Losing More Than Bet [Commission]
A commission for frozenthrone
Warning: The story does contain a wee bit of watersports (if you'll pardon the pun), so if you're not into that just skip the last two paragraphs.
"What's up dingus?" Maxed asked, bringing the phone to one pointy ear after seeing a very familiar and not at all unexpected name on the screen.
"Hey, is that any way to talk to the guy who beat your sorry ass last time we met?" came the reply, in a voice even deeper than its own, rumbly enough to make you picture the mastiff speaking at the other end.
"Don't get cocky. You won a match, but the score's still tied..." the Doberman replied, wincing a little at the reminder of last year's loss.
He was referring not only to a long-standing rivalry between their two teams, but the more personal standing wager between them - the captain of the losing team pays for the winning team's drinks. That tended to be a serious bar-tab, but that wasn't the sore point between the two. Both of them took rugby seriously, more so than their studies, and even though they were generally civil to each other you just couldn't have a grudging respect for someone without first having a good grudge.
"Yeah, well we're gonna settle that next week. Hope you've been saving your money, because we'll be drinking a lot more when we have something more than a tie to celebrate." He heard Jordan boast, rolling his eyes at his bravado.
"About that... You really think the old bet's cutting it?" he asked, the mastiff's brag giving him an opportunity to air out something that he'd been mulling over for some time now.
"Oh shit! Don't tell me you can't cover a fucking bar tab!"
"Nah, that's the point. It's not really much of a stake, is it? I mean, when you're out on the pitch are you really worried about having to pay for our drinks when we lose? Are you afraid of doing it?"
"Well, now that you mention it, not really. I mean, it's a pain in the ass but..." Jordan said, and Max figured the lug's brain was rolling, albeit slowly, in the direction he wanted it to.
"That's what I mean. It's not really much of a motivation to get out there and win at all costs."
"So I take it you have a better idea?" the mastiff asked in a challenging tone, one that he wouldn't have used if he could see the toothy grin on Max's muzzle.
"Yeah, and it's beautiful because it's simple. Looser has to anything the winning Doberman... I'm sorry, I meant to say 'captain'... Whatever the winning captain tells him to do. I figure for the whole weekend, plus a little show during the victory celebration..."
"What do you mean by 'anything'?" he heard Jordan asked, and could clearly visualize the meathead's brow wrinkling and furrowing as he strained his limited imagination.
"Like I said - anything. Okay, nothing dangerous like making the other person walk into traffic, or making the loser sell a kidney or some shit like that. But apart from that, pretty much anything you can imagine. Or anything I can imagine..."
"I don't know. Sounds kinda fucked up..."
"Ah there! You see, now you're scared, because you know I'm just itching to make you do something messed up just like I'm sure you could think of something fucked up for me to do. Now tell me that doesn't light a bigger fire under your ass than having to lay down some beer money?"
"Fuck, your right. I'd wanna keep myself out of your degenerate hands, and at the same time seal your sorry fate..."
"So we have a deal?" the Dobie asked, already suspecting what the answer would be.
"All right, you son of a bitch - you're on! Fuck, now I need to think of something really good to make you do..."
"No, you need to win, fat-ass!" Max replied, hanging up the phone before the mastiff could come up with a reply. He had some thinking to do, but most of what he intended for Jordan was already planned out. He was fairly confident he could push his team to win, otherwise he wouldn't have raised the stakes. And by the time Jordan realized just how high they really were, it would be to late...
*******
As he did his best to strut while trying to keep from falling off the table he was standing on, Jordan desperately wished he had a time-machine right now. Or at least some normal clothes! The game had been a close thing, but he wound up on the losing side, forced to honor a bet he now realized might have been the worst mistake of his life.
It was some small consolation that his teammates weren't here to see him, but considering Max's crowd all had their phones out he doubted they intended to keep his humiliation private. The fact that he didn't have to pay for the drinks the winners were downing was no real comfort, since he'd rather finance their binge than provide the sort of entertainment he was giving them now.
He'd been unpleasantly surprised to learn they'd managed to get one of their cheerleading uniforms for him to wear during this degradation. They had an honest-to-goodness Clydesdale called Mira on their squad, and the full-figured mare had gladly donated her spare duds providing she got plenty of pictures of the buff mastiff wearing them.
The fact that the spandex top managed to stretch over his chest without tearing was little consolation. He was extremely fit and usually wore tops tight enough to show it off, but since his current garment was meant for a fuller chest than his, a bunch of Max's friends had helpfully inflated a pair of condoms and stuffed the improvised balloons in his top. As bad as that was, the situation downstairs was the source of most of his unease.
The mare had drawn the line at lending her undies, and Max had insisted the mastiff go commando. The skirt that came with the top wasn't particularly scandalous, but the buff canine was acutely aware that with him standing on the joined tables it was a simple thing for anyone to get a peek. And as fond as the huge mastiff was of showing off his herculean physique, he tended to keep what's just below the waist as private as possible.
He was on orders to strut the length of the beer-mug strewn surface, and with every step some of the guys would try and slip a phone to get an up-skirt shot. Since he was forced to go along with this, his only defense was to try and tuck his skirt between his legs, but this only gave the other amateur photographers an even better shot of a bashful behemoth.
The evening had seemed to last forever, but fortunately it ended. After some time spent amateurishly table-dancing Jordan had been allowed to climb down and drown some of his shame. Even though he'd tried to count his drinks to keep himself from doing something even more embarrassing, by the time the evening was done he was staggering out just like everyone else.
"So, ready for your weekend of hell?" Max asked, grinning at the prospect of having his rival as a plaything.
"Hey, can't be worshe than tonight, huh?" the mastiff asked, his drunkenness and heavy chops making him slur his words.
"Well we'll see. But tell you what - since you've been a good sport I'll let you sleep this one off. Be at my place tomorrow at noon sharp, got it?"
"Okay, you sunnuva bitch! See you tomorrow."
*******
"Well here I am. Wait, we going somewhere?" Jordan asked, confused since Max had opened the door but seemed to be leaving himself.
"I am. You're staying here."
"What about the bet?" Jordan asked, trying not to let his tail wag at the thought that Max had changed his mind.
"Yeah, about that - seems I fucked up and double-booked my weekend. There's this really pretty little bitch I was supposed to spend it with and I just don't have the heart to blow her off. Struck me as the kind who can't wait a whole week for a man if you catch my drift." He added, winking just in case the thick mastiff didn't.
"Aww. Well, the bet was for this weekend, but if you have other priorities I'm certainly fine with you calling it off..." Jordan began trying to sound casual about the whole thing.
