Papa's Pup

Story by Ceeb on SoFurry

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I'm so tired right now <:3 Just pretend I said something clever here.

This is a way past due commission for Trajan who has been nothing but patient and kind to me. He wanted to be smashed by Ryan, and if there's one thing Ryan does, it's plow boys. :O

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Ryan and writing (C) me

Trajan (C) FA: trajan


When it came to the Pup Club, only two kinds of patron came to mind. There were pups, and there were daddies. The pups and the daddies came in all shapes and sizes. Some pups could be daddies and vice versa, and it was acceptable for a pup to be a daddy one night and the reverse to be true the next night. All that was needed was the desire to be a pretty sissy or a dominant alpha and the switch could easily be made.

With its palette of amorous reds and soothing pinks, Pup Club was dismissed by numerous homosexuals for being a little bit too girly. The rumor that it had a dress code was patently false, though many showed up in their prettiest dresses and most seductive leather to make bold impressions. Just as many patrons showed up in street clothes and explored the realm of sissy affection casually. Pup Club prided itself on its openness. Privacy did not exist at the Pup Club. Love and sex were open displays at all times and voyeurism was encouraged. Creepy patrons ended up ostracized and ejected, but simply watching and masturbating was perfectly acceptable. It was common to see exactly that going on across the club.

Its openness was why nobody batted an eye to the truck driver making his way inside. His rig was parked up the road but his greasy shirt and mesh cap outed him as a driver. He was handsome and grizzled, sporting a glint in his eye and a lump in his jeans. He paid his ten dollars to enter and got the same blacklight stamp on his wrist as anybody else. His name was Ryan Huffman, and he was there to be a daddy.

As Ryan was just seeing the club for the first time, one of its regulars was in the middle of his usual weekend excursion. Trajan was a such a beloved sissy that he was something of an unofficial mascot for the club. A Doberman with a very small a penis and an insatiable love for his pink prettiness, Trajan was a model for the other pups, many of whom emulated his eager demeanor and thirst for daddy cock. Trajan did not know that his night would be spent in the company of a certain trucker who was currently nursing a Mexican beer at the bar.

In most clubs, Ryan was spoiled for choice as far as boys were concerned. Exclusively gay with fifty years of queer lust and friendly charisma backing him up, he was always a popular lover and a good drinking buddy even without sex. At Pup Club, his magnetism was supercharged. Lovely sissies brushed against him, offering mouths, bottoms, paws, anything he so desired. Some were not sissies but dressed and acted the part. Ryan was never one to turn down a chubby boy, Ryan being a plump fellow himself, and he returned all the casual affection and then some. His fat ass and the outline of his penis were frequent targets for the hungry men he met.

Trajan's night went much the same way as Ryan's but from a pup's perspective. Daddies came to him often, and for his part as premiere sissy of the club, he often sat on naked laps or suffered fingers teasing or outright jabbing into his bottom from horny strange men. His small, caged penis ached in its bondage but Trajan was a good pup, and more importantly, he didn't have the key to his cage. The key belonged to his wife.

Once he had three beers in his belly, Ryan moved away from the bar with the intent to sate his second thirst. His attention for the moment was on a skunk whose lingerie was tight around his athletic ass and large penis. Ryan loved boys of all shape and size, but he was ecstatic for twinks with fat cocks. The wolf thought about sitting on the skunk's meat. He lazily pursued the boy through a gently undulating crowd.

Somewhere along the way, Ryan lost sight of the skunk and his large, barely-hidden penis. The beer had passed right through him anyway, he reasoned, and it was time for a break. Sweaty from the stifling, crowded club and in need of a piss, he moseyed across the floor, giving and getting rubs and gropes as he went along. The need to piss was giving him an erection which every boy along his way mistook as being meant for them. Ryan wondered just how many boys there would actually drink urine. The idea entertained him.

The question's answer lie in Trajan, whose brown eyes followed the handsome wolf as he ambled past. For the moment the dog was without a daddy to satisfy and Ryan looked as good a companion as any. His snout was gray and he had a cuddly-looking belly; Trajan liked the older ones. They always seemed to pet him the most and in just the ways he liked. He followed after Ryan, moving purposefully through the crowd. When he was close enough to do so, he linked arms with Ryan and said sweetly, "Hello, sir."

