Aaron can only stare at the panicking puppy that had run shaking through his door. She’d forced her way into his house only to immediately fall to the floor of his foyer. Desperate little hands rip open the back of her costume to expose her naked behind, apparently out trick-or-treating in the thin polyester costume without any underwear. Which quite naturally reveals HIS little boyhood knot twitching away, trying to pump cum that his body couldn’t make yet onto recently polished tile. An obvious sex toy is visible between full cheeks, a small round disk where his hole should be. Thin pink pants pools around his knees while he whines out and desperately reaches for the plug in his behind. He pulls it free desperately, unconcerned as it squirms and shakes in his hands and leaves his vulnerable young hole gaping. This might have been a trap of some sort, the stoat thinks. He had his fair share of enemies and rivals as a matter of course. The smart thing to do would be to call the cops. But he could pretend to stare in shock for a minute more before it became too suspicious. Somebody going this far for a trap wasn’t very likely. But also, as a rule, cubs weren’t giving themselves tremendous orgasms on strangers doorsteps on Halloween. Maybe it was supposed to be a gift? He flicks off the porch lights to let the parents know that he wasn’t going to be giving out candy. Cubs weren’t really his thing. He’d tried a couple on trips with his clients, but it was more out of politeness than any sort of desire. They had surprisingly little to offer for all the obsession over them. Mostly they were fun to mess with if you just wanted to spit on society for a night, but that got old quick. He kneels down next to the puppy breathing heavily on his tile floor and takes the still squirming toy into his hand. It was small and nubbed and weirdly clean for something that had just been inside a dog’s ass. The cub looks at Aaron with desperate eyes and before he can speak, the door is forced open. Standing there, looking over the pair on the floor, was a tall strapping man in leather. He was almost a biker, save for his leather jacket that was more of a short trench coat than a biker jacket. It emphasized his broad shoulders and muscular chest. His arms filled out the sleeves fully enough that it was obvious the man hadn’t realized it was a woman’s jacket. His hands were clenched firm. Tight pants clung to thick legs, the muscles of the legs letting themselves be known as he flexed in place, power promised in every shift and sway of his body. The boots were the weird sort that digitigrades had to wear, with the weirdly rounded base. But his head was the funny part. It was something between a knight’s helmet and a fencer’s faceguard. Framed in the open doorway, the light from in front of him bouncing off the leather to show his sumptuous body bulging out against his clothes. It was like staring at a sun made of sex appeal. Aaron needed to end this quickly and calmly, his own mummy’s wraps feeling woefully inadequate. He half-coughs, breath caught in his throat, and offers the toy to the Adonis that had burst into his home. “Should I assume this one got away from you?” And the big, burly man snatches it swiftly in his black-gloved hands. Behind him, the puppy scrambles into the corner, pants dragging behind him. The desperate little claws make irritating sounds every time they scrape the polish. He’d have to have his maid redo them tomorrow. The big man pulls out a phone, fingers sliding across it to calm the perverse device before shoving it into his pocket. Then his head rises ever so slightly to indicate he’s making contact with the skinny stoat. “Why don’t you boys come inside and I’ll get us some beers?” Aaron says, turning to enter his house. “You can leave your jacket on the coat-rack.” “Hell no,” comes the voice of a teenager trying to sound tough. Aaron rolls his eyes in response, but the voice continues, “If you tell anyone what you’ve seen today, I’ll fucking kill you.” The “fuck” was so very forced in that sentence. He could practically hear the young man rehearsing it in his head on his way to the door. He counters, “My property is monitored. If I want you in jail, you’re in jail. If I’m killed, you’re in jail. Now come inside and we can talk things through. Your little brother here could use a break from trick-or-treating about now anyway. It’s hard to walk with jelly legs.” The cub behind them just huffed to himself. Aaron couldn’t tell whether he was calming down because of post-orgasmic bliss or if he thought he was safe. It didn’t really matter to him. He goes over to the little puppy with the golden paint smeared over his eyelids like he’d tried to apply makeup without the mirror. He puts on his best friendly adult voice and says, “Let’s go get you a soda, champ.” It comes out with an eerie, unpracticed ease he could bring to any conversation. It was part of why he was so good at his job. The tired little dog doesn’t even nod, just rising awkwardly to stumble into his home. The pants are held up, not fastened as he does so, leaving half his behind exposed for both men to see. “And after you, Mister…” “Sean,” he says, folding his arms in front of him when he enters. That was