"Oh no, it's still on! I'm just outsourcing the job of making your life hell for the weekend. Alex, get over here! You wanna meet your new pet, don't you?" he shouted, and Jordan couldn't help but wince at the mention of the name, and then the sight of a younger, slimmer version of Max.
The reason for that of course was the fact that Max never hid the fact that his brother was gay. Not that Jordan had any problems with that sort of thing, but he didn't really hang out with those sorts of people, and was less than thrilled that the bent brat would have him on a (hopefully) proverbial leash for the duration of the weekend.
"Okay bro, as promised - one beefy loser, yours to order around until I get back. Just don't go too easy on him and I'll see you both when I get back." The Doberman said, running off and getting into his car before Jordan could so much as say a word.
"All right then Jordan, let's get to it. I only have about 36 hours with you so I want to make the most of them..." Alex said, failing to hide a grin as he led the unsettled mastiff into the little house he and his brother rented.
"Okay, so got anything for me to do?"
"Well first of all - see these hardwood floors here? I can't remember when's the last time they had a good wash, so that's going to be your warm up."
"No problem..." Jordan said, although he was lying through his teeth. His brother did all the cleaning at his place, and he was pissed off at the idea of scrubbing someone else's floors. But he could certainly think of worse things he could be made to do. "So where's the mop?"
"Nah, I'm talking about a really good cleaning..." the Doberman said, reaching into the bathroom and producing a bucket full to the brim with detergent and the sort of hard-bristle brush you had to get on your hands and knees to use.
"Fuck, I'm really going to mess up my clothes doing this..." he grumbled, taking the brush and bucket.
"Yeah, you do have a point... Okay then, Simon - or rather Alex - says: get buck naked!" the younger canine replied, standing with his arms crossed over his chest as he waited for the dumbstruck jock to recover from the shock...
*******
Fuck me for taking this bet, and fuck Max for leaving me with his faggy little brother!
That was Jordan's mantra as he knelt on the hard floor and worked the brush up and down, trying to keep his tail between his legs. He was doing the living room and Alex was supposedly just relaxing and watching TV while he scrubbed away, but he could feel his eyes on him every now and again, especially when he had to turn his back on the younger male. At least the little prick could have left him his underwear! That would have hidden the parts he really didn't want the queer canine seeing.
"Holy shit, am I seeing that right?" he heard Alex say and was sure the twenty-two year old was referring to the TV. That notion was dispelled when the dobie walked over to him and without so much as batting an eye yanked his tail up. "Fuck! Well I guess steroids will do that to ya..." he said, and Jordan was almost paralyzed as the brat examined what should have been the pride and glory of a male like him.
"I don't use 'roids! It's always... that is to say..." he started staying but then stumbled over himself. Damn it, I just threw away a convenient excuse!
"So you're just born like this? Holy shit, nature sure can be cruel. Here you are with this big, buff brick house of a body, and what looks like a pair of grapes in your pouch. Can't imagine whatever's in that sheath is much better..." he said, grinning at the kneeling mastiff once Jordan managed to yank his tail down and cover what he'd managed to keep as a closely-guarded secret up till now.
"Listen twerp, I haven't gotten any complaints from people who matter! That body you mentioned is strong enough to hold my bitch in the air by her waist and work her up and down my length like a cocksleeve until she either passes out or begs me to stop. Don't start thinking you're hot shit just because you have an inch or two over me..." he said, a variation of the speech he gave himself whenever the sight of his equipment made his ego take a nosedive.
"Well, you have a point there..." Alex began, and Jordan couldn't help but look up at the younger dog, surprised by the calm tone after his testy outburst. "...a few inches more than what you have really wouldn't be much to brag about..." the Doberman finished, and shocked Jordan by pulling down the waistband of both his shorts and boxers.
Alex was four years younger than him, but had everything the brutish mastiff had always dreamt of. He was stunned by the sight of two heavy balls filling a plump black sheath, the family jewels dangling under a fat-looking orange sheath. The dobie was fit too, something he realized when he caught sight of the bottom-end of his six-pack. He only seemed slim because the few times Jordan had seen him he was standing next to his athlete of a brother.
"Like the view, huh? Well you do a good job on the floors, and I might let you get a closer look..." Alex teased before packing his privates back. Jordan just glued his eyes back to the floor, realizing he'd been staring at another man's junk until the kid had slipped it back in his pants.
The canine member hadn't even peeked out of its sheath, but it still looked like something you'd only expect to see in porn. Fuck, where was the justice in him having a needle-dick and some little fag being hung like a horse? If the tables had been turned, Alex could still have been happy taking some better-equipped guy up the ass. And despite his boast, Jordan knew that with women he _had_to work hard - to thrust like a jackhammer for as long as it took, just to compensate for being less than average down there.
"Although I have to say, it must be nice being able to just let loose with your partner..." Alex said as he made his way back to the couch, making Jordan wonder if he was somehow reading his thoughts. "Whenever I'm with one of my bitches I have to be careful not to harm them. Either that, or let them climb on and ride. That's the curse of being this gifted, I suppose - I never really got to rail someone so hard that I fuck their brains out..." the dobie mused, watching the large muscular ass of the mastiff who was desperately trying to ignore him and focus on his scrubbing...
*******
"Hmm, you do clean up nice..." Alex said, admiring the mastiff looking nervous as he laid on his bed, eyes pointed at the ceiling rather than on the equally naked Doberman.
Jordan had a different body type than Alex usually got to enjoy, although not by choice. He'd always been with guys who were either younger than he was, with the few older ones (including one married man) being of a slim build. For some reason big, buff guys didn't like the idea of being topped by someone either younger or of smaller in stature than they were, and Alex had never found a male so attractive that he'd be willing to become his bitch.
But this was another matter, and he wondered just how much of his intentions were obvious by the way he ran his eyes over his new plaything. Mastiffs tended to have a good deal of loose skin, so it was fairly hard for them to get a finely muscled look, but Jordan had put in quite a lot of effort, more than his rugby training would have demanded, just to fill all that skin up. No doubt desperate to make up for the embarrassment he hid in his boxers. Just the thought of braking in the clueless jock and making a bitch of someone bigger and stronger than him had his sheath swelling. That detail apparently hadn't gone over the mastiff's head.
"Look, I don't know what you... I'm not a fag..." he said, sounding more nervous with every inch that peeked out of the dobie's orange sheath.
