Klaus: Meeting Deeker
I wrote this story for my good buddy, Klaus Doberman. He's a great artist, and one sexy guy. If you can find his art, enjoy it! So, on to the story.
Oh, yeah. All the warninga about M/M sex apply here, so don't complain about cocks and spooge when your delicate tastes are offfended. You have been warned!
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Klaus: Meeting Deeker
By Felix_A
Deeker had been lost for almost two days now, and he feeling so hungry now! He had practically given up on finding his Master again, and his crying had gotten him no-where. He idled himself along the alley near where he had lived with his Master, whining softly, feeling pity for himself. He stumbled down the alley a bit further, his tail tucked low. As he drew near the end of the alley he suddenly bumped into something huge, hot and furry. With a small yelp, he stumbled backwards, onto his haunches.
Deeker looked up at what he had run into, his eyes glancing over a massive Doberman. He was huge and sleek, his glossy black and brown fur glimmering in the late morning light, clipped ears perked and directed at the simpering housepet. His flanks bowed in and out as he breathed, leaning his head down to peer at Deeker. In the rear his bobbed tail wagged a bit, and below that something Deeker hadn't seen before. This strange street-dog wasn't fixed! Unlike Deeker, this dobie had a full, low-hanging nutsack that seemed ready to burst from the size of the virile nuts contained within. The powerful hormones they made produced marvelous effects. The dobie's sheath was full and swollen, unlike Deeker's shrunken one.
"I am Klaus." The huge dobie stated the fact with a cold, commanding tone, looking over the dog. Deeker was pathetic, really, in comparison. He was smaller, and not nearly as purely bred. He was a lab/terrier cross, smaller than Klaus and so much lighter. With a body more like a terrier and a coat like a lab, he was pretty. In an androgynous kind of way. The little house-dog cowered before Klaus' dominating stance as the huge dog leaned down to give him a sniff, Deeker too scared to even sniff back.
After chuffing about in the terrified dog's fur for a moment, Klaus withdrew his nose. "You are from a house, aren't you?" Without waiting for an answer Klaus swung one of his massive paws, cuffing his muzzle. "Doesn't matter. I know already." Klaus barked at Deeker, a bit angrily. "Well, get up off your tail and come with me, if you don't want to starve to death!" With that, the massive dobie turned away and began to pad off, his massive ballsac swinging as he walked.
Reluctantly, Deeker got up onto his paws and trotted off behind Klaus, trying to catch up. His poor paws, so used to carpet and grass, were not doing so well on the concrete and gravel. He whimpered a little as they went through countless alleys, keeping away from the streets. Eventually they made their way to the back of a building that smelled like meat, a lot of it. Deeker didn't know, but Klaus was fully aware of the butcher's schedule. Right on cue, the back door was opened and a semi-spoiled amount of meat was tossed into the dumpster. Well, mostly in the dumpster. Some missed, splattering into the concrete.
Immediately Klaus snapped forward, and began wolfing down the bloody meat. Timid Deeker was torn for a moment between fear and hunger. Hunger won out though, and soon he was there too, gobbling up some of the meat. Klaus didn't let him eat too much though, snapping at him occasionally to protect his lion's share. Soon the meat was all gone, and Deeker was still hungry enough to lick at the wet concrete. His licking was interrupted, however, by a snap on the neck by Klaus. "Stupid! We can't stay here long!" And off they went again. Through more alleys and backstreets, until Deeker's paws began to bleed a little.
At long last they made it into a small alcove, barely 5 feet deep. One of its walls had crumbled somewhat, forming a slanted roof that sheltered it somewhat from the elements. A stash of ratty salvaged blankets had been tossed in, smelling heavily of Klaus. Speaking of Klaus, the huge dobie ushered the smaller house-dog into the shelter. Deeker stumbled inside; turning around in the somewhat confided space to face the imposing street-dog that blocked the entrance. He whimpered softly, ears tucked against his skull and tail between his legs. Klaus contemptuously snarled down at him, lips curled back a bit. "Stupid house-dog. You can't even talk, can you? Well, you can sleep here tonight, with me."