fine with the stoat. Something to scream later. “Well, Sean?” he says, gesturing at him to take off the jacket. When the dog takes off his mesh-faced helmet and the bandana he’s worn underneath, Aaron feels a little buzz of life shoot through his already interested groin. The dog, much like his younger brother, had big beautiful eyelashes. However, the older brother’s thoroughly contrasted his handsome jawline and boyish good looks. The darker tip of the muzzle was the kind of thing he wanted to pull apart for a deep, passionate kiss. The only thing that bugged him was floppy ears that fell on the side of the head. He could have those cropped, though, if he was good enough to keep around. The jacket coming off is just as impressive, revealing only the loose a-shirt that clung closely to his muscular body. The richly colored fur of the teenager was thin enough that it barely peeked out over the edges of the shirt, and it cast his body in a flattering blend of blond and red that almost matched up with the way the leather had curved the lights around it. But perhaps most excitingly, the teenage Rhodesian Ridgeback was rock hard in his pants. It bent at what must have been an uncomfortable angle to hold the massive thing in those tight pants. Even the knot was starting to swell, threatening to burst the zipper open in the front. He ogles it openly and grins up at the taller dog. “Maybe consider letting that out to breathe as well. The damage has been done.”And without shame, he steps across the gap between them. Grabbing Sean’s bristling, muscular shoulder to pull him further into the house, he continues in his best adult voice, “And you’re going to have to buy my silence somehow. I hope you realize just how lucky you are to have ended up here instead of almost anywhere else in town.” “Yeah, that’s just my luck.” He loved the impression his home made when people actually entered into it. It was palatial, open, and above all else warm. Everything in it, from the roundness of the furniture to the lighting above, had been chosen for it’s comfort. The intensely high ceilings kept the rooms cool in summer, while the cashmere blankets were perfect for cuddling under during the winter. Everything here was fluffy, warm, and delightful to the touch. Much like himself. And both Sean and his brother were suitably impressed. They looked up, as most did, to the chandelier first. Then came the inevitable whistle or slow spin to see the whole of the huge space. He’d let Sean walk in a few steps ahead, just so that he could see if his ass was as thick as the puppy’s, but the more muscular shape of the older dog is so much more satisfying. He’d definitely been doing squats. The cub glanced around nervously as he searched through the full place. It was the exact kind of look someone always had after they failed to run for safety. He snaps his fingers to get both boy’s attention and their attentions snap over to his hand. He gestures toward a door. “Sean, you and your little brother can wait on the couch while I go to the fridge. Does he drink?” “What? No,” Sean says while he ambles over to the living room area. Confused, his brother follows awkwardly. This was probably not how he was expecting diving into a stranger’s house to go. “Probably for the best,” he replies, buzzing off to the kitchen. The beers he’d chosen were the palatable ones, the smoother, less bitter kind. They had a strong, sweet flavor that covered it’s ten percent alcohol content. Which was hopefully enough to lower his inhibitions just a little. Just to be certain, he digs through the little pillbox he kept in his kitchen. Something from the anti-anxiety section? A half one so that he didn’t fall asleep. He crushes a pill with a bottle cap before brushing what he can into both drinks. And he had some orange soda for the boy. He puts a straw in the glass bottle, just because it looks nice. Sean and the boy are standing a few feet apart, pointedly ignoring each other and his carefully selected fluffy couches and chairs. The cub still hasn’t fixed his pants, so it’s probably for the best he isn’t seated. He hands the boy the soda before turning his attention to the handsome, older dog to say, “Well, have a seat.” Sean looks at the boy, who searches around the room but doesn’t move. He walks around him to stand between him and the door while the puppy shuffles in place. A push from behind rocks the little ones first few steps forward and he nearly spills his drink. “Oh, there’s no need for that. I have just the thing,” Aaron says before walking over to the heavy, hardwood coffee table. From a drawer, he pulls his favorite set of handcuffs and a little silver key. Heavy and gleaming, they were the real ones that required actual keys to open. He holds them up proudly for the pair to see. “What are those for, exactly?” Sean asks. “Sex, mostly. I use it to keep my subs shackled to the table,” he volunteers the information openly. It’s not like he didn’t have a good view into their sex lives. “Do you want him to face you or the TV?” “Mom says no TV. He’s grounded,” he says while he shifts uncomfortably. Still, he pushes the cub toward Aaron. “Calm down. I literally gave you back the sex toy. We’re not so different, really,” Aaron