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Hello, and welcome all to my newest story!

The misadventures of Rick and Kevin continue, with another fetishy installment for everyone's enjoyment! I had fun writing it, so I would gladly hear your comments on everything it made you think, and whether I should bother writing any more of these kind of stories.

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*

"So, what do you think about what he has in mind for us this time, Kev?"

Rick was standing in front of a large mirror, sizing himself up and watching how the oil-smeared blue coveralls fit his bulky and hunky fetish fuel Dobie frame. So far he had flexed his arms to see whether their lustrous thickness was apparent even while covered in the coarse cloth, and now, as he spoke up to the younger, smaller standing about nearby, he turned around and peeked at himself over his shoulder to check out his ass and its fit within the bottom of the coveralls. He was pleased to see that the cloth was taut and smooth over his broad rump, showing it off as much as the small stub of a tail that poked out of its reinforced opening on the back. Rick gave it a small flick, and smiled to himself. At least he looked hunky enough.

The slinky younger Dobie snuffled and flicked his tall ears, watching the Dobie making love to his mirror image with mild amusement and tingling in his balls.

"Well, I think it's reasonable enough, as far as one-smuts go," Kevin mused.

Rick pulled on his waistbands and tugged it up to make sure that he had the absolutely best fit on his coveralls, and then zipped up the front, still looking at himself over on the mirror, and smiling a little at the figure he cut, because Rick if anyone knew that he was pure beefy Dobie goodness, all two hundred pounds of him. He was almost turned on by his own image, at least on a subconscious level that made him feel at least a little bit more eager about what might be following.

"It's still quite preposterous and obviously total fetish fuel," Rick harrumphed.

Kevin chuckled.

"Or maybe you're just not too keen on the fact that this time you're the one who's gonna bottom," the Dobie smirked.

Rick snorted.

"I like a good buttfuck every now and then, mind you, Kev, it's not that."

Kevin's cock was already swelling up at the prospect of soon drilling it under the hunky Dobie's tail, but he knew that he shouldn't be all boned up for the beginning of the scene, and adjusted himself through his black pants, to make the bulge slightly less noticeable.

"So what is it then?"

"I'd still rather play a role in a plot and character-driven piece and not in a stupid spankbank quickie he probably came up with because he's horny."

Kevin tipped his head to the side, watching the tightly encased Dobie rump now displayed in the coveralls bottoms, while Rick kept staring at himself at the mirror, trying out a couple of faces, smirks and grins.

"Maybe we're too two-dimensional characters to warrant such a treatment," Kevin suggested.

Rick's goofy grin became a grimace.

"I don't look so two-dimensional to me," he flexed his bulky arms to show how they filled out in all three dimensions alright.

Kevin chuckled.

"We don't have back story to us, though."

"Sure we do," Rick snorted. "We're the two guys who break the fourth wall and talk as if we were real, even through we're not, but we're simply Gruffy playing a trick at his audience through us."

"It's a pretty awesome trick," Kevin smiled, "I like being a trick."

Rick the trick licked his lips and studied the reflection to see whether it was an erotic gesture or not, coming from a tall, thickly muscled, horny-eyed Dobie such as he was.

"You just like the fact that he makes us fuck," Rick snorted.

"It's knot a problem," Kevin leered.

Rick grunted and rubbed his forehead, as if trying to force away a headache.

"That's so poor of him," Rick growled.

"Huh?" Kevin chuckled.

"That joke," Rick snuffled. "It's based on the fact that the K in knot is silent, and that knot is a homophone of not, so, when someone reads it, they will see the typographical joke, and laugh, unlike if this was real dialogue spoken between two real people, where the point would be missed completely."

Kevin's ears flicked up and down rapidly as he listened to the tirade coming from Rick's muzzle.

"Big words because of a simple verbal pun," Kevin chuckled. "And you miss the point, it was just supposed to make me sound like a horny bastard who likes nothing better than having your big knot stuffed up my tight little wrinkled tailhole."

Rick scratched his belly.

"But I do know that you're a horny little fuck who likes when I shove my orange-sized swollen knot into your juicy stretched manpussy."

Kevin made a face.

