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Something Borrowed

Chapter 8: The Witness

“Tell me again why you’re having me run?” Aksel asked with a snort as he laced his shoes up on the steps of his building. A duo of steamy streams causing a wisp of fog to curl around his muzzle before being taken by the gentle breeze.

“Something to take your mind off your rut,” Stolid replied flatly. “You need structure and discipline if you’re going to be a good leader of thralls.”

“Really?” Aksel chuckled, putting his earbuds in so that he didn’t look like he was crazy while talking to Stolid. “You’re kind of getting ahead of yourself. Don’t these thralls live for me? I don’t have to be the disciplined one.”

“You’re correct,” Stolid answered_. “They live to serve you, not the other way around. Also, do you give me permission to take control sometimes during your runs? That way I can turn off the music or change it for you without you breaking stride.”_

“Sure, whatever,” Aksel rolled his eyes. “Whatever you’re planning, I’m sure it’ll be worth the secrecy.”

“Secrecy? Hidden agendas? I don’t know what you’re implying,” Stolid’s voice held humor in it.

“Sure, so I just start running?” Aksel snorted as he started to jog down the sidewalk. “If you’re going to be keeping me up at this ungodly hour, then I’m expecting some sort of devious plan.”

“Isn’t making sure you stay focused while you have a growing cult of followers plan enough?”

“Now, don’t be trying to distract me with a boner now,” Aksel chuckled, his breath whispering around the corners of his muzzle.

“This is why you need something else to occupy your mind,” Stolid was playfully annoyed. “You’re catching wise. Maybe I’m rubbing off on you.”

“A few weeks ago I may have had some objections to a sex cult, but I can’t argue with the results.” Aksel put both his arms up and flexed them, the windbreaker’s sleeves stretched to their limit before he got back into his rhythm. “I’m a total beast and it kind of feels right to have loyal followers and what not to provide me food and money.”

“And the constant cock sucking isn’t bad either, is it?” Stolid added.

“That sure as fuck helps your case,” Aksel paused at a light, jogging in place. “When you brought Ron in from the costume store, I have to admit, I was a little pissed, but honestly, he seems so much happier. It’s like, I can feel his happiness.”

_ “That’s the joy of being a devotee of a cult. As long as you’re doing things in service to your master, then you’re always happy.”_ Stolid confirmed.

“Yeah, it’s strange,” Aksel started jogging again as the light turned. “It’s like, if I focus hard enough, I can feel them, all of them. Ron, Ryan, and even Ken. Their like little heartbeats in the back of my mind. I can feel when they’re thinking of me and when they do something for me.”

“Like having a consistent buzz, isn’t it?” Stolid’s essence smirked. “Take a left here.”

“Yeah,” Aksel continued his jog, his heart rate elevated, but his entire body thrumming. “It’s like that smoking buzz you get, but it gives me the opposite of black lung.” Aksel emphasized his point by snorting and kicking it up a notch. His hooves galloped across the sidewalk. “So, are you, like, addictive or whatever?”

“Depends on who you ask,” Stolid shrugged. “Isn’t it okay to be addicted to something that’s good for you? Like getting exercise or eating healthy.”

“For sure,” Aksel smirked, getting distracted as he passed a building with tall glass windows. The early morning sun shone down the street and turned them into mirrors for the buck as he raced by. He slowed his pace just slightly to linger on his reflection. His antlers had grown, spreading out wider than his ears and breaking off into eight points. His neck was thicker, his jaw more square and beard thick and lush. His blond hair had grown out a bit and he was going to need to find a barber soon, but damn if he didn’t look like some scruffy, Nordic hunk. His sapphire eyes gleamed red for a moment as Stolid took a look too.

“You’re coming along nicely,” Stolid complimented him.

“Fuck yeah,” Aksel snorted and kissed the air. “You think I’m taller than Terry yet?”

“Let’s find out,” Stolid took over their body briefly to have them side step wider than they needed to pass a bike rack and Aksel gave a little elk yelp as his shoulder crashed into another jogger.