_For a straight guy, you sure have a hard time taking your eyes off my cock..._Alex thought, but he knew deep down that it was envy rather than arousal that kept the big canine's gaze locked between his legs. Well, most likely, but if the mastiff turned out to be a closet case, Alex certainly wouldn't complain.
"Don't worry, I just have a new set-up for my bed that I wanted to try out, and it's not something I can do on my own..." he said, smiling as Jordan lifted his head to try and see what the Doberman was doing near his feet. Not moving though, which Alex had to admit was quite dedicated to the terms of the bet. He'd walked into the bathroom while Jordan was still toweling off from his shower, dragging the big dog into his bedroom and telling him to lie down on the bed and stay still.
"What are you gonna... what the fu-" Jordan began to ask as leather straps were fastened around his ankles, but was halted mid-sentence when Alex pulled on something and the ropes now secured to his legs tightened. They seemed to go around the metal bars that served as the headboard of the bed, and as Alex tightened them Jordan found himself being bent double as his feet neared his head.
"Wow, it works even better than I thought! If I could get you bent this far, just imagine how well it will work on some limber little twink." Alex said, circling the now immobilized jock while admiring his handiwork and the buff canine's body.
"Okay, now that you've seen it works can you untie me?" Jordan grunted, aware that quite a lot of him was exposed now that his ass was in the air.
"Nah. I gotta keep you like this to make sure that your circulation isn't getting cut off. Don't worry, I'm not gonna try and turn you into a fag..." he said, and the flustered jock heard the honesty in his voice, but didn't look for any deeper meaning.
Jordan didn't believe Alex was being innocent, especially since about for inches of an alarmingly thick canine shaft were poking out of his sheath, the outline of a knot visible in in even though it hadn't inflated yet. The Doberman had caught him looking that time, smirking as he pulled his sheath down all the way and released... Fuck, that thing must be ten inches if you count the knot! Jordan thought to himself, his cheeks turning the same shade as the rosy rod at the thought of how he measured up (or failed to) to someone the same age as his little brother. Okay, so the little perv is gonna jack-off while staring at me. Coulda been worse...
"Holy shit, I still can't believe someone as big as you can be so tiny where it counts." The younger canine said, his cock bobbing up and down as he took a few steps towards his captive. "Look at how loose this sheath looks! You'd think it was empty..." he said, and Jordan gasped as the dobie slipped one finger far too easily into his opening. "Fuck, this thing is really roomy. You sure your cock didn't shrink at some point?"
Through it all Jordan found himself tongue-tied. He'd broken jaws for less offensive remarks, and even though he was physically restrained he could still speak. So why wasn't he? Why could he not find the strength to open his muzzle and tell this faggy brat to go fuck off? He wasn't sure if it was the younger male's confidence, or the all too clear evidence that despite being younger he was in a certain sense the bigger dog here.
"Shit, I wonder if..." Alex said, and not bothering to wonder any more climbed on the bed with one leg on either side of the bound mastiff.
Jordan he knew would be able to see very little apart from his ass due to his vantage point, but the dobie had little doubt he'd soon be able to feel something he'd never felt before. Well, neither have I, to be honest... he thought as he held the mastiff's floppy sheath with one hand while guiding the tip of his cock towards the opening.
"Aaagghhh! What the..." the mastiff growled as he felt something first poke against his opening and then stretch him like nothing ever had in his life.
"Ngghh, fuck! And I thought I knew what man-pussy felt like..." Alex said, his cock twitching and squirting, easing his passage into the other male's sheath. He was not surprised that it hurt the mastiff, but he could see that the male was taking his thick cock with amazing ease, the skin housing that needle-dick of his stretching but not alarmingly so.
He only managed about four inches into the bound canine but he could already see the way his knot had swollen. He'd never imagined of taking another male like this, but now that he was bottomed out in Jordan's sheath he was more turned on than he'd been in a while. He grabbed his now well stuffed sheath and began to slide it back and forth, the familiar motion of jacking himself or someone else off feeling different now that it was a stranger's sheath moving over his cock.
He could feel the mastiff's dick, the hard little twig resting under his own, the pain and discomfort no doubt keeping Jordan from getting hard. He could hear a familiar squelching despite the unfamiliar act and he found himself struggling to keep from actually fucking the mastiff's sheath. His eyes wondered a little to the pink pucker clenching with his every stroke and wondered just how tight that muscular ass would be. Well, I'll find out soon enough. But first I'm breeding this tight little cunny...
He wondered if Jordan was enjoying the view of his ass, knowing that unlike him the mastiff could only look. Alex had been hit on by real males, some even bigger than himself, and if he didn't let any of them near his tail, he certainly wasn't about to lift it for this ox. The thought of really breaking Jordan in had his balls tensing as he imagined himself pulling out all the stops. If you ignored the shame between his legs, he had a hell of a body, one that could take a proper railing. Alex could let loose for the first time ever, breeding him more savagely than he'd ever dare try with the smaller males that lifted their tails for him.
"Arrgghhhhh yeah!" he growled, working his hand over Jordan's sheath even as he filled it. He wondered if the mastiff was staring as his nuts as the swollen balls pulled up and twitched with every jet of cum he sprayed against the useless cocklet hiding from a real man's shaft. He could feel his knot throb with every blast of cum, the pearly jizz now leaking from the over-stuffed sheath.
"Fuck, that was something..." he panted after he'd finally finished. He didn't really cum all that much since he didn't have the time to properly work himself up (not to mention tie), but the mastiff's crotch was still a gooey mess. Probably more cum than he'd ever shot... "Holy shit, will you look at that!" he said, getting off the bed so that Jordan could see his cocklet peeking out, the slender rod covered in another male's spunk. "Guess you liked that more than you thought..."
Jordan wanted to say something, wanted to tell the brat to shut up and untie him. He should be thrashing against his bonds, but he just meekly folded his floppy ears as he watched what he was now thoroughly aware was a pitiful cock slip out of the cum-drenched sheath the dobie had just fucked.
"Well, it deserves some fun too I guess. And since it's so messy, how about a nice blowjob?" Alex said, and for a moment Jordan's mind was racing. Was he offering to suck his cock? And straight or no, should he really turn it down? Before he could come to a decision the ropes holding him up were pulled even tighter, and as his crotch got closer to his muzzle even the dim-witted jock realized just what Alex intended. The younger canine's muzzle would be going nowhere near the messy mastiff cock, that was for sure.
Alex wasn't sure whether to laugh or be aroused at the expression on Jordan's muzzle as he came face to face with his shame. The slim rod still wasn't fully out but it was clear that with a little effort the mastiff should be able to at least suckle his own tip. Deciding to help him out he grabbed a slightly slippery tube from his bedside drawer, the big male clueless about the popping sound as it was opened and the dobie smeared a stream of goo over one finger.
