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Dalupine Day 3A: Learning About a Pup

Part One

It was early in the summer morning, not even eight o'clock in the morning. A fleshlight, filled with a mix of lupine and Dalmatian cum, lied discarded on the floor. The two nude canids held each other; the teen's body was lying on top of the wolf, chest-to-chest with his head resting on the older male's shoulder. After a few minutes of motionless, quiet post-mutual masturbatory intimacy, Donald broke the silence.

"Brent...I-I'm ready....to...."

"To do what, Donnie?"

The teen lifted his head to his future step-dad in the eye. "To talk about what's happening with me." The Dalmatian paused and took a deep breath. Then, as soon as he opened his mouth to speak, his stomach growled, almost echoing in the cabin. Blushing, the teenager remained motionless.

"We haven't ate yet." The wolf chuckled and added, "Sounds like yer hungry. I know I am." He turned to lay his pup on the bed beside him, stood up, and went to get things together in the kitchen for breakfast.

"Wait, Brent. I still..." Donald tried to get up, but the arms of his tired young body buckled from the sudden movement, and he fell back onto the bed.

The wolf rushed over and rubbed hound's back. "Donnie, I know ya have a lot to get off yer chest, and I'm ready to hear it. But right now ya need to rest a bit. Yer young body is still wore out from a few minutes ago. We'll discuss thin's after we eat. People are more excitable when their stomachs are empty; pups like ya are no exception. Plus, this will give ya a little more time to think about what to say. I'll make somethin' quick, so we can get right to what's on yer mind. Just sit tight a little longer. Ok, buddy?"

The spotted canid simply nodded as the older lupine gently kissed him on the forehead and went back to the kitchen area to prepare breakfast.

His mind frantic with nervous energy, the adolescent grabbed the lupine's pillow and buried his face in it. He inhaled the scent of his new mentor; the scent calmed him enough to let him gather his thoughts.

"Ok....I got to let this out...but I'm not even sure what it is. Maybe, I should make some bull shit up and make it easier on everyone involved. No...That wouldn't work. Brent has been waiting for me to tell him and he has my better interests on his mind. Besides, he'd probably see right through it. I need to trust him. I've held on to this thing for a long time; longer than he probably thinks.

"But now I don't want him to think less of me....I don't want to make him mad with me. Then, if he gets mad with me, it may spill over into an argument with Mom. She's delt with enough over the last couple years. It'll kill me if I end up splitting them apart."

The teen, filled with trepidation, began to faintly tremble. Tears began welling up in his eyes. He used the pillow to muffle his sounds. "This worked yesterday, so he shouldn't be able to hear me now," he thought as he clung to the pillow as tight as he could.

Meanwhile, Brenton, who was scrambling eggs in a mixing bowl with a whisk, had his own thoughts racing through his mind. _"Ok, just got to add the milk and get these in the pan. While they fry, I can quickly put some bread in the toaster and pour our orange juice. _

"I hope he's ok. Just a little longer, Donnie, I promise. I can hear him whimperin' now. FUCK , I hope I'm doin' the right thin'." Filled with energy from worry and instinct, Brenton poured the eggs into the frying pan and quickly toasted bread, set the table, and poured orange juice in-between turning the eggs.

Part Two

After finishing their morning meal, the canids sat on the couch. Neither had spoken since the beginning of breakfast. Donald was still visibly nervous.

Brenton broke the long silence, saying, "Go on, Donnie. Let's hear it. If ya want, I'll keep quiet until yer finish." He reached out to the younger male and held his trembling hand.

Donald took a deep breath and began, "When I was twelve, my dad, William, called me into his room. He was in bed with his shirt off, and a comforter covered him from the waist down. Since Mom was working late at her firm, he wanted to have a father son talk.

"I was getting in trouble at school. I was at that age when everything was awkward and I was very temperamental. I sat on the edge of the bed, and we had a long discussion about the changes I was going through and how he had been there before and was always willing to talk.

"Then, he told me the principle called him about an incident in class earlier that day. The teacher called me to the board to work out a math problem. I refused to get out of my seat; soon the teacher threatened to refer me to the principal's office. I got up and the whole class saw the inconvenient tent in my pants. One of the guys in class said something about it and everyone began to laugh. Out of embarrassment and frustration, I pounced on him and we traded blows. The teacher ended up making us see the principal.