says. Sean just watches as the stoat grabbed his little brother gently by the chin. “I get it. I mean, look at this cute little thing. He probably did something to set you off, right?” “Yeah, something…” he responds. “And things just spiraled out of control because he kept setting you off. Kept doing things that drove you out of your mind?” Aaron probes. “Yeah,” Sean says, more confident. Aaron smirks at that. It was a pretty classic issue with some of his clients. None of them could accept the blame. “And he still hasn’t learned his place?” “Not yet. But we’re working on it,” Sean says, starting to smile. That was good. It meant he was starting to trust Aaron. “And this little adventure was you you working on it?” Aaron says. Sean nods and he shakes his head in response, “See, that’s where you’re going wrong. You can’t be so sporadic with it. People thrive on consistency. You have to let him know that this is his life now, not just a holiday thing or a punishment thing.” “Okay…” Says the handsome dog. “Look, we can talk more about this later. For now, why don’t we just make sure he doesn’t try running off again? Not everyone is as kind as me.” He says gesturing toward a support for the table with more than a few noticeable scratches. Sean, hesitant, looks at Aaron with suspicion. So, Aaron places the handcuffs and key into his hand. The dog examines it carefully and, to his credit, he tests the key to see if it’s real. That’s smarter than a lot of the stoat’s actual dates. Satisfied, he cuffs his younger brother with his hands behind the back and leaves him on his knees in front of the couch. The puppy knows better than to put up a fight, either out of survival instinct or defeat. And then, surprisingly, he reaches down to pull the costume pants from the cub. A rough tug to get them off his ankles nearly topples his lithe, little body. Sheath exposed, the cock has failed to retreat, the knot still full-size even without any stimulation. The puppy growls his protests, halfway on his side but pulling himself up by his bound hands. “Now you stay there,” he says, and slides the orange soda down the table next to him. Flopping down into the chair in front of the cub, he kicks his leg over the cubs head and leans back with a gentle pomf. The beer finally finds the big dog’s hands before he continues, “And let the grown-ups talk things over. Not a word or the toy goes back in and we’ll leave it set to max until bed tonight.” “Ah yes, the matter of my silence. Maybe we can start with a blowjob?” Aaron says and takes a sip from his beer. It’s about as sweet as a dessert beer gets, with little difference between the sweetness of it and the orange soda the puppy was licking at the straw to get. “Ian doesn’t give blowjobs and I don’t like men, so…” “Well, I’ve got some bad news for you on that last one,” Aaron says immediately. The dogs only look at him, both with unique frustrations on their faces. One the expression of many a closet case he’d dragged back to his house. The other the unique look of a dog that can’t get a straw to work. Soon enough, though the puppy gets his lips on it sideways and he awkwardly sucks up some soda. The stoat continues, “I suppose cubs aren’t men in any real sense of the word. Maybe I should teach the cub how to give a blowjob? It’s a talent of mine.” “Your funeral. He’s still baring his teeth every time I get it near his mouth,” Sean says, taking a long slow sip of his beer. His lips come off with a smack that earns no small amount of jealousy from the stoat. “Oh, I’ll be right by his side the whole time. Rest assured,” Aaron replies, “If he really wanted to bite you, he wouldn’t be warning you with the fangs. When push comes to shove, they never actually bite.” It takes a few seconds for Sean to get what the stoat had just said. He starts slightly and says, “You meant give me a blowjob.” “To start. I want your dick, handsome. And you aren’t leaving until I get it up my ass. Got it?” Aaron says. And he meant it, not just because that’s where you start with young bucks to earn their trust before convincing them they’ll like the kinky stuff. It was a hunger he felt deep in his guts and it made his hole ache with desire. He stares down the big, handsome dog. The big brown eyes roll themselves, before Sean nods. “That’s cool. Just… Nothing in me, okay? I’m not gay or anything.” What a sexy goddamn idiot. He thought it mattered. This was blackmail and he was still trying to negotiate. “Of course not. I’m not a rapist,” Aaron protests while he watches the dog take another long swig of beer. His own costume is little more than a set of sweat-clothes with cloth bandages sewn to give a mummy-like appearance. His mask was just a collection of loose bandages he’d glued to a headband. Even his slippers were chosen for ease of use, squishing into the soles of his feet as he walked. That ease also made the pants easy to drop. He reveals a thin, well-kept body with silky fur and narrow hips. His pale underbelly distracts from how lithe his body is, going from his lower lip all the way to his toes. When he pulls off his shirt and the connected mask, it becomes visible how the pale section flares out slightly around his chest, showing off what little gains he’d