"Hey, kiddo," Ryan amicably said. "Not to cut this short, but do you know where the john is? Shit, I'd settle for a potted plant at this point. That Mexican beer always goes right through me."

Trajan tittered his sissy laughter. He stopped in place, stopping Ryan in the process. "You need to pee?" he asked with practiced innocence. "Why, I know a place you could do that." As if it were the most casual thing one could do, he knelt down, paws tucked before his breast, and opened his maw. His tongue loped over his mandible and his maw invited defilement.

Ryan said nothing but a smile spread across his face. He turned his body to face Trajan and opened his fly. Trajan kneeling elicited no response from the club but the reveal of Ryan's plump prick earned the wolf much attention. Thirsty men of varying species and age encircled the duo, hoping for a glimpse of the wolf's greasy cock.

Feeling no pressure from the eyes of the crowd, Ryan pissed into Trajan's proffered maw. He did so from an inch away but still splashed the dog's cheek and chin before he got it in the goal. To the surprise of no one, Trajan scooched forward and engulfed Ryan's pissing cock, greedily swallowing all the liquid gold it had to offer. As he drank of Ryan's beer piss, his tiny shaft pulsated against its cage. Precum dribbled from its tip.

"That's not something you get at a truck stop. Urinals following you around, I mean," Ryan said, laughing softly. He fondly petted Trajan, stroking through the frilly blonde wig he wore. "Thanks a lot, kid," he said. "You just keep gulping that down. Almost done."

Trajan was all too happy to do this for a handsome daddy. Ryan's body reeked of body odor and musk. Sweat soaked his fur and Trajan could only guess at the other smells the trucker's unwashed form offered. He hoped that the old wolf would be inclined to do more than simply pee in his mouth, but if that was all he wanted, then so be it. Trajan begged only when it was desired of him.

Ryan cooed as he continued to piss, "A-a-almost done, kid. You wanna show me a good time after this? Huh? Bet you got a cute ass under that skirt. Lick your asshole so deep I'll hit the backs of your teeth. What'cha say to that, kid?"

The pup's tail wagged giddily, docked though it was. Trajan liked this new daddy a lot. He guzzled down Ryan's piss and when the trucker's flow stopped, he suckled on the flaccid meat and closed his eyes. A growl rumbled in his throat, a happy puppy noise he made often in times of contentment.

"If I could find someone to eat my ass, I doubt I'd leave here," Ryan said with a playful air. "How about you, kiddo? You lick ass?"

Trajan spoke when spoken to as a good pup should. He pulled back, knowing better than to speak with his mouth full. As he talked, he nuzzled Ryan's penis, grinding his snout into its black flesh. "I'll lick anything you want, sir." He batted his eyelashes which were artificially lengthened. The dog's features were so feminine that if not for the setting and his sissy attire, he could have passed easily. "Anything you want," he sweetly repeated.

"Anything," Ryan murmured.

"Mhm." He dragged his tongue up the length of Ryan's penis then nosed down its veined shaft. He pressed his nostrils into the trucker's scrotum and smelled deeply, drawing in the musk. "Anything at all. I'd love to demonstrate, sir."

Ryan reached down and helped Trajan to his feet like a gentleman. "Bet you know this place better than I do, cutie. Take me somewhere I can try you out."

Trajan walked with Ryan, holding his new daddy by the paw. He loved how tall this daddy was, how he was thick and strong and incredibly handsome. Although Trajan usually had his pick of all the best daddies, he thought the trucker was a special catch. He was authentic.

The Doberman led Ryan to a central area of the club. It was not far from the dance floor, but it was elevated on a small pyramid of steps. The area on top was barred in save for four access points in the cardinal directions. Inside was a collection of pillow nests with several couples and one foursome already making use of the space. Ryan let his pants fall before he sat in an unoccupied spot. Pink and purple pillows surrounded him.

Trajan straddled Ryan and the trucker's crotch vanished under the pup's ruffled skirt. The warmed metal of his cage touched Ryan's penis and the trucker asked with a smile, "You got your cock locked up, kid?"

"Yes sir," Trajan cooed. "You don't need to concern yourself with something so," he smiled and blushed, "insignificant and tiny..."

Ryan grinned. He settled into the pillow nest, pulling Trajan against his sweaty bulk. "If you say so, cutie, but I think that's a waste of some perfectly good dick. I woulda sucked you off."

The dog's blush worsened. He laughed in his effeminate way. "I do the sucking, sir."

