Saving People, Hunting Things...

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#2 of Stories

Yes, okay, the original title is actually "The Family Business", but as a supernatural fanboy I could not keep myself from adding that submission name. The original file has the same name, too, so it kinda fits!

(Originally posted to Inkbunny)

This is a thing I wrote based upon Dizzi's two-picture series. He's given me permission to upload them one of them (thanks, SF limitations) with this story! Huzzah!

THE PICTURES ARE NOT MINE. GO HERE FOR THE ARTIST: https://inkbunny.net/DizziMorhlis

There will be sequels... sort of. ;3


The Family Business

(Ft. Bill, Don and Kyle) (Based on two pictures by Dizzi Morhlis.)

"Just a little further, good boy..."

"A-ahh, no, just... yeah, like that... Aaannd perfect!"

Kyle stood back and admired his creation, his teddy bear clutched tightly at his side. He was proud, which admittedly didn't take much, of his tiny creation. "Dad's gonna go NUTS over this!" he said. He squeezed his plush bear, which squeaked in response. "Oh, you think so? Hm. I guess it SHOULD be a surprise..."

In front of him stood a small selection of Lego bricks, and while some had been cast haphazardly aside for ease of use later, what was truly the apple of his eye was amalgamation of multi-coloured blocks in the rough shape of a person. It had blocky hands, and two tiny blue bricks instead of eyes, but he'd used up all of his creamy-brown coloured blocks to make it, and through his eyes, it was an exact replica of his father.

Running out of bedroom with his precious creation discretely tucked under his pajamas, the young pup scooted up to the top of the stairs. Carefully making sure the head of his lego father was poking over the elastic of his bottoms (as to keep it from falling and breaking), he silently crept down the stairs, avoiding the creaky ones. He wasn't meant to be up this late, sure, but he bet the model he'd made for his dad would be so epic, he'd be allowed to stay up all night! Maybe even tomorrow, too!

Excited at the prospect of sanctioned rule-breaking, he hurriedly dashed into the living room. Now to think of a place to put it where his father would see it... "Hmm. What do you think, Lego Dad?" he said, pulling the squared figure out of his pajamas. One foot caught on the elastic, pulling both it and the pajama bottoms down to the floor. "Oh, no. Let me fix that for you..."

Without thinking much about it, Kyle bent over to search for the missing piece. He was so caught up in thinking about how impressed his father would be, he never heard the front door open and close behind him. While rifling through the cotton infuriatingly still caught on his ankles. "Stupid piece of..." It must have gone under the couch, he reasoned, so he bent over further, raised his tail for leverage and started rummaging.

Don's day hadn't been going very well. His best call-boy had apparently been found with some dirty magazines by his parents and sent to some kind of correctional camp, two others had called in sick, and two upcoming clients were getting edgy about not having any boys to play with. Then, just when he was pondering how in the hell he'd get two NEW boys to make a bit of pocket money, a solution presented itself, right in his living room.

"Stupid piece of..."

The shock of his discovery and the unexpected idea of introducing his son to his business was a startling one, so much so that he didn't speak for many seconds. He just stared forward and this cute, adorable, and surprisingly attractive ass presented to him like the most beautiful flower. He couldn't think, at least not until a feeling of pressure in his trousers snapped him back to reality.

"I'm uh... I'm home!" he called, trying to seem as if he hadn't seen his son. With a shaky hand, he hung up his hat and coat, making his way into the living room. By the time he got there, Kyle had already jumped behind the couch to hide. It would have been more stealthy if he hadn't jumped right out of his pajamas with a yelp before doing so, but Don couldn't fault the kid for displaying his assets.

Deciding to play it cool, he sat down slowly on the couch-- "Ow! What the hell?!"

--And promptly received a bundle of sharp, blocky bricks against his buttocks. "Kyle?"

Kyle wasn't the best at hide and seek. He still thought that as long as he couldn't see his father, his father may not be able to see him - which would have been fine at any other time when his father would play along, but with his ears peeking up above the couch's cushions, he had nowhere to go. With reluctance, he emerged, bottomless and blushing. "I know I'm not meant to be up this late," he started off, "But I made you a present and I knew you'd want it right away!"