seen from his home gym. The cock that stands proudly at attention in front of him is little more than six inches and “the standard model” in comparison to the brother’s animal-esque dicks, but it handily dwarfed at least half the other people in the room. Standing nude in front of the pair, he smiles as they investigate his naked form. The thin fluff of his tail curls around his leg in a manner he’d hoped was coquettish yet demure. “Not bad,” offers the bigger dog. The younger one just stares wide-eyed, no doubt thinking about the difference in his body and the only other naked man he’d ever seen. Cubs today were sheltered like that, after all. Not like when he’d been growing up. Aaron dives down to sidle up next to Ian and together they look up at the massive body of his brother. His thick legs push their bodies back against the table as he sidles forward and spreads them wider to avoid crushing the puppy. Somehow, Aaron manages to hold position next to Ian and even reach forward to unzip him. What he pulls out is a simply giant cock, larger than any he’d been able to find outside of specialty services. It’s over a foot long and dangerously thick, with a not at the base that would do more to keep things out than in without a lot of practice. He wraps an arm around Ian and pulls the puppy closer to the crotch of the towering dog above them. The subtle resistance is far from lost tot he stoat, who says, “You know, one day you’re going to have a cock like this, cub. Most men are guaranteed to disappoint.” He leans into the cock, musky after what must have been hours in those leather leggings, and slides his tongue from sheathe to tip. Sweat and heat collect on his tongue as he goes, the pulsing red meat quick to respond to the stimulation and regain any hardness it had lost since he’d seen it bulging out the pants. A gentle nudge is all it takes for the cub to follow suit. The puppy grimaces as he licks along the shaft, his wide tongue earning more active life from the cock. His brother holds it steady for the next lick from Aaron, this one carrying more spit to wet the thing. Aaron instructs, “Now, the goal when licking it is to get it ready for the hard part. We need it good and slimy if it’s going to fit into our throats.” Above them, the big dog all but chugs his beer. His nerves are on full display as he watches the grown man teach his little brother how to suck his dick and it is delightful to watch. He quivers and his slight frown turns into an open-mouthed, tongue-lolling smile as they work him over. In reward, Aaron plants a wet kiss on the tapered tip which is dutifully followed up by the puppy. The stoats tongue slides down it as he moves to the base to kiss around the bulbous knot, a few little pecks followed by a lick to the top side. When the puppy follows this maneuver in his own awkward way, Aaron pulls his lips away from the hot flesh to kiss the cub. His lips meet little Ian’s own as he performatively shoves his now cock-flavored tongue into the confused boy’s mouth. Little Ian starts, but is too stiff with shock to pull back. Sean’s reaction is exactly what he was hoping for, the stiff dick tapping against his chin. Aaron grabs the cub’s chin and pulls him over to the tip. They part for a second, before he pulls him into kiss around the tapered end. Their tongues flicking together over it earns a deep groan from Sean, who adjusts himself in his seat. He rolls his hips forward and Aaron slides down the side of the cock and the pup continues to idly lick over the tip. The puppy can’t make eye contact as he continues to pleasure his brother and Aaron feels what would be smug smirk were his mouth not busy planting little sucking kisses along the side of the massive dick. An idea flips through his mind, looking at the embarrassed puppy. Ian’d probably grow up into something similar to this. Hell, he could start training him early rather than having to try to mold someone who was almost an adult into a good partner. He could start slipping him supplements and making him exercise to make sure his cock got as big as it could get. All it would take is a few cutting words and he’d be begging to dock his own ears. He just needed to And in the mean time, he’d have this big old dick to tide him over. He licks his way back up to the tip with the puppy still lightly licking at it, and Aaron says to him, “Now, it’s all good and slimy. Let’s see how far into your throat it can get. Open wide…” And, clearly uncertain, the little dog opens his mouth. Slowly, he’s pushed forward by the stoat’s gentle hand. The puppy’s lips wrapping fully around his cock draws a warm whistle from the big dog and a solid, “Nice.” Aaron takes the emptied bottle from his hand and switches out his own beer for it. The dog was either a better drinker or more nervous than he’d guessed. The crushed pill was supposed to be one of the faster acting ones, though. Or was that the one next to it? Ian’s little lapping movements as he sheepishly works over the tip already in his mouth could be called cute, but the stoat was here for a good time. He pushes Ian down the cock, slowly, and only when the cub looks nervously at him does he speak, “What you’re going to want to do now is control your throat. It’ll