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Toby Gets An Uncle

Toby's phone was ringing when he walked in the door. Expecting it to be from work he didn't hurry to answer but instead let the machine pick it up and listened to the outgoing message play while setting down the mail and his satchel. The tone telling the caller to leave their message sounded, followed by a deep, very masculine voice; Toby hurried over to grab the pawset.

"Hey son', said the voice, "Give me a .."

"Hi Daddy, I'm here." Toby said when he had the phone in paw. "What's up?"

"Hey there, boy. I just wanted to give a call and see what you were doing tonight. Your Daddy sure would love to get to see you if you're free."

"That'd be great, Sir, I'd love to see you, too. When do you want me to come over?"

"Let's see.. its 5:30 now and I've got a couple of things I need to do yet so why don't you be here at 7:15. If I'm not back yet, just let yourself on in and be ready for me."

"Yes, Sir. I'll be there then and ready to go."

"Good boy. See you then."

Toby hung up the phone and went into his bedroom where he undressed so he could shower and clean up. Anyone watching would have seen a chubby St. Bernard in his mid twenties, about 5'8" and around 280 lbs. The weight was fairly evenly distributed around his body giving him nice thick legs and arms, a nice belly and well padded ass. Behind his glasses were dark brown eyes that sometimes seemed green (they had been known to change colors briefly under the right circumstances). His coloration was mostly dark and light brown patches on his head and back with a cream colored underbelly and a dark brown tail which was wagging uncontrollably at the moment as it always did when he was excited. His sheath was swelling slightly as he thought about what he would be doing later with his Daddy; his large balls hanging low but pulling up slightly as his member began to swell. He turned and padded into the bathroom, turning on the water in the shower to warm the water up. Not only did he need to shower after the long day at work, he needed to clean out a bit as well in preparation and he had the perfect thing for that; just the week before he'd gotten an enema nozzle that would screw into the paw-held shower hose and now was the perfect time to use it. He got it out and stepped into the shower.

An hour later Toby was dressed and heading out the door, still a little damp but feeling clean inside and out. His thoughts were on the fur he was going to see as he got in his car and began the short drive over. Daddy George was a large black Labrador in his mid 50's; 6'2", 325 lbs, solid black fur all over. Very well endowed with huge balls held close to his body and a long, thick shaft which had a substantial knot at its base. While most of his weight was muscle, George was well padded with a nice belly. He and Toby had met some months before at a meeting of a local "Big Furs" club; Toby had been standing off to the side very shy about meeting anyone when George came over to him and started talking. They went home together that night and had been friends ever since. George very much enjoyed playing with his son and Toby loved letting the older fur dominate in their play.

Arriving at George's house Toby saw that his Daddy was home. Exiting his car he went to the door and rang the bell, excited and nervous as he always was and eager to please his Daddy. He willed his tail to stop its frantic wagging and had managed to damp it down to a slow wave when the door opened and Daddy George stood there before him in boxers and a t-shirt, the crotch of the shorts already bulging and a distinct, thick line showing under the t-shirt as well with a growing wet spot at its upper end.

"You're two minutes late, boy." said George as he opened the screen door and ushered Toby in.

"I'm sorry, Sir" said Toby, not offering any explanation. There had been an accident that slowed traffic but that didn't matter; he was late and was going to be punished he knew.. and honestly was eager for it. Daddy George's punishments always left them both hornier than before for which reason Toby was sometimes intentionally a bit late.

"Go on back to the bedroom and get those clothes off, boy. I'll be along in a moment."

"Yes, Sir" Toby said. As he walked down the hallway he heard the sound of the phone being picked up and a number being dialed. George still had an old rotary dial phone in that room and it made a distinctive noise when used. As he reached the bedroom Toby could hear George talking quietly with whomever he had called but his voice was too low to be understood. As curious as he was about who was being called he went ahead and got undressed and then knelt on the floor with his head bowed and his paws behind his back, looking very submissive. His shaft was hard and fully extended from its sheath both cock and sheath glistening with the pre that had already begun to run down it and onto his balls.

"Well, boy, how shall we punish your tardiness today?" George said as he entered the room. He walked up to Toby and stood in front of him, his crotch directly against the his boy's face. Toby could feel the heat from George's body and his nose filled with the scent of a very aroused male. His shaft got a little bit harder and he let out a little moan but didn't say anything as George continued talking. "I think I have just the thing. Get up and stand with your legs apart."

Toby complied and stood, placing his foot-paws about 3 feet apart, keeping his hand-paws still behind his back and head still down. George moved a chair in front of the Toby so that when he sat down he would be facing the extremely turned on pup. He then stepped behind Toby and made a blindfold out of a bandanna which he placed around the young fur's head to cover his eyes, plunging him into darkness. Toby could no longer see what was being done but heard George walk around and sit in the chair. Several minutes passed with nothing further happening when suddenly...

* Smack *

George gave Toby's hanging balls a firm swat from underneath, enjoying the sharp * yip * he elicited from his boy. He wrapped his paw around the twitching sack and squeezed and tugged on it and its contents. He loved his pup's testicles; they were both a nice size and hung low enough for George to get three of his thick digits around the scrotum with only a little stretching of things. If he added the fourth digit it applied enough pressure to make Toby squirm. Today, however, called for something else. Taking a thin rope in his paws he began to loop it around the dangling sack in front of him, starting where the scrotum met the body and keeping the loops as tight as he felt was safe forming a tube around the skin. Each pass of the rope extended the tube a little bit more pushing against both balls below and the loop above. When he could fit all four digits around the tube George added one more loop of tope and then stopped and tied the rope off. By this time Toby was feeling a good bit of discomfort but that changed as he felt a hot, wet tongue begin to lick up the pre that was all over his cock. Moaning softly Toby shivered from the sensations, his tail vibrating. George stood, wrapping his arms around his young lover, one hand behind Toby's head and pulling it toward his own. Muzzles pressed together they kissed long and hard, tongues intertwining and wrestling.

Some time later George broke the kiss and said to Toby, "Keeping your balls tied all evening will be your punishment for being late