Usually he did not participate in such activities. But tonight...tonight he couldn't help it. Under the twinkling stars of the ebony colored sky, and the weaving blades of grass of the earthy floor below him, he rested; a cream colored paw slowly stroking a muscular belly. Such activities were reserved for pups with less disipline, pups who had no control over thier bodies, and no control over the sexual desire that burned within each and everyone one of them after expriencing the first taste of blissful joy at the hands of thier own self- molestation. He was above them-usually. But not tonight. Tonight it couldn't be helped. The one armed dog arched his back, the breeze persading him further. Whispy bursts of warm summer air danced across his aching erection, the ruby red tower gently throbbing in the air, begging to stroked. He rarly dissapointed himself, his trainning pushed his body to the very limits, and exploted the potential that lie dorment in him.

He passed every test, he aced ever trial, and triumphed over every obstcale that stood in his way... but this one.It was the single activity that always seemed to defeat him in the end. To subcom to the relentless desire for self pleasure...the very ideal disgusted him, and yet he continued. The rough paw slipping lower, tickling across his pubic fur slightly, before decidedly wrapping around the scarlet red monument that defied the instructions of his mind. It sickened him! He could command his body to do whatever he pleased! He could force it to rigerously preform push ups until he could bearly feel his legs, and still he could do more. He lifted the limb rendering amount of weight every day with one paw, and afterwards he would run. He would race across the farm until his body was a brillant alabaster streak across the farm. Spotted hips arched, sliding the the aroused meat further into the waiting paw. A wet trickle of fluid raced down the crimson shaft fluiding the tight balls filled with his milk. He wouldn't submit! He wouldn't! Hot jolts of pleasure raced up and down his spine, tormenting him and teasing him at the same time. The torture of what he was doing to himself could only be matched and surpassed by the arousal that engulfed him. Spotted hips rose again, forcing a heavy breath from the tightly sealed lips. Another thrust. Another trickle of pre fluids that lubed his shaft even more, taunting him, making his cock slippery and forcing him to increase his speed. Another thrust. His tongue hung out now, lapping at the brisk summer air. Another thrust. His cock ached for released, the red flesh swollen with need and frustration. Another thrust. He was losing it. Another thrust. Control! He had control!! Another thrust. His heart was racing in his chest like so many he had run for the bark brigade. Another thrust. hot bursts of milk shot up from his aroused tip, landing on the ground below with satisfying splats and soft wet drops. Another thrust. More of the creamy stream shot forth, one continus throb after another. Another thrust. He was done. Lying there quietly, whimpering at bliss wrapped around his body like a warm blanket, lulling him to sleep, singing to him softly.

He had lost the fight again. But even as those thoughts drifted in and out of his mind as he dropped his guard and allowed slumber to over take him, he couldn't help but cling to one last thought...:"It felt good."

The End

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