"He never calls the anus a manpussy, it's terribly bad taste. I prefer tailhole."

Rick snuffled.

"Tailhole, anus, manhole, butthole, shithole, sloppyhole, wrinklehole, asspucker, cockhole, rumphole, portal, orifice, mancunt, boypussy, manpussy..." the Dobie listed off his slippery tongue.

Kevin felt his very own tailhole clench down on itself upon hearing the rude tirade, and he couldn't help but feel just a little aroused by the dirty talk.

"He likes synonyms, but you did get a few he doesn't really use," Kevin mused.

"Well I'm gonna go on strike if your throbbing spear is going to sink into my hairy manpussy."

Kevin's eyes widened.

"But you can't go on strike, you're his character."

Rick turned around to face the fellow Dobie, and folded his arms over his chest.

"I can still have a say on just how our homosexual anal congress is depicted on paper for the fapping pleasure of all SoFurry readers," Rick mused, his head held up proudly.

Kevin frowned.

"So are you criticizing his porn vocabulary?" the Dobie asked.

Rick chuckled and winked.

"Maybe I wanted to see how he'd react to me thinking outside the box."

"What box?"

"The Big Box of Gruffy Porn Writing Vocabulary," Rick recited in reply. "The one that doesn't employ manpussy or mancunt."

Kevin shook his head.

"I'm not sure whether many people get turned on by reading those words in a smut story, even if it's a bit raunchy," Kevin suggested.

Rick snorted.

"Don't let me get started on raunchy," Rick growled.

"We haven't done anything raunchy...not really," Kevin spoke after going through the motions of recalling their previous one-smuts together. "Maybe a bit of roleplay, but..."

"It's only a matter of time before one of us is wearing panties or getting an assful of hot piss," Rick's gloomy face was as displeased as his voice.

Kevin chuckled.

"Well, he knows that extreme kinks are hardly anything to really increase his popularity," the Dobie said. "And it'd probably make his regular readers feel a bit uncomfortable, because they would want to like the story, but get turned off by the kinky content and then feel weird."

Rick scoffed.

"Well as long as he knows that if there's gonna be any watersports here, I'm going to piss on HIM and not on you."

Kevin bared his teeth.

"Who ever said anything about you getting to piss on me?"

Rick shook his big head.

"Nobody is pissing anywhere," he said, determined. "I don't do pervy stuff, I only do good old regular vanilla gay furry sex and that's it!"

Kevin chuckled.

"I really have lost the point of this conversation ages ago, Rick," Kevin shook his head. "I thought we were just going to be talking about how we feel about the upcoming smut scene."

Rick grunted.

"HA!" the Dobie waved his fisted paw in the air, victorious. "That's exactly what I was getting at ! He's lost the plot."

Kevin shrugged.

"There's not supposed to be much plot in a one-smut written for wankers."

"We're the plot," Rick grunted. "And don't say wanker, you know he only writes in American English."

Kevin pouted.

"Masturbation enthusiasts?"

"That's not very savvy of him."

"It's not really, no," Kevin chuckled, smiling broadly.

"But my point stands," Rick grunted again. "He's writing so many of these one-smuts that nobody really bothers with them anymore. He's getting stale and has to resort to gimmicks like this to try and catch more comments and views to fuel his oversized writer's ego."

"Why do you have to be so harsh of him? We wouldn't be here without him."

"He could put his creative energy into something useful, like writing more BOBB or a Hockey Hunk chapter every day instead of working on popular fap material so that he can stay on the front page."

Kevin's ears flopped down.

"But we're not in either of those stories! He'd forget us! This is the only reason we are special, because we do this thing we do!"

"Well the joke is getting a bit old on me," Rick grunted, his face rough. "It's gonna be like what happened with theDobieDude, the joke starts to get lame and people can't be bothered with it anymore."

"Well at least he's only making fun of himself here, probably nobody's going to get angry because of that," Kevin smirked. "I kinda like it."

Rick snorted.

"You do know that most people are going to see the tags Anal, Doberman, Domination/Submission, Musk, Muscles, Deep Penetration, Ass and Rough and get their cocks out and get fapping while wanting to read about two hot Dobermans fucking each other's brains out."