He pressed the digit against Jordan's winking pucker, feeling it tense at first but relax just a little when he began to circle the rim. He took advantage of that, and a second later he had two knuckles buried in the jock's clenching ass, the lube easing his way as he pushed the rest in. With one hand on the mastiff's ass, he used the other to guide him to his lengthening erection. There was obvious disgust on Jordan's face as he came closer and closer to the familiar length now dripping another man's seed, his muzzle remaining closed until Alex found the little knot buried in the tight ass, a slight rub proving enough to make the big dog gasp and open his muzzle.
"There you go! Now I know this isn't comfortable, but the sooner you nut like a good boy the sooner I'll loosen the ropes a little..." he said, grinning as he began to assault the other male's prostate.
He doubted the 'not a fag' jock could suck a cock to save his life, but he didn't really need any skill with Alex's finger buried in his virginal ass. The special spot inside it was proving quite sensitive, and as he pumped his finger in and out, loosening the mastiff even as he nudged his hidden nut he had little doubt he'd soon be making as much of a mess as he could into that big square muzzle of his.
Just in time for me to catch my second wind... he thought, feeling his own shaft twitch as the sight of the straining pucker nestled between two rock-hard cheeks. His length had not even slipped back into his sheath after he was done, and with his new bitch proving easier than he'd dreamt he knew it wasn't going to. When Max had first told about him the 'guest' he'd be getting, mounting the jock had seemed like a nice fantasy, and even when he proved more submissive than Alex expected he was sure it would still take some work. But this was a born bitch, one that just needed someone to help him see that. And Alex was going to have the time of his life being that someone.
Jordan told himself that there was nothing he could do. He'd lost a bet, he was tied up, he couldn't even spit his own cock out and Alex had... He tried not to think about that - the way the other male was finger-fucking him and the strange way it seemed to drain the last of his strength from him. He tried to shut himself off from what was happening but it proved too little too late. Alex pushed his finger knuckle deep and began to furiously rub the tip against something inside him that made the tip of his cock twitch in his muzzle. A few seconds later the mastiff felt his little pouch clench before warm, bitter goo shot onto his tongue. He closed his eyes in shame - both because he just came from having his ass fingered and because he'd wound up sucking a cock, even if it was his own. But as he forced the slimy spunk down his throat, what embarrassed him most was how little his slender shaft shot out compared to the load Alex had pumped into his sheath moments earlier.
The finger was pulled from his ass and he felt his now greased ring clench up immediately, groaning in relief as Alex loosened the ropes a little. He'd hoped the kid had enjoyed himself and would untie the god-damn ankle cuffs, but the Doberman only gave him enough slack to leave his ass still sticking up. And when he climbed onto the bottom of the bed with that monstrous cock once again sticking out of his crotch, Jordan had little doubt what was about to happen next.
His worst fears were proven correct when the young dobie took the tube of lubricant and began to smear his throbbing length, looking at the mastiff's unprotected behind with undisguised hunger in his eyes. Jordan knew that this... whatever it was... had already gone too far and was about to go further. He had to say something, to try and stop himself from getting bred by another male, but staring at the younger canine's now slick length wasn't helping him concentrate.
"Y-you said you weren't going to..." he began, aware of the taste of his own cum still coating his mouth as he tried to voice his protest.
"Make you a fag?" Alex responded, smirking as he positioned the tapered but still thick tip towards the slightly loosened pucker. He wondered if the jock even realized he wasn't even trying to hide his exposed ass with his tail, and just what that meant. "Don't worry, I'm not..." he said, even as he pushed the pointed end of his cock against the pucker, feeling it clench up as Jordan tried to keep him out. But he'd worked him over with his finger and lubed them both up enough that he couldn't hope to do more than slow the Doberman down.
"A fag is a male who has sex with other males, which can cover quite a lot. But you actually don't have what it takes to be a fag..." he said, gesturing with his eyes at Jordan's tackle, the sack looking even more pitiful now that it had been drained in its owner's muzzle. "Shit, I used to date this rabbit who was a little better off than you down there, and even he didn't think he had what it took to mount and please another male. He could suck and take a cock like a champ though. And that's what I'm gonna make you into - a nice, submissive little..."
"Nraaagghhh!" the mastiff cried out as the shaft that had been nudging against his sphincter was suddenly pushed past it, forcing his ass to stretch like it never had before.
"Bitch!" Alex finished, turning the end of his statement into a groan of contentment as he felt his tip pry the mastiff's rim open, the first inch of his cock sinking into an impossibly tight ass that was doing everything it could to push him out. As much as Alex enjoyed a slutty sub that knew how to take a good rutting, there was some charm in breaking someone in for the first time. Especially when I can really let lose without worrying about them actually breaking...
With his cock pointed down and his hands resting on the muscular mastiff's restrained legs, he knew he didn't really have the leverage for the sort of savage breeding he intended Jordan to experience before the weekend was out. But as he lowered his hips and sunk a few more inches into the grunting canine's impossibly tight ass he knew he'd be able to show his new bitch a good time. He angled his cock a little, hoping that as it pushed in further his tip would nudge against what he was looking for.
Jordan's face remained a grimace, but when that pitiful cock of his peeked out from its sheath, he knew that he'd once again found the jock's prostate. He had no intention of going easy on this guy of all people, especially since the 'fag' remarks had gotten on his nerves more than he'd let on. But he knew that Jordan's road to becoming an eager bottom would be shorter if he made this feel good for the meathead and fucked with his mind even more than he was already doing.
"Feel that? The thick, hard length spreading you wider, pushing into you? That's a cock. And this..." he said, giving one of the mastiff's hard cheeks a slap for emphasis "... is a pussy!"
"F-fuck you!" Jordan grunted, but his voice had sounded strange as it left his muzzle, and weaker than he'd intended it.
"Close. Now let's see how long it takes for that 'you' to turn into 'me'..." Alex said, bucking his hips and sliding everything apart from his knot into the mastiff's clenching rear. Fuck, does this idiot even know how good he's making this feel by trying to push me out?
He held himself there, savoring both the sensations of the no longer virgin ass wrapped around him, and the dumbfounded expression on the face of the canine who until hours ago had been acting as an alpha. But Alex doubted he'd really believed it, otherwise Jordan would have resisted instead of just protesting as another man took his tail-hole. The big dog had never gotten over being small where it counts, and it was those insecurities that allowed Alex to bluff his way into the other male. And if he ever figures out what happened, well by then it will be too late. He will have done too much, _taken_too much to ever go back.