“The fuck!” Aksel growled at Stolid before turning around to see the jogger who screamed when he hit the ground. “Shit, dude, you okay—”

“Shit, fuck,” Terry’s hood had fallen back, the Great Dane’s face exposed as he gripped his shoulder. “Watch where you’re goin—Stix?”

Oh shit! Aksel froze. He was the metaphorical deer in the headlights.

“What are you…you jog?” Terry went to help himself up and the buck instinctively offered his hand. Their fingers brushed against one another’s and Aksel felt an aching sense of need and revulsion. He wanted to snarl and pin him to the wall and rut him like an unruly bitch, he wanted to demand why he did what he did, but he couldn’t.

“You asshole,” Aksel growled at Stolid.

“Want me to take over, or do you got this?”

_ “Take over now!”_

“Sorry Sweetheart,” Stolid hoisted the Dane up a little harder than necessary, the dog falling forward and gripping the stag’s broad shoulders. Stolid braced himself with a back leg for this, making sure the dog hit nothing but solid, stalwart, buck muscle. The Dane blinked, his hands caressing Stolid’s shoulders. “You alright?”

“I,” Terry paused, his hands slipping from the buck as he steadied himself. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

At first Terry was at eye level with the buck, but as he straightened up, his muzzle tilted down just a hair.

“Still taller than us? Damn,” Aksel mentally stomped his hoof.

“Just by a hair.” Stolid reasoned. “But maybe not for long.”

“You sure you’re okay?” Stolid spoke. “That was a nasty tumble and that was totally my fault.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Terry was short. “I just want to get through my run.”

“Anything I can do?”

“Stop being so considerate,” Terry was frustrated. “You’re Ken’s man. You’ve made that very clear?”

“Wait, what?” Stolid narrowed his eyes, but in reality he was smiling inwardly. “Has he been saying that?”

“Yeah,” Terry paused as though he were confused. “I thought you, like, fucked him in the library all the time now.”

“Wow,” Stolid feigned surprise. “He told you that? I mean it was one time, but…dude, it’s casual. We aren’t anything but fuck buddies or whatever it’s called nowadays.”

“Ken sure as hell thinks otherwise,” Terry was blushing, crossing his arms and folding his ears back. “You’re all he talks about.”

“I mean, I’m an interesting guy,” Stolid joked. “Though I don’t know where he gets this whole idea that we’re exclusive.”

“What, you fucking other people?” Terry cocked a brow.

“Nah,” Stolid waived off Terry’s comment. “But, I’ve been sending some vibes to a few.”

“So you’re on dating apps?”

“Oh, no,” Stolid leaned in, putting a hand on the glass behind Terry and leaning into him close. “I’m far more direct and personal.” Stolid snorted, his hot breath brushing against Terry’s neck. The Dane’s face burned bright red.

“Wh-What do you mean?”

“He’s not that bright, dude,” Aksel groaned. “You got to be more forward.”

“Just let me handle this.” Stolid dismissed Aksel before continuing to speak to Terry. “How’s about we race for the answer? First one to the statue in Glenmore Park? You win, I tell you exactly what I mean. I win, and I get to ask you something myself?”

“I, sure,” Terry furrowed his brow.

“So it’s a deal?” Stolid held out his hand with his ring on it, the ruby glinting in the morning light, or maybe something more.

“Y-Yeah, sure,” Terry held out his hand and shook on it with a sly smirk.

“That’s a good boy,” Stolid smirked, his hand that was on the wall beside him slid down before gracing the Dane’s shoulder and creeping towards his neck. “You ready?”

“Y-Yes,” Terry’s eyes went wide as another blush kissed his cheeks.

“Then, GO!” Stolid gripped the Dane’s hood and pulled it back over his head and eyes. The Dane gave a little yip of surprise as Stolid turned and ran.

“Stix!” Terry shouted as the buck got to the corner.

“Hurry up Sweetheart!” Stolid shouted, waiving one hand without looking back. He turned the corner and slowed down, turning around to make sure the Dane was following.

“You think he’s going to chase after you after that?”