be awkward at first, but just focus on keeping it open and not throwing up.” And he keeps pushing. The little movements of the cub trying to steady himself against the pressure are a joy for Aaron to dismiss. He can feel his grin widening as more thick cock slides between the puppy’s lips, pushing into his mouth. The advantages of a long, canine muzzle show themselves in how he can fit almost half the massive dick into his mouth before a stuttering cough forces him to try to back off. The pleasured groan from above them is music to his ears, something for him to claim for himself later. He stares his instructions from just seconds ago into the puppy, who looks forward and struggles to do so. “Hey, good job. You got half. You’re a natural,” Aaron says, rubbing the cub’s neck. It’s only half to encourage him. The other half is to hold him in place and force him to adjust to the feeling of cock in his throat. He watches carefully as the puppy digests the apparent warmth of his actions. It takes a few moments for it to land. The puppy’s watering eyes cross to stare at the two-thirds of the dick outside of his mouth. Aaron moves his hand to pet the top of the little red dog’s head and says, “Pretty soon you’ll have that knot in your mouth. But, why don’t I show you how that’s done?” To emphasize his point, another soft, sucking kiss is planted on Sean’s fat knot. It earns a coo from the big dog, quickly followed by a deep hiss and the rattle of handcuffs as Ian is pushed back to the table. The slick cock bounces for only a second before Aaron himself is diving down onto it. He reaches a warm, soft hand down below the knot to angle the cock properly as it enters his throat. It’s an unconscious action to relax his throat muscles and it lets him enjoy the feeling of the thick cock stretching it wide as it enters. His tongue juts out underneath, but still he’s not down far enough to do more than lick a few inches shy of that massively bulging knot. It hadn’t even fully swelled yet. He slides his hand up to gently squeeze at it and is greeted by a gentle “Oh, fuck…” from above him. The words are all the permission he needs to enjoy himself more fully. He pulls back to swallow greedily at the precum that now lubes his throat. He twists his head going down again and the hot meat stretches his throat even deeper. It’s enough that he purrs around it, letting the little vibrations offer a subtle pleasure while his tongue slides along the base. The dog widens his legs yet further for Aaron to try and go even further. And he does, desperately, hungrily taking it deeper. The deep, hot musk of the dog floods his nose as he swallows down the almost flavorless precum. “You’re better than any of the girls at my school,” Sean says. His dull smile and groggy vision let Aaron know that he’s in the perfect position for what he wants. And it was an honest, if shallow, compliment. As a reward, he pulls back to flick his tongue over the narrow piss-hole and dives down as far as he can manage. Determined, he doesn’t hesitate to ignore his own panicking throat muscles as the dick goes as deep as any had before. His lips make contact with the knot and the sexy, stretched feeling of his throat heading down to be felt between his collarbones floods his head with light and heat. The panting young man he pleasures whines lustily and puts his hand on the back of the stoat’s head to pull him deeper. The stoat freezes. He didn’t want to break this prick’s fingers, at least not before the sex. He gently grabs the hand and moves it slowly, methodically to the teenager’s knee. That same methodical slowness pulls him off the thick cock which had left his own dick twitching just to think about seconds ago. The cub sitting next to him immediately picks up his shift in mood and backs away as far as he can manage, bound as he was. The puppy cowers and scrunches himself up. Sean, however, had hardly noticed the need to murder creeping into the man’s bones. But Aaron couldn’t afford to move again. Plus he’d have to murder the cub, too. Taking him with would just be a liability. So, instead, he uses his words like the therapists had taught him to, “Keep your hands on the couch. Let me do what I’m gonna do.” And not hearing his own death in Aaron’s voice, Sean says, “Sorry, bro. Just got lost in the moment.” “If it happens again, your ass is grass,” Aaron says, more firmly. “Gotcha,” the dog replies while he spreads his arms over the back of the couch. Aaron has to remind himself the teenager is currently a little drugged. Maybe he’d just turn him into a junkie and keep him around as a housewhore. Sean’s probably old enough to move out and start chasing the dragon. The home gym would prolong his sexiness long enough for the cub to come into his own. Then he could just have the cub OD his brother, get him good and trapped under his thumb. That’s when the fun could really begin. Or maybe he’d just dock the dog’s ears some night in his sleep. Aaron has nothing to say as he grabs the dog’s leather leggings and tugs them down. Fat, heavy balls, slick with sweat, arrange themselves lopsided between Sean’s legs. The dog’s leg fur alternately clings tightly and ruffles itself seemingly at random from how the tight pants