"Anyway, dad told me that it was perfectly natural and I had no reason to be ashamed. Although, at the same time, my reaction, while understandable, was not the best thing I could have done. And there was a way I could prevent it from happening in class again.

"The next thing I knew, the comforter was off and he was in bed wearing nothing but his black jock from high school. It took me a minute to get over the shock. After I did, he tapped the crotch to show me that he was wearing a cup. He said that he did it all through middle school and occasionally in high school to hide unwanted boners; he even had his red jock and cup from middle school for me to use.

"He told me to undress, and I did. I took off my tee-shirt and shorts, but I hesitated with my underwear. He reminded me that I was his son and that we bathed together until I was five. So, I took of my shiefs with my eyes closed. He petted me on the head; I opened my eyes after I relaxed some. He held the jock for me as I put my legs through, and he pulled it up on me. Next, he put the cup in the pocket on the front. I can still remember the snug feel of it on my sack.

"He had me look in the full body mirror in the corner of the room. He stood beside me and asked how it felt. I didn't hear him at first because I was focused on what I was feeling inside of me. I can't describe it; I just felt happy to be with my dad. I looked at our almost nude bodies in the mirror and blushed. I snapped out of it after hearing him chuckle. I blushed even deeper as he said how cute I looked and how I was the spit and image of him in middle school.

"To change the subject, I said that it didn't work because I was hard. He told me that the jock was to keep people from seeing erections not keeping erections from happening. Then, he whipped his hard, veiny, pink dick out to prove it. I was stunned stiff and so was my cock. He told me not to be ashamed and to pull mine out. I did as I was told. Chuckling again, he commented on how our penis color proved I was his image.

"We took off our jocks and looked at ourselves in the mirror again. Both our circumsized shlongs were rock hard, their chiseled heads begging for attention. The only difference was their sizes: his was 7.5 inches; mine was around 3.

"He sat on the bed and patted the space beside him for me to sit. He told me that he was going to show me a trick to getting rid of an erection when I had time alone. His hand slid up and down his dick as he told me to copy him. The first time I did it, I was I heaven. I threw my head back and jerked my whole upper body. My dad chuckled again, saying that was his reaction the first time he ever masturbated. Dad lay back on the bed and slowly continued pumping his manhood. I lay back too and tried to move in closer to him. I worked my bone while watching him work his. Pumping my own faster, I let my hormones take over my body, lost in the newly discovered physical sensation.

"A loud moan escaped my open mouth as I climaxed for the first time ever. It was a dry orgasm, and I was caught off guard by the sensation and wondered why I had no spooge, but I didn't let it bother me. I watched my dad begin to let his body go and blasted his load onto his stomach. I hugged my dad and told him I loved him; he said he loved me, kissed my forehead, and called me his pup. We laid there for a few minutes. Dad asked what I wanted for dinner. We got dressed and went to Furdonalds for burgers and FurryQueen for ice cream.

"Something happened that night. Looking back, I think I fell in love with Dad. I felt closer to him than ever before. I knew that I could go to him for anything.

"Then, one week later, the accident happened. A log from the bed of a truck in front of him came loose and fell onto the road. He swerved to avoid it, but ended up hitting a car in the other lane that was going in the opposite directions. He died on impact.

"It didn't make sense. Dad was a good man. He never went out of his way to hurt anyone; he never laid a hand on me or Mom; he volunteered at the homeless shelter. I couldn't figure out why he deserved to die. Then, something came to me. 'Did he die because of what he did with me? And if he did, does it mean that it's my fault?' The thought consumed me; I withdrew into myself. Everyone around me thought I was just in morning over Dad. But it was much deeper. I tried to push it out of my mind, and for a while I thought I was successful. I went about life like everything was normal. After all, I had to be strong for Mom.

"Three years later, mom started dating you. I was happy that she found someone so she could move on in life, even if I couldn't. However, when you two said you were planning on getting married, something inside of me broke. It felt like, she was betraying Dad.

"Then, all the negativity I thought I was rid of came flooding back. I began lashing out at others--you in particular, Brent. And...well...here we are."

The Dalmatian was on the verge of tears as he finished his tale. He looked to the older male, who was speechless. The teen squeezed the lupine's hand, getting no response. Donald immediately got up and ran to the bathroom, fueled by emotion, anxiety, and fear. He shut and locked the door as fast as he could.

