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Eric hated English.

He didn't care if he knew the difference between indefinite or definite articles, nor the difference between transcendentalist authors and existentialist authors. He just wanted to get his B and get out of the damn class as fast as possible.

Here he was, at 5:00am, attempting to write out a stupid paper that was due today. Key after key, his fingers would pound the keyboard, only to furiously slap the delete key a moment later. He was stuck, aggravated, and wanted to get his workout in. Pushing the keyboard back into his desk, and grabbing his room key, he was jogging across the campus to the 24-hour gym for a quick work out.

That'd clear his head.

Swiping his card, he entered the empty locker room and stripped down. He wasn't too bad looking; though, he did wish he had fur -- short fur -- like a Doberman, but he'd settle for their musculature. Throwing his balled up clothes in his locker, he slipped on his grey, faded gym shorts, and shut his locker. He didn't think anything of it when he heard the door to the gym open.

Turning the corner, he darted back back out of view. It was Bryan! His heart began to thud in his chest. Bryan, a tight and trimmed Doberman, was his English T.A. Eric had only ever seen him in his stuffy Oxford Shirts and Kahkis, but you could tell he was buff under those clothes.

Eric glanced around, his legs felt like they were gonna give. The first glance, he only saw Bryan's face. This time he saw that Bryan was wearing a red jockstrap that hugged his round rear tightly; it was one of those images you never wanted to stop looking at. From his panting, Eric could tell he'd been hitting the weights hard.

He wasn't quite sure when his hand decided to pull his phone from his pocket, but it slipped from his fingers as he opened it, making a beeping sound as it hit the ground. "Crap," he said, scooping up his phone. "Sorry about that."

"Eric?" Bryan started walking towards him, his teeth bared, "Were you... taking pictures of me?"

"No, I--" Bryan ripped his phone from his hands, and started going through it. "Stop!"

"Please don't tell anyone." Eric begged. As a teen, Eric was just curious when he discovered inter-species sex, a particularly hot video of a doberman and a human woman hooked him on the idea. After that, he started realizing he liked watching the buff guys more than the bitch on their dicks, and after that, the thought of him submitting like a bitch to a big alpha doberman got him rock hard.

There were hundreds of photos, some from websites, some from him, of Dobermans using humans as cumdumpsters. He was gonna put those photos on his computer, and delete them from his phone but didn't get around to it.

He was so stupid!

Bryan's eyes went wide, "This is, uh, some kinky stuff. You're kinda weird."

"I--"

"Here," he handed back the phone, walked over to his locker, put on his clothes and left. Eric didn't say a word the whole time.

They had class together less than seven hours. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Alex didn't feel like working out anymore, and changed his clothes for his walk back to his dorm room.

***

He typed, and sipped a can of cola. Typed a few more, and had another. He tried not to think about what happened, between him and Bryan, but he knew that Bryan would see his thesis, "Specie-ism: changes in the Historical Relations of Canids and Humans has been nothing but a boon to both.", and take it completely the wrong way.

With his last keystroke, he printed his paper in the lobby and sprinted through the student union to the amphitheater-like classroom. Just as 11:59 struck 12:00, he was in the room sitting in the back row.

"Bryan, could you collect the papers?" Dr. Grayson asked as he sat his leather briefcase down.

Bryan nodded, and started to collect each student's work and, being an overachiever, commented on it to each student. The wait was crushing Eric, but it was worse when Bryan's eyes laid their crushing weight on him as he collected Eric's work.

"Interesting," he said, placing his paper on top. "Dr. Grayson has a special thing planned for this session, and I'm curious to see how you do." He walked away, zigging down a few rows to the other side of the room.

"It's only the start of the year," Eric groaned to himself, "and I pissed someone off."

Bryan sat down. "Alright everyone," Dr. Grayson smiled, "I feel like doing something special today. Your papers are argumentative so, by now, you should be able to defend them from a few questions of your classmates."

"First is," Dr. Grayson drew the top paper, "Mr. Eric Aniston, and, you didn't underline your thesis like my email said, but that's okay. Hm," he skimmed the paper, "ah, Specie-ism: changes in the Historical Relations of Canids and Humans has been nothing but a boon to both."

Bryan's left ear flicked, and he looked up from the desk where he was attempting to jump ahead on his grading.