had compressed it. It didn’t matter. He just wanted the teen’s legs trapped while they fucked. The little bit of leverage he gets from trapping the dog’s muscular legs is exactly what he needs to lighten his mood. He runs a hand up those thick legs and enjoys how he can feel how hard the muscles are under the fur. Aaron says, “Let’s just skip to the best part. You should watch this too, cub. I’ll show you how to actually use this fat dick to feel good.” “He hasn’t failed to cum yet,” Sean brags, smiling smugly down at the cub. Aaron grabs some cold lube from the same drawer that had held the handcuffs. It was thin, strawberry-flavored, and water-based. There wasn’t time to warm it properly, unfortunately, and he cringes at the thought of rubbing it on his asshole. So, instead, he squeezes it out onto the dog’s fat cock. His whole body scrunches up in response and the little cry of “Cold!” soothes his annoyance at the dog’s old trespass. Doesn’t cure, but he wasn’t thinking of murdering him anymore. The lube warms nicely as he rubs it around the thick dick and makes sure to layer it extra thick on the knot. The wagging tail waps noisily on the couch and the raw joy of the teen at getting his ass floods the stoat’s ego. He still had it. Aaron leans down to force a kiss onto Sean’s canine muzzle. One hand holds his face still, stroking his handsome jawline while their lips met. Raw electric lust shoots through him at the feeling and he shoots forward to jam his tongue into the teenager’s mouth. Sean kisses back less deeply, but accepts their tongues dancing and pulling on one another in his mouth. The cock beneath him held steady, the stoat pushes the tapered tip against his hungry hole. To ignore the pain of the initial stretch, and to finish his little revenge, he wrestles the big dog’s tongue into his own and holds it a little too firmly between his teeth. The dog whines and when a hand comes up to stop the assault the stoat pushes it back down onto the couch. Aaron lets Sean’s tongue go from the brief, ferocious kiss mere seconds after starting it and sinks himself further down the thick cock. The sick, heavy satisfaction pushes up into his gut with the gentle pain of that familiar stretch and he moans and groans out his pleasure. “Man,” Sean starts to say in a grumbly voice, but seems to loose track of his thoughts to pleasure, “That’s a fine ass. Like goddamn velvet…” “Yeah, well, you’re still a stretcher, kid. Give me a minute and I’ll be crushing that knot,” Aaron says before diving down into the kiss again. Sean pushes forward into the kiss and his tongue shoots out to try to play with the stoat’s own. They hungrily dig into each other. Aaron’s hands greedily rub over the muscular body of the teenager while that dog has only his passionate, aggressive kisses to express the pleasure in his body. The firm pecs flex under the stoat’s hands as he leans further and further into the stoat’s inviting mouth. The second Aaron starts to feel more comfortable he starts to bounce on the big dog’s lap. It’s a gentle, rocking sort of fucking that pushes half the dick in and out of his supple hole. It’s still more than enough that he can feel it occasionally push into his prostate when he rolls his hips just right. But hitting it every time wasn’t the goal. He was going to feel that full, fat cock stretching his insides to the limit. To tide himself over, Aaron listens intently to the moans of the dog escaping from around their pressed together lips. He takes in the heavy breaths and beer smell emanating from Sean’s mouth, the strong vanilla taste of the beer absent from the taste of it on their tongues. “You can grab my ass if you want,” Aaron whispers into Sean’s floppy ear. He bites it afterword and gently chews the floppy bit. Powerful arms snake their way around his lithe body and firmly grip his cheeks as his thin hips continue to roll around his massive dong. Thick fingers squeeze into the flesh of his firm ass and another idea sparks in Aaron’s head, “You’re not straight, you’re just a top.” “What?” Sean says before noticing Aaron’s pink nipples through his white underfur. A rough kiss on it sends a heated tingle through the stoat’s chest. “Gay doesn’t mean you have to take a dick. You clearly want to fuck some tight man-ass,” Aaron says, and as if to drive the point home grabs the dog’s head and pulls it into his chest. “I’m not into guys,” he says and squeezes the firm ass harder. “Well, then why don’t I just hide this,” Aaron replies while he pulls away. He firmly grabs the dog’s muzzle to point it at his rock-hard dick. It leaks clear pre down onto Sean’s taut abs. The dog can’t take his eyes off it and his head nearly keeps time with Aaron’s rhythmic bouncing. “That’s a nice fucking dick,” Sean says, absentmindedly. His hips start moving in time with Aaron’s own to push his dick further into Aaron’s tight, flexing hole. It hits his pleasure spots more readily and Aaron openly bellows into his huge, empty house. It bounces off the wall, filling the space with the sounds of their ecstasy. To tease the dog, the stoat turns on his dick. It’s enough to draw another long, powerful moan from the dog. Halfway around the awkward turn, Aaron is reminded of the silent puppy