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"Mum! I'm home."

Jake stepped in through the door and shut it behind him, kicking off his shoes at the door and leaving them there. He stepped through towards the kitchen, and smiled over at his Mother, who was hanging over by the sink, putting away the last of the dishes into the cupboard.

"Hey! How was your day?" She asked him inquisitively, and Jake rolled his shoulders in response, giving her a passive shrug.

"It was school." He mused, and she gave him an apologetic smile.

"Dinner'll be in a couple of hours. Why don't you get started on homework?" She suggested, and he nodded solemnly, rubbing the back of his head as he headed off up the stairs.

Jake was 13, and like all teenagers, he sincerely hated school with every fibre of his being. Classes often sucked, the work was difficult, and despite wanting to hang out with what little friends he had, his mother was always rather insistent that he should focus on his education. He, however, felt as if he were squandering his youth. He wanted to go out and have fun! What kid didn't want to have fun?

The minute he stepped into his room, he was acutely aware that something was amiss. The slim, grey Fox dropped his bag by the door and squinted, scanning around the room. His eyes centred on the drawers on the far side of the room. He was certain that he'd shut that before he went out this morning, and yet, the draw was open. He crossed the room and peeked inside. His nose wrinkled when he realised his socks were missing, and he sighed in frustration, rubbing over his face. He turned and left the room, leaning over the railing to call downstairs.

"Mum! Flint took my socks again." He cried, and he heard her sigh in response from the kitchen. He stepped down the stairs and back into the kitchen, a sour expression on his face.

"Sorry, honey. I'll buy you some more tomorrow. I honestly don't know what's gotten into him lately." She said to him with a sigh, glancing out towards the window to see the German Shephard in the garden.

Flint was a 2 year old dog, and a grown adult, but he had lately been acting like a petulant puppy, constantly fighting and arguing with anyone who dared to defy him. He didn't listen to commands and didn't seem to want to be told what to do, especially when it came to picking food out of the cupboards, or grabbing Jake's clean socks from his drawers and chewing them to pieces. He'd done it multiple times lately, and Jake was at his wit's end with it. The Fox wasn't very quick to anger, but he had limits like everyone else.

With a sigh, he headed back upstairs. There was, unfortunately, very little he could do about it. Flint simply wouldn't listen to anyone, as if he thought he should be in charge of all of them. Jake had done a little bit of reading online and learn that most dogs worked in a 'pack' mentality, and that they needed a leader to be told what to do. For a long time, that had been Jake's father, but his father worked a lot lately, so it might be that Flint was under the impression that the seat was vacant, or that he was more capable. Whatever the case, Jake did at least have an idea of what to do: show Flint who's boss.

As if on cue, he heard the pattering of footsteps heading up the stairs, but they were too light to be anything over than the canine himself. Jake swivelled in his office chair and turned towards the door, folding his arms when he spotted the German Shepherd sitting on it's haunches, in the entrance way of his door.

"I'm not interested." Jake glared, but Flint merely tilted his head, displayed his big, blue eyes. The Fox let out a harsh grunt and got to his feet, beginning to undress. He knew he had to change out of his clothes, his mother often complained when he wasn't out of his uniform by dinner time. He occasionally got them dirty.

As he was tossing his shirt onto his bed, Flint trotted across the door and grabbed one of his pairs of underpants from the open drawers. At first, Jake didn't notice, but he turned and his eyes widened when he saw them in the dog's mouth.

"Hey!" He cried out, reaching for them in the Dog's mouth and getting a grip on them. "Let go. Give me them!"

Flint wasn't co-operating, and Jake was now in a difficult position, with one hand on the underpants, and the other on his unbuttoned trousers, which he was in the process of removing. He knew he had to give up one, and he inevitably picked the trousers. Removing his hand from his pants, he grabbed onto the underpants in the dog's mouth, and his trousers fell to his ankles, exposing his boxers. He pulled on the pants, and Flint tugged back against him, a growl escaping his throat. The Dog was stronger than him in this position, and when Flint tugged hard, Jake was caught off balance, falling onto his knees.

Anger quickly flashed into the cub's eyes, and he reached further forwards, grasping onto the Dog's collar. With that, he pulled, dragging Flint closer as he curled his arm around the canine, getting it in a headlock as he attempted to keep trying to pull the underpants from the canine's mouth. Flint continued to growl and fight him over them, his tail wagging back and forth. He found this amusing, like it was some sort of game.

Jake knew he needed better leverage. He desperately kicked his ankles out of his trousers until he was finally free, and he cocked a leg over the canine, essentially mounting him and pushing the canine's body to the floor. Almost instantly, Flint stopped struggling, and he placed his body down in a submissive position. His jaw loosened and Jake was able to remove his underpants from the dog's mouth, covered in saliva, and slightly torn. Jake let go of him and leant back, panting harshly. That was a lot more effort than it needed to be.

"That...wasn't so hard, was it?" Jake panted out, and realised what kind of position he was in. The 13 year old was in his boxers, and he was pressed up right against the canine's backside. He could have sworn he felt the outline of the dog's crotch, and he quickly pulled back, scrambling to his feet. That was definitely wrong, and he knew it.

