaking way too much to speak properly. Charlie normally had a policy of trying not look at Itchy too much during their shared porn viewing, to minimize eye contact. However, a yipe from Itchy forced his paw. When he glanced over check on his pal, he was shocked to see him on his back, pushed to the ground by a very aggressive Doberman licking at his backside. 
       
       Lance had taken the time that Charlie was distracted to make his move, expertly, and gently, rolling Itchy over with little more than a wink and a nudge. And once Itchy was down, he had wasted only the time necessary for a wink before dropping his head between the dachshund’s legs and planting his tongue right above Itchy’s tail. Surprised at the attention, Itchy had gone into delirious convulsions by the time Charlie’s usual request came through. 
       
       He couldn’t have gotten up if he wanted to, but under absolutely no circumstances did he want to. Lance moved with the confidence of an expert, running his tongue softly along Itchy’s ass and balls. At the same time, a paw was massaging his sheath to coax his cock out. Even the paw that had him pinned was giving him a belly rub. 
       
       Charlie was briefly too stunned to say anything, least of all because he hadn’t expected to see two dudes going to town in his living room. Once he’d processed that though, he was able to find something to say quickly. “H-hey, that’s my wiener dog you’re eating, pal!” 
       
       Lance glanced up from his treat at the comment and paused. The brief moment wasn’t enough to get itchy to stop shaking, but it did allow him a second to breathe. And while the dachshund was panting too hard to think, he did manage to gasp out a brief apology. “S-s-sorry, Charlie…”
       
       “No need to apologize, Itchy.” Lance was ever cheerful, speaking more to Charlie than to the dachshund. “It’s any proper lover’s duty to prepare the bottom first.” 
       
       “B-bottom! Whoa!” Before Itchy could ask or complain about the title, Lance went back to work, interrupting him with another sloppy kiss up his hindquarters. It sent him back into fits, but he still tried to ask. “L-Lance, w-wha- heehee!” Pretty soon, the doberman’s tongue was pushing harder, and Itchy stopped caring about what he meant. He had a pretty good idea anyhow. 
       
       Charlie had a good idea what was happening himself, and he didn’t like it one bit. “Hey, hey! I always take care of my pal!” Charlie hopped off the couch and sat himself down firmly in front of the pair, hoping to glare at Lance and maybe given him a piece of his mind. “Itchy here just loves helping me out, don’tcha, Itch?” He waggled his sheath a little for emphasis, even pulling his cock out a touch more with a little tug of his paw.  
       
       Lance barely paid the shepherd any mind, focused as he was on the wiener dog. Itchy, however, took notice right away. He even rolled his head back to get a better look at it. Sadly, he couldn’t reach it with Lance still pinning him, but his tongue did hang out to drool for it. Luckily for him, Charlie inched a bit closer, still hoping to get Lance’s attention. He stood up, so Itchy’s nose had to follow him, but thankfully the shepherd’s balls hung low enough to reach his nose up for at least a sniff.
       
       While Charlie had stood up to give Lance a piece of his mind, the feeling of Itchy’s cold nose passing over him finally got his attention on the wiener dog. Itchy’s tongue reaching out just the slightest bit to give it a lick even got a yipe out of him, right in time with the yipe of the dalmatian conveniently enough. 
       
       “W-whoa, Itch!” Charlie dropped his haunches a bit and let his buddy go to town, and Itchy was surprisingly happy to indulge. Way more than the shepherd expected considering his usual grumbling about it. The second it was in reach, the dachshund started slobbering all over Charlie’s dick. It wasn’t doing a whole ton to properly work his knot out, but it felt amazing. “Ha! S-see, Lance. Told ya’ he loves it.”
       
       Of course, the Doberman just had to steal Charlie’s thunder. Itchy abruptly let out a yipe of his own, stopping his slobbering and throwing his head to the ground. Lance had finished his own licking with a real flourish. After pressing his tongue as hard as he could against the dachsund’s rear, Itchy’s ring finally loosened enough to allow just a hint of entrance. And once he’d felt it twitch, Lance pulled away with a stylish flash of saliva that always left his lovers reeling. In this case, it took both Itchy and Charlie aback, Itchy because of the flourish itself, and Charlie when Lance’s tongue dashed against his nose. 
       