staring at their passionate fucking by nearly kicking him in the head. His eyes are wide as he ducks under the foot, falling to his side. But at least, Aaron notes, he’s still rock hard from watching the sex. He can hardly pull his gaze away from the admittedly tame sex happening in front of him. When Aaron is finished with his little spin, he pulls Sean’s face into the crook of his neck. Looking down at the puppy, he says, “Get a good eyeful kid. I’m going to teach you how to love this. It’ll be the best thing you’ve ever had.” “Yeah…” Sean adds before licking along Aaron’s neck fur. Aaron pushes back into it, a signal that Sean takes exactly how he wanted. His teeth grind against the skin underneath. Little arcs of pleasure shoot up and down his neck. In response, he pushes himself harder down on the dick. The little bit of pain is ignored in favor of the burning urge to reach a new high. His prostate lights up with each stroke, matched with the searing joy of the cock just being deep in his guts, and he grabs the dog’s hands to guide them around his body. He pulls them up to his chest and down his stomach. By the time they get low enough for it to matter, Aaron is bouncing enough that his cock flips up to hit the dog’s hand. When the dog grabs it, he does it firmly and confidently. And Aaron decides to forgive it, this time, because of the shock of pleasure it sends coursing through his body, somehow connecting the waves of sensation from his ass and his neck. It rocks his body as he squeezes down on the cock inside him to earn a near-barking moan, almost a howl. Listening to it echo off the walls, it’s pleasing how it blends with his own deep moans. Still, he pulls the hand away to rub his chest. He didn’t want to cum before he got that knot inside him. The minutes it takes to feel that fat knot bump up against his taut ring seem to stretch infinitely and take barely a second as the dog greedily gropes and licks over his naked body. Aaron is careful to guide the dog only where he wants to be touched. But hitting that knot let him know what he needed to do next. They’re both close. The stoat can tell from the little grinding motions the dog is making to try to spread his hole. “Hold still, I’m getting this bad boy inside me if it kills me,” Aaron says. “Bite my neck again. Hard.” “Ian can take it,” Sean volunteers, “All you gotta do is pull it wide.” Aaron looks down at the small puppy still watching the sex with a strange mixture of awe and terror on his face. No wonder he was so scared when he walks in. Sean was shoving a pair of tennis balls up his ass at random. The laughter that escapes his mouth is as much euphoria as anything when he says, “And he cums every time? This kid’s a natural slut. Good onya, boy.” Ian looks down hearing that, ears folding down in shame. But it wasn’t the time to comfort him. Aaron instead pushes Sean’s hand back to the fluffy cushions behind him. He pulls up his legs for leverage, settling them on either side of the big dog’s knees. He pulls his cheeks wide and rises just high enough to keep the tip inside him before dropping with all the might he can muster down on the fat ball of flesh. It hits hard and the stretch of his hole for just a second is exquisite. The light burn of it fades as he rises again as quickly as he can. Every long, hard stroke forces a deep and resonating moan from the pair. The absence, fullness, absence of it raises the hunger in the stoat’s guts to a new height, a desperation to feel the sheer size of the dick inside him. Finally, with an inaudible pop, he can feel it stretch his hole beyond any sort of limit he’d had before. It slams into his guts in a burning, marvelous, painful ecstasy, knot expanding to lock itself into the tight confines of the stoat’s ass. The dog behind him howls his orgasm out, overwhelmed by animal passion that no doubt has his claws digging into the couch. Aaron’s imagination fills itself with the massive load no doubt being pumped into his guts. His legs kick out wide to settle himself down on the dog’s pelvis. To remind himself of the fat dick painting his insides, he flexes his still stretched-out hole beneath the knot and pulls up. He can hardly budge, but the dog behind him whines into his ear and licks his neck affectionately. The canine’s strong hand reaches around to grab the dick again, but looking down between his legs, Aaron has a better idea. So, he smacks Sean’s hand. “Hey, Ian, you’re going to practice swallowing now,” he says to the puppy looking in amazement at his balls resting on top of Sean’s much larger set. Or at least trying to look behind them. “Just like you practiced earlier. I want to cum someplace warm.” Cubs weren’t his thing but a hole was a hole. And a hot, wet one was better than some teenager’s unskilled handjob. The handcuffs jingle slightly when the cub rises to stand on his knees. The little one sits between two sets of legs and hesitates before he pulls himself as far forward as his predicament would allow. It’s just enough that when Aaron points his dick upwards, Ian can wrap his lips around the tip. Those warm, thin lips suckle on a head already leaking precum like a faucet into his small mouth. His tongue teases the glans as he swallows the