Slowly, Kyle's eyes fell on the disassembled father-figure on the couch. "Oh. I uh... I think I sat on it by mistake. I'm sorry, buddy." His father was being shockingly nice at the moment, and Kyle wasn't going to let that go to waste.

"Uh... Kyle... how would you like to make some extra pocket money, and help out your dear old dad?" Don said, a smile coyly growing on his maw. He wasn't suffering for money, but he hadn't had the feeling of really bonding with his son before now. Even if Kyle didn't want to do it, he could explain what he actually works as and he could teach his son about business! Why hadn't he thought of this before?

Kyle's ears perked up, and he sat down on the couch while gathering up some of the pieces and his pajama leggings. "W-well I'd love that! How much pocket money?"

Don chuckled. He liked how the kid didn't even ask about the work. "We'll discuss that after you've actually done the work, okay? I notice you've disregarded your pajamas..."

"Oh." Kyle blushed again, hurriedly trying to put them back on. "They slipped off, and I--"

"Don't, it's okay. Leave them off." his father interrupted. "Let's face it, it's way more comfortable to walk around without anything on anyway." To prove his point, Don stood up and unbuckled his belt, swiftly taking his confinding trousers down before he could think too much about what he was doing.

Kyle dropped his pajamas. Finally, some understanding! He had always hated wearing clothes, and now his father was going to help him make money, AND let him stay up without clothes on? What could be better?

Over-run with feelings of happiness, Kyle leapt forward and hugged tightly around his father's waist - only to get an unexpectedly 'solid' response in his face. Backing off a little, he noticed that his father's 'equipment', which he'd seen plenty of times before, was a little... different.

"Uh, dad, your uh... your thing." he stuttered adorably. Don grinned down at his son, and scruffed up his hair slightly. "So's yours, it seems." Kyle looked down, only to discover that his own cock had become stiff too. "Get used to seeing them up-close, son," his father continued in a playful tone. "Because that's how you'll earn the big money... Now, do as I say, and open your maw."

Almost before he finished the sentence, Don marvelled at the eagerness of his son's face, opening his maw and sticking his tongue out. He even put his paws behind his back. It was the most adorable thing he'd seen his son do so far, and it seemed almost a shame to continue... almost.

Testing the reaction times of the pup in front of him, the tall beagle pushed his hips forward slightly, bumping the tip of his cock against the eager young one's maw. There was a moment of confusion, where Kyle looked down at the cock currently in his mouth and then up to his father, but it soon passed; Sliding his maw down the cock slightly and letting his tongue run along side the bottom of it, the pup picked up remarkably quickly what it means to bond as father and son.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- That's the pre-picture story complete... now on to the really fun stuff. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Three days had passed since Kyle had learned what his father -really- did for work, and how he could help. That work he now did, too, because as his father had said that night, "Son, your ass is the tightest I've ever seen, and that IS a compliment."

Kyle learned a lot that night.

His father had taught him how to please a man of his size, how to give in to your work and what makes men like himself attracted to boys like Kyle. He felt a lot of things since then, he pondered while he laid nude across the couch, listening to his father arrange up a meeting with a gentleman caller.

"No, listen, Bill, Jayjay isn't available anymore. No, I don't know what happened - but what am I gonna do, go round his house and ask if he can come out and play? Now I already told you, I have a new boy here." Don turned and smiled at his son, who wagged happily and sat up to attention.

"Yes, he's very eager. No, the parents aren't an issue, hehe. Oh, trust me... he won't disappoint. Get over to mine and I'll show you what I have in stock. Alright, buddy, see ya soon. Don't forget your wallet this time, alright?"

Don hung up the phone and turned to his son, still proud of his offspring for being so happy about the arrangement. Not only that, but Kyle had also taken his cock almost immediately, without hesitation - secretly he wondered if his son had had similar thoughts before. That's saying nothing of his shining coat, his naturally talented tongue... really, it was amazing. Probably genetic, too.