Ryan's work-toughened paws played over Trajan's body. He cupped the dog's ass cheeks under the skirt. "Sure, kid. I'm gonna be honest with you, all this pet stuff's always been a little weird to me. Happy to meet you halfway on it, though."

Trajan had been afraid of this. The wolf was nice, and nice daddies tended to have problems giving orders. Trajan was quite happy just to be with the handsome wolf. He smiled and bumped noses with the trucker. Piss was still heavy on his breath. "I'm just an obedient little sissy," he cooed. "However you want to do this is fine with me, sir."

The trucker smooched Trajan's lips. After he tasted his own urine, he lapped across the dog's snout hungrily. "I doubt you're gonna call me by it, but my name's Ryan, kid. What's yours?"

"Trajan," he pleasantly answered. "But I love what you've been calling me so far."

Ryan grinned. He made a show of sucking on his fingers. He watched Trajan's brown eyes widen and lips tighten in anticipation. When he took the sopping digits out of his maw and brought them under the Doberman's skirt, he said, "Trajan, that's cute. Exotic. But yeah, you're still kiddo to me."

The wolf pulled aside Trajan's left ass cheek and his wet right fingers went in for the kill. He pushed his index finger to the somewhat puffy and well-trained ring of Trajan's anus, drawing a gasp out of the dog. Then his finger sank inside, opening up the anal passage with loving slowness. He added a second finger and Trajan whined.

"Oh, sir," he crooned, burying his snout in Ryan's neck fluff. He inhaled the wolf's smell with greedy sniffs. "Mm, will you be pressing the puppy's special button too?"

"Sure will," Ryan affirmed. He rubbed up and down the length of Trajan's back and pumped his fingers slowly. The slobber proved to be ample lubrication. "How's about you give your papa wolf a kiss? Don't skimp on the tongue, kid. I bet you got a nice one. All you doggies do."

The Doberman nuzzled up to Ryan and pecked his rough lips. Then he opened his maw and Ryan did the same. When Ryan's tongue whisked through his mouth, he moaned and squeezed the invading fingers. With his own tongue he lapped back, fighting the daddy's tongue inside his sissy mouth which tasted heavily of dark urine and wolf cock. His behind resisted the wolf's fingers and only made the conquest more thrilling.

Ryan locked slobbery jowls with Trajan and teased him with suckles in the kiss. His tongue was a broad, drippy slab of meat and Trajan could hardly fight, let alone overpower its bulk, but he tried to give what he got. At the same time he humped against the daddy wolf, grinding his smooth cage and bare balls on Ryan's fat, black meat and coarsely furred ballbag.

Ryan's slobbery fingers dragged across Trajan's anal walls. The pressure he put on the puppy's special button was incidental but the the pleasure was incredible, and the boy melted into Ryan's sweaty embrace. Prostate stimulation was nothing new to Trajan, but it never lost its appeal. He writhed against his new daddy, rolling his feminine hips, hoping for more pleasure. Ryan gave it gladly with his thick fingers.

The wolf sucked Trajan's open maw with no regard for the mess he was making. Strands of saliva loped down their chins, staining their clothes. Ryan slid his sticky lips off of Trajan's and then slurped the dog's cheek, licking up so far that he dragged his tongue into the wig's blonde hair. "Good kisses, kid," he said.

"Yes sir," said Trajan between deep huffs. "You give great kisses."

Ryan winked a soulful orange eye at the dog. "That's what papa does," he cooed. He squeezed his free paw around the dog's behind, pulling him closer. His fingers dug deep into the sissy's ass, gripping him tightly.

Trajan kicked and whimpered for Ryan like a puppy getting a belly rub. He nuzzled the wolf's snout and slurped his slobbery chin with yet more puppy-like affection. "Oh, daddy, sir," he whined, "that's my special spot, you're such a good daddy."

"For a cute enough boy, I am," Ryan said slyly. "Hey, kid. Tell me something, fill me in on this pet-play stuff you're into," he said, still rubbing the Doberman's soft anal walls.

"Yes, anything you want to know," Trajan said with the desperate tone of a slut getting just what he needed. "A-a-anything."

The wolf licked the pert wedge of Trajan's ear, dipping his tongue into its cup. "That's the kinda attitude daddy wolf likes, kiddo," he spoke down into the ear. Trajan cooed at the intimate sound of Ryan's baritone voice. "So, if I make that little dick of yours pop, do you get punished or something?"