precum without any apparent thoughts on it. The little puppy nervously watches Aaron from beneath as he slowly draws him closer to a powerful orgasm. The simple warmth makes him shiver when combined with the feeling of the fat knot grinding into his prostate with each motion of his body. It’s the return of the arc of pleasure shooting through his body, from his ass and around his dick and finally into his buzzing brain. It’s the best sort of intoxicating. “I bet you could kiss the bottom of this one,” Aaron says. He gives the puppy as friendly a smile as he can imagine to reward him for the rolling pleasure of that tongue sliding across a few inches of his dick. His hand reaches forward to pet the little puppy between the ears, like the trained dog he was going to become. And without forcing him, he starts to take more of the stoat’s dick into his mouth. Hot, wet warmth engulfs more and more of his length as the tongue gently rubs the underside of his shaft. A conspicuous absence draws his attention, but simultaneously amuses him. “It’s called sucking dick for a reason. Put your lips over your teeth and just… Fuck, he’s still pulsing… just suck it.” The suction adds a new dimension to the pleasure, the mouth growing tight and active around his dick. He pets the puppy more firmly and rubs between the little dog’s ears to encourage him. To his shock and utter delight, a sudden whap alerts him to the young canine’s tail starting to wag from the attention. His head sinks lower quickly, slurping the cock down like a noodle. It curls Aaron’s toes and he let’s out just a little more positive attention to his future whore, “Goddamn, you’re good at this.” It wouldn’t take him long to cum, but he just wanted to make sure the cub really understood his role in all this. The hand petting him pushes the little dog up and when he tries to back off completely pulls him back down. Soon, the dog has the rhythm. Five inches, almost all of his dick, disappears into and out of Ian’s canine muzzle. The pleasure in Aaron’s straining body builds like a storm, vastly accelerated by the attention to his dick. It was amateur at best. His awkward tongue would lick slowly over the unexciting places along the side of the shaft before accidentally sliding underneath or moving up to lap at the tip, but it was driving him mad with it’s inaccuracy. It was impossible to predict when the pleasure would rise or go back to the sweet simmer of just the careless suction. Every little motion sent his mind sprawling hopefully or had it succumb to an only mildly pleasant despair that sent his mind to thoughts on the fat ball of flesh still spraying little dribbles of cum in him. The head on his shoulder watches with an intense interest. Sean pants into his ear, nearly drowning out the sloppy, wet sounds of his little brother attempting to pleasure the grown man. Watching Aaron’s dick be used on the hole that Sean wanted to claim for his own. Aaron thrusts a little, earning a groaning, “Fuck” from the dog as he bottoms out with just enough dick to get an inch into the cub’s throat through his entire muzzle. The feeling is electric as the muscles flex and squeeze the head of his cock and the puppy panickingly tries to remember the lesson he’d been taught earlier. It’s only a passing thought to Aaron as the raw high throws him into a raging climax. He holds that tight muzzle to his groin and grinds up into it. The little dog struggles only add to the pleasure. Ian could fight it all day, but his his cute little throat would be as full as Aaron wanted it to be. The stoat cringes in excruciating pleasure as he starts to cum directly into that tight throat. It’s bliss, an utter heaven stoked by the hot feeling of cum building up in his own ass as much as anything else. The feeling of squeezing the knot blends with the raw ecstasy of the cub’s tight mouth and traps his breath in his chest. Blinding spots appear in his vision while he draws the pleasure he can manage from the brothers. He pushes Ian back so that the last few strings will spray over his cute face. Sean’s reaction is a satisfied hmph as he wraps his arms around the stoat’s waist. Cum leaks out of the Ian’s panting muzzle and dribbles down onto the smeared golden lips. It decorates his face as well as the facepaint and Aaron decides to restore his mood by saying, “Good fucking job, kid. You’re better than I was at your age.” Which was true. He was a biter. “And you weren’t half bad yourself,” Aaron continues. He pulls the bigger dog into a shorter, less lust-driven kiss. “Can’t wait til next time.” “Yeah…” The dog starts, distracted. “Next time?” “You want me to keep being quiet, you’re going to have to keep buying my silence,” Aaron says with no small amount of pride. “And bring your brother. We have lots to teach him.” The pair digest this, each in their own way. And the stoat is happy to leave them to it, mostly. His body aches from the stretching and the intense orgasm and he leans back into the dog. A hand reaches down to pull the big dog’s arm tighter around him. “That orange soda will do a pretty good job of getting the taste out of your mouth, by the way.” He wasn’t as stupid as Sean. Orgasms weren’t some magical mind control. They were fun, though.