Part Three

"Donnie," Brent said in a loud voice as a knocked on the bathroom door. It was 10:30 in the morning, and Donald had been in the bathroom for two hours. "Donnie....I'm sorry if I upset ya. I was just tryin' to take in everythin'. I didn't even realize ya were done until ya got up from the couch. Please, Donnie, come on out so we can talk." This was the third time the woulf had tried to reach out to the Dalmatian to no avail. "If ya won't come out, at least make a noise so I know yer ok."

The Brenton's ears heard a soft rapping from the other side of the door. The sound relieved him. "At least I know he hasn't done anythin' drastic."

The wolf had spent the time cleaning and putting away the dishes, putting the dirty laundry in the hamper, getting their clothes ready for the next time they went out; he did anything he could to keep his mind partially off the situation. He continued with this busywork after hearing the rapping of the spotted teen; however, after the bed was made, the floor was swept, and all the furniture was dusted, his thoughts were left on the boy, and nothing else.

"Fuck me! I can't take this any longer. He's goin' too deep into himself. I need to get him out of the bathroom so we can talk. I don't know what to do. I've done all I can to show him I'm there for him." The lupine steadied himself emotionally. "I know he's going through a lot right now. He's buried so much and hasn't faced himself....Looks like it's my job to pull him back, and I know exactly what he'll respond to."

The lupine went to his suitcase, opened it, and began planning.

Meanwhile, Donald was in the bathroom curled into the fetal position, his mind filled with anxiety. He spent hours in the small room, getting up only twice: once to use the toilet, and a second time to tap softly on the door to let the lupine on the other side know he was still alive. As he lay there, the Dalmatian thought of nothing but the turmoil rushing through his teenage mind.

" SHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT ....I knew this would happen. Brent probably thinks I'm an idiot; an ungrateful, overreacting, idiot with a perverted daddy complex. He just sat there and didn't say a word; he didn't even move.

"I should've lied and said it was fear of being replaced by him in Mom's heart. At least then he'd have an answer and we'd be watching t.v., going to town, jerking off together; something besides me acting like a fucking anti-social hermit and him being worried about me.

"But, then again he'd probably would have' seen right through it. He's just as perceptive as Dad was. I'm sure Dad would be ashamed of me for letting this happen in the first place, and I'm sure Brent hates me for everything now....... FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"

Part four

" Get ya ass in here now, Pup!" Brenton bang furiously on the door while commanding Donald to come out of the bathroom. " Ya've 'til the count of three to come out of that bathroom, or I'll break this door down. Ya don't even have to guess what I'll do after that! One.....Two...Thr-..." The older canid heard the teen's feet hurrying to unlock the door. Donald opened the door with a look of panic across his young face before Brenton could finish his count. The wolf pointed to the bed as he said in an authoritative tone, "Bed, now, Pup."

The spotted adolescent made a beeline for the bed and sat on the edge.

"On yer back, head hangin' over the edge."

The Dalmatian quickly did as he was told.

The wolf opened the drawer in the nightstand and pulled out a black bandana. He kneeled on one knee used the cloth to blindfold the teen. After it was secure, he grabbed and lifted up the boy's head to give the teen a tender yet dominant kiss on his young lips.

While still holding up Donald's head, Brenton whispered with the superiority of an alpha, "That's for bein' a good pup and followin' my orders."

The bigger male pulled his head away from the boy and spoke in a louder, more authoritative tone of voice. "Now, ya were in that bathroom for almost four hours. It's past one o'clock, and ya've wasted half the day broodin' and agonizin' about somethin' which ya wouldn't even talk with me about to completion. This is our last day, and we head back home tomorrow mornin'. We're goin' to spend the rest of this day together and work this issue of yers out before bed. But right now, ya are not to speak, unless I give ya permission. Ya've been a very bad pup, tellin' me somethin' profound about yer past then suddenly runnin' away from me like I'm some kind of monster. I think ya need to learn a lesson in not judgin' someone who is only tryin' to help ya out. Nod, if ya understand."

The younger male slightly nodded as his body trembled. He felt his head being laid gently back over the edge of the bed. He knew that his pubescent hard on was standing at attention, causing him to blush.