"Nuh-, no, no sir," Trajan whispered. "The cage is just to make it harder for me, but I can cum if-, if a handsome, perfect daddy wolf like you wants to put the time in to make it happen."

"Guess it's your lucky night, kid, 'cause I hate leaving a nut unbusted," Ryan said with a small laugh. He pulled back his fingers slowly and watched the dog's face, hoping to see a pleading gaze. Trajan delivered, but did not verbally beg. "S'wrong, kiddo? You got something to say?"

Trajan shook his head. The sissy wig's curls bounced. "No, sir. It doesn't matter what this sissy pup wants, it's all about you."

For as sexually magnanimous as he was, Ryan found the dog's worship tempting. He patted the boy's ass and smiled. "That's a good pup. Tell you what. You go grab me one of those beers, and when you get back, I'm gonna let you lick my asshole. How's that sound, kid?"

The Doberman's docked tail wiggled. "Can I really, daddy?"

Ryan smooched him between the eyes. "Yeah, but you gotta get me that beer. Go on, kid."

Trajan rose to unsteady legs. His tiny penis throbbed against the stainless steel confines of its cage. Like a girl wet with anticipation, he too left a damp spot in his skirt. "Yes sir, daddy," he said before leaving.

The smooth purpose with which Trajan moved was a silent notice to all other daddies that he was spoken for. Trajan was renowned for his persistence with his daddies, not leaving them until formally dismissed, and with Ryan he was especially invested. He came back soon with a frosty bottle of beer but was aghast to see Ryan receiving a lazy handjob from another sissy, a fennec fox who had something of a reputation for stealing from inattentive pups.

The fox looked up at Trajan with a malicious smile on his snout. He batted his elongated eyelashes. "Hello, Trajan," he sneered. "Who's this handsome daddy you left out to dry? He's dreamy."

Trajan was too passive for any kind of confrontation. If Ryan wanted the fennec, he would leave without saying a word. He handed the beer to the wolf wordlessly.

"Thanks, kiddo," Ryan said. He looked at the fox and winked. "You got nice paws, kid."

"Thank you, sir," the fennec sweetly replied. He lowered one paw and cupped the wolf's fat, furry balls. Sweat clung to the fur.

"But I'm already occupied here. Thanks for keeping me fluffed. Lil' Trajan's gonna keep me company." He patted the fox between his large ears and smiled toothily. "He found me first. Them's the breaks."

The Dobie demurely covered his muzzle to hide his grin. He watched the bottom-heavy fennec stomp away like a scolded child. When he put his eyes on Ryan, he saw that the wolf's smile was wider than ever.

"He's kind of a bitch, isn't he?" Ryan asked. Trajan giggled.

"I try not to be too catty," the Doberman said, kneeling between Ryan's legs. He helped to pull off the wolf's jeans, pulling them around the boots. "So I won't say a word more on the subject, sir."

"Uh-huh. You can't hide that grin, kid," Ryan laughed and twisted open his beer. "I'm not gonna lie to you. If you hadn't come back, I'd probably be halfway down his throat by now. But you did, so we're all good, aren't we?" He winked at the dog and parted his legs as if putting his feet in invisible stirrups. His balls snuggled between his flabby thighs. "Do your thing, sugar," he said gently, and sipped on his beer.

Trajan salivated at the sight of the fat wolf's spread. He dipped his head so low that the ends of the wig touched the floor. A paw delicately lifted the wolf's balls and made space for his muzzle. Ryan's scrotal fur proved luxurious to nuzzle into, its texture plush despite the thick and fermented sweat embedded in the follicles. The Doberman nosed without hesitation into the musky crucible under Ryan's balls and between his ass cheeks where the scent of his grimy body had its greatest concentration. The smell titillated Trajan in a way no other sense could, not even touch.

Showing none of the hesitation another pup might when faced with such a smell, Trajan pushed his nose against the pucker of Ryan's anus. Rich, aged musk finer than any wine filled the Dobie's keen nostrils. His penis - barely even a clit as one daddy had described it, and Trajan found the description apt - twitched against the bounds of the cage which barely accommodated its erect size but not when it throbbed.

Trajan would have stayed and sniffed Ryan for hours had it been permitted but daddy wanted to be licked, not smelled. He thought someone as sweet as Ryan would allow him any indulgence he asked for, but Trajan was not the most beloved pup in the club because he gave in to his whims.