But until he learns to take it, Alex supposed he'd have to give it to him. He slid his shaft slowly out, watching with undisguised arousal as the pucker clung to his red length even as it twitched and pulsed around it. The pink ring was so stretched it was barely visible, and the dobie considered squeezing out some more lube, but considering how Jordan was milking him, he decided there was really no need.
His first few strokes were slow but deep, just his way of checking to see it the mastiff's insides had adjusted to what he'd forced them to take. He knew he wouldn't be able to push his knot into his new bitch on the first time, but he still made sure to grind the slowly swelling bulb. After all, just because he knew it there was no need for Jordan to know it. Well, I might have to give it to him if he winds up begging me too... he thought to himself as he watched the bigger dog's embarrassing member slip further out with every stroke.
Jordan still couldn't believe this was happening, still unable to process how or why he'd let things get this far. This was no longer a bet, no longer some weird game. Another male was inside him, a thick canine cock fucking him and spreading him the way he'd always wished he could spread the bitches he managed to get into bed. The look on the young Doberman's face as he began to fuck him was more than he could bare, and for a second he was sure he could see his own reflection in the dominant canine's eyes.
This forced him to close his own, but that only made his other senses sharper - the smell of rut in the air, the sounds of Alex's groans whenever his pucker would instinctively clench around the pistoning intruder. But worst of all was the physical sensation - the feel of the hot, steely rod spearing him over and over, forcing his body to adjust to a cock he'd always dreamt of having. The feeling of the other male's heavy pouch slapping against his ass whenever he drove in, a reminder of just how this whole thing was bound to end. And worst of all, the sensation of the source of his embarrassment sliding out of his sheath, a sure sign that part of him was enjoying this treatment, proving Alex right for calling him a bitch.
Alex kept pumping away at his surprisingly acquiescing bitch, the pre his cock was leaking into the mastiff's still tight ass making the noises of their coupling increasingly sloppy. He increased his tempo as much as he could, still keeping some restraint considering this was the muscular canine's first breeding, but at the same time feeling just how much this body would be able to take once he properly broke it in.
He had a nice marathon session in mind, slowly edging the bound male under him until the mastiff was begging him to make him cum, but he'd underestimated just how eager his new bitch was. The red rod sliding in and out of his well-presented rear must have stimulated Jordan more than the dobie guessed, and he could sense the larger male was coming even before his slim member twitched, making a pitifully small mess as it squirted what was left in Jordan's petite pouch. But there was nothing wrong with the cumming canine's pelvic muscles, considering that they were doing an amazing job of milking Alex's own shaft as they worked to pump the mastiff's meager load.
"Nghhh, I guess I was wrong. I thought you were a bitch, but look at you cumming when we've barely started..." he growled. Truth be told he had been railing Jordan for a while, and even though he'd intended to take longer it wasn't all that surprising that the stimulation of his prostate drove him over the top first. But he felt there was no need for him to know that. "You aren't a bitch, you're a slut! Barely fucked at all and already creaming yourself and trying to milk my cock dry! Well if you're that eager for your first load..."
Alex hadn't even finished his sentence when he shifted his stance and sped up his thrust. He was only pulling half his shaft out before driving it back in, the smacks of his crotch against the bigger dog's muscular ass filling the room and drowning out the somewhat high-pitched grunts coming from the jock. He could feel his knot battering at the mastiff's straining sphincter, and had little doubt that he'd wind up tied to his big bitch sooner than he thought, even though he'd have to give it a miss this time. Especially since Jordan's little climax had gotten him riled up to the point that the bulb was already swollen too big for him to push it into even an ass used to taking such a monster.
His thrust were strong enough to bounce the mastiff slightly, and even though he knew his solid-steel bedframe could take the punishment, he wondered if the straining mattress would survive this weekend. Feeling his heavy sack pull up, he shortened his thrusts even more until he was violently grinding his throbbing knot against that speared pucker, growling deep enough for his new bitch to feel it as the first pulse of his cum traveled along the length and erupted from his tip.
Jordan's eyes were still clenched shut when he felt the cock now buried up his ass throb, his breath catching in his lungs as he correctly guessed what was about to happen. He wasn't sure which of the twitches it was that sent the first rope of canine spunk into him, but he became aware of a growling sensation of wetness as the male on top of him emptied his massive sack and claimed him as his bitch. He could feel his insides stretch under the deluge, feeling bloated until the seal formed by his clenched sphincter proved inadequate and the cum still being pumped into him began to surge out around the throbbing length lodged inside him.
He only found his breath when his lungs began to burn and took in desperate gulps of air while Alex's orgasm continued, the massive load he was pumping into him now leaking and soaking into the fur of his cheeks. He folded his ears back as he realized he was panting, and what that would look like to the dominant canine - a bitch happy to finally be bred...
*******
"Oh my God, I can't believe it!" the kneeling poodle gasped as she pulled Max's pants down, her eyes wide and glued to the impressive canine erection she'd just freed.
"You're not disappointed I take it?" the Doberman asked, but the sight of the white puff at the end of Sarah's tail told him quite clearly just how excited the sight of him had gotten her.
"Are you kidding? Mhhh, I didn't know they could get this big..." the poodle almost purred and Max tried no to laugh as she rubbed one cheek against his throbbing length.
"Yeah, I guess you've been with Jordan for a while. So the rumors are true, huh?"
"Mmm-hmm..." the eager bitch confirmed as best she could while running her lips up and down the length twitching in one of her paws. "He does the best he can, and he really puts a lot of energy into it, but at the end of the day..."
"...he doesn't put enough into you?" Max said, torn between getting the dirt on his long-time rival and just letting the eager girl in front of him do what she was obviously desperate to do.
"Mhh, I'm so glad you won..." she husked before opening her dainty muzzle wide and pushing it down on his cock.
Max felt his fingers dig into the cushions of the couch he was sitting on as Sarah quite expertly let everything but his knot slide along her tongue and into her throat. Fuck, she might have spent a while without a decent cock, but she remembers what to do with one! His smile widened a little as he imagined what Alex was making Jordan do right now, his mind conjuring the image of the burly mastiff brushing the toilet with a q-tip while the Doberman's own tip poked against his girlfriend's tonsils.
This, of course had been his real motivation to win the match, and the reason he fought just a little bit harder than Jordan for the win. As humiliating as it was to suffer through the mastiff's victory last year, his girlfriend had been quite sympathetic to the dour dobie paying for everyone's booze. And so now they found themselves in her apartment, with her roommate conveniently away while he enjoyed his real prize.
