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"Fuck you, Ward, my dad's better than your dad."

"Don't fucking come at me with that weak shit, your dad can't take shit Oscar."

"Bull-fucking-shit, your dad has the stamina of a loser virgin."

"You know what? Fuck this. I wanna settle this once and for all."

From the floor in front of the two lads came a tired, desperate, muffled groan. A gruffer sound, or it should have been, were it not tainted with the fatigued whimper of a man caught on edge. One of the jocks, a Malamute, smacked the bound male's upturned ass with a savage swat of his paw, catching the cheeks with an open palm with all too satisfying slap of tender flesh. That whimper turned to a strangled mewl before it quietened in an immediate hush, the canine quivering from the blow. He looked like a far older version of the jock, only with greying fur around his muzzle and perhaps a more faded coat. It was hard to miss the speckles of ashen fur with the bright red ball gag shoved into his maw and clamped around his skull. It looked just as uncomfortable as the rest of the ropes did, tied against his fur an almost too tight grasp that gave him little room save to breathe and shiver, exposed before the two boys. He had been placed with his head to the floor, upon his knees so that his buttocks stuck up into the air, tail pinned back by yet more bindings, leaving his hole vulnerable. Already wet with lube but not quite yet dripping with cum, it showed the signs of a fresh gape. He had recently been fucked, and by someone with the endowment only a horse could hope to wield. He looked utterly pathetic.

His companion fared no better either. Beside him was an equally aged Doberman, trapped in much the same ropes as he was, complimented with yet another gag shoved into his mouth and pinned by his teeth. Like the Malamute, his hole too glistened with lube, though it seemed he was not allowed the rest, as the other boy was sliding three fingers idly into the male's opening, refusing him the chance to close up. He trembled with the force, his jaw clenched hard on the gag as he fought against the feelings. Both their cocks were standing to attention, both leaking abhorrent amounts of pre, and neither of them could do a damn thing about it, victims to their younger dominators and utterly at their mercy.

"What do you suggest?" The Malamute asked. He leant back upon the sofa with a cock in paw, fingers gliding through the slimy drippings of lube still clinging to his shaft. Both of the boys had been graced with their fathers' genetics, but Oscar had gone to the trouble of researching herbal supplements to take to increase potency and virility. It had taken a few months of trial and error, but once he'd figured out the perfect cocktail he'd shared the recipe with his buddy Ward and soon they realised they were a good few inches fatter and longer than their dads. Needless to say, it had also ramped up their arousal too, and hot-blooded canines fighting for authority as alpha led only to the inevitable. To this day, they were still a little surprised it had resulted in their sires on their knees begging for dick, but if Oscar was honest with him, he was more amused by the fact that it had been all too easy.

"A little friendly competition. How about we switch?" Ward had a sly grin on his muzzle. Though he perhaps wasn't as buff as his old man, he had inherited his dad's good looks. With more of a swimmer's build, he didn't compare to his father's bulked body. However he more than made up for it with the personality that quite literally commanded a room. Even Oscar had trouble sometimes keeping pace with the dastardly Doberman. His meat, a dark, ripe red, pulsed between his legs, leaning to one side over his thigh and bent with its own sheer weight. It wasn't as long as Oscar's, but it was certainly thicker, though that was something he didn't seem to take quite so much after his dad. He was much thinner, though it had more length to it, tapered in a different shape. Maybe Ward took more after the men on his mother's side, but they would never know. Neither of their moms were in the picture any longer. Sometimes Oscar figured that was why it had been so effortless to bend the grown men to their will. They were starving for some action and just needed the right power to do that.

"We switch all the time, what's the catch?"

"We see who can go the longest without cumming: it'll prove which of our dads is better. Whoever cums first loses." Ward's smile was infectious. It was indeed a good idea. Both the two dogs were already stroking their members in anticipation of the fun they were about to have. Sure they had been going for a few hours already, but it took them a while to climax and now couldn't have been a better time. Each of them squeezed their knots, thick and hot, as the situation seemed to dawn on the older males bound at their feet. The Malamute struggled in his bonds, but the Doberman resigned himself to fate, his ass pushed back against his son's fingers, sucking in a fourth, all the way down to the knuckles until he gave a deep grunt as it hit home. Oscar chuckled darkly, paw reaching to grope his father's cheeks, smoothing over the spanked rump,

"I like that... but what are the stakes?"

"Winner gets to take the other's dad home for the weekend." Something inside the Malamute surged at the idea. Taking the muscular Doberman home and ravaging him for a full forty-eight hours was such a delicious concept... but then giving up his own dad to Ward was like amputating an arm. Hell would have to freeze over before he'd even consider allowing his property to be whored off to somebody else.

But then again, that's what bets are for.

"Fine... Deal."

They spat into their palms and clasped paws together with a firm shake, the contract sealed. It was if in that moment the atmosphere shifted in the room. Though at a glance everything should have been absurd and sickening with the parents bound upon the floor and violated by their own progeny, it now took on a far more lewd, predatory stench as the two jocks rose from couch and sauntered over to the other's quaking bitch. They were scoping out one another's property, though it was hardly the first time they had enjoyed the use of the other, but it had never been with contingent factors. A game was on now, and Oscar would be damned if would lose to Ward. But it was out of his control somewhat. He could stave off his own orgasm but if Ward's dad's ass proved too much to handle, then he would lose. Not only that, but if his own father failed to bring his friend to climax quickly enough then there would be dire punishments for him when he got home after the weekend. He would just have to call in sick to work that Monday and he would skip classes, as he would have to teach the old man a lesson in working a dick, something only one of them would truly relish.