The dog lapped over Ryan's anus as if licking a piece of hard candy. Trajan's lick was rewarded with a taste of the daddy wolf's anal musk. It was a taste he found hard to describe, a complex flavor like exotic food. Like food, there were good and bad experiences to be had. Ryan was nothing but good; his musk was a delectable, manly scent and his taste was another form of it. Trajan's single lick became another, and another. Within seconds he was tonguing Ryan's anus like a lioness preening her cub, slurping it again and again without tiring, without losing interest in this handsome new daddy. His infrequent pauses were necessary breaks to add saliva to his tongue, and he kept them as short as he possibly could.

Ryan's smile looked like something that belonged on the Cheshire Cat. His teeth glinted in the club's strobing lights as did the precum and saliva on his penis. He slowly stroked himself while Trajan worked his back door. His free paw alternated between bringing the beer to his lips and petting Trajan's head, which subtly shifted with each lick. Over the din of the club, he said, "Don't be afraid to mix it up down there, kiddo. Smooch on it. Suck on it. Smell it if you wanna, I know some of you kids are into that."

Oh, how I love this new daddy, thought Trajan, docked tail swishing from side to side like the arm of a metronome. He paused his licks both to moisten his tongue and to smell the wolf's anus, but he did more than simply sniff. He parked his nose against the rim and inhaled like an addict huffing paint fumes. He sucked burly lupine musk deep into his lungs and he savored every aspect of Ryan's full-bodied anal musk. His boyclit twitched in the cage, pushing on the warm but unyielding steel.

"You snort that ass, kid," Ryan demanded, still grinning and masturbating. He clenched his anus, relaxed it, clenched it again. The rim winked against Trajan's nose as if smooching him. "Snort me like I'm made of coke, kid, you smell that fucking ass. I've been sitting on it all day long. I hope you know this ass came all the way from Utah for you."

Trajan delighted in smelling the storied asshole wrinkling against his nostrils. There was a little attitude in Ryan after all, it seemed. He had the drive in him to be a great daddy - it just had to be coaxed out the right way, and the beer was probably helping.

Trajan made a point to be noisy as he sniffed. He sucked in great lungfuls of rich trucker musk and panted out of his open maw, never wanting to push air back out of his sullied nose. He pushed his nose deeper into Ryan's pucker and was very nearly penetrating the wolf with his snout. Putting his little cock in a daddy was unthinkable, but tongues and noses never seemed to be an issue. As he sucked in Ryan's musk from the source like this, he became dizzy; not much air was entering his nose. The delirium enhanced his pleasure, framing it in gold. Precum oozed through his cock cage.

Ryan laughed when he heard the snorting. "You sound like a little piggy," the wolf said, plainly delighted. His masturbation was still slow, just fluffing, but he found it hard not to stroke himself faster. The thought of putting it in the Doberman kept him from jerking off the way he wanted to. Trajan's snuffling nose was tickling him, pleasing him in a way not necessarily better than a tongue, but special in its own way.

The sissy boy definitely felt like a little piggy as he snorted and snuffled Ryan. He stole a lap across the pucker, smearing thick dog drool over it. Then his nose stole back into the rim and the snuffles began again. Trajan knew he was being a selfish sissy right now, but it was so rare that the daddies indulged this scent-hungry side of him. Ryan, he knew, would be the daddy gold standard for years to come.

Sounds of the club raged all around Ryan and Trajan. A few patrons had come up to the caged-in pyramid to watch not the orgy, but Ryan and Trajan. The wolf was handsome, his cock big and juicy, his ass sharing the same descriptors. Trajan was quite a draw too, him being the slutty celebrity he was.

Ryan noticed the attention but thought nothing of it just as when he had used Trajan as a urinal. He lacked self-consciousness like he lacked deodorant, and he didn't care about putting on a show - he was there for himself and nobody else, though he liked to please Trajan.

"All right, kid. You smelled me enough," Ryan said. Before Trajan could grow too disappointed, he added, "'Bout time I fucked that pussy of yours, right?"