Brenton stood up and looked down at his vulnerable pup lying naked and motionless on the bed. With a softer voice, but the same authority flowing from his lips, he said, "Now I want ya to lay there and think about nothin' but this moment: ya naked, blindfolded on the bed with me watchin' ya while I wait for the right moment to continue yer punishment." Catching the man's eye, Donald's cock twitched and bobbed while the wolf's voice rang through his ears. "Such a horney lil canid. Aren't ya, my Pup?"

The needy teenager's body instinctively tightened from the words that the commanding lupine spoke.

Part Five

"AAAAAA** AAAAA *AAAA* AAAA *AAAAAH!*" the teen screamed as he felt a quick, hard palm across his erect, tight, pink puphood. He lifted his head up from the edge of the bed for the duration of the scream. After a few minutes of silence, the Lupine had slapped the boy's unguarded shaft.

The wolf chuckled and announced, "Had to make sure ya didn't fall asleep on me pup. Ya weren't moving a muscle. I guess ya were so caught up in thinkin' about all the thin's I'm capable of doing to yer submissive, needy, unclothed little puppy bod. That is if that twitchin', bobbing, pre droolin' cock of yers is any indication. Ya seem to enjoy whatever happens to ya when yer naked."

Donald could feel his entire body becoming hotter and hotter. It was as if Brenton's words entered his ears and seeped into his blood, circulating throughout every inch of his being.

Brenton straddled Donald's face and bent over the bed, resting his arms on at either side of the anxious teen. His scrotum was positioned directly over the boy, whose heart quickened from the smell of musk exuding from the older man. The wolf lightly licked the very tip of the spotted youth's cock; the boy's body jerked from the unexpected sensation.

"I'm addin' a new rule, Pup. Absolutely no cummin' until I allow it. If ya blow yer load beforehand, I'll fire yer ass up so bad that ya won't be able to sit on the four hour drive home tomorrow. Give my sack a nice, long lick if ya understand."

No sooner than the lupine finished his sentence did the Dalmatian's tongue slowly drag over his scrotum. Brenton could tell Donald was trying to savor every bit of the taste.

"Ya can have a few more licks, Pup. I'll let ya get some of that pent up energy out of yer system. Ya have thirty seconds."

Donald wasted no time, working his tongue all around the big set of wolf balls over his young muzzle. Lapping, swiping, anyway he could move his tongue, he did. Moans from the older male hit his ear, causing him to work harder, hoping for extra time at the object of his oral affection. Then, he suddenly tasted a drop of pre that cascaded down the alpha canid's cock down to his balls. Donald doubled his efforts on the sweaty organ.

The wolf moved his body forward just enough to put his balls just out of the reach of the crazed teen's mouth. Donald whimpered loudly in protest

Brenton got off the bed and looked down once again at the exposed teen. "I was gonna suck yer cock, but ya can forget that now."

"But, Sir," the needy, spotted hound said without thinking.

" Did I say ya could speak?"

Donald flinched from the sudden force of the wolf's voice and frantically shook his head.

"Open yer mouth!"

The scared teen did as he was told, with a pang inside of his chest for disappointing the older male.

Brenton bent his knees, held Donald's head with both paws, and shoved his hot, fully grown, diamond hard wolf cock into the younger male's mouth as far as it would go. About six inches in, the small teen began choking on it.

"Get used to it. I'm not pullin' out until I empty my sack into that disobedient, little mouth of yers."

The youth calmed down and breathed as well as he could through his nose. He loosened his muscles and let his body go slightly limp. He could taste pre from the wolf's cock, whiched seeped into his impaled throat.

"Good boy," the older male softly, yet dominantly, praised his pup as he gently stroked the youth's neck with his paw. "Ya know, I think yer much cuter when yer quiet and cooperative rather than mopey and bratty. The only time yer more handsome than yer now is when yer laughin', smilin', and bein' honest about everythin'."

The teenager's body blushed a deep red. The wolf could almost see the heat emanating from the smaller canid.

"Remember how I told ya to relax yer ass before I fucked it? Well, now I want ya to do the same with yer throat. Ease yer throat and straighten out yer neck. And don't forget to work that little puppy tongue to get it nice and wet. That'll help me go in deeper, smoother and make it even more enjoyable for both of us."

Brenton could feel Donald working his saliva all around the cock in his mouth. He also noticed the minor raising his neck and could feel the boy's throat loosen around his man bone.