       Charlie fell back to his seat after being assaulted by the overwhelming scent of two dogs on Lance’s breath, and Lance took the chance without a moment’s hesitation to take his place. “Well, I see you’ve gotten a bit ahead of yourself, Charlie.” The Doberman too a seat right beside the shepherd, proudly flaunting his dick while he threw a foreleg over Charlie’s shoulder. Charlie couldn’t help but notice it, swollen and knot out. It was huge. And the smug dog made it shake. “But you’re right. Proper form dictates that the top be lubricated as well. What do you say, Itchy?”
       
       The dachshund had already rolled onto his belly by the time Lance finished the question. He just wasn’t sure where to start yet. “Heehee, uh… s-sure thing Lance.” He reached out first for the dog that had asked, nervously wrapping his paw around the huge knot before pressing his nose against it and giving it a lick. It smelled way cleaner than he was used to and tasted loads different too. “W-wowee…” It nearly sent his tail back into a wagging frenzy.
       
       “Good, I hope? A poodle I did a favor for back in Italy gave me that cologne. It’s really a fascinating story, you know-”
       
       Before Lance could even think to start, Charlie shoved him. It was more an attempt to get his paw free than an interruption, but the Shepherd wasn’t gonna complain about shutting him up. “Hey Itch, don’t forget your old pal.” He set his free paw on Itchy’s head and jerked the wiener dog’s attention roughly away from Lance. 
       
       Itchy didn’t put up any resistance as his nose was dragged from one dick to another. He did complain a moment though. “Ch-Charlie…” A big part of him wanted to tell Charlie to knock it off, but he couldn’t muster more than a whine before giving in, tail still wagging. One paw stayed on Lance, squeezing his knot. The other paw started to finally work Charlie out of his sheath while Itchy licked. 
       
       “You like ‘em musky, don’t you?” The TV chimed in its two cents while Itchy worked his magic, allowing Charlie just the briefest moment to relapse back into fantasy, even rolling his head back and whining. Itchy was an expert, and he was way more into this than usual. He had the shepherd’s knot out in no time.
       
       And Charlie was eager to encourage his buddy. “Heh, yeah you do, Itch.” He scratched Itchy’s ears while the dachshund worked. itchy nodded, happy to be acknowledged while the moans on the TV grew louder and louder. 
       
       Another paw joined Charlie’s, petting Itchy on the neck. “No accounting for taste, I suppose.” Lance smiled down at Itchy, then up at the shepherd beside him. Neither turned their heads to look though, busy as they were. “I could still use some preparation though, if you don’t mind.”
       
       Itchy started to shake alarmingly fast again. He couldn’t hope to respond to either of the larger dogs, so he just kept shoving his mouth against them. At some point he went from licking to wrapping his mouth around the cocks, sucking on knots and swallowing every scent that the two offered. Charlie would only ease up for moments to allow him to start licking or sucking at Lance’s knot. After that, he’d always pull him right back. 
       
       Before long the little guy was starting to get delirious. Between the doberman’s cologne and the shepherd’s musk, he reached a point where he couldn’t keep up anymore. His whole body quaked once more, stronger than ever, then relaxed at the moment he dropped his tongue down to Charlie’s balls. The only part of him that stay rigid as he sighed, was an absolutely painfully hard dick that was pressing against his stomach. 
       
       “Whoa-ho, Itch!” Charlie chuckled nervously. Had Itchy been anything less than an angel, he would be deeply concerned to see his friend seize up. Right now, he was mostly confused. “You okay there, buddy?” 
       
       Any attempt to express concern came off a bit shallow since the barking and moaning from the TV had only grown more intense while Itchy soaked in the two dog’s scents, and Charlie’s dick was twitching pretty wildly in response to each yipe. Itchy took it as genuine though, even though he could barely respond. “J-just a little t-tense, Charlie…”
       
       “Well, you seem like you’re quite relaxed to me.” Lance chime in cheerfully. His petting became a touch gentler, joining Charlie’s paw on Itchy’s head. “And just in time too. Much more of this preparation and I might have finished before the main event.” He paused to scratch Itchy for just a moment more, before finally removing his paws from both the dachshund and from Charlie. 
       