Trajan was overjoyed. He pulled back from Ryan's swampy ass with sweat soaking his muzzle and he beamed a smile at the wolf, tail wiggling. "Yes, daddy-sir!" he crooned, and nuzzled into the wolf's penis. This would be inside of him shortly, this big and beautiful black cock. Trajan loved cock so much. He understood how horribly gay this made him; he didn't care. Cock was delicious and perfect no matter the shape or size. Asses were the same way, all of them needed love. "Would daddy like me to sit on it...?"

"Daddy," Ryan said, "would like the pup to get down on all-fours, because doggystyle is what a bitch needs. Right?" A wink and a smile. Even when he was talking filth and calling names, this daddy was sweet as pie. He reminded Trajan of an uncle he used to spend time with, minus the sex.

Trajan pulled away and put himself on paws and knees. Knowing very well that he had the goods that drove gay men wild, Trajan waggled his bottom from side to side, the skirt covering his cheeks and complementing his titillating display. "Here you go, daddy-sir," Trajan cooed, looking over his shoulder. "My tight boypussy is all yours to seed and breed and," he shuddered, "gape as you see fit..."

Ryan tugged off his jeans and his boxers, pulling them off over his boots. His attire was a puzzle missing a couple pieces now but to Trajan and the patrons watching him, Ryan Huffman looked best with his boots on and his bottoms off. He was a studly but chubby wolf ready to get his nut busted, and that entailed stripping off only the bare essentials.

Like lifting a wedding veil to bare his blushing bride, Ryan delicately pinched the edge of Trajan's skirt and laid it over the small of his back. The Dobie's short tail wriggled beneath the skirt like a trapped mouse. "Nice cheeks you got, puppy," Ryan said, his voice grumbling from the place territorial snarls and growls came from.

"You're too kind, daddy," Trajan spoke with emphatic graciousness. "Will daddy be entering his pup at once...?" he asked, voice trailing away like he was a child trying to ask for a treat without really asking.

Ryan filled in the rest in his head: or will daddy tongue the puppy's pussy? "Gonna give it a taste first, kid. Gotta make sure it's safe."

Trajan tittered. "Of course, of course. Who would want that big, black, beautiful cock to fall into a trap?"

Instead of his big black cock, Ryan's big black nose bumped the dog's ass crack. Next his paws, similarly big and black, curled around the cheeks and pried them open. The flashing lights of the club did nothing to distract Ryan from the pink bud nestled between Trajan's girly ass cheeks. Operating on a level of scents and trails, Ryan's nostrils dragged up the dog's taint and then nestled into the anus. Hungry inhalations made his nostrils flare, rubbing on the pucker. Trajan's reply was a coo. His anus winked back, giving little kisses to Ryan's nose.

Like any dog, Trajan had a unique and strong scent. All the girliness in the world couldn't change his musk glands which expressed their scent into Ryan's querying nostrils. Ryan's ragged flag of a tail whipped through the air like the giddy tail of a puppy. His tongue slopped out of his mouth, dangling like a ribbon over his chin before he dragged it up through the Doberman's crack. Trajan's thin and delicate sweat was swept away by Ryan's slurp and immediately replaced with a patchy coating of drool. Trajan's back arched as if he were imitating a cat and he pushed his butt back. This was the kind of daddy he wanted every night, one who tasted and smelled and did all the right things.

One lick was all Trajan got but he did not complain. He didn't even want to complain, because as good as rimjobs and friendly sniffs were, he loved more than anything else to be fucked. Trajan had been variously described as a cumdump, a walking sperm bank, and most succinctly a buttslut. He wore the labels proudly because they were all true. He loved to be fucked by the biggest, manliest men he could seduce and Ryan Huffman was easily his finest catch.

The wolf's dark prick touched Trajan's anus much the same way as his nose had. Unlike his nose, his cock was not cold, but it was very wet. Precum dribbled copiously from it and it ran down Trajan's taint and across his balls. Without asking permission to begin, Ryan pushed into Trajan slowly but relentlessly. Varicose black meat vanished into the Doberman's tensing anus like a peg slipping into its designated slot. The girly puppy again did his kitty-arch and this time he crooned, making a burbling noise like a neutered howl.

"Oh, daddy," Trajan bleated, the title dripping respect like his cock dribbled in its cage. "Ooh my gawd, daddy, sir. It's so big, so hot...!"

"Goddamn right, pup," Ryan snorted, and he hated himself for sinking into the role. He was a nice guy, he gave cold and wet boys rides in his truck and didn't demand anal sex in return - he just suggested it. He was a sweet old wolf, not a cigar-chomping daddy, but here was in a club with his boots on and his cock drilling its way to the center of a girly Doberman in a blonde wig and a pleated skirt. Becoming a dommy daddy was a necessary transformation under the circumstances.

