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This is the third part in a series of stories detailing the adventures of a couple of military Dobies back in the early 1960's.

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June, 1962

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Brock was snoring and for the unknown time during that night, I wondered whether the next heave of his big body is going to cause the springs of the rickety motel bed to squeak for one last time before giving out altogether.

We lay on the bed on our sides, Brock behind me, and one of his beefy arms was around my midriff, holding my back close to his chest. I felt the big Dobie private's breaths against my neck, a warm huff accompanied by a snore landing there about once every three seconds. His hips were pressed flush with my backside and I had his sheath lodged firmly between my rump cheeks, just under the stub of my tail. He wasn't hard since the doggie soldier was well spent for the night, but that very feeling sent a twinge of heat through my cheeks and my underbelly, and that made my tail twitch excitedly.

I felt warm and safe in the arms of the big Doberman, and I was lying there quite happily, relaxed and content with the feeling of being so close to the doggie who made me feel the strangest things. I wasn't quite sure what it all meant exactly, but I knew I wanted to keep doing the things we had done on during the night, and earlier, too.

I wanted to run my paws all over his hot body and feel each and every muscle in it. I wanted to have my head swimming with his musk and listen to him growl in that way that made me go weak in the knees. I also wanted much more of the fun that involved him pushing that big cock of his under my tail and reaming it until he'd shoot lots of sloppy cream into my rump.

Hell, the thought of that made my ass and even my tailhole clench, and I hissed quietly between my teeth at the slight feeling of discomfort. I sure felt well worn out after having Brock inside me twice during the last night, and both times he had pushed his very large knot into me to tie me with him before he had cummed. Both times I had came on my own accord and sprayed ourselves and the sheets with my doggie cum, and I was pretty sure that the sheets were ruined for good already.

Brock shifted in his sleep, nuzzling my neck and pulling me a bit closer to him once more. He mumbled something under his breath, against the skin on the back of my neck, and pushed his hips instinctually closer to my rump again, seeking my warmth.

I smiled and wiggled my hips back at him playfully, wondering if he'd react to such, but all Brock did was snore at me again, and I flicked and ear and tried to drift back to sleep again. The bed wasn't very comfortable, but I had a warm Dobie blanket to keep me warm, so I wasn't badly set at all. I could simply relax and lay back and enjoy this quiet time before we'd have to head back to the base after our leave was over. This was certainly not something we could do back there...

The first sign of awareness coming from Brock was the fact that his paw moved over my chest down to my belly and pressed down on me. Then came a grumble, and an unmistakable sound of a yaw, and the smack of his lips together as he finished yawning his jaws out of alignment.

Brock's nosepad pressed to the nape of my neck and I felt his breath down my spine as he exhaled before breathing me in. His hips moved again and I felt the roundness of his sheath press against my ball sac between my thighs.

"Doggy...," the soldier grumbled throatily and licked my neck wetly.

"Morning to you too...," I huffed.

That lick felt ticklish and hot and made me stay very still as the slight prickling went through me, and he whispered against my skin.

"Is it morning really?" he chuckled. His arm encircled my torso and a strong paw was splayed over my right pec, and our bodies were pressed firmly together.

"How the hell should I know?" I replied.

It was still dark outside and I couldn't tell the time, but it didn't seem to bother Brock, since he simply continued to tease the skin at the back of my neck, breathing, kissing and lapping over the smooth furs. The soldier's hips were slowly rocking against mine and his sheath seemed to feel a bit bigger than before as it pressed against my crack.

I huffed and gave his leg a small kick from my own. It was so typical of Brock.

"Horn dog," I rumbled at him, though I was smiling despite the huffed tone.

Brock's teeth pressed against my skin and I felt his growl through our bodily contact, his firm chest pressing to my back and letting it resonate through me. There was no mistaking that he was a very big Dobie in all respects, and that was once again doing those mysterious things to my mind., as much as the strong musk permeating the room. He muttered something incomprehensible into my neck, and that big, strong paw drifted down over my abs to come to rest over my sheath and press down.