"Maybe that's why we're so dumb," Kevin snickered, ears flicking cheerfully.

"I ain't dumb!" Rick bellowed.

Kevin tugged on the lapels of his smart black jacket and adjusted his tie.

"At least I get to look not dumb for this scene," the Dobie smiled.

Rick bared his teeth.

"And I get to play the dumb wrench-wielding Dobie."

"Who's gonna get his ass cranked by me!" Kevin whooped.

Rick's ears fell down.

"This is really a poor excuse of a story," the Dobie sighed and hung his head.

Kevin walked over to the brooding Dobie and propped his head up with his paw, so that they were eye to eye, with Rick looking down at the smirking business-suited male.

"Well, just think about the fact that we're gonna be popular because we're hot Dobies getting it on, and besides, we've got that coffee coming up, don't we?" Kevin rubbed Rick's throat, slowly.

Rick rumbled and closed his eyes for a moment, before he opened them, and smiled a little.

"Alright," Rick grunted. "I'll do this, but then we're going to get that coffee, and I'm gonna tap this."

Rick's big paw landed on Kevin's rump and gave it a squeeze. Kevin grinned.

"Well...well...welll...," he gave Rick's neck an extra stroke and leered a little. "That depends whether we do a good job here and the readers want a sequel about us doing the dirty off-duty from our job as Gruffy's Dobie hunks..."

"Yep," Rick snuffled. "That's how it always is."

Kevin gave the bigger Dobie's rump a smack with his paw.

"Come on, big boy, let's get the show going, and make it good."

"Alright!"

*

Kevin leaned against the hood of the old blue car and looked decisively out of place in this room devoted to manual labor, surrounded with spare parts, piles of tires, compressed air tools hanging off their tubes from the ceiling, and the general stench of engine oil, lubricating the air with its telltale scent. He wore a smart black suit, jacket, pants, a striped tie and leather shoes that had been shined so that you could use them as mirrors in a pinch. The Dobie tapped his wristwatch and checked the time once again, and gave a bored grunt.

"Come on..."

A door creaked open at the back wall, and a large, tall, muscular Dobie entered the garage, clad in blue coveralls that had a multitude of oil smears over them. He filled the doorway with his bulk, and for a moment Kevin wondered whether he would have to start coming through sideways, should his muscles grow any bigger. The Dobie snuffled at his silly idea, waiting while the big hunk of a mechanic walked over, clutching something white in his giant paw. A cloud of musk followed the big canine around, partially overcoming the lingering oiliness that felt heavy enough that Kevin wondered whether he would reek of machine shop even after leaving the place.

Rick strutted over, muscles bulking all over his tall form, before he stopped right in front of Kevin, and then opened his paw, to reveal a white slip of paper in it, the one Kevin had noticed earlier.

"Here's the bill, I think your car should now be running as smoothly as ever once I changed that oil filter, two spark plugs and filled up the cooler. I think someone's been neglecting regular maintenance on this car, though, sir."

Kevin grabbed the flimsy piece of paper from the bigger Dobie's paw and looked it over, his eyes widening by the time he got to the end.

"Three hundred and forty bucks and forty-five cents!" Kevin's ears flattened at the same pace as his muzzle opened.

The big hunk stood there in a relaxed pose, arms folded over his chest as he stared the smaller Dobie down.

"American labor's not cheap, and so aren't the spare parts...sir," he put extra emphasis on the last word, and did not sound like he was specially honoring the incredulous Dobie.

"Three hundred and forty bucks for forty-five minutes of work is still pretty steep," Kevin grunted, rubbing the side of his muzzle.

Rick let his tongue loll out of his muzzle briefly as he gave the Dobie a leering look.

"Could you have done it yourself, then?" he smirked.

Kevin's ears flopped down.

"Thought so," Rick grinned.

Kevin gave the offending bill another quick look, and then looked up at the Dobie again.

"Well, can I at least pay this in two parts? Maybe a hundred and fifty now and the rest next month?"

Rick seemed to take a great pleasure in shaking his head and rumbling.

"We can only offer that for regular customers, and you're a first timer, so, nope."

Kevin bared his teeth and chuffed.

"Shit."

Rick snuffled.