"Do I get to play soon?" Kyle asked in an innocent tone, though his still protruding erection giving away his motives. "Yes, and if you're good, you'll make a bit of pocket money, too!"

"Now, we just need to work on display." Don continued, stroking his chin as he assessed his son's 'assets'. "Uh... display?" Kyle asked, his head cocking to the side with a quizzical look on his face.

"Yes. When Bill gets here--"

"Oh, your friend Bill! I've met him before, he's super nice!" Kyle said, bouncing slightly in anticipation. "Uh... you have? Have you two played before, by any chance?"

"Not the way you play with me, Daddy. He likes transformobots too!"

Don chuckled slightly. It's true that his old friend Bill had a way with children, but he always thought he kept socializing and pleasure separate. He supposed that this was true... at least, until tonight.

"Now listen, Kyle," Don said as he sat next to his horny pup. "Bill likes to know boys know what they're doing, alright? So when he comes here, lay on your back like I showed you before. He's gonna do something like what we did about an hour ago, only..."

"Only what?" Kyle asked curiously.

"He's going to want your other end, too. Are you okay with that?"

"But..." Kyle frowned in confusion, his young mind still trying to absorb as much information as possible. "...But dad, I don't have a mouth on my butt."

Don smiled. It was always fun teaching new boys what it truly meant to earn your way. Having it be his son made it all the more adorable.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Swiftly standing up and patting himself down to make himself somewhat presentable, Don began walking to the door. "Just... do your best, buddy. You know I love you no matter what." Kyle beamed in response, and laid on his back.

He heard his father greet Bill at the door and some smalltalk was made before the front door was shut, and they both walked into the living room - he couldn't help but notice that his father had a huge, smug grin on his face. "Go on, Kyle, show him your stuff."

Bill was a tall, relatively heavy-set doberman. He was also currently speechless. He couldn't deny what Don had told him was true - the young pup in front of him, who he'd never before seen naked, was rather stunningly so. Stretching his legs up, Kyle ran his paws over his smooth buttocks until they met in the middle, before gently pulling them apart, showing his tight, pink entrance to both his father and his friend. "Nnff... L-like this, daddy?"

"What'd I tell ya, my boy has the best hole. Now, pay up." Bill already had his wallet out, fumbling with shaking paws due to the sudden re-direction of blood flow. He couldn't even speak, due to a fear that if he tried, he'd start drooling. He handed a random bunch of dollar bills to his friend, and began to unzip his jeans.

Don grinned and gratefully took the money from the doberman. "You've got an hour." he said, taking his time to count the bills as he strode toward the stairs to give the two some alone time. "Remember, he's my boy, so you don't have to be gentle!"

"W-what?" Kyle asked, but before he could get an answer he found a large, hard cock pressed against his nose. Well... at least he knew what to do at this point. Taking the tip into his maw but keeping his 'assets on display' as his father had told him, he began lowering his head down the unfamiliar shaft.

"Ooh, good boy... Your daddy taught you well, 'eh?" Kyle heard from above. He didn't pay it much attention, since there was no way of replying, but he squeezed the cock a little tighter with his tongue as he began bouncing his head almost expertly against the belly of Bill. Suddenly, he felt the pressure at the back of his maw increase, and found his legs pinned to either side by stronger paws than his. Slowly but surely, the cock began throbbing harder as it was pushed against his throat, filling his maw with a taste he'd begin to love. The thrusts sped up, and he was mildly aware of not being able to breath - fortunately, he managed to get the occasional gasp of air through his nose every time the leaking tip of his new client was at tongue-lapping level.

This continued for some time, with the young pup whining very softly as the doberman cock intruded his tight, warm maw and into his throat over and over. Eventually the panting from above took a rest, and Bill finally pulled backward - his solid, slick member accidentally catching Kyle in the nose for an instant. He didn't mind, though - at least now he could breath.

"Did yer daddy tell you how to use yer butt, young 'un?" Bill said, getting off of his plaything but still holding his legs down with his no-longer-shaking paws.

"M-my butt?" Kyle asked. He looked down to see, resting heavily against his own hard member was Bills - his own saliva moistening it up and making him moan out softly.