I moaned and pushed my hips against that touch and he pushed his hips against mine. His swelling sheath made its home snugly between my ass cheeks, sliding easily amidst the layer of half-dried cum and sticky gun oil that neither of us had bothered to clean up before we'd drifted off to sleep. He grunted at the feeling, and ground his hips to mine with added intensity.

"Can't help it, Jack," he whispered hoarsely, close to my ear, and then he nipped it between his teeth, and just held it for a moment before releasing me as I moaned low in my throat.

The Dobie's paw was playing with my sheath and making it swell quickly, and I felt my cock starting to slide out of its protective cover. Brock's palm felt rough and hot against my tip, and I bit my lip and rocked my hips into the touch, wanting more of that great feeling.

Brock stopped his play only for a moment as he shifted and pulled me down to my back, and I landed with a soft grunt and a squeak coming from the overloaded bed at the redistributed weight of our big bodies. Then the Dobie climbed on top of me, catching my hips with his thighs into an embrace as much as his arms did for my torso, making me almost immobile under him as he let most of his weight onto me. I snorted and he grunted when our hardening cocks made contact between our bellies, and he gave me a couple of firm thrusts as if to make sure I knew that he was there.

My cock throbbed and I felt my sheath pull back when Brock's abs rubbed over my package. It felt fucking great on my slick cock, and I threw my head back and moaned. The soldier was on me as fast as he 'd be when charging against enemy positions, his teeth and tongue making a sloppy mess of my neck while he grumbled dominantly and showed me who was the boss in bed. At the same time I could feel up his shoulders and arms and those great biceps and his broad and nice back that was arched and all tense and full of his rumbles for me.

We ended up making out messily after a while, tongues sliding against each other while our lips smacked together, and his giant thighs were propelling his dogmeat right against mine between our mashed bellies. We were both fully aroused despite the fact that w must've fucked only a few hours previously before he'd fallen asleep, but there was lust in the air, and that more than made up for the short recovery time. It felt both weird and great, not to mention, it was making things catching up since I was already leaking sticky strands of pre from the tip of my cock. That made for a more slick humping motion shared, and that also increased the pleasure to new heights.

"Nhhhh...what do you want, Brock...?" I questioned him between kisses, licking over his lips as he pulled back for just a moment to catch his breath.

His saliva drooled down from the corners of his maw and over my lips, and I hungrily lapped all the taste I could get up. The big soldier just growled and kissed me again, cupping my head in his big paws as his thrust his tongue between my lips and deep into my maw.

"You're mine...," the Dobie spoke his answer to me after a moment of heavy kissing and humping, and then arched himself up , propping himself on his paws as he just looked down to me for a while, my eyes, and my body that was pinned under his, and our hard cocks throbbing side by side, and my shoulder bruised from his mating bites. That very dirty smile of his spread his muzzle as he looked at me, panting softly so that his tongue was lolling out between his teeth, and spit dribbled over my chest.

Playfully, I landed my paws heavily on his rump and gave his ass a good two-sided squeeze while I grinned up to him.

"You better come up with a decision soon or I'm gonna be a bad doggie," I smirked at him and kneaded his ass cheeks under my fingertips, enjoying the feeling of those rock hard muscles of that pair of hips that gave him a massive fucking strength. I still felt it all the way up to my belly button.

Brock grinned and gave my hips a particularly hard shove from his, before he surprised me by rolling off me altogether and getting out of the bed. He just stood there to the side, a hard cock throbbing against his belly and dripping, and he eyed me there as I was, sprawled on the bed with my own hardness making a wet mess against my abs.

"I wanna do something I've always wanted to do to you, Jack," he spoke, using my name again, and I know he uses it only when he wants to especially get to under my skin.

