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Robert throws his eyes open after feeling a warm wetness surrounding his cock. He squirms a little and does his best to move his head down to look at who the culprit was. He gently moves his leg back to feel his wife still in bed with him; that must mean...

Cain?!

The older shepherd feels his heart rate accelerate at a rapid pace, his blood pumping hard through his veins. A forehead sweat takes over and he takes some quiet but deep breaths.

Cain! What the fuck are you doing? Why the fuck are you doing this? Jesus Christ this is just so fucking wrong! What should I do? Do I make him stop? Do I pretend this isn't happening? Fucking hell!

But that's when he feels the mouth exit from around his meat with a wet suck and the hand around his sheathed, hard cock be removed. He felt stupidly disgusting as he looked down and watched himself squirt his pre onto his son's face, the sight turning him off instantly once the stimulation was gone. His dick began to shrink back to its original thin rod and slips back into its sheath. He could see Cain's silhouette slowly rise and run away with an obvious boner, the older male sitting up in bed and panting up a storm.

No WAY that just happened... no way, no way!

He grabs his ears and pulls on them, gritting his teeth in the process.

Why would he do something like that? Robert gets out of bed and starts to walk to the bathroom in his bedroom, his foot suddenly squelching in a puddle on the carpet. He loses his balance and stumbles off to the side on one foot.

Did he fucking piss himself? Jesus! He grimaces and gets down on his paws and knees, taking a sniff at the wet spot.

"Yeugh... fucking nasty." He whispers, standing back upright and continuing on to the bathroom. He opens the door with rage and slowly closes it so as to not wake Clara. He flips the light on and peeks down at his crotch, the opening wet with his stray spray from earlier. He gulps and exhales deeply, holding his head and grabbing at the fur. His sheath sticks out a little from the opening in his shorts and he is brought back to the feeling of his son's paw gripping his most private parts. Robert grunts and snarls a little, his lips rising in anger revealing his sharp canines.

That little bitch thinks he can get away with this-

Robert feels a surge of adrenaline rush through his body, a cold chill emanating up his spine as he formulates his next plan. The German Shepherd opens his door and power walks out into the hallway, seeing red. The hallway was pitch black, but his eyes adjusted from being in his room asleep, so he had no issues maneuvering over to where Cain's room sat. As he walked, his other footpaw stepped in yet another puddle, but this one was rather... thick. Strands of creamy cum connect his foot to the wood floor and he rolls his eyes, his anger only growing. He walks off, walking on the front of his foot to contain the cum as he continues off on his conquest to teach his son a lesson. The shepherd grabs hold of the doorknob and pushes the door in with his shoulder, swinging the door open with controlled strength. He exhales sharply and flips the light switch on, seeing his son lying in bed pretending to be asleep.

"Get the fuck up."

No reply.

"Cain I swear to fucking God-" his legs carry him in stride over to his son's bed, ripping the covers off of him, Cain jumping and shielding his head for potential impact.

"Get up. Get up now." His commanding tone made the naturally obedient shepherd sit up, avoiding eye contact to the best he could.

"Dad, I-"

"Don't start. Get over here and clean my foot off. Who the fuck doesn't clean their mess up like that?"

"Wh-wha... oh. I was going to, but I heard you get up and I just didn't know what to do and-clean your foot?"

"Get up." Robert crosses his arms and lifts his foot up, wiggling his toes.

"Get between the pads, too."

Cain felt his face burn in embarrassment, having been caught white handed. He stood up and walked over towards his shower towel, going in to grab it-

"No. Use your tongue, you fucking pervert. You had no issue using your tongue on my dick earlier, so what's a foot to you?" Robert tightened his arms wrapped around himself, glaring at his son expectantly.

"You can't be serious?" Cain gasps, placing his tail between his legs. His dad didn't respond, but looked down at his foot.

The younger shepherd gulped and walked shyly over to his dad, getting on his knees and looking up at him. With sulked shoulders and sad eyes, he watches his dad sit on his bed and raise his foot back up. Cain took a good look at the creamy pawpads, his groin coming to life yet again despite having cum minutes prior. With gentle paws, he takes his father's foot and sits down on his legs, sighing as he sticks his tongue out. He leans forward and gives a nice long lick up the musty pads, tasting the not only floor, but the salty cream he shot out onto the floor earlier.