Flint turned his head to stare back at Jake, who stood there staring at him. When Jake didn't move, Flint got onto all fours, wagging his tail lightly. His eyes were trained on the young cub, with an unsettling gaze. His tail stopped after a moment, and coiled upwards, resting against it's back. It was exposing itself, or at least appeared to. Jake's eyes centered down on the twitching pucker sitting just underneath the tail, and he felt his mouth go dry. His crotch tingled. He wanted this, for some reason, but he didn't know why.

Flint made it more obvious that he was up for this, lowering his upper body and spreading his back legs out a little more, letting his ass show on full display, with his ample sack dangling beneath. Jake slowly stepped forwards, and noticed the canine didn't move. He didn't understand what Flint was doing, but it appeared as if he were...submitting? That was the only thing that Jake could think of.

Slowly, he got onto his knees. There was a silence between them, but no words needed to be said. Slowly, He tugged down his boxers, exposing his sheath and the small member that was beginning to poke out. He reached down with a thumb and traced it along the canine's hole, and he could feel it twitching beneath his touch. Flint made no movements, his eyes staring off into the far side of the room. Jake could only assume he wanted this, and to be honest, Jake wanted it too.

He stroked his own member a few times and spat on it, smearing the saliva into his cock as he pressed the tip against the canine's pucker. He'd never really had sex with anyone before, let along a Dog, but he was certain he knew how to do it. After a moment, he pushed, and the tapered end of his vulpine member slipped into the dog's backside.

Flint didn't make any sounds: no whines, no growls, not even a soft huff. He was altogether rather silent as Jake sunk his cock deeper and deeper into the canine's ass. Deeper and deeper he want, and he could feel the dog's ass spasming and clenching around his member. A small groan escaped his mouth as he leant over the dog, mounting him like any other animal. Now on all fours, he pulled back and thrust. He slipped in his member even deeper than before, his small knot swelling up at the base of his cock. The pleasure was exquisite, and he wasn't sure if he'd last too long, but he certainly didn't want this feeling to end.

He thrust, a little harder each time, and Flint surprisingly kept himself in place, despite the pushing on his behind. Jake leant back a bit, cupping around the dog's stomach to make sure it stayed in place as he thrust a little harder, each pound of his cock met with his own quivering groan of ecstacy. Every so often, he glanced torwards the door, making sure he wouldn't be spotted. He didn't even want to think about what might happen if his mother spotted him having sex with the family dog.

The more and more he thrust, the more and more he felt a pressure building within his loins, like something was about to erupt. He's learnt sexual education in school, and he knew what was coming: he'd masturbated enough times to realise it. He thrust a little harder each time and, rather suddenly, his knot slipped into the canine's backside. He let out a weak gasp and found himself firmly tied, despite tugging his hips back. He stroked the canine's backside as he humped a bit more. As worried as he was about being stuck, his orgasm was fast approaching, and that was more important.

Suddenly, it hit him. A sharp groan escaped his mouth and a thick string of cum shot from the end of his member, spurting into the dog's insides. He came the hardest he'd ever done in his young life, spurting string after string of hot, sticky seed into the family dog. Each convulsion was met with a shaky pant, and his knees wobbled with exertion. He felt exhausted, but the pleasure to intoxicating. As quickly as his orgasm arrived, it was gone again, and he was left feeling a little frustrated. He wanted more, but he knew he couldn't, not with his mother right downstairs.

Slowly, he pulled back, and winced when he wanted the Dog's ass stretch a little as his teen knot slipped from the dog's backside, coated with cum. He leant back and rested on his ankles as the canine stepped away from him, seemingly satisfied. Jake scanned him, watching as he turned around and got down on his backside, cocking his leg up and spreading them. Jake watched as the canine sniffed at his own backside and lapped up the cum that dribbled out, as well as licking at his own sheath. Jake could see the red member poking from the canine's sheath, as well as the wet stains on the floor between them. Flint must have enjoyed it to some degree as well.

"Jake! Dinner!" His mother called, and Jake quickly got his feet, scrambling for some new clothes to put on. Flint sat there for a moment looking at the teen, before Jake pointed towards the door. On command, Flint did as he was told, heading out of the room and downstairs. Jake blinked, surprised he even co-operated. With that, he headed downstairs.

"Flint, no! This isn't yours!" Jake heard his mother complaining before he'd even entered the kitchen, and he saw Flint trying to hop up at his mother, snapping at the plate of food in her hand. Jake scowled.

"Flint! Down. Go outside." He demanded, pointing towards the door, and Flint immediately stopped. He lowered his head and trotted out into the back garden, turning and sitting on the porch facing them. He placed his heads on his front paws submissively.

"...Wow. When did he start listening to you?" His mother marvelled, placing the boy's dinner in front of him.

"Um...just now." Jake frowned to himself, staring at the canine.

He had the feeling this was the start of something, but he didn't know what.