As though on cue the Dane came charging around the corner.

“You were saying?” Stolid chuckled and spun on his heels and started his way to the park at the end of the street.

“Fucking showoff,” Aksel grumbled in the corners of his mind.

Terry looked pissed and Stolid was chuckling like an absolute dork. Aksel couldn’t tell if it was genuine or not, but he caught them in a rom-com classic of the loveable goofball and the cute love ball turned raging bull.

Stolid was toying with Terry, keeping him just out of reach so he couldn’t pull anything or force himself into first. The entire time Stolid was trying to hold back his laughter, and failing to do so, though Aksel could never tell if it was genuine or not.

The two broke into the park, but that wasn’t the finish line. The park was huge, and plenty of rolling hills and wooded areas, but only one had a statue. Stolid could tell Terry was starting to peter out, having to run full bore to break their original distance.

“You running out of steam, Sweetheart!?”

“Not even close,” Terry barked out between breaths. The two were getting closer and closer to the statue and Stolid was about to hit it when he felt something grip the elastic of his sweatpants. Stolid still managed to grip the statue, but not without their sweats pulling down to expose his thick, muscled ass.

“Getting a little handsy there?” Stolid chuckled, gripping the other end of the elastic with one hand. He turned to see that Terry had tripped on the platform and broke his fall by gripping onto their pants. The Great Dane looked mortified and let go of the sweatpants, the elastic slapping up on those cheeks and making them ripple. The stag was breathing heavy, but not as much as Terry was. He leaned against the statue and smirked.

“So, you gunna honor our deal and answer my question?”

“F-Fuck…you,” Terry heaved as he got up on his knees, gulping air as sweat dripped from his brow.

“Ah nah, we shook on it,” Stolid smirked.

“Yeah, but you cheated.”

“I never said you couldn’t cheat,” Stolid smirked.

“Well, fuck you anyway—” Terry had turned to look at the buck, and didn’t expect to see the stag’s massive cock flopping between his legs. Stolid was giving the dog full frontal, his sweats having slipped onto the ground, that thick dick was half hard and dripping over the veins on those thick and powerful thighs. Steam rolled off those nuts, the distinct smell of man filling the little clearing.

“So, for my question,” Stolid smirked, flexing his cock, the thick pipe twitching out further. “And I want an honest answer.” Stolid gripped his fist, the one with the ring, a gentle glow forming around the dog’s irises. “How much have you enjoyed my fuck stink on your sheets?”

“I…” Terry looked like he was going to be repulsed, but the deal was struck and his eyes flashed red. He was choking on his lie, his denial of the situation. “I…I haven’t washed them…since the party…because you smell so good.”

Terry blinked, his face burning deep red, though the control vanished, the deal only good for one question. Stolid grinned as he spread his legs, the sweats abandoned around one of his ankles.

“Yeah? You’re a kinky little guy,” Stolid smirked. “You want a taste of what Ken was getting? I bet that buck rut is stale on your sheets. You want a fresh coat?” Stolid gripped the base of his cock, the sheath swelling as more of that cock reeled out into the open air.

“I…” Terry was free to choose, to stay or go, but the display was so manly, and he…he wanted this. He had been dreaming about it ever since their damn party. Every time he went to bed at night he replayed the scene of that dominant man fucking the helpless little bitch into his mattress, right up until he slammed the door in his face. Terry knew that Stix wasn’t just fucking in that moment, he was fucking his bitch and he wouldn’t be disturbed, he only wished he could be that little and cute underneath the big stag. He wanted this, he wanted this for a long time, and now his fantasy was standing there with his dick steaming in the cool morning air. He moved to get up, but Stolid wasn’t having it.

“Nah, crawl,” Stolid smirked. “Like a bitch. If you want to stay and get a taste of the shit you’ve been snorting, crawl like a good boi.”

“Dude! Terry isn’t into that!” Aksel tried to reel Stolid in.

“Trust me, this big dog wants to feel like a cute little tramp,” Stolid grinned as Terry got back down and started to crawl up to the big guy. The Dane’s tail was hiked up, that buck cock making his mouth water.