"Yer allowed to do whatever ya want with yer hands, as long as ya don't touch yer puppy schlong." Suddenly, the older man began slowly thrusting in and out of his sexual pupil's un-expecting mouth.

The younger male worked his inexperienced tongue around the shaft. Soon, he began to moan form the sensation of his muzzle being force fucked. He even started to like the feeling of gagging on the bigger, stronger canid's flesh spear. The adolescent felt the older canid increase the speed and force of his thrusts. A mixture of saliva and pre filled his maw; he let it flow down his face and spat it out around the rod in his mouth whenever he could. His hands focused on stimulating his sensitive nips. The pink dick seemed as if it was begging, pleading for attention; however, he remained obedient to his alpha daddy.

The lupine, getting closer and closer to climax, mercilessly plowed in and out of the boy's esophagus. His rush of dominance was only increased from the teen's moans, vibrating his cock when he was deep enough in. His knot was soon full to bursting.

The wolf tightened his grip on the Dalmatian's head; the teen readied himself for one final thrust.

" UHN ," Brenton uttered while he shoved his cock in as far as it could go. The knot forced opened Donald's mouth, making him take the entire length and girth down his throat. " GGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" The wolf could only growl while he unloaded his seed into the boy's waiting body.

His nips tender from his own treatment, the pup rested his hands on the bed. He only focused on the feeling of his alpha's warm seed flowing into his throat.

Part Six

After being skull fucked, the adolescent was laying on the bed with his head on a pillow while the lupine in control of his young body teased his increasingly tender puphood. He was on the verge of begging for release, but he dared not speak without permission again.

Brenton had one arm under the boy's neck with his free hand pinching the sensitive nubs on his chest. The hand working Donald over was fiercely pumping the tight pink meat pole.

The wolf squeezed the teen's cock as hard as he could; his boy captive couldn't even muster a sound from his open mouth. Brenton let go of the spotted youth's defeated cock and cradled him in his big, strong arms. He pulled the younger male close to him and turned the boy on his side to face him.

The spotted teen could only breathe heavily while the mix of respite, yearning, and sexual frustration flooded over his body.

"Rub the very tip of yer boy-chisel on my leg, Pup."

Donald mustered what little energy he had left and feverishly ground his pelvis into the bigger man. His already sensitive cock began sending jolts through his body as it continually brushed against the warm soft fur of the alpha wolf's leg. The Dalmatian's head was cradled in the hot sweaty chest of his soon to be step-dad.

Using every bit of his will to deny himself release, the adolescent soon ran out of steam and let both his entire physical and mental beings go completely limp. He simply whimpered, broken, in the older man's arms.

The more experienced lupine pet the boy's head and said, "That's enough for now, Pup."

Part Seven

Both hounds fell asleep on the bed less than a couple minutes after Donald's endurance-testing punishment. The Dalmatian woke up with the bandana still tied around his eyes. He noticed that he couldn't feel or hear the older male bedside him; he was by himself on the bed. He opened his mouth to speak; remembering the rule, he quickly closed it. Not knowing what to do, he sat up and hugged his legs to his chest, burying his head in his knees.

"Donnie!" Brenton rushed to the boy and embraced him. "The no speakin' rule is lifted. What's wrong?"

"I thought you left me alone," the boy said while keeping his arms around his legs.

The lupine ran his fingers through the smaller male's head fur. "I just woke up a few minutes ago. I was in the bathroom gettin' the shower ready for us and just about to come get ya."

"Are you still mad at me?"

"I never was; I was more concerned about pullin' ya out of yerself." The brown furred wolf untied the bandanna from the youth's head.

The boy's first site was the older canid's kind face. "Brent...I'm sorry," he said almost choking in emotion.

"Shhhhhh, shhhhhhhh. It's ok, I forgive ya. Yer going through a lot already, and I'm givin' ya more to process. I'm sorry for overwhelmin' ya, but I'm tryin' to help."

"I know," the emotional teen said quietly while tightly wrapping his arms around his wolf. "And I trust you; I'll do whatever you say."

"Donnie, that means a lot, and I'm glad to hear it. We're not done yet. I still have some thin's to put ya through. Do ya think ya can handle it?"

"For you and Mom, I can."

"It's not just for Lina and me, it's also for ya and Will too."

"For....Dad?"