"You look like you'd have something to say on this Bryan," Dr. Grayson had his usual twisted smile on, "got a question for Mr. Aniston?"

"Yeah, how was the black flu in the 2232, right after my species as a whole was given rights, a boon for my subspecies in particular? It was spread through close contact between dobermans and humans."

"Son of a bitch." Bryan knew this morning that he was gonna get this chance to tear apart whatever Eric wrote, but Eric was far from an idiot about the subject of Canids. "During 2232, the knowledge about the diseases that affected your people became the forefront of research and the same cures given to your people were able to cure ours. So, my thesis still stands."

"Excellent defense, Eric." Dr. Grayson started to point to someone else, "what about--"

"What about the recent resurgence in the popularity of making inter-species sex illegal?" Bryan interrupted, "I think that--"

"Laughable," Eric cut him off, "during the 18th century and the greater part of the 19th, Homosexuality was banned and considered enough to be dismissed from the Armed forces. Fact! Alan Turing was gay but, without him, the Nazi Engima machine's encryption would've never been broken. After what he did, he was expelled for being a homosexual and that's the exact same thing you're proposing now!"

Eric pointed at him, "People who think things like that are morons!" A few angry glances of said morons didn't deter him. "Go ahead, ban it. In the future, when they realize it was a mistake, people may not know that you contributed to the mistake, but you're to blame. It's easy to harm the minority, but some day they might not be so minor!"

Dr. Grayson raised an eyebrow, "you seem very agitated by that question." A few snickers followed.

"I'm aggravated by people who don't know what they're talking about, which I seem to be surrounded by." Eric stood, grabbing his backpack and left.

***

The clock said 2:00am, and Eric was glad that it was the weekend. It meant his roomie was out, and he was free to do whatever. Still, he could feel the eyes of the other students on him throughout the day; although, they probably knew next to nothing about what happened, but that wouldn't stop the rumors. He grabbed the pack of cigarettes that he hid in the far back of his desk drawer. "I think today qualified as stressful."

Taking a few turns around the quiet hallways, he ducked outside and fumbled with his Zippo a few times. "You're kidding," he said as he resigned to the fact that it was out of fluid.

"Hey," Eric turned around to see Bryan. In one paw was his open gymbag, and his other held a lighter. "Take mine," he said, puffing on the cigarette in his mouth.

Eric glared as he snatched it from him, lit his cig, and tossed it back.

"C'mon," Bryan said, catching the lighter. "the wind has been kicking up, but it's dead on the side of the building."

Grudgingly, Eric followed Bryan to the darker side of the building. "I was trying to quit until something bad happened to me today."

"Me, too." Bryan said turning to him, "Look, I don't care what people think of me. I say what needs to be said and today--"

"You busted my balls, and you know I can't do anything back?" Eric turned away to look out into the empty parking lot, "thanks for looking out for all of us."

He heard Bryan flick his cigarette away.

"I didn't ever say I didn't like interspecies sex, in fact, I looked up a few of the websites on your phone, so," the sounds of a zipper made Eric glance back, "bet this makes you want to be my bitch?" Bryan said, walking closer with his undone oxford shirt, and open Khakis showing off his jockstrap.

"I-," Eric's breathing quickened.

"Say it," his paw grasped Eric's hair pulling back on it, "say: Alpha take me as your bitch to cum in."

"Alpha take me as your bitch," Eric felt waves of pleasure with each syllable, "to cum in."

"Too fucking bad," Bryan snarled letting go of his hair, "I'm your Alpha. You do what I say and maybe you'll earn the right to get to do it again. Get on your knees, get my cock out, and show your Alpha that you're even worth keeping."

Eric fell to his knees before the Doberman's restrained cock, yanking down the jockstrap. It's pink tip had started to peek out, and Eric wrapped his mouth around it.

"Yeah, that's right," Bryan lit up another cigarette, causally standing there as his cock was bathed. "Don't forget my balls need attention, too!" He growled.

Eric's hand cupped the balls and gently pulled, stroked and played with them, enjoying the taste of Bryan's salty precum. "There's a good slut."

Pulling the fully unsheathed cock deeper into his mouth, Eric could feel the blood pumping through it. Every roll of his tongue had it twitching, and Bryan would grunt at him. He felt so dirty, anyone could walk by, but he wanted to feel Bryan cum into his throat, in his ass, everywhere.