“That’s a good boi,” Stolid cooed as the Dane came between his legs, his lips coming up to that cock, but Stolid stopped him. “Hold on Sweetheart. Give thanks for the meal first.”

Terry trembled, his maw going lower as that red, hot cock rolled across his muzzle, the thick musk filling his nose as his jowls came to the buck’s furry sack, gently sucking them into his maw as that tongue played with them.

“That’s right, let’s be honest with ourselves,” Stolid snorted as his nuts were suckled into that hungry maw, wrapped in warm tongue and bathed in saliva before rolling out into the cold, one at a time and then back again. “You’ve wanted to be between my legs for a while now, haven’t you, Sweetheart.”

“Yes,” Terry let his hot breath roll against that sack.

“Oh no,” Stolid smirked, gripping a fist full of Terry’s hair and guiding him back down onto his nuts. “I want to feel your confession in my balls. Go ahead. Say it right into the source of that stink you’ve been huffing.”

“Yethgk,” Terry moaned around those nuts, the word sending a wave up that cock and causing a steamy dollop to well up on that cock tip. More than just pleasure was rolling between those balls. Each lick of that tongue, each lap of that hungry maw, Aksel could feel it. Worship, power, devotion, it was all running up through his spine and blooming against his skull. It filled his body and flowed through his veins like a drug, a rush that thrummed in his bones as that Dane between his legs worked those balls and sucked the musk off them.

“Fuck yeah, that’s a good boi,” Stolid moaned, his hot breath rolling around his lips. He bit his lower lip as he gently gyrated his hips, that fat nine inches smearing musk over the Dane’s muzzle. Against the cold, the drops of pre were like candlewax as they dribbled down into the Dane’s hair, marking him with that buck musk.

“Ho’ shit,” Terry moaned, his cock straining in his sweatpants. Aksel knew what the Dane was packing and it wasn’t small. He was always bigger than him, and it was a point of contention as well. Back when they were together, when he fucked Terry would demand he go deeper when he didn’t have any more dick to give. But now, now he had more than enough dick to keep that needy bitch in line, and with every lick, every whorish moan, that cock throbbed and drank up the Dane’s worship.

“Good start,” Stolid murred. “Got me all ready to go. Now, keep your mouth open.”

Stolid gave an order and Terry obeyed, his mouth opening and letting the bucks rut charged nuts slip off his tongue, his drool dribbling down his chin. Terry held eye contact with Stolid with one eye as the buck drew his hips back, his other eye blocked out by that twitching musky pipe. It had to be as thick as the Dane’s wrist and just over nine inches. Terry’s other eye was revealed just as that thick dick oozed another drop of pre, cementing the Dane’s eye shut as that tip bounced off the dog’s nose and fell down to rest on Terry’s bottom lip.

Terry’s mouth reeked of nut sack, the musk strong and potent. He’d have dick breath all day, and yet it still wasn’t enough. He moved forward, only for the fingers fisting his hair to halt him.

“Eager little bitch,” Stolid smirked. “Slow, nice and slow. Just the tip.”

“W-What if someone see’s us?” Terry’s voice was soft.

“Then you better be a good boy and do as I say, Sweetheart. The better you are at following directions, the less time we’ll have to get caught.”

Terry looked like he was reconsidering, but then Stolid flexed his cock, a dribble of that pre gracing the dog’s taste buds. His one eye rolled back into his skull as he wrapped his thick lips around it, his jowls working to nurse and suckle on that cock tip. His tongue lulled over it, flicking over the slit and then swirling around the tip to milk more of that musky ambrosia.

“Good boi,” Stolid murred and gave him another inch to suckle on, his knees shaking at how eagerly that maw lapped and slurped over that hot flesh. “Oh shit,” Stolid moaned. He was almost inclined to give the dog several more of those inches. The frigid November air was stinging his sensitive flesh, but that warm and inviting maw was almost feverishly hot. He gave in and let him slurp down another few inches and pulled him back, making him bob on that cock, his head gyrating.