"So you better cough up, or we maybe in trouble."

Kevin snorted.

"I only have two hundred bucks in my wallet, that's as much as I thought it was going to cost," the Dobie mused, knowing all too well. "And I've got a ton of bills to pay by the end of the month..."

Rick made an ugly face.

"You look pretty well off to me, mister," the Dobie grunted.

Kevin's ears remained flat.

"I get my share out of the sales and business has been slow, I'm barely breaking even!"

"That's not my problem, mister," Rick snuffled. "But the fact that you owe this business three hundred and forty dollars and forty-nine cents might become a problem, if you're not able to pay!"

"I am!" Kevin exclaimed. "But it's a surprisingly large sum all so sudden..."

Rick's face grew darker as he stepped closer to the smaller Dobie, putting all of his huge, musky bulk on display , and bulging out his arms by squeezing his paws into fists.

"Look, mister, I work my ass off in this place, and if a punk like you tries to slip away from paying what they must, I'm gonna get very, very, VERY angry at you, got that?" spit dribbled from his muzzle as he leaned down, inches away from the flat-eared Dobie's nose.

The slim Dobie shuddered at the sudden proximity, and stepped back a little, colliding with the hood of his car with a little bang. Rick wouldn't budge. Rick remained close, and Kevin could see how his nostrils flared, breathing in the smartly dressed canine's scared scent. Rick grumbled.

"Can't we...negotiate on some sort of a payment plan...please?" Kevin's paws fumbled support from the hood behind him, as he leaned back a little, while Rick seemed to be looming even closer to his unruly customer.

The big Dobie huffed hotly against Kevin's face, making his furs bristle at the sudden sensation, and he gasped, his muzzle falling open as he felt the massive doggie's knee touch his own, pinning him effectively down between his own bulk and Kevin's car. Kevin's heart raced, he felt sweaty, scared by the big male looming down on him, keeping him securely jammed in place. Rick licked his leering lips.

"You saying please?" Rick grunted, even hotter than before, growling deeply. "You asking me for something, little pup?"

The heat over his face seemed to spread downwards, and to Kevin's horror, he was starting to feel aroused, despite the scary situation...or maybe simply because such a big, sweaty, oily-pawed, rank-smelling Dobie was getting so close to the neat office dog, dominating him with his thick scent.

"Uhhh..." Kevin gasped.

One huge paw found its way between their bodies and jammed itself over Kevin's groin, grapping gropingly onto his swollen crotch, making him moan with surprise, while Rick growled and smirked, and applied a squeeze over the hardening cock belonging to his customer.

"Is that a yes, pup?" Rick licked his lips again.

Kevin's maw fell open, and a sound escaped, and little else. Rick squeezed and fondled over the swollen sheath he could feel under his paw.

"You aren't a puppy down here though...nice...," Rick chuckled.

"Uhhmmm..." Kevin panted, his ears flicking rapidly as the sensations grew and he swell up to full hardness inside his pants.

"And...," Rick's fingers slipped lower, to feel around the base where he felt a growing knot, and squeezed over the bulb of flesh as well, bringing out another groan.

"Ohhh yes...I think this might just be worth one hundred and forty bucks...," another squeeze and another moan pierced the air. "And forty-nine cents..."

"What...?" Kevin stammered.

"Haven't had a nice, thick cock under my tail since my boyfriend dumped me, thick this might be big enough to fill my tight little Dobie hole?" Rick kept on steady pressure on the doggie tool in his paw, teasingly stroking up and down its length and grabbing it through the smooth fabric.

Kevin took a breathless breath, while his cock twitched in the huge Dobie's grip.

"Ohh yes...a big guy like me doesn't let just anyone put their pricks inside his hole...it's a very tight...hairy...brown...sweaty...rank...and hasn't been fucked in three months...so there's an itch, little mister...you wanna scratch off one hundred and forty bucks?"

Kevin shook his head up and down, rapidly. Rick smirked and licked over the Dobie's nosepad, making him snuffle loudly, and then stepped back.

"Get it out, and be sharp with it, someone's coming to get their brakes done in twenty minutes!" the big Dobie grunted.