"That's it, get between every crevice. This is what perverted sluts get coming to them. I'll teach you to fondle your own father in his sleep, you sick bastard."

Cain blushes heavily again at the humiliation his father was putting him through. He knew what he did was wrong, but is licking cum off his foot the punishment he needs? Or is it the one he wants?...

Cain closes his eyes, really concentrating on sliding his wet canid tongue down against the rough flesh, a scraping sound heard from the friction. He makes sure to get every little bit up until the foot is covered in cum-laden saliva, yet clean for the most part. With a swift motion, Robert stands up and grabs his son's shirt, pulling him up to his feet only to push him down onto his stomach.

"Gah!" Cain shouts as his father grabs at his boxers and pulls them down to reveal his bare ass, slipping his tail through the slit it goes through. Robert smirks and raises his paw up, suddenly slapping Cain's ass with might. Cain yelps and whines, gripping his bed sheets tightly with a crinkled up nose.

"Not bad-this'll do. I didn't get to finish what you started earlier, so allow me to do just that." Robert looks down to see his son started to squirt a little onto the floor. He shakes his head and places his paws on his son's cheeks, spreading them apart to reveal his pink pucker.

"Dad! What're you do-ah!"

Robert places his sheath tip at his kid's entrance, squeezing his ass cheeks firmly. He wastes no time even attempting to get hard before he pushes himself against his son's hole, his slick canine cock pushing its way through with ease. Cain yelps and groans at the sudden feeling of having to use the bathroom. He's never had anything back there before besides a finger or two, so this was a foreign experience. His father was relentless; he shoved his entire shaft into his son, even the deflated knot, shoving it in and out whilst his son grunts and groans, pushing himself forward to try and lessen the pain of the prodding up his ass... to no avail. Robert picked up the pace if anything, emitting his own grunts and growls as he takes his son's anal virginity.

"Fuck, take it! This is what you want right? Your daddy fucking your tight little ass? Huh? Take it then!" Robert gives a big thrust as his cock begins to grow. His knot starts to swell, but it doesn't stop him from shoving that bitch into his son. Another slap comes from his big paws, the smack audible from the entire house. Cain yelps again and repeatedly lets out small moans and groans of pain, feeling the thickness swell up his pink hole. As his cock grows, the sounds of wet sex start to fill their ears, the musk of sex filling their noses from the mating of two males. Robert's knot started having a difficult time exiting Cain's asshole, so he started to pound his hips forward with just his shaft, which was still plenty to fill the void. Occasional smacks could be heard from Robert punishing his kid, his cock throbbing and squirting all that strong pre he had earlier. It slicked the way for him to effortlessly schlorp his cock deep inside, wet suction noises and plaps filling the room from his balls slapping against Cain's ass.

"Get ready, bitch!" He yells, reeling his hips back as far as he could. Cain closed his eyes and whined nervously, huffing and puffing out of fear of the pain to come. Robert pulled back until his cock slipped out of Cain's hole, his dick spraying his fleshy hole with more of that precious pre before he lines himself up and pushes as hard as he could. His knot pops into Cain with force, the teen digging his face into his bed and moaning in a mix of pain and prostate stimulation as that knot presses against it. Robert unleashes thick, steamy ropes of his potent cum, the same cum that made the vessel he has his bone buried in in that moment. He grunts and leans down to bite Cain's neck tuft, his paws holding his boy down while he ties the knot, breeding him with Cain's siblings.

"Gah... bah... fuck... there we go. That should-huff-teach you, bitch." He tugs his hips back a bit, only to be securely locked in place by the round flesh holding them together.

"Robert?" A voice came from behind him. He turned around as quickly as possible, gasping and clamoring around to try and untie.

"Heeey, honey! What's up?" He laughs with an embarrassed smile, reeling his hips back, unable to untie.

"What... are you doing?"