Aksel remembered this. Whenever Terry didn’t’ want to ride him, he would just give him head. The Dane was great at giving head. Best dick sucking lips he ever had, and the dog knew it. He had enough practice behind his back, he damn well better be. Aksel would have dwelled further on it, but the way that head slurped the stress and anger out of him was just as nostalgic as it was hypnotic.

Then his balls bounced against a warm, wet chin. Terry was taking that entire shaft deep into his throat. There was no transition or gag. Just smooth, silky, hot, bitch maw slurping at his dick for the nut brewing in his balls.

Stolid was more or less just keeping his fingers threaded through Terry’s hair, his hand not so much guiding as it was just along for the ride as that skull propelled itself forward, slurped up and then went back down.

“Fuck Sweetheart,” Stolid snorted. “you know how to suck dick-ohhhmmmm!” Stolid had to bite his bottom lip to hold in his groan as Terry ground his muzzle into his musky pubes, his tongue lulling out and flittering around his hairy nut sack. The Dane’s throat gulped and suckled along that shaft, making sure the head was always stimulated as he showed expert control over his tongue by using it to keep his balls apart, rolling one, the other, then flittering in-between as he gently head butted himself as deep as he could into those pubes.

“Shit—” Stolid noticed how quickly he was reaching his limit and tried to pull back, but Terry pushed him flush against the statue, the thing a monument to some special government official. He was pinned, the dog slurping like a mad man, his hand coming up to cup those nuts and keep his breakfast warm while he worked over that shaft.

“Ho-Ohfff,” Stolid was losing control fast, he didn’t know what to do besides grip Terry by the hair and yank back. The dog gave a pained yip as his lips popped off that trembling dick. Thick strands of cock snot, throat sludge, and spit coated that shaft, strings of it smacking onto the ground and steaming in the cool air. That dick twitched, a steady stream of pre dribbling onto the ground.

“You almost had me there,” Stolid huffed, snorting and breathing heavy. “But like I told you at your little party. I don’t play other people’s games.”

“Really?” Terry licked his chops, any strings or cock snot were quickly swallowed like god intended. “Cuz it looked like you were in the palm of my hand. Still are.”

Terry gave the buck’s nuts a gentle squeeze, his thumb running through the slick still on those nuts.

“I cum when I say I cum,” Stolid smirked. “Though, you almost had me.”

“Do you want me to suck your dick or not?” Terry cocked a brow with a sly smirk, one little drop of pre still gleaming on the corner of his muzzle.

“I want you to be a good boy and do as you’re told,” Stolid gave a cocky grin. “Now get up on that statue, ass up.”

Terry smirked and moved to the statue, replacing where Stolid was leaning, and hooked his sweats down to reveal the thick ass that Aksel remembered. Those thick globes practically sloshed out of those sweats, the thick cheeks toned and muscular while still having some pushin’ for the cushion. Terry made sure to keep his ass at pique fuckability.

The Dane hiked is tail up, his hips shaking and his cheeks swaying with such mass that they were almost delayed behind that movement.

“Hey,” Stolid smirked, leaning in and hot-dogging his dick between those cheeks and gripping the Dane’s scruff to pin him to the statue.

“What I do now?” Terry asked a little annoyed.

“I didn’t tell you to hike your tail up,” Stolid murred, gripping it by the base and causing the Dane to shiver. “That’s my job, Sweetheart.” Stolid rumbled into the Dane’s ear as he ground his throbbing dick between those cheeks, the Dane’s used and worked out pucker like a donut ready to be glazed.

“Oh fuck,” Terry shivered, his hole being teased, his knees knocking as the buck smirked and kept the Dane right where he wanted him.

“That’s right,” Stolid let the cool air pull him back from the edge, undo some of the needy bitch’s work as he sawed over that needy hole. “That feel good, Sweetheart?”

“Oh fuck, yes,” Terry murred, his cheeks jostling a bit as he hot-dogged his way between them.

“You ready?”

“Yes, please,” Terry gave a little wine as he tried to angle himself just right to get it in, but he couldn’t in his position without Stolid’s help.