Kevin whined really like a pup when he began to unbuckle his belt with shaking paws. Rick sneered at him and simply unzipped his coveralls and pulled them down all the way to his knees, to reveal a sweaty sleeveless T-shirt and white boxers clinging to a huge, swollen cock. Rick gave himself a brief squeeze before he pulled them down as well, to let that big doggie bone pop out and slap against his belly, making the big Dobie grunt. Kevin's tongue lolled out of his tongue at the sight, and he almost missed a beat, and had to remind himself that he was supposed to be getting naked, too!

Rick folded his paws behind his neck and pushed his arms off to the sides to flex his arms and show off the muscle definition in his torso, simply to rile off the business Dobie some more, briefly, while he fumbled with his boxers.

"See these babies?" Rick grinned, flexing his pecs so that the shirt front danced along with the movement. "Just imagine that my tailhole is as well-trained as these muscles I'm packing here...trained to milk out little cocks like yours...well...not so little..."

Kevin had finally managed to get his boxers down to reveal a more modest erection, compared to the huge Dobie's thick member, but it was hard, red, and poking up in a sharp angle, ready to be stuck into a willing hole, such as the one being advertised by the muscle mannequin who now smelled as much of sex as he reeked of engine oil.

Rick enjoyed the ogling eyes upon himself as he shuffle-walked past the smaller Dobie, over to the front of the car, and bent himself over the hood, slamming his paws down with almost enough force to make dents on the painted steel. Rick flicked an ear at him, and winked.

"Come on, the chance of a lifetime, and it's not your wallet that gets drained, pup," he grinned, and wriggled his ass a little for the best effect.

Kevin drooled over his chin as he made his own way over and planted himself behind the bent-over Dobie, pure muscle on display on his huge bulky body, poised there for Kevin's viewing pleasure, and acting as an object of suddenly risen lust as well. The sweaty t-shirt highlighted every rippling slab of meat on the Dobie's back, rolling down over to the expanse of rock solid hips. His thighs were massive, but still lost in thickness to the jutting piece of doggie rump pushed out at a perfect angle for viewing, slapping, groping and prodding. Kevin moaned as soon as he got his eyes on that perfect ass, so mournfully hidden in those coveralls, but now thankfully on display, promising a lot. Kevin's cock pulsed rapidly, slobbering pre over the dirty concrete floor, all the while his eyes feasted on the prime quality canine buffet. The rolling hills of ass parted at the middle in the valley of the Dobie's taint, complete with hefty balls and a hairy crevice running all the way up to the base of that stub of a tail. The core of his muskiness was located there and in the plain view now, a spot of light skin amidst a furrow of black, curly hair. The Dobie's cock gave a sympathetic twitch and drooled more runny fluid out of its slit.

Rick curled his back and pushed his head up.

"Come on, business pup, that's a real man ass for you, and you gotta give your money's worth for me or the deal's off," the Dobie growled, his own cock hovering in the air above the hood of the car.

Kevin spat on his paw and rubbed the saliva over his straining dick, hissing at the sensation for a brief moment ,before he stepped forward and pushed his knees between the Dobie's spread thighs and propped himself into place. Kevin hissed when he jammed his thick tip between those broad buttcheeks and lodged himself in place, running the gauntlet of the musky, sweaty taint before he pushed the blunt head of his canine boner against Rick's clenching pucker. The big Dobie rumbled.

"Yeah...get a kiss from asslips for your puppy cock, you'll be getting a good hot ride if you know what to do with it...get that dick in there and show what you've got..."

Kevin bit down his teeth and gave a jab with his hips, seeking penetration into the tight tunnel beyond the squeezing portal his cock was nudged against and drooling pre over with. Rick's rump cheeks hugged down on his shaft, caressing him as much as the pliant flesh he was pushing onto, trying to brake his way into the unplundered depths of the Dobie's tight, exposed ass. Rick rolled his hips and forced the cock even more firmly against his hole.

"Come on...remember, twenty minutes...twenty minutes and a hundred and forty bucks...come on...I need a cock in me now...come on...give the big Dobie what he needs and fill him up with your doggie bone...bury it deep..."