At that Deeker perked himself up, even letting his tail wag a bit. Klaus grinned a little, moving into the alcove with the smaller, younger dog. He leaned his head down to give the small lab/terrier a nuzzle. "It is good to have company from such a pretty little doggy." Klaus snickers , raising a huge paw and resting it on Deeker's shoulder, pushing down on the weaker dog. "Down, doggy, down," the big dobie teased. The confused former house pet sinks down, laying onto his belly. It was partially because of the insistent paw pressing him down, and the commanding presence of Klaus.
Klaus snickers as the docile little mutt did just as he was told, giving his shoulder a little pat as he laid fully down. "Good boy!" he praises Deeker, his own stubby tail wagging. His loins began to tingle with anticipation as his paw stroked down the smaller doggie's back, feeling his fur. With a push, he rolled Deeker over onto his back, the little terrier cross even helping him! Deeker wriggled some on his back, showing off his soft belly submissively to the big Doberman. Klaus looked down at him, licking his lips hungrily as he studied the other dog's form. His loins began to tingle at the very thought of taking the dog as his own.
"You are a cute puppy...." Klaus said, teasingly, as he moved closer to Deeker. The smaller dog smiled a bit at the nice things, though he spared a glance as the Doberman got closer. In one swift motion, the huge Doberman pinned Deeker under his body-weight, making the house-dog yelp. That yelp was all Klaus needed to force Deeker into a hot-open muzzle kiss. By using his own fangs to lock Deeker's up, Klaus was able to keep the younger dog's muzzle open and vulnerable. In the meantime, he used his paws and larger form to pin Deeker's body against the concrete, trapping him.
Klaus was having such fun raping poor little Deeker's muzzle, lapping his broad tongue deep into his tasty throat. The feeling of the yapper's body squirming under his was almost as much fun as the tongue-wrestling, his own strong oral muscle chasing after Deek's. Wrapping around that slender ribbon of flesh and tugging it into his own muzzle to taste. Yum. Perhaps what Klaus enjoyed most, though, was to drool. There was nothing quite like the look on Deeker's face as Klaus gathered up as much drool as he could and then force it into the smaller dog's muzzle, and make him swallow it. Klaus' stubbed tail wagged madly as his tongue explored every crevice in that yummy little muzzle, so hot and moist.
As he kissed Deeker, Klaus became very aroused. Hard as a stone, one might say. As the kiss progressed, his sheath became fat and swollen at first, and hot. A red tip from the end was the first hint, then more and more thick doggy-cock slid out. As Deeker's squirmings rubbed his soft fur all over it, more thick length was coaxed out. Five inches....seven.....nine.....ten.....twelve! Twelve inches of throbbing hot cock, thick as Deeker's muzzle. Every detail of the mammoth cock was cast in high detail, the defined ridges, the veins...and the knobs. At the base of that studly dog-cock were two knobs, both the size of golf-balls. For now.
Eventually, Klaus became so distracted by the sensations on his cock and tongue that Deeker somehow managed to yank free of the pin. He tried to dart off, managing to get a few feet away from the horny Doberman. It was no use, though. Klaus pounced onto his back in a flash, massive cock bobbing, splattering pre-seed across the ground. He growled, lustily as he bore down on Deeker's back, his forepaws gripping as the smaller dog's thighs, dewclaws digging in. The pet-dog yelped with fear and pain as he was tackled and grabbed, legs giving way, getting pinned once more. Deeker could feel that massive cock slap across his rear, the tip leaking hot pre across his cheek, leaving behind a sticky trail.
Deeker whimpered pathetically as Klaus panted across his ears with hot breath, the big dog's hips beginning to move. His tapered tip, coating in a layer of pre, stabbed and prodded at the poor ex-pet's rear until at last it found his tiny pink whorl. Klaus jabbed at it, panting lustily as Deeker whined softly under him. The Doberman ground and worked his hips until at last he battered his way into the tight pinkness, lubed by his copious pre-cum. As that first thick inch sunk right into him, Deeker let out a long, simpering whine of pain, right on cue with Klaus' pleasure-filled bark. The little mutt was so incredibly tight around the leaking tip of his cock, Klaus was almost overwhelmed with the desire to slam his entire length in all at once. The struggles of Deeker snapped him from it though, and he tightened his grip on the lab's body as he began to press forward again.