Then he speaks my name in that throaty voice, and gives me that slightly frowning look from those dark eyes, and I can't help but comply with anything that he told me.

"Yeah?" I mumbled, my jaw slack, and my paw was definitely wandering towards my cock to give it some relief.

"I wanna have a shower with you," Brock told me in that same voice, and bared his teeth with his grin.

I climbed out of the abused bed with a small groan of my own as this now standing posture put some strain into my well-bred tail, which was probably gonna be sore for a whole week after this leave was over. I flicked my tail and tried not to think of the potential discomfort to come as I followed Brock and squeezed with him into the small bathroom.

It was your basic unit, tiled walls and floor, and there was a bath tub with a shower overhead, as well as the sink and the toilet seat on the other side. There were a couple of pink towels and a pink, worn-looking bathrobe hanging from hooks on the wall.

I snorted.

"There's no way we're gonna both fit into that tub, Brock," I told him and gave him a look.

The dog just winked at me and looked around the room, his tail wagging sharply behind him. Then he took a couple of steps and picked the bathrobe from its hook.

"And I don't think that robe's gonna fit either of us, too, so, let's do something else, ok?" I spoke, and as if to give my words some emphasis, gave my bobbing cock a squeeze with my paw. The touch made me murr under my breath, and my eyes flopped a bit closed as I just enjoyed.

I was rudely brought away from my masturbatory reverie by Brock's paw catching my wrist and yanking my paw away from my cock. I let my eyes open fully and saw that he was standing in front of me, with the belt of that bathrobe dangling from his arm. His other paw was already going for my arm.

"Oh, man...,"I protested weakly at the thought of being tied up again by the Dobie, but also didn't do anything to actually discourage him from pulling my paws together and tied them down with the fucking pink, fluffy belt of that bathrobe. He wound it around my arms a few times, too, and then secured my thick arms together with a couple of tight knots.

"Gimme a couple of thumbs up make sure you're okay, doggie," the aroused dog grinned at me, and grudgingly I complied, flicking the classic thumbs-up signal with both my paws to show him that he hadn't accidentally applied a tourniquet to my arms.

"That's a good doggie," Brock spoke to me as he closed in on me again, and began to nibble my shoulder while his paws went down me again, one slapping over my rump while the other close on my ball sac and gave my jewels a tug.

I grunted throatily and slapped his arm with my meager tail, and he returned that with another firm tap over my ass cheeks. It stung a little but he wasn't really spanking me or anything, just feeling up my rear all he wanted. Hell, Brock even ran his fingers down between my ass cheeks and over the residual messiness down there. All the while his lips and teeth moved along my shoulder and my neck, and he was holding me around my chest and playing with my nipple that was standing up hard for him, just like my cock that simply wouldn't stop drooling pre down to the tiled floor that could've really used a rug.

"You taste fucking great, doggy...,"Brock spoke, his words muffled by the fact that he spoke them against the fur he was mauling...running his tongue along my collarbone and leaving a wet trail that smelled of him and felt both hot and cool on my skin. The Dobie's cock was pressing against my hip and throbbed there maddeningly. I wanted it closer. I wanted to touch it, but my paws were tied and held down.

"I wanna mark you...,"...the soldier huffed against my neck, his teeth pressing there now as if planning to bite me again, but it was just a brief press, and I turned my head and looked at him, giving him my most pleading puppy eyes look while his paws still made their hot things at my body.

"Just do what you want, Brock," I told him in a rough voice, trying to kiss him, but he moved back, slapping his huge paw over my rump again and making the sound thunder in the confines of the tiny bedroom.

"Get down on the tub," he huffed.

Wordlessly I climbed over into the tub that looked way too small to hold even one of us in it properly, but I managed to squeeze myself into the small white tub and also get down to my knees. I had to prop myself up with my tied down paws on the edge, and there I was, kneeling and looking up to Brock who had that characteristic leer on his face. His paws were resting on his hips and he licked his lips.