       He didn’t feel the need to explain himself, so it was up to Charlie to ask. “Main event?” Charlie had a pretty good idea, what it meant, but he didn’t really want to think about it. 
       
       Lance just responded by nodding to the TV. Both curious and seeking something of comfort, Charlie glanced to the TV. Itchy followed his eyes out of reflex. The image of a poodle panting while they pressed their knot hard against a dalmatian’s ass took them both by surprise. Though, in spite of himself, Charlie’s cock twitched hard enough to give Itchy a solid smack in the face. 
       
       Itchy got the greater surprise though. After pulling his nose out from under Charlie’s dick, another cock gave him a solid smack on the ass. He would have started shaking again had Lance not followed up a paw that gently pressed him against the ground. “Now just hold still and breathe deep.” Lance’s command got him vibrating again, he couldn’t stop his tail from wagging after all, but the gentle push kept him mostly still. 
       
       The cock sliding over his tail and lining up against his entrance drove him crazy enough that he couldn’t follow the doberman’s other advice though. When its tip grazed his hole, he wanted to yipe, but all that came out was a whimper.  “L-Lance, y-you sure…” Itchy tried to exercise some kind of caution, but Lance had already started pushing by the time he started talking. Just the tip was enough to knock the breath out of him with an extended wheeze. After that though, he didn’t find any need to say more. 
       
       From there, Lance was fully in control. He moved with a very deliberate purpose, slowly pulling Itchy’s hips back and up and pressing forward with a light rhythm. It was alarmingly out of synch with the wild action on TV, but it was getting the same response from every party involved. Before long, Itchy was even able to let out that yipe he’d been aiming for just as the on screen dalmatian lost control. 
       
       Charlie’s attention was somehow divided though. Normally a bit of hardcore knotting would be enough to finish him off, maybe with a little help from Itch. That kind of junk drove him wild. For once though, his pal demanded just as much of his attention as the screen, maybe more. He certainly couldn’t ignore the yelping dalmatian, but Itchy’s yipes were the only ones making his dick twitch. 
       
       Things only got worse the longer he watched too. Lance got deeper each push, until he was slapping his knot firmly against Itchy’s wagging tail. Once he was there, he started going faster and faster until Itchy was rolling against the intrusion. Charlie only noticed that he had wandered around the pair for a better look when a particularly loud yipe got away from the little wiener dog.
       
       “Ch-Charlie…” With his name being moaned so affectionately Charlie snapped. He failed completely to notice Itchy’s subsequent moaning of Lance’s name. He just knew that his little buddy needed his attention. 
       
       That filled him with the pride necessary to accept the fact that his eyes were drawn to the little wiener’s pulsating cock that was dragging across the floor. “Alright, Charlie, time to improvise…” He mumbled to himself while he dropped to his belly next to the wiener dog. There wasn’t an ounce of hesitation left when he slid his head under that wiener and wrapped his tongue around the dick.
       
       He’d “cleaned” himself plenty of times, so he had a pretty good idea of what to do with the little rocket Itch was sporting, though he had to lift Itch up a little to allow himself some room. So, while Itchy was enjoying the surprising warmth on his groin, he also had to deal with some panicked flailing when his short legs left the ground. His forepaws were at least able to grab onto the shepherd’s side when it slid underneath him, but there was no saving his back legs. What little control he had over managing the pace of Lance’s thrusting was finally torn away. “Ch-Charlie! What’re you doing?!” He had to shout it loud at he could. Lance wasn’t letting up for a second behind him. It still came out as barely a pathetic gasp though. 
       
       “Whatever it is, Charles, d-don’t stop!” Lance himself was shouting back. Itchy was too wonderful, and now he was pressing back with such force that his hole was absolutely begging to be knotted. Lance’s eyes had slammed shut a minute ago in a desperate effort to control himself. Knotting on the first date would be, at the very least, impolite. However, with the hole begging this much, it would be impossible to not. “F-forgive me, Itchy.”
       