Kevin's cheeks and ears became inflamed with the dirty talk as he whimpered and pushed forward, roughly, forcing himself onto the Dobie's tight flesh, no matter that there was only little lube, and for the fact that Rick had not been exaggerating when he was telling just how tight he was. The hot little tailhole squeezed down on hard from the first moment his tip pushed past its clenching ring and wormed its way into the hot, dry rectum within. Rick growled deeply, and Kevin could see how his back rippled as his body adjusted to getting something jammed roughly under his tail. Hearing the big Dobie grunt as he got his ass spread open made Kevin feel even hotter, and he gripped tightly onto Rick's sides and pushed his forward again, driving more of himself into the barely slickened heat provided by the interior of the Dobie's immense and legendary ass. It fit around him like a hot sleeve, sucking down on him when he drew his hips back a little before pushing in once more, trying to get more of himself inside the willingly submitting power bottom.

"Ohh yeah...pup's got a cock on him that's gonna make my rump nice and full..come on...put it all the way in..let me feel your knot against my tight little butthole...prove me that it's a big doggie cock going in there..."

Kevin grimaced and grunted, snorting as he kept forcing himself in and out of the Dobie's unprepared hole, sawing his way through the clenching ring-pucker and into the slowly pre-slickened tunnel beyond. His next thrust caused his balls to smack against Rick's, making him grunt, and the next one pushed the bulb of flesh at the base of his cock over to the bigger Dobie's taint.

"There we go..ahh fuck...hot and solid...come on...let me feel it pounding on my back door..." Rick panted.

Kevin began to pump into the garage hound's ass with quick, hard thrusts, rutting his stick into the tight, spread opening with all of the pent-up energy an office doggie could have after spending so much time subduing his natural masculine instincts. Ramming his cock into a big male's ass and dominating them with a thick prick drilling into their guts was true power over someone, and Kevin felt that power. He got an instant high from it, the musk, the hot feeling, the sound of his knot slapping against Rick's taint, and the slurping of his cock has he shafted into the tight hole he was penetrating for money, to save that plasma TV he had wanted to buy for so long, and which he couldn't have afforded if he'd had to cough up that one hundred and fifty this simple fuck was paying him off. It was a lot of money, Kevin thought as he drilled into the throbbing heat, making his silky ball sac sway back and forth, their hips smacking together and causing Rick's jumping dick to batten against the hood of the car loudly, but then again, the dog was probably really pent up, too.

"Ahh..yes..." Rick grit his teeth together as he took it up the ass exactly as hard and fast as he wanted, no matter that he knew that he was going to end up feeling achy and probably needing an ice pack to rub over his sore rump cheeks and hole.

"Make that hole remember that you visited there, keep that cock in there...yeah...make it hot...yeah...it itches so good...fuck yeah..."

Kevin hammered against the propped butt with all of his muscles, bulging in all the right places as he worked himself up to a true breeding, buttfucking the power bottom Dobie with as much strength as he could muster. Sweat rolled over his forehead and made his shirt sticky, but he didn't care, it was going to make the Dobie's scent get stuck over to his damp clothes and his skin, and he didn't really mind such a memento, it'd be as much fun as his happily drained balls and his rescued plasma TV, and the car was fixed, too! Kevin snorted and huffed and kept working himself hard and fast, cranking his gear in the shaft formed by the thickly robbing doggiehole and the quivering tunnel beyond.

"Fuck...fuck yeah...breed your assbitch...yeah...you like a muscle bitch...he ain't your bitch, he just wants cock...he needs a big cock...yours isn't big, but it's gonna help the itch...remember that he's really so pent up that he takes any cock he can get under his tail...ahh...yeah...keep doing that..keep pounding into that prostate...yeah..."

Rick's cock was oozing a steady dribble of pre over the car hood as he got milked from within every time the blunt cocktip bludgeoned against his prostate. The bouncing cock spilled its drizzle all over the hood, making little drops fall here and there. The sturdy Dobie kept grunting and snorting throughout the hard ass-ramming, and kept his hips steady, simply taking it as hard as it was given, and not moving an inch to either side.