"D-daddy said to do anything you want, so I will." He said, finding new confidence in his work. It hadn't been so bad, right? And if this next part was half as enjoyable as what had come before, maybe with him being able to BREATH this time, it should be easy money!

"I'm at your service, Big Bill~"

"Those are the words I like to hear!" Bill said excitedly. He knew he couldn't last a whole lot longer, not with such a fresh, talented and tight pup at his hands, but he didn't care if he wasted the rest of the time. He knew what he wanted - and he knew he needed to take it now.

He pulled the young pup up by his legs a bit and promptly pressed his tip against Kyle's tight entrance, drawing a short exclamation from the pup. "H-hey! N-not there!" he said, before it finally hit him what his father meant by 'other end'.

Suddenly, Bill felt a lot less resistance, and even a little encouragement - Kyle's tail which was previously pinned under him was now free to gently cradle and brush against his balls, sending hot, tingling sensations all over the doberman's body.

"G-god damn, boy, you sure know how t' encourage a guy..." Bill grunted, with a gentle push against the boy's tender and tight entrance. Kyle hadn't felt anything like it before, but he couldn't deny that it felt... good. He began to push back just a little bit, until suddenly he felt the hot head of the throbbing cock pierce inside him. He bit his lip as to not cry out and gripped the fabric of the couch, the feeling of his entrance being stretched to accommodate the hulking member of the man towering above him sending conflicting waves of pain and pleasure across his skin.

"A-aahh~!" Kyle moaned out as the doberman finally stopped pushing in. Luckily, his cock was already lubricated thanks to the pup's expert tongue. Bill started pulling back gradually, only to slam home, his cock stretching the young fur's inner walls and grinding against a hidden point of blissful pleasure. "Ffff..uuck, you're a tight little slut..."

The heavy-set man began to gradually plow into the small frame, making sure to keep the legs of the boy spread to either side. He couldn't have him slipping away, not now - not when he was so close. Without warning and with barely any preparation, he decided to hilt the pup for the first time.

"N-nnfff!" responded the pup, clenching hard around the throbbing cock. He couldn't help himself - he'd felt this feeling before, at least in his belly, building up to a crescendo. He hadn't felt it this overwhelmingly, though, and nothing but blissful pink clouds filled his head. He could smell the manly scent of the canine pounding him, and feel his legs pinned to either side - but he wouldn't have changed any of it for the world.

"Y-yeah, take it, boy!" Bill growled, forcing the boy to take more and more of his wet pounding. He was leaking heavily, and could barely hold back. He decided not to.

"Get ready, boy, 'coz yer gonna make me cum!" He warned, speeding up his hip thrusts. He pulled the boy's legs up to his chest and instead pulling the boy's buttocks apart, forcing every last inch of his luscious, tight ass to be filled.

"Hnng! I- I can't... I...Aaahh~!"

The young pup's screams of pleasure mixed with his convulsing, squeezing ass sent the doberman over the edge. With as much force as he could muster, Bill slammed his hips against Kyle's backside, his balls grinding heavily against the tail's base as he finally released his thick, creamy load.

Kyle could feel his cheeks burning, throbbing like the still-pounding cock still inside him. He felt weak, but so, so good at the same time. He was out of breath, and winced heavily as the man began to pull out his thick length from Kyle's slightly loosened ass. "Worth every penny." he heard, before curling up among the mess he and his gentleman caller had made. He felt very warm inside, and for some reason, proud. Yeah, right? He'd done a good job! A... really good job, by the feels of it. He could still sense the hot creamy goo inside him, and he giggled weakly to himself. He'd just made his father proud, and himself some money.

"All done, are ya? Lemme show ya to the door... no, no, it's alright. Next time I'll charge half, haha. See ya next time, Bill!"

The door closed. Don walked around to the couch, and smiled down at his snoozing son; spread across the couch with one arm on his head, a smile on his face, and his fur soaked in his own love-juices. "Atta boy, Kyle." he whispered as he slipped a twenty into the young pup's sleeping paw.

"Welcome to the family business."