“Then say my name,” Stolid murred, his hot breath curling around the Dane’s ear. “Tell me you want it.”

“Fuck, I want it Stix,” Terry moaned.

As soon as he did, Aksel felt that rush from before when he was on his nuts. The name might not be his, but what’s in a name. That Dane was moaning his name, begging for release from the one person that mattered and surrendering control to him.

“Styx?” Terry asked, his voice heavy, his eyes half sheathed. “Please, I want it.”

“I know Sweetheart, I know,” Stolid murred. “And I’ll give it to you. I just love hearing you beg for it. You’re such a good boi. So obedient. So easy,” Stolid smirked and rolled his hips back before his cock tip kissed that pucker, the tip oozing pre over that doughnut hole.

“Fuck, yes, Stix,” Terry moaned.

“Tell me Sweetheart, and don’t lie to me,” Stolid let his dick start to slip in. “How long have you wanted this? How long has your hole been twitching for me?”

“Fuck, Stix, since the moment I first laid eyes on you,” Terry arched his back and tried to sit down on that cock, but the firm fist on his tail kept him in place.

“Oh Sweetheart,” Stolid murred and stopped sinking his dick in. “Don’t lie to me. You’ve been thinking about me longer than that. Don’t tell me you weren’t thinking of this exact situation from the moment Ken told you about me.”

“Oh, fuck yes, it’s true,” Terry gasped as Stolid continued sinking his dick deeper.

“That’s a good boi,” Stolid murred as he started to seat himself nice and deep into that hole. “Now, don’t lie, you love taking Ken’s guys, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Terry gasped. “Fuck yes you’re so deep. Oh god, I think you’re in virgin territory.”

“Bet it’s been a long time since you’ve been able to say that, huh Sweetheart,” Stolid said ‘Sweetheart’ like it was some sort of insult and Terry shook, his body trembling like a leaf.

“Yes, it’s so good,” Terry’s claws scraped against the stone of the statue, his hips gyrating, his cheeks doing the same on Stolid’s dick.

“Well, we’re just getting started,” Stolid murred into his ear before giving it a little nip. He sank his hips deeper and pulled back, slowly rolling in and out of that soft, warm hole. Soft paps filled the clearing as Stolid went to work claiming the Dane. “That’s right, you like that Sweetheart? You want more? Then beg. Tell me how much you fucking love this dick and beg.”

“Fuck Stix, not so loud, I don’t want to get caught,” Terry gasped and bit his lip.

“What did I say about being obedient?” Stolid smiled and stopped thrusting his hips, keeping his dick almost out, only the tip inside oozing pre into that used hole.

“Oh fuck Stix, please I need it,” Terry gasped, his hot breath coming out in puffs of fog, his words peppered by his labored breathing. “It’s so fucking good, it hits so fucking deep, please don’t stop.”

Terry had to stifle a yip as Stolid slammed his hips back in, one loud smack echoing off the trees and into the park for anyone to hear before the soft plaps started up again. Terry had to stop talking as the buck hit nice and deep. Deeper than before.

“That’s a good boi,” Stolid murred and kept his hips moving. “Keep begging. Keep saying my name.”

“Oh fuck yes,” Terry whispered, his voice hoarse as he pushed back against those thrusts. “Fuck yes Stix, it’s so fucking big, it’s so fucking deep. Yes Stix, keep fucking me. Fuck me nice and deep. Bust in me like you did Ken, like you did on my bed. I want to feel your fucking cum filling me up. Please.”

“Good boi,” Stolid murred into the mutt’s ear as he continued to rut nice and deep, their knot knocking at his back door.

Aksel was floored at both the sensations and how Terry was begging for it. The Dane was usually a power bottom, edging his men until they couldn’t edge anymore. No, with the way he whispered and begged, the way he panted and breathlessly gasped, it was like he was praying. And Aksel could feel it. Those begs of devotion and need welled up inside him. He could feel his cock dig a bit deeper, his hooves having to scrape against the stone to reposition himself as he drank up the adoration, his ring glowing as the two feasted on the whore moaning beneath them. Aksel’s jaw cracked, elongating a bit, his beard getting thicker to the point you couldn’t see anything beneath where it grew. His hair gained luster and styled itself. His brow got wider, his back elongated, his windbreaker’s threads popping around his shoulders as they grew broader.