Fuck, how did that meat-head ever manage to hold on to a bitch like this? he wondered as the poodle attacked his member. He considered resting a hand on that lush curly-haired head, but he was sure that he'd just wind up slowing her down. The poodle's head was bobbing up and down on his shaft with a rhythm that hinted at a lot of experience with males who were certainly well endowed. And despite her vigorous tempo there wasn't a hint of drool as her throat worked to swallow both the mess he was leaking and her own saliva. Poor thing's literally starved for cock.
"I'm getting close..." he growled out, a little ashamed to admit just how effective Sarah's technique was.
"Mwaah! No, hold up..." the poodle panted, pulling her muzzle off him with a sudden and disappointing pop. Max had been near the edge and now he was looking at the poodle with a blank expression. Surely the bitch that had attacked his shaft like that the moment she saw it wasn't squeamish about swallowing?
Sarah got up and put a finger under the dobie's chin, gesturing for him to do the same. Things began to click into place when Max saw her lie back with the armrest of the sofa under her bouncy ass, her legs spread and her dripping pussy on full display. And as much as he wanted to fill that dripping cunny, he took a moment just to admire the panting female's body.
Sarah was one of those poodles that thought that as far as fur went less was more, not counting the top of her head and ears, where her curls were long enough to flow into a thick white mane. She kept the customary tuft on the top of an otherwise slim tail, and little fluffy bands of fuzz that acted as bracelets/anklets, with a tiny stenciled white heart covering her mound. He guessed she must have gotten freshly shorn just for this occasion, since running a paw along the firm canine tummy he could detect only a faint powdering of fuzz covering her skin. He'd heard poodles were always extremely sensitive just after a shearing, and considering that his touch was making her quiver even before he'd gotten to anything particularly worth touching, he found himself believing those rumors.
"I'm sorry baby, and I promise I'll suckle you dry later, but those balls of yours look deliciously heavy and I'm desperate to feel them emptied inside me..." she said, obviously fighting the urge to pant as she brought one hand to her sex and spread her lips wide, sowing Max the glistening pink petals hidden behind them and giving him an even lewder invitation. "C'mon baby - mount me, knot me, and let me finally feel like a woman..." she said, barely managing to gather enough breath to do so as her lush mounds rose and fell on her heaving chest.
Since he doubted either of them had the patience for foreplay at this point, Max just took hold of the poodle's hips and positioned his tip near to the entrance to her sex. He smiled as Sarah groped out with her free hand, almost reverently taking hold of his tip before guiding it to her dripping pussy. With his cock now wedged in the dripping canine sex, Max held her hips and gave a sharp lunge, folding his ears at the piercing yip the poodle let out as her eager but unprepared slit was forced to stretch around him. Well, no chance the neighbors missed that! he thought, but considering the quiet years they had while Jordan was occupying his current position, he figured they couldn't complain of he got a few more of those noises out of Sarah...
*******
"Quiet down bitch, do you want the whole neighborhood to hear you?" Alex growled, pushing the mastiff's face into the mattress even as he pushed himself knot-deep into the larger male's up-turned rear.
Fuck, still tight even after the preparation... he thought, although he could feel that Jordan had loosened up. He couldn't help but grin at his face when he ordered him to go to the sex-shop and get an inflatable butt-plug. Still, it wasn't as priceless as the face he wore when he came back with the item, or the grimaces he made while Alex pumped the thing up.
You'd think he'd be grateful... the dobie mused, knowing that he had every intention of forcing his knot into his new bitch this time round. And he had to admit, it was hard to see the once proud jock as anything other than a bitch as he kept his speared rear high and his face buried against the bed. Face down, ass up. And he didn't need to be told twice... A position that gave the humping Doberman plenty of leverage, which he intended to put to good use.
His hands were holding the big male's hips so hard his fingers were digging into the mastiff's thick skin, no doubt hard enough to raise bruises under his fur. The slut had his tail in the air, without even having to be told, giving Alex a great view of the lube-slicked pucker straining around his rod and dimpling with every savage impact of his knot against it. Rutting Jordan's ass felt amazing - the first time he could ever let loose and fuck someone with full force, certain that the hard, muscular body he was pounding could take the punishment, and certain that the broken bitch he was railing wouldn't have the will to complain.
But as his pumping continued, he knew he had a choice - either a long, sweaty session of riding the jock's still tight ass, or the sheer delight of burying his bone up that slutty rear and properly breeding the whimpering male. Maybe it was the instinctive (if misguided) need to breed that won over, but suddenly there was nothing that Alex wanted to see more than the red bulb at the base of his shaft spreading the submissive mastiff wider than anything ever had before sinking in, keeping every drop of cum he'd saved up for him in the former alpha's ass.
"Better relax that pussy of yours bitch, or this is going to hurt like hell!" he said, shifting his right hand to the base of Jordan's thick tail and using his new grip to pull the mastiff's ass back to meet his thrusts.
He wasn't sure if the muscular male had heard him, but he intended to tie even if he didn't, his own cheeks clenching every time he drove his hips forward with enough force to spread the mounted mastiff a little bit wider on each thrust. Truth be told, Alex's size tended to intimidate most of his partners, especially when the subject of tying was brought up. The only males to agree to it were size-queens, and even then they'd insist on taking the knot as soon as it slipped out of the sheath and it was relatively small.
This was what he's craved all those times he'd spent buried in some twink, listening to them squeak and moan while he waited for them to cum and get him off with their clenching little puckers. This time he was going to knot someone, to batter away with every ounce of strength until he forced the swelling ball into a tight, lube-slicked ass. He could feel the mastiff's ring clench around him with every thrust, the pink orifice stretching until it was almost invisible around the hard red mass.
His next thrust had been no more forceful than the last, but he guessed Jordan must have finally relaxed (or just given up), because instead of the infernally teasing sensation of a pucker straining around his knot he felt his crotch smack into the hard cheeks of the buff male's ass, the red lump nowhere in sight. The sensation of tightness was almost immediate as the knotted male's body instinctively tried to expel the invading mass of canine flesh.
Alex fell over, landing on Jordan's back and pushing the subby mastiff's face into the mattress as he growled in his ear. With every beat of his heart he could feel the trapped knot growing, the warm ass it was stuffed in seeming all the tighter as his sack pulled up and prepared to unload its contents into the slut whimpering as he was stretched open.