Eric pulled off his mouth, clasping the base of his knotted cock, and focused his tongue's attention to the hole were his sticky precum was gushing out of. Bryan flicked the cigarette he had, and Eric was surprised when he felt both paws holding his head, looking up he could see Bryan smirking.

The first thrust made him gag, but Bryan didn't care and followed it up by plunging himself deeper into Eric's throat. The eighth or ninth thrust of the hard cock had his throat aching, and copious amounts of cum and spit coated his lips, face, and shirt.

"Yeah, my bitch is a good cocksucker," Bryan groaned, "time for the whole thing." The cock was shoved halfway in, but Bryan wanted more. He pushed and shoved, using Eric's head as a fucktoy.

Eric tried to back away a little, and in his nervousness he swallowed hard as the back of his throat was filled with cock. Bryan's eyes went wide as his girth not only disappeared inside that throat but the length up to his knot was in his mouth as well. Pressing in, he rocked his hips around causing Eric to gag once more, before he finally pulled out with only trails of spit hanging between Eric's mouth and his cock. "Guess my bitch needs practice, or to find some limp-dicked Alpha."

"You're the best Alpha for me," Eric whispered in as he pressed his face against the base of his abs and looking up.

"Damn right," Bryan said, clasping the base of his cock and rubbing the stream of precum that lined his cock all over Eric's face. "What to do with my slut, what to do...," He yanked Eric from the floor, "turn around and drop your pants so I can see if you're even worth fucking back there."

"Yes, Alpha, " Eric turned around; his heart thrumming in his chest as their scents mixed in the air. His shaking fingers fumbled with his button.

Bryan reached around, grasped the button and tore it from his jeans, "When I get you to my apartment off campus, you won't be wearing pants. Your ass is there to be fucked. Now, get on the ground."

Eric laid out on the ground his face hot with desire.

Bryan pushed his pants and jock past his knees, letting his long cock drip pre on Eric's exposed skin. "Look at that ass, it's a shame that another guy used it before me."

Eric looked at him pitifully.

"Poor bitch thinks his Alpha's not gonna give him the cock he promised. Don't worry," Bryan said as he knelt behind him, and guided his cock into the the resisting hole. "You're still - ugh - gonna have to stretch quite a bit for me."

"Fffuck," Eric said into the ground, completely submissive to him.

Rocking his bubble butt, made his cock maneuver deeper. "Oh, yeah," he grunted.

Eric groaned only slightly aware of Bryan fighting to get in him, he was too busy feeling his cock being stroked against the ground with each powerful movement of Bryan's hips. He could feel the pressure building inside as he struggle to accommodate his girth as well as length.

Bryan grasped his gym bag, and slid it across to himself. Pulling from some of his gym clothes from it, he gave a hard quick shove of his cock into Eric's ass causing him to jerk up, mouth opening with a groan of pleasured pain.

Forcefully shoving the clothes in his mouth, and holding his paw over it as well. He started to push and rock his hips. "I'm gonna cum," he growled and started piston-ing his whole length, leaving Eric almost unconscious with the pleasure from his fucking.

Eric bucked back just as Bryan was pushing forward, causing Bryan's maw to drop as his knot slipped in with a wet SHLOOP! Eric gave a muffled cry into the clothes, as it pushed him over the edge, and Bryan could barely keep himself quiet as the hole contracted around his massive knot.

Bryan pulled out the clothes in Eric's mouth.

"I'm surprised the cops weren't called." Eric said, his breathing slowed.

Bryan smirked. "Nah, not many people here on the weekends."

"What happens next?"

"Well, you're my bitch, so I guess I'll introduce you to my Pack." Bryan started to stroke his hair, "See, we all like males, and we all pitched in money to pay for an appartment off the books. So, tomorrow, I'm gonna take you there, and play a game with you. "

"A game?"

"It's called: How much cum from two Wolves, another Doberman, and German Shepard can you hold?" Bryan said, as his knot popped out.

"Two wolves. A Doberman. A German Shepard?" Eric's eyes went wide.

"Meet me at the gym, around noon," Bryan winked as he left.

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If something's amiss in this work, or you think there's some sort of writing style I should incorporate, let me know! I'm always interested in feedback.

~Gman