“That’s right, I’m almost there Sweetheart, keep going. Beg me to bust inside you. Who’s my good little doe?”

“Me Stix, I’m your fucking bitch. I’m your doe. Oh fuck, I’m your hole, your fuck dump. Just-oh fuck-just don’t stop.”

Aksel’s pecs pushed forward, the wife-beater beneath his jacket straining and slipping further up to reveal his bellybutton. It was so sweet, so deceptive, and all so rewarding to hear the little bitch squirm beneath them. Like a whore, like the whore he was for all those other men.

Stolid turned Terry’s head so their lips found one another. Their tongues lulled into each other’s mouths. The demands and dominance melted away into something far more intimate as their breath mingled, but it was still very much Stolid in control.

“Grab my knot,” Stolid demanded. “Grab it and make me breed you.”

Stolid could have grabbed it himself, but this was the final line. Terry was given a choice, a moment to decide, and he grabbed that knot, using his free will to show that he truly wanted it.

“Fuck yes, you’re grabbing me so fucking good. Fuck,” Stolid kept his voice low, his mouth stuck in a silent elk cry as he came, his balls throbbed and boiled before drawing up, his cock squelched deeper in that hole as Terry’s talented fingers messaged the base of that knot and gently squeezed it. That cock tip dug deeper as it grew on that final act of submission before thick, hot, powerful jets of cum squelched and gargled deep into that used Dane pucker. Terry had grabbed his own dick at the same time and was squirting his load all over the base of the statue.

Stolid kept thrusting through that orgasm. He could have tied him, but he knew if he did, even with Terry’s loose hole, he would have been stuck with his new size. Stolid pulled his cock out, much against the protests of the Dane, and a thick wash of cum came flowing out and sloshed onto the floor, some getting on the ass of his sweats and putting a few dark stains on them.

“Fuck, damn,” Stolid huffed, his neck thicker than before, his muscles more prominent. “You good?”

“Fuck…” Terry pulled his pants back up. “What am I going to do about this?” He said about the stain on his ass.

“Hey, Sweetheart,” Stolid gripped the chin of the Dane and forced him to look up. It was subtle, and slight, but the Dane was looking up at the buck now. “Don’t worry about it. If anyone questions it, it’s sweat. I got to get going though. You good?”

“I…” Terry blinked. “Yeah I’m fine. I got to get to work, so I got to go shower and stuff.”

“Good boy,” Stolid pulled the dog into a kiss, he could taste his own musk on that maw. “Fuck you taste so good with me on you.”

Terry’s still hard cock twitched.

“I’ll see you around,” Stolid said, slipping his pants on and snagging his phone that was perched up on the statue.

“Holy shit, that was amazing,” Aksel said as they exited the park, running away at a decent pace. “Though, how does it help with my whole revenge thing?”

“Oh, it helps,” Stolid turned off the phone’s recording and started typing up a message for Ken. “Like I said. When this is all over, Terry’s life will be ruined and he’ll be the only one to blame.”

Stolid smacked the send button and let the recording go off to Ken who would hear all of the confessions that Terry just gave, and their steamy sex. He also had instructions to take Stix side on this in every regard, the symbiote in the poodles brain making sure he’ll do just that.

“Fuck, you’re so devious,” Aksel smirked, his body feeling heavier yet faster all at the same time. “What’s next?”

“What do you mean?” Stolid had humor in his tone. “We sit back, get our dick sucked, and watch the sparks fly. And where else does a slut turn to when they lose everything?”

Aksel took a moment and did the mental equivalent of a shrug.

“They shack up with their most recent lay,” Stolid’s essence shuddered. “Get ready for a hate fuck, because your revenge is coming in fast and hot.”

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