Dobie Tanning
*Just a little bit something for you guys, hope this pulls the strings on at least some of you guys :P Do tell me what you think! *
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I admired the sight of the Doberman on his belly, paws tied behind his back with some nice leather cuffs, a bit of a leather harness on, a collar with leash, the works, nothing fancy, just a little bit of kink to a rather unkinky evening with my boyfriend...though being the horny fucks we were, that couldn't have been the eventual outcome of the night.
I knelt between his legs, which he kept obediently spread, lying flat on his belly - the position made his ass look even nicer than if he'd been on the classic and by all means appropriate doggy style position. There was just something about it...that curve...that cute stub of a tail...the lush crack...yummm..yummm...yummm...
I fondled his butt cheeks, squeezing on them, rubbing them together and pulling apart, giving each a slap, listening to the buff male make all sorts of throaty noises, leaking out of his muzzle. The scent in the air told me that his cock was doing some of the same, too...trapped between his semi-bound body.
"Who's a good boy?" I said, lowering my voice a little to be extra rough...and sexy, I hoped, as I treated his ass to another slap.
"Uhmph!" the big Doberman let out a sound, not quite a whimper but...close enough. I gave him another spank, just for that.
"Boy likes getting his ass tanned, doesn't he?" I stroked his butt cheeks with my paws, ever so delicately knowing that I'd already given him a few good slaps...the skin was surely smarting, if only a little...and making it extra sensitive to touch, which I saw as soon as my fingertips graced his buns...how the muscles tensed, how the small of his back quivered...that stub flicking, just a little.
I slapped, harder, and he bit his teeth, grunting...not wanting to whimper.
That was sexy.
Slap!
"umph!"
Slap!
"Emph!"
Why bother with gags or muzzles when it was so much sexier that he was working to keep himself quiet, just on his own? That was true bondage, I thought...just his big manly big ass pride keeping him from letting it all out, even if I was giving a good tanning to his ass. I wasn't looking to injure...just to make those cheeks shine under that warm, lovely, silky brown fur...
Slap!
Slap!
Slap!
I was leaking like a tap into my jockstrap...black leather...musky and crusty from being worn...the thick leather had conformed to the shape of my package and clung to me just nice...making sure that I'd be all primed for what was going to happen next. Swatting his ass was only the beginning, after all, and we'd been playing all afternoon...groping, making out...getting the occasional taste or a sniff of an armpit or a crotch...now we were ripe and ready.
"Maybe I should put you over my lap and give you a really good spanking..."I teased while listening to his sexy hisses while I simply stroked his butt again, after a good five minutes of tanning his infamous hide, "you'd like that...wouldn't you..."
"UHmhphp!" he replied, not panning to succumb to whimpering or begging even now...which only made me want to do that even more...really see how it'd turn out, the big Doberman over my knees and with his ass up...giving it all to me...
"Oh yes...though I think my cock can't wait that long to dip into this sweet butt..."I nudged my thumb into his crack without a warning and prodded his pucker, making him gasp quickly.
"Man..." he grumbled.
"Yep..." I slapped his butt with my free paw and gave it a good squeeze once he was done spluttering and I-can't-believe-it's-not-whimpering, "tonight it's going in here...right here..."
I wormed my thumb against his asshole for a few moments longer before I pulled back and made a show of sucking on my thumb, to show him how much I liked his funk, before I leaned over his body, letting him see my own lean Doberman body ripple with muscles while I took a dominant pose above him.
I grabbed his ass cheeks and dove onto his crack before he could voice a complaint...he only let out a deep breath, though...looking over his back, I could see his bound paws curling...clenching...much like that hole against my tongue, now out of my muzzle.
My boyfriend isn't really a bottom....I mean, he doesn't mind it, but he really has to be in the mood, and really needs to be ready...and often he'll just not be in the mood...the gay version of "I've got a headache," I guess...but good for me, and...well, I suppose it's good for him, I'd discovered a bit of a shortcut into his asshole, and that was getting my tongue in there before doggie-fucking his sweet tail.
He thought it was dirty...he said it was what bitches did...and sometimes I'd sat on his face when he wanted to do a really dommy-subby play with me, but tonight I stuck my tongue into his crack and went to town, licking his taint and spluttering over his balls to get them nice and wet...just add to the sensations I could give to his bound, tensing and flexing body, while my muzzle resided in his crack. It just made him go a little bit crazy...feeling my cheeks against his other kind of cheeks, my chin...fuzz...tongue doing things your mom would not approve of, circling around his hairy pucker, making it pulse and throb...his definitely not bitch-like whimpers rising in intensity by now...knowing that I was eating him out, tossing his salad like no tomorrow...all the while my paws kept teasing the freshly spanked skin of his ass cheeks, making sure they'd be all rosy and nice for a different kind of a pounding soon.
He moaned and grunted and struggled a bit, maybe because it felt sexy to him, maybe because he thought it fit the role of being tied down and being sexily teased and played with...what I knew that I was ready to burst into my jock, doing him like this, hard and hot...nose filled with funk, tasting his sweat...yeah...yeah, this guy was getting it.
I decided it was enough of that and wanted to pillage my prize already. The lube was already nearby...I never let it go beyond an arm's reach on a moments like this, and his ears flicked so amusingly when he heard me open the zip on the front of my jock and I pulled out my hard, dripping cock. I barely even needed to put the lube on it, it looked really wet...but I was kind...didn't want to tear his sweet ass...I put plenty onto his crack, too, before I mounted him like the good boy I was, and hugged his thighs with my knees, cock pushed to the target and with my hips rising...my drool flowing freely over his rippling back.
"Here we go then, boy..."I told him, just to tease him...leaning over him some more...biting on his ear.
And then we were in business, my cock slipping into his tight little tunnel and showing him that even big dogs sometimes had an even bigger dog ready to claim them at a moment's notice...though I suppose I'd given him enough of a warning, what's with the spanking and all...and now it was going in him until my knot kissed his tail-pucker ever so romantically, and I bit his neck unromantically, and started to pound, even if I was temped to just keep my hips planted against his smarting ass and feel the heat rising from his spanked butt.
"Hmmmmmmmmm...nice and tight..."
I did it with the love muscles...just my hips rocking back and forth and driving me in and out of his hole, giving me a good chance to stroke his body with my paws, and lick his muzzle...letting him taste a bit of me in the other end, too, while another kind of filling was impeding...playing with him this long had gotten me so pent up that soon I was seriously slamming onto his body. Even the bed was complaining now...not quite smacking the wall, but we were certainly making it creak.
"How do you like that huh? Huh?" I grunted as I pounded him.
Not really the most creative dirty talk, but it worked...the sound he made when my knot sunk into his ass was better than anything either of us could have said. It went in with a slurp and lodged into that overfilled tunnel of his, and we were both there...and I mean...there...my balls busted a load in record time, even while I kept doing some breeding thrusts into his tight, suddenly very squishy hole while he unloaded onto the towel we'd prudently placed onto to bed. You could only wash that many sheets in any given week, after all.
I liked this part, too, though, lying on top of him, still in the mount, and all properly knotted up, hips flush with his...holding his body, even with his paws slightly awkwardly behind his back. They had a nice warm place against my chest while I licked his neck and enjoyed the sweat and the heat of our mating.