       Charlie dismissed any noises beyond the sloppy sounds of sex and the groaning. He was somewhat disappointed that Itchy’s yipping stopped when he wrapped his lips around the dachshund’s dick, but the way it pulsed in this mouth was a solid way to just that he was satisfying his friend. Itchy was very forward, humping his face while his legs flailed to grab onto something. Charlie was tickled while the front legs petted him wildly along his side.
       
       Sadly, just as it was getting good, everything about the dachshund went completely stiff, including his cock. The yips came out one last time in full rapid-fire. All three dogs and the floor beneath them felt the force of Lance’s final push when his knot finally forced it’s way past Itchy’s ring. Charlie felt like he got the worst of it, being slammed into the ground under both dogs’ weight, unable to escaped while Itch’s cock fired just as rapidly as his barks. He had to swallow every bitter spurt or drown. 
       
       Of course, he didn’t acknowledge his tail wagging so hard that it had started to whack Itchy in the face. The wiener dog didn’t complain. He couldn’t even think. He was just the meat sandwiched between to massive dogs at this point. He was pretty sure he was loving every second of it, but he was way too dizzy and in way too much pain to be sure. 
       
       Lance for his part, was absolutely certain of his joy though. He whimpered one last little apology as he too came, still humping against his companions. “I’m sorry. It’s just… too wonderful..,” The experience reminded him of a lovely chihuahua in Mexico, but he would need to save that story for when he wasn’t out of breath. Right now, he could barely keep his feet planted while he filled Itchy up. 
       
       The yipping eventually died down with Itchy’s orgasm, and Itchy joined Lance’s whimper. Thankfully, the pressure died down too, finally allowing Charlie’s escape. He kept himself from whimpering, but he was gasping and shaking when he dragged himself out from under Itchy. His tail kept wagging though, even when he tried to tuck it out of sight. 
       
       “Heh… heh…” Itchy groaned once his feet hit the ground, and he collapsed a second later. His back end stayed up, tail still wagging around Lance’s knot. “S-sorry, Charlie.” He wasn’t really sure what he was apologizing for, but he was pretty sure he spotted Charlie’s tongue hanging out in between the spots that covered most of his vision. 
       
       Charlie wasn’t sure what to say, so he opted to just shrug it off. “Don’t worry about it, Itch.” He genuinely considered just leaving it at that, he really did. But then, Lance had to open his mouth.
       
       “Y-yes, sorry, Charlie.” The doberman’s smile was downright goofy while he shook above the dachshund. He was remarkably satisfied. “Though, I hope you enjoyed yourself? I’ll admit you surprised me.” He punctuated his thought with a laugh that, thankfully, didn’t last long before a squeeze from Itchy made him wince.
       
       The statement was enough though. Combined with the pure show of the pair, tied like that, it made Charlie’s dick twitch. He still hadn’t gotten off. Worse, when he looked at the tv, it was all static, the movie long since ended.
       
       “I’m, uh, gonna pop in a new one.” He chuckled and moved to rummage for something else from the pile of junk he’d grabbed from Carface the day before. It was more of an excuse to conceal a blush that had developed while he stared at the two, but he did need to find something new to deal with this. His tail started to wag again when he stumbled on something from the same series as the movie they’d just watched, starring the same poodle and what looked like a crew of police dogs.
       
       Thanks to that wagging tail, Lance and Itchy both became very distinctly aware of Charlie’s still very needy dick. Itchy was too delirious to do more than drool looking at it, but Lance, ever polite, had one more comment. “I think we’d be happy to join you, for another round, right, Itchy?”
       
       “Heh cool your jets, Lance.” Charlie tried to act casually while he popped in the next film, but he couldn’t hide his excitement much. “Maybe once you get out of there, I can have my wiener dog back.” He turned and gave Itch a wink. “You know I don’t mind leftovers, right, pal?”
       
       Itchy nodded, still too dizzy to do much more than drool. He did manage to gain enough life back into his body to start quaking again though, just in time for Charlie to start up their next film.