Ryan's hips bumped Trajan's butt cheeks, made them wiggle, but their wiggle was nothing next to the gelatin wobble of Ryan's fat gray ass. One paw hung at his side like the hand of an outlaw waiting to draw. Its twin rested on Trajan's back, fingers splayed across the soft black and tan fur. He started to move his hips without waiting for the dog to give him the okay because he knew there wouldn't be one. Trajan existed to be used and Ryan had finally latched onto the concept.

"You digging daddy's meat, pup?" asked Ryan, hips slowly moving, big balls dangling low in a scrotum aged as finely as wine. "You're fucking tight, kid. Papa could get used to fucking asses like these." He thought about that fennec brat and wondered how tight that creature would have been. Fennecs were always unspeakably snug but seemed to have no limits when it came to monstrous stretches. Trajan, he believed, was better. He couldn't imagine that fennec guzzling down his piss.

"I'm digging it so-oh-oh much," Trajan whimpered, his face a rictus of faggot delight. His penis, the clit to his boypussy, twitched and jumped inside the confines of the cage and he pictured it breaking loose like a monster in a movie. He rocked back on his knees, pushed his butt into daddy Ryan's grinds. "Am I a good bitch, daddy-sir? Am I a good bitch? Do you like my pussy?"

Ryan slid his paw up Trajan's back, rubbing over frilly cloth and a red ribbon tied up as if the dog were a present. Definitely a nice goddamn surprise, thought Ryan. As his paw slid back home, he said reassuringly, "You got the best pussy I ever had, kid. The best fucking pussy." And speaking of boypussies... Ryan pushed into Trajan as deep as he could go and held the pup there. As the Doberman whined and whimpered all manner of praise for his daddy, Ryan reached back between his tubby ass cheeks and prodded his own anus. Its surface was still wet with Trajan's drool and a layer of its own sweat and grease. He pressed in a finger but not too far, and the self-stimulation made him grunt. His ebony cock jerked inside of Trajan and unleashed a fat was of precum.

Ryan resumed his slow fucking of the dog with his finger still in his ass, giving the humorous impression that he was lifting himself into Trajan. It would have broken the rhythm up too much - not to mention shattered the image of Ryan being primo daddy material - to ask someone nearby to please be the caboose of his man train, so a finger would have to do. Despite the strain in his arm, he wriggled it in deeper and teased it along the anal walls, hoping to hit that special spot.

Where Ryan was having trouble hitting his prostate, Trajan's was being rubbed against constantly by Ryan's member. It hit the dog that he was going to cum and it was going to happen without so much as a single stroke on his tiny cock. Prostate stimulation did wonders for Trajan but a climax from it was a rare thing. His intentions were selfish when he bucked back into Ryan, moving his round ass harder than ever to make Ryan smash him. A muffled clap emerged as Ryan's hips smacked Trajan's buttocks. Another pleasure of Trajan's: spanking. He would hint this fetish to Ryan later. For now, the anal sex was enough.

"Oh, daddy-sir, oh papa," Trajan murmured, stringing the titles together like some mindless spoken word verse. "Ooh my gawd, daddy-papa-sir, this gay pup is going to squirt." He looked over his shoulder at Ryan, brown eyes glinting amorously. "Please don't stop fucking this sissy pup now."

Ryan dug deeper in his ass. His shoulder stung like hell from the twist but his fat finger was knuckle-deep now. He managed to broach his prostate and that alone was enough to make his cock surge inside of Trajan. The jump of Ryan's cock made Trajan think of a big block engine threatening to twist right off its mounts under its own strength. The jump came with a wad of precum so thick that the dog felt like he had been spit into.

Trajan pushed back, wriggled his ass, pulled forward, pushed back again. His tail was wiggling under the upended skirt madly. Toes curled, eyelids clenched, ears pinned back into the locks of the wig. He bit his lip and whimpered. This was the big moment he had been waiting on for days. He was going to cum and it was going to be spectacular. His balls grew taut, making his already inoffensive genital profile almost smooth. Just like Ryan's meaty cock, Trajan's prick twitched and jumped in its cage, ready to burst.