Kevin's balls itched and heated up as he kept pounding his churning dick into the hot tunnel of the canine's musclebutt, their bodies slapping together with ever-increasing intensity while he panted and worked himself harder and harder towards the fast-approaching orgasm. His knot was fully engorged and ground against Rick's tailhole on every thrusts, poking and prodding the stretched muscle with its hot presence on each and every horny slam Kevin's cock made into Rick's ass. Kevin knew that he wanted to tie his ass bitch and fill him up with hot doggie juice. Rick seemed to be having the same thought, as well.

"Yeah...yeah...want that hot asshole swallow your knot? Want to put it there? Oh yes...push it into that hole...screw it in...slam that fucking dick into my ass...yeah...like that...keep it going...fuck...shit..."

Kevin's claws squeezed against Rick's hips as he began to slam-fuck the steely hard Dobie ass, really bruising his thighs as he ground them to the bigger Dobie's, his knot attacking the stretched hole with maximum effort.

"OHH FUCK!"Rick bellowed and barked out as he hot cock finally bottomed out in him, his aching hole spread open and took the knot in like a pro, before closing down over the very base of Kevin's cock, swallowing him whole.

Kevin didn't miss a beat but continued to fuck as hard as he could, driving his one remaining mobile inch back and forth and slamming his knot both against Rick's throbbing prostate and the twitching, fierce hole at a breakneck pace that made their teeth clatter.

"Aowww fuck...fuck...fuck...needed that knot...fuuuuuuck ahhhh...slam it...ahh...fill it...put your milk in there pup...ahhh...fuck...gonna...ahh...!!"

Rick's bobbing cock began to shoot huge streamers of thick cum all over the hood of the car, while his whole body flexed and tensed, the pressure gathering in the core of him, his back passage that now bore down on the canine cock still pistoning into him rapidly, forcing its way into his body. The sudden increase in tightness around his cock was more than enough to set Kevin off as well. The business dog barked and grunted when he felt his cock twitch and explode with pleasure, buried deep inside the Dobie's submissive ass. His tail wagged, short or not, when he began to pump an immense load into the Dobie's stretched colon, shooting hot creamy doggie spunk directly into Rick's guts, all the while the big Dobie's garden hose of a dick jumped and smeared more of his runny, musky fluids over the now debauched car. Their sweaty, steamy bodies pressed together as they hung on the moment, still caught in the pleasure of their mutual orgasms.

Rick's jaws had fallen slack, and he was panting and slobbering with his tongue hanging out of his muzzle, by the time his cock stopped pulsing and simply jutted off his groin, proud, red and imposing still, dwarfing the one inside his ass, surely, even if the knot still felt like a fist in his cum-flooded pucker.

"Ahhh...shit..." Kevin growled behind him.

Rick squeezed down on him with his internal muscles and brought up a groan.

"You have to pull it out immediately, pup, there's no time to wait for it to go down..," the Dobie growled roughly, "just yank it out...now!"

Kevin, blurry from the rut, could only huff a "okay," brace himself against the Dobie's battered ass, and then yank his hips backwards. He felt the muscle ring push against the base of his knot, the contact growing firm for a few seconds, and he hissed as much as Rick growled, when their flesh smacked together, and sudden he popped free, and staggered backwards.

"FUCK!"

Kevin almost lost his balance, but managed to lean forward and save himself from falling down on his ass. In front of his eyes, the floodgates to Rick's ass were open, and he could see a stream of cum flow out of the gaping, oozing hole that was trying to close itself up after being rammed so hard.

"Fucking shit..." Rick huffed under his breath.

Kevin panted and stared at the sight of the newly fucked ass, the one he had pumped full of cum that now painted itself over Rick's big balls.

"Yeah..."

Rick growled deeply as he felt his muscles purse themselves down and squeeze his tailhole shut once more, sending twinges of the telltale assfuck ache through his system...a fact that made the slowly growing smile on his face become even broader.

"Shit, fuck!"

Kevin simply stood there, his cock pulsing in front of him, dripping with residue cum.

Rick slapped his butt with his paw and grinned and cursed.

"Oh fucking hundred and forty bucks...fuck..."

"Glad we could come into an agreement," Kevin huffed.

Rick licked his lips.

"Well you still owe me those two hundred dollars and forty-nine cents, mister, so cough up!" the Dobie smirked.

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