"You're mine now bitch! Knotted and... bred!" Alex growled out in triumph as he felt the first pulse of his cum spurt into the canine trapped under him, groaning as his seed flowed into the bigger male's well-stuffed ass and savoring the knowledge that this time Jordan would be forced to take every single drop.
The best part of being tied was always the way it prolonged his orgasm as he gently ground his sheath against the trapped mastiff's pucker, enjoying the sensation of his knot being gently tugged. It had been over a minute and he was still cumming inside the mastiff when he heard the male mewl against the bedding his muzzle was buried in, the ass that had been holding him in now milking his shaft as the once proud jock had his own shameful climax.
"That's it bitch, milk your male dry..." Alex groaned next to Jordan's ear, grinning at the way he folded it as if he could block out the younger dog's words. "Are you making a little mess down there? Don't worry, I'll let you lick it all up once you let go of my cock..." he said as the mastiff continued his pitiful orgasm under him.
*******
"Alex? Where are you li'l bro?" Max said, surprised to find the living room empty.
"In the bedroom. Come on in, I can't exactly get over there to greet you." Came the reply from down the hall.
"What the... holy shit!" the bigger of the two dobie brothers cried out when he saw his sibling buried in the up-turned ass of his rival, quite obviously knotted in the bulky male who seemed to be trying to push his face through the mattress in order to hide it. "Fuck me, I thought you were kidding when you said you were gonna make him your bitch over the weekend."
"Can we keep him? He can't cook, he can't clean, but I've trained him to take a knot like a proper slut..." Alex said, savoring the sensation of the tight ass wrapped around his cock as well as the big jock's humiliation at being revealed as nothing more than a big bitch.
"Nah, a deal's a deal. It's Monday morning, you have to set him loose... Although I'm not sure his 'previous owner' will want him back, especially like this..."
"So I take it your weekend went well too? Got any juicy details? I'm not into girls, but I'm sure Jordan would be interested..." he said, noticing that even though the jock was still petrified and desperate to hide his face, one of his ears did swivel at the mention of his name.
"A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell, especially not in the age of smartphones..." Max said, flicking through the screen even as Alex yanked Jordan's face up.
The mastiff was about to shut his eyes to avoid meeting his former rival's gaze, but for now at least Max had little interest in gloating. The older Doberman put the phone in front of his muzzle, but angled the screen so both him and his brother could watch before taping play, immediately filling the room with the noises of a more conventional bitch.
"Ahhh! Ahhh, fuck..." the all too familiar poodle on the screen whined, tossing her head back but not before Jordan plainly saw his girlfriend's face.
"You okay?" asked Max's voice from behind the camera.
"Yeah, keep going. Just - mppffh!- been a while since I had something so big..." the shuddering female replied, the nipples capping her breasts looking hard enough to cut glass as the pillowy globes spilled up on her tilted chest. The camera was pulled back a little, giving the three males a view that included the poodle's up-turned hips and the thick red length buried half-way in her straining sex.
"Wanna say something to Jordan before we get started?"
"Oh, you're terrible!" Sarah giggled, hiding her face bashfully with her hands once she realized she was being filmed, but not really seeming to mind that or the fact that she was being unfaithful. "Jordan honey, I -ungh!- know you did your best and that I've -aah!- told you that size isn't important to me..." she began, speaking for the camera, or trying to, considering that the dog filming her was gently sliding his shaft in and out of her dripping sex, capturing both her expression and the sight of her lips wrapped around the red length. "... but I guess I was wrong. Sorry, but I wouldn't be doing this if -mmf!- I didn't really, really need it. Hope you can forgive meeeEEE!" the poodle's speech ended as her cameraman gave a particularly sharp thrust. "Ughhh, enough of this. Just fuck me!" she demanded, throwing her head back and pressing her hands against her supple chest.
"Nice. Though I still like my bitch better..." Alex commented as the action on the phone got more intense.
"Well there's no accounting for taste. This goes on for a while, let me just skip to the good part..." he said, taping at the progress bar at the bottom of the video. The already lewd noises got to the point where Sarah's cries were blaring out the tiny speaker, her delicate muzzle hanging open with her tongue lolling as her lips strained around the knot battering away at them.
"You - ungh!- sure about this?" came Max's voice from the phone, the male's grunting a hint at how long the rutting session had taken.
"Yes! I don't care if you - ooOoohh!- split me in half, I want the whole thing..." the poodle begged, and a moment later they saw the Doberman hold her hip steady with his free hand as he gave a thrust savage enough to drive his growing knot into the begging bitch, the mass of canine flesh driving out the poodle's nectar with an audible squelch. And as clear as that sound had been they'd all folded their ears at the loud howl coming from the phone as the now tied female came furiously while the gland swelled within her needy sex.
"See, now that's the noise a bitch makes when getting tied!" Alex said, pulling his knot from Jordan's well-bred ass and making the jock wince - the first expression on his muzzle after it had gone blank when Max had started playing the video.
"Shit, I still can't believe this..." the bigger of the two dobies said, and Jordan could feel his eyes on the shame leaking from under his tail as he strained to clench up and keep the evidence in. "This guy once put a bouncer in hospital, and now look at him. Kinda makes you think, huh? How the mighty have fallen and all that..." he said, and Jordan could feel his cheeks burning with the shame he'd buried just to get through the weekend. "Well, I'm not sure how much of a man you are now, but you're a man of your word, at least. The bet's over and you're free to go, although you might wanna shower first..."
*******
"What the fuck Kyle? I'm gone one weekend and you let the place go to shit!" Jordan complained loudly, gesturing at several dishes piled up in the sink and the generally 'lived-in' look of the place. He did some thinking on the drive back here, prompted by Max's disbelief at what that cocky brat had managed to do to him. Well it was over now and he decided he'd just pick up where he left off. "I'm going to lie down for a while and by the time I wake up I wanna see this pig-sty cleaned up!" he said and stormed off into his room.
What crawled up his ass? The younger mastiff thought, just staying silent during his older sibling's tirade. He expected Jordan to give him some crap, since despite the fact that Kyle paid half the rent Jordan still acted like he'd done his li'l' bro a huge favor by letting him move into his apartment, meaning the younger canine got stuck with all the housework. And it wasn't like it was all that messy. He'd even had a chance to air the place out...
It was that thought that got the mastiff's nose twitching and he caught a scent that his brother must have brought in. He couldn't quite place it, so he quietly crept to the older dog's bedroom. He caught Jordan already dozing away, striped to his shirt and boxers and lying flat on his front. It was only when he got closer to the nearly-slumbering male that he caught a good whiff of him. Fuck, he smells the way my tube-socks did when I started going through puberty!