Deeker whimpered and whined, the dewclaws digging into his sides as he tried to escape the thick length forcing his virgin anus wide, the heat and pressure unbearable. His wriggling, however, merely shifted his tunnel around the fat girth, teasing Klaus' sensitive tip. The huge Doberman ground against Deeker forcing in each thick inch at a slow, teasing pace. The sensation was incredible for Klaus, easily one of the hottest holes he'd taken in quite some time. The ring itself was so tight he could feel it stretch and pop around each ridge and bulging vein along his length, the pleasure making his balls tingle and his spine alight with fire. For poor Deeker, this had the opposite reaction, causing him to cry and whimper more as he was slowly stuffed.
After what seemed like hours through the respective hazes of pain/pleasure the moment came. Those fat knobs on either side of Klaus' huge cock finally came to rest against Deeker's stretched little hole, unable to slide in as easily as the rest of the shaft. Klaus chuffed and strained, not listening to the pleading cries of Deeker. With a massive, forceful thrust Klaus slammed the knobs into Deeker, forcing his rear to stretch out obscenely. Klaus moaned, awash with pleasure as the silky tight heat of that virgin ass wrapped fully around his shaft, from tip to base.
Deeker could feel himself collapse further onto the concrete as his gut was forced to shift in order to accommodate the massive length. His head swum with the sensation of being so full. For a second, Deeker felt nothing but fullness, then suddenly, pain. He clawed at the concrete, but the blissful Klaus held him tight, not letting him wriggle too much. After what seemed like hours of agony, Deeker began to...adjust...to the stretching in his rear. The sensations of the lower half of his body just phased out, as if in a fog.
Klaus, in the meantime, could feel his balls almost ready to explode from the pressure of all his stored cum, and torturously popped right back out. He raised his slips slowly, savoring the pleasure, until only the tapered tip remained. Then, back inside, the huge Doberman drooling on Deeker's head as he re-sheathed himself in the mutt. Klaus kept the process up, slowly picking up speed and force. In no time at all, he was roughly fucking Deeker proper, like a real bitch. With every thrust his knobs popped in and out, making Klaus' hips spasm with joy.
Deeker took the rough fucking limply, like a rag-doll. The endorphins to block out the pain eventually hazed his mind too, and he felt like he was another dog. He watched, with detachment, as a huge, faded yellow mastiff padded up the alley. It stopped, and looked long at the fucking couple. Deeker could see its fat sheath swell, and in a matter of seconds the strange dog's eight-inch cock was out at dripping at the sight. Klaus took no note of the voyeur as the mastiff began to stroke himself off in time to the thrusts of the Doberman's hips.
Klaus could take it no longer. The fast thrusts, the amazing tightness and heat of Deeker's now-deflowered rear were all too much for his foot-long cock. He slammed forward into the mutt just as his knobs were swelling to their full size, barely managing to pop them in before they swelled up to the size of baseballs, widening Deeker's nether passage. The new size forced that silky tunnel to tighten even further around those sensitive knobs, and Klaus' cock exploded in a torrent of seed. His hot, sticky spunk began to flood Deeker, splashing against his already battered prostate, filling his guts with sticky warmth.
As if synchronized, the mastiff's droopy face twisted into a growl of ecstasy as he, too, came. His fat cock pulsed and shot a stream of cum across the cement, the sticky fluid steaming in the cool evening air. A drop of it splashed up to strike Deeker in the nose, and that sensation was enough to rouse him from his stupor, just in time to feel himself get filled! Klaus continued to hump with short, fast strokes, making the volume of liquid to slosh and press against Deeker's insides in new, strange ways. Those massive knobs pressed against his ring, trapped, causing intense sensation to ripple down Deeker's back and sides. He whimpered, and struggled a bit, but was forced to weather the storm.
At long last, Klaus stopped pumping him full of hot cum, the huge Doberman collapsing onto Deeker's back. They both panted, short of breath after the long ordeal. Then, Klaus began to lick Deeker's ears, still tied with him. "Good girl. Good Deeker. Such a good dog..." Klaus cooed, pressing the ex-pet's buttons. He continued to praise the smaller dog, until he fell asleep, completely worn out. Klaus snickered, and gave his new bitch one last lick before cuddling up to sleep himself.