Ryan gnawed his jowly lip, putting ruts in its cracked surface. As fat as he was, fingering himself and fucking a boy at the same time felt like contortion but he was doing it himself because that was what the big strong daddies did in this slutty place. Speaking with a steadiness that surprised even himself, he snapped, "Gonna dump my nuts deep in that pussy, pup! What do you have to say about that?" His hips crashed into Trajan's bucking butt, making another muffled clap.

The Doberman squealed beneath Ryan. Black wolfmeat reamed him out so wonderfully that he could almost forget the stallions and the bulls and the other giants who had cored him like a pineapple in the past. It all came down to Ryan's attitude and his body - and his stink. Ryan had become Trajan's all-time favorite daddy and he doubted if that bar would ever be raised again.

"Oh-, oh my god, daddy!" Trajan shrieked, trembling as if terrified. As if he really were in the grip of terror, his blood started to run rich with hormones. His pupils shrank and all of his muscles, anal ones especially, seized and relaxed together in an ebbing and flowing pattern. He spoke to Ryan but his tongue was tangled and stupid. Climax made him the dumb blonde he pretended to be. Ropes of semen which seemed much too thick for such a sissy dog gushed from his twitching prick. The cage diffused the slop and it splattered beneath his presenting body, dripping off the cage's frame in long, pregnant drops. To feel relief from so many days of teasing all but exhausted Trajan and he wanted to collapse, but he forced himself to be strong, to stay on his paws and knees until daddy was through.

The tightening of Trajan's anal muscles was almost the end of it for Ryan. He kept pushing, fighting the dog's grip with his slick cock. Trajan had gone still and passive but the wolf's finger was still worming away, rubbing over and over on the special gland nested just the other side of slippery anal flesh. His balls were getting snug too - though snug for Ryan's nuts meant they were only slightly less dangly. Unlike Trajan's harsh and seizing orgasm, Ryan still maintained control of himself and as that sensation of release and utter satisfaction hit him, he yanked out his finger, clapped both paws down on Trajan's ass cheeks and railed the Doberman.

Ryan shuddered as his cock began to squirt its slop but the vicious rhythm kept going, his hips crashing into Trajan's butt like a bus hitting a car again and again. The wolf's tight grip on Trajan kept him still, otherwise Ryan's weight would have knocked him off his unstable paws and knees.

The wolf's cockslop squirted into Trajan's ass with so much volume and force that at first, Trajan thought he was being pissed in. Trajan enjoyed that, but he enjoyed cum in his ass even more. Ryan may not have had the sheer output of a Clydesdale, but what the wolf slopped into him was everything he wanted. It was the perfect end to a night with the perfect daddy, assuming Ryan was through now that his wad had been shot. Ryan still pounded Trajan's girly ass but the rhythm began to stiffen. Ryan's refractory period was upon him and his cock became so ungodly sensitive that he had to stop. He sank into Trajan one last time, trembling from the raw stimulation. He leaned over the dog, chest heaving, tongue dribbling saliva on the girly ensemble Trajan wore.

"Fuck, kid," Ryan said, the edge gone from his voice. Trajan had expected the softening and he still liked Ryan just fine. "You got-, goddamn, you've got such a nice ass, kid." He uttered a tired laugh. "Fucking milked me."

"Happy to do it, daddy," Trajan tittered, his composure somewhat regained. Afterglow warmed him, made him cuddly and tingly like ecstasy did. A soft paw reached back and brushed over Ryan's aged knuckles. "May I do anything else for you, sir? Lick you clean? Another beer?"

Ryan pulled out of Trajan, sat back in the pillow nest, huffed. His prick was still half-hard and it rested on his gut. He seemed not to care that semen was rubbing off on his shirt. Trajan had already guessed the old yellow stains on the fabric weren't mustard.

"Just sit with me for now, kiddo. Sit with me."

Trajan padded over to Ryan and brought along the wolf's pants and boxers on the way; it would not do for daddy's wallet to be stolen. But those nasty boxers, oh, I might steal those for myself. He settled into Ryan's arms, his caged and dribbling cock resting on Ryan's free-range meat. Cum oozed from his swollen, but puckered anus. "Anything you say, daddy," he sweetly cooed, nuzzling up under Ryan's chin. "Mmm. You're a good daddy."

"I try, kid," Ryan chuckled, paw curling around Trajan's ass in a familiar way. "Good lord, do I fuckin' try."