Kyle was aware he had quite a keen nose, almost as good as a feral dog's, and he couldn't pick up even a hint of a female. His brother smelled like a quickly rinsed out cum-rag. And it was unusual that he'd fallen asleep on his front like this. Kyle wasn't sure why his hands were reaching out towards the bigger mastiff's waistband, but he gasped when he pulled it far enough to catch a glimpse under the other male's tail.
In a sort of daze he reached out and spread the bigger dog's cheeks, his eyes going wide as the still glistening pucker spread along with them. Holy shit, Jordan got fucked! He thought to himself, gazing into a sight he'd never seen outside of porn - an asshole so thoroughly rutted that it could barely close. Without even realizing it, he'd pressed a finger against the slightly gaping opening, and watched with his muzzle agape as the warm orifice almost drew his digit in.
There was a lot going through Kyle's mind right then and there. One of the things was the way Jordan had acted, and the way he always treated him like a live-in servant, strutting around like he was some sort of alpha hot-shot. Another was that even though he had a decent sex-life, he'd never managed to talk a girl into trying anal, having a decidedly more impressive endowment than his strutting sibling. But from this angle it was hard to imagine Jordan like that anymore, especially since he was clenching around his finger like a true slut.
Jordan for his part hadn't been aware of his brother's touch. He was half-asleep and was sure the events of the weekend were merely swimming to the surface. Nor did he notice the other mastiff climbing into bed and straddling his legs. He only realized he wasn't sinking into a dream when the younger canine's tip began to sink into him.
"Kyle!? What the fu..." he started asking, but the air was driven from his lungs as the male mounting him drove himself in as far as he could, grinding a slowly swelling knot against the bigger mastiff's still sore pucker.
"You come in here talking about a mess, but you should have done a better job of washing your man's cum out of your fur..." Kyle replied, his tone close to a growl as his whole body tensed from the sensation of a warm and tight ass clenching around him. "Now let me tell you what's going to happen..." he said, pulling out just a few inches before bucking back and hilting himself once again. He wasn't sure what his brother took back there, but he could feel the ring loosening already, and was sure he could drive his knot into that well-bred ass of his. "I am going to use this slutty ass I'm buried in, because if you were going to stop me you'd have done it by now." He said, a bluff that paid off when he saw the larger canine's ears fold "And after I've finished with you you're gonna clean yourself and then clean up this 'pig-sty', because I sure as hell am not gonna play maid for some over-grown bitch!"
As his brother began to buck into him, Jordan could only think how close he'd been to just putting the weekend behind him and picking up his life where he'd left off. He was sure nobody would be able to tell that another male had made him a bitch in every sense of the word, but the bubble had burst so soon, and now the humiliating weekend was turning into his new life. He could feel his brother leaning over him and resting his weight on his arms, getting an even better angle to rail his tender behind.
Kyle hadn't gotten the short end of the genetic stick the way he did, and he could feel the sickeningly pleasant sensation of another male, a _real_male, spearing his sloppy pucker over and over. He could hear his brother's growls and grunts as the younger canine worked out his frustration on him, and he knew that he had nothing but further humiliation to look forward to. Worst of all, he felt his body respond to what was becoming a familiar sensation of a shaft rubbing against that sensitive spot in his ass, the tip nudging against it every time Kyle pulled back far enough and making Jordan stifle what he suspected would have been a moan if he'd allowed it to get out of his muzzle.
"C'mon slut, let me hear you..." Kyle grunted, dashing Jordan's hopes that he hadn't caught the stifled cry. "Did you moan for the guy who broke you in this well?" he goaded, giving several savage thrusts against the penetrated mastiff with the obvious intent on getting him to cry out.
"AaaaaaAaaahh!" Jordan squealed out before he managed to catch himself, the pained cry torn from his throat after a particularly sharp buck from his young brother.
"There we go! I think the neighbors heard that one... If they ask me who I fucked so hard that I made them scream, what do you think I should say? Should I tell them it was you, or just some random whore, hmm?" Kyle asked, obviously savoring the once bossy dog's shame.
"A...a whore..." was all Jordan could mumble in reply.
"Didn't quite catch that. What are you?"
"A whore!" Jordan cried out, louder than he intended, but at least it seemed to please the canine pummeling his ass.
He buried his face in the sheets as his younger brother continued to breed him, crying out when he felt the teeth of the rutting mastiff fasten on the loose scruff of his neck. He could feel the knot forcing his way against his pucker, and had little doubt that Kyle would force it in before he emptied himself in the once proud alpha. His brother didn't seem to have Alex's experience and instead of a well-time thrust he wound up pushing his knot in, slowly forcing Jordan open wider and wider until the mastiff's ass swallowed up the growing red mass and he heard himself groan in relief.
He could feel the throbbing knot grow and press harder and harder against his prostate, his ears catching Kyle's triumphant growl just before the young dog began to empty his nuts in his new bitch. He could feel the strong jets of watery canine cum shooting into him, the twitching of the cock embedded in his rear causing his own unimpressive length to do the same and squirt its meager load between the sheets and his stomach. Even though Kyle had come first, the now dominant siblings climax continued well after Jordan's had shot its last, rope after rope shooting from the tapered tip and into the bred mastiff's plugged ass.
"Who was it?" he heard Kyle ask from above him, the younger mastiff's weight pressing down on him as he lay atop the bitch he was tied to. "Who took your cherry?"
"A-Alex. Max's younger brother..." Jordan admitted weakly.
"Well, he sure did a good job of training you. But in case he wants to take this ass for a ride sometime in the future, I'm gonna make sure he knows who you belong to now..."
Jordan was still in a daze, even more exhausted now than before he'd gone to bed. His brother was firmly tied and he could feel the massive load the other mastiff had left trapped inside him. Which was why he'd been shocked to feel his tip erupt again, and wondered if the young male was filling him for the second time without even fucking him again. But he soon realized that this weren't squirts of cum, but rather a scalding stream flowing into him while the swollen knot forced his body to accept it. His suspicions were confirmed when he heard Kyle groan the sort of groan you make after drinking beer all night and waiting in line to use the men's room.
He'd thought that the worst was over, and that he'd been as shamed as he could, but he felt close to tears as his brother marked him from the inside and he just lay there and took it without so much as saying a word. His only hope now was that Kyle would agree to keep this between them and let Jordan salvage at least some of his dignity. But the mastiff's stomach churned along with his bowels as he considered what he'd have to do for his brother to earn such consideration...