"On the count of three?" Oscar nodded, the two of them took their stances, poised to thrust into the other's father. He lined ups the tip of his raging member against the Doberman's puckered hole, feeling the soft lips kiss his head before he even had a chance to sink himself in yet. A glance over to his father showed the signs of apprehension in his eyes, the same cold blue as his own, yet all they conveyed is instinctual fear. But Oscar silenced his doubts with a look, stern and commanding, stilling whatever resistance was brimming from his dad. He could take the Doberman easily, Ward had mounted him plenty of times, and though he might have been a rough fuck, the older Malamute was a man built for breeding. He could manage. It'd hurt like a bitch to sit down afterward, but he'd live. A solid weekend straight though might be a different matter... they might have to go over some tightening exercises too supposing he lost.

But Oscar didn't dare to think he was going to lose. He could wipe the floor with Ward and his dad. Maybe he could even get the bitch to cum too, whilst he was at it. The older Doberman had a penchant for anal orgasms, but then again Ward liked to keep him locked up in chastity, so who could be sure if it just wasn't a desperate need to shoot any way he could.

"Three..." The Doberman began, paws clamped upon Oscar's dad's hips, "Two..." The Malamute eased himself back, angled his crotch and lined up his dick just right with the older male's entrance, and waited for the count, teeth gritted and determined, "One!"

Both of them slammed in with near perfect precision. The rich sound of wet flesh pierced by hard meat drowned the air followed by the successive grunts and groans of males. Oscar and Ward snarled as they fucked their respective holes, but the holes they belonged to grimaced and moaned with garbled pleasure and pain, whimpering into the carpet threads as they were mounted yet again by their sons. Oscar snapped his jaw and gnashed his teeth whilst he sank all twelve inches of his thick cock into the Doberman's soft, warm hole. Ward liked to do such nasty things with his dad, whilst he considered him a much more vanilla kind of 'dom' as the Doberman labelled him. Really he just loved a good fuck and liked to train a boy to take him with skill. But Ward might have had the edge in really pushing his dad's limits, as it was like diving into butter, swimming in the oily, slippery goodness that coated his dick as he hammered his cock against that glorious ass. Lightened pink disappeared into the sucking folds of black and purple, licked by the older male's hole as if it were a mouth in itself, muscles working to take him deeper and deeper until his knot kissed the flesh.

Looking over to his own father, Oscar could see he was having a brutal time taking the Doberman. Ward didn't seem to be holding back, though really he doubted there was any real finesse or strategy that went into this little bet of theirs except sheer willpower and the resolve that their respective father ought to hold out his own and get them to cum. But Ward drove himself with savage force into the Malamute's rear, fat cock coursing into his tight ass with a dangerously good slickened sound, as if the very guts of his dad were being split apart only to be impaled by hard young dick. Oscar knew that ass well enough to know the feeling of it, that almost virgin tightness which was a joy to break down each and every time he happened to want his balls emptied, the surprising amount of depth he had tunnelled into his old man over time, meaning that he could bottom out and still have room to lunge. But best of all, he knew his dad's ass could take a knot-fucking, as tight as it might have been, and still last a full session with only howls of protest to show for it. They were still working on his disobedience for crying out, but he was making progress. He was showing commendable strength now as he took the Doberman for all that he had, that knot grinding against his hole with ruthless insistence.

Ward's dad on the other paw was a sloppy fuck. He didn't have the same tightness his own father had, but then Oscar knew that didn't mean he was worse. Often he'd savoured the feeling of a broken down cunt who was too familiar with being stretched. It gave him the chance to really enjoy the ride. If his own father was a drag race of speed and intensity, the Doberman was more like a lazy Sunday drive along country roads, perhaps you'd go fast and appreciate the rushing winds and leaning curves or maybe you'd like to just cruise for a while without too much effort. But his stretched hole always delighted him when, with a heavy press of his member, his knot sunk into that puffy rim and descended into the wet guts below. He grunted, feeling the tug and swell of his arousal, but fought against the feelings. He would not lose!

On the other side of the room Ward let out a bellow, his own thrusts having crammed his knot under the older Malamute's tail. Oscar could see the flesh bulge obscenely where his father could barely contain the bulbous meat, cheeks spread so wide it appeared he might rip apart at any second. But his muffled screams and wails behind the gag were exquisite, as his own cock jumped between his legs and smacked against his stomach, dragging onto roped cords, as he shot his load across the floor. Oscar grinned devilishly, seeing his old man cum at having nothing but a cock up his ass and overfull from that alone. Normally he liked to edge him and get him to cum with pleading whimpers, but it was a pleasure to watch him lose control all on his own. But Ward hadn't cum yet, meaning that the challenge was still ongoing.

"Fuck!" The Doberman snarled, tearing his knot back from the pulsing hole, only to slam it back down into the rim, "Why do you keep him so tight?"

"I like fucking virgins," Oscar stated simply, sliding his own knot back out, shuddering as waves of need rolled over him, nerves sparking from his sensitive shaft, "I think yours is too loose."

"Nah, he's better when I can tie him in one thrust. Plus he loves it when I shove my paw up there." Ward gripped the Malamute's cheeks with fingers digging into the gluttonous buttocks, holding them apart so that he could see in full view his cock disappearing into the old man's ass, straining from the size, "Sometimes I don't know which he'd prefer, the slut."

"That's why my dad's better," Oscar snorted, "He knows that my cock is all that matters, and he'll only be satisfied when it's deep inside him."

"I dunno, he seems pretty happy with me inside him."

"Bet you're close to cumming though..." He beamed a little too smugly, watching the younger Doberman pant as he ramped up his pace.

"Fuck that."

"I am doing." He had to say though... his own hole was feeling pretty good. Oscar could see himself unloading much too soon if he wasn't careful.

"Just shut the fuck up and cum already. I want to ruin this hole by the time the weekend's over and show you why my dad's better than yours."