"You've no idea how hot you look like down there, wuff," the Dobie murred, his eyes going all over me as he reached with a paw to hold onto his cock.

For a second I thought he was planning to paw it off to get it nice and hard and push that whole thing into my muzzle until I'd gag. He'd done that on the night before plenty enough.

Instead of that, however, there was scowl of concentration on Brock's face, followed by one of the biggest fucking surprises in my life, that being what seemed like a gallon of dog piss being sprayed straight at me.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" I yelled as the hot fluid splashed over my belly and chest and filled the air with a rank stench of piss.

I looked up to Brock and saw that he had a paw around the base of his cock and he was now squeezing down to stop the flow. He was still looking down to me with that same dirty expression, and his ears were flat and his nostrils wide as he inhaled.

I tried to get up from the tub but my balance was off because of my paws being tied down and my knee slipped on a puddle of that damn piss that was now soaking my furs, and I slammed back down on the tub with a loud BANG!

"Hot doggy...," Brock crooned down at me, and I spat at him.

"Fuck you, Brock, this is being too queer!" I snorted to him, trying to get up again, but he was faster than I was, his paws heavy on my shoulders as he glared down to me. It didn't help that his half-hard cock was practically pointing at between my eyes.

"You said I could do anything I wanted, Jack," he spoke in that dangerous voice. "Anything...and I wanted to mark you with my scent, and you said I could do it..."

"This is fucking rank, Brock!" I snorted, taking a deep breath to try and get the smell off from my nose.

I only succeeded in drawing more of it in, though, since droplets were running down my chest and a lot of the wetness had gathered around my pulled-back sheath and its folds. The smell was acrid and strong and hot and mixed with Brock and musk, and it was assaulting my senses strongly. I looked up to him, those glaring eyes and bared teeth, and hard cock and that huge body. My head was swimming with the scent of his discharge, and my tail twitched as I felt blood rush into my cock to make up for the wilting effect of getting fucking pissed on all sudden!

"Your dick doesn't seem to mind, wuff," he grunted, pointing out my persisting arousal.

I shook my head at him.

"Just...don't mess with my head okay?" I told him, feeling heat on my cheeks even as much as I felt my cock throb insistently.

"I'm just giving you all you want and deserve, Jack," he told me, "all you need..."

That sultry, dangerous voice again, and he was touching himself, feeling up those muscles that I craved to touch whenever I wasn't actually doing it. His paws danced over his chest and belly and his thighs. Looking at it made my cock throb painfully and insistently. I knew I wanted it, and everything that Brock would give me. Would let me have.

With a defeated sigh I hung my head, my ears flattening as I stared at his toes rather than his eyes.

"That's it, doggie...good doggie...,"...the crooning edge appeared again, and I saw him come closer again, and his paw went for his cock.

I closed my eyes and braced for what I knew now was to come. Brock was free to do with me as he pleased, and he wanted to mark me, and that he would do to me, and I was a willing recipient of his scent. Still I winched when the next splash hit me, his hot piss landing all over my chest and belly in this display of utter domination. I wasn't but a toy to him, do as he pleased, and I was enjoying it nonetheless. My cock stood like a rock out of a stream that was Brock's piss flowing over my belly and down my thighs and into the tub, matting every patch of fur with his musky essence. The smell was still fucking strong and I could hardly breathe for it, but I was determined to do this for Brock's pleasure...our pleasure.

I don't know how long it took on, but eventually, it stopped coming, and I blinked carefully to get some stray drops away from my eyes, and looked up to him again, my maw hanging open for I was panting.

"Get up and turn around,"Brock told me, and with shaky paws I complied, doing my best not to slip on the wet tub as I stood up. That sent rivulets of warm fluid all the way down my inner things, and I gasped and murred as I felt the streams snake their way down.

The Dobie was on the move again, standing behind me as he guided me, making me spread my thighs so that I was standing with better leverage, and then he helped me to raise my paws above my head, and hooked the bathrobe belt around the showerhead so that I was effectively now tied down to the damn thing. I turned to look at him, my eyes watery and wide and pleading for him.

"All...mine...,"...Brock huffed near my ear before he stepped back, and then he was at it again, and I can't believe he still could, but sure he did.

The private was pissing on my back now, some spraying all the way up to my neck as he painted my brown furs into a new shade. Again I felt streams of it run down my back and over my thighs, and then I bit my lip and grunted as he had aimed his flow to hit exactly at my tailbase so that the hot liquid was actually hitting my pucker. It only contributed to the great mess down there, and made my furs even more smelly than they were before, but I was beyond caring. I couldn't do anything but let the dominant solider mark me, breathing in his scent and simply taking what he was doing to me, and taking it like the big goddamn soldier I was.

He finished eventually, thankfully, I guess, and he did it with a loud growl of satisfaction, before I felt his cock slapped against my ass, and his paws coming around my chest as Brock took a proper hold of me. He nuzzled my neck and bit it hotly, even nipping at my ear.

"You're one hot fuck," he mumbled as if he was speaking from somewhere far away, and he grinded his hips messily against my wet ass, making really lewd sounds in progress while he humped me.

Now, I'm not quite sure how he did it, but Brock did somehow manage to squeeze himself up to the bathtub with me, and there we stood, both horndogs with huge cocks ready for action, smelly piss dripping off from both of our bodies. Perhaps our fit was for the fact that he was holding so close to me so that there was barely room to move, but it only made things hotter.

Brock bit down on my neck, using that knee-weakening amount of pressure that had me almost hanging on from the pipe of that showerhead, and I was afraid I was gonna pull it down, and told him so, but he just laughed and kept dry-humping me all to his pleasure. His paws stroked all over my chest and belly and felt me up, and he growled and told me I was hotter than ever, and my ears heated up, and I moaned, and pressed myself back to him strongly.

Brock just laughed deeply and played with my balls, making me grunt.

"I still want this to be perfect...,"...he whispered, low in his throat..."...like I imagined..."

I chuffed as I felt his paw leave my cock, but I was shaken out of it by the fact that he had reached for the taps, and now water was pouring down on us, cold as shit at first, but it heated up quickly, and now we were bathed in the hot stream of water coming down from the showerhead. Most of it landed on me but Brock got his share, but he didn't seem to mind since he was back to his favorite activity, humping his cock between my ass cheeks. He slid up and down freely back there, even as the water cascaded over us and washed away his earlier deposits from my furs, and of course I understood that the fucking gun oil he had used to grease me up was waterproof.

I kept bucking back to his thrusts, panting now as I held my head down and let the water wash over us both, enjoying its warmth as much as all the teasing that Brock was doing on my body. His paws went everywhere he could reach and he groped me there, right there in the shower, that in his mind must've turned into the shower back at the barracks, where a whole row of naked guys would've been able to watch our secret act.

Caring for anything anymore but pleasure, I growled to Brock that I wanted him to do me, and do it quickly. The Dobie certainly didn't waste any time, because immediately I felt fingerpads prodding between my rump cheeks and then over my hot tailhole. He wasn't being gentle at all, and their pressure was insistent as he prodded me and made me growl deep in my throat. The noise of the water running over us obscured any words he might've said to me then, but they weren't needed at the moment as I felt his big, massive dog cock press between my ass cheeks. He gave me a couple of slippery humps before his fingers gave my tailhole one more rub before I felt his cock down where it belonged, lodged against my ass.

Brock squeezed my cock in his paw and distracted me sufficiently to let his cock push past my constricting muscle and allow his dogmeat to pass into its new favorite home, Dobie butt. I huffed for both feelings and felt my tailhole clamp down on his cock as it made its way into the tunnel that still held remains of our earlier sessions deep within, and it was smooth going all the way until his hips slapped against mine for the first time. Wet fur met wet fur, and our ball sacs almost slurped as they made horny contact.

Brock held nothing back this time, instead opting to simply rut me as hard as he could right there in the shower. Our bodies ground slickly together while we fucked, Brock setting a rough rhythm of pumping his canine cock in and out of my willing tail pucker. He filled me out fully and again it felt like he might be hitting my liver or something like that in there judging by those jolts of pleasure going through my body. My balls tingled and I was humping back at him as well as I could considering our tight quarters, but there was just enough for Brock to ram into me repeatedly until we were both a pair of ravenously growling, panting animals.

He kept that dogbone almost fully in me all the time, only thrusting a few inches in and out of my squishy innards and kept me constantly full and stretched to the max. Even that wasn't enough for us, though, since there was still the matter of his knot. Its presence lodged right under my tail was a fact, and that fleshy addition to his cock was prodding me with each of his breakneck fast thrusts. He hadn't gone yet for the especially hard and firm thrusts that were required to tie us together, but still, the feeling of that hot lump banging on my backdoor with each slap of his hips against mine was almost too much.

On of Brock's paws had wrapped around my cock and he was now stroking me slowly in rhythm to his fucking, and I felt my balls boiling with the intensity of the feeling coming from both sides of me. I'm sure he was feeling the same, too, since very soon I felt Brock's teeth against my neck, and that was followed by the familiar and insistent pressure of his hips that seemed to be going on and on until finally my internal muscles simply gave up and he slipped into the hot, fleshy glove of my ass.

I bit my jaws together to keep the howl down and instead it came out as a very loud moan, and Brock simply snorted and huffed and held onto my body as he started to cum, driving his cock all the way in until he simply could not jam any more inches of dogbone into my tail. My tail tunnel quivered and milked on his member as his cum flowed from his balls into my receiving ass, and the heat of being bred by this dog combined with him pawing me off ruthlessly tripped me over the edge too, and my cum splashed at the shower wall and began to drip down as a series of runny droplets.

I was left there standing with a huge Dobie soldier knotted into my overstuffed and cum-leaking ass, my own held in the grip of that very same raunchy private who had lured me into this fateful bathroom and made me once more his bitch. Hot or at least lukewarm water still ran over us, and all I could hear besides the flow the water was my Brock's content growling as he nuzzled my neck and told me that I felt better than anything he knew. I let myself by content simply with the fact that I was being held, and relaxed myself against his chest as well as I could in this awkward posture, my knees pressed against the wall and my paws still tied up to the showerhead pipe.

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We only made it to the town bus stop about five minutes before the military transport was supposed to arrive. Already in that short time Brock managed to convince privates Arnett and Tecker that he and I had scored some of the tightest and steamiest pussy available in town by chatting up a couple of hot girls down at the petrol station. Apparently these two nymphomaniacs had kept as busy throughout the weekend.

Apparently that was also enough to warrant lots of backslapping and wolf whistles from our comrades in arms, and Brock, being Brock Shitface Stahlman as he was, reveled in their attention and took them with glee while giving me a leering glance from amidst his admirers. I did get a couple of dirty looks and grins from the bear private Shippy, who seemed to think that I deserved some pussy catcher's admiration as well.

I gave him a small smile back but we all were thankfully distracted by the arrival of the military bus that made a screeching stop as its brakes wailed. Being the good soldiers that we were we lined up and climbed into the bus one at a time. I managed to get in somewhere around the middle and as I found a favorable seat and squeezed over, my eyes flicked down to the beat-up bench that was known to be harder than it was for Brock Stahlman to do calculus.

I cursed under my breath and as I settled down onto my tender rump and for the first and only time in my life I quietly wished that instead of the nutcracker tightness of my hips I'd have had a big, good and honest lard ass to at least act as a cushion between the seat and my skewered tail bits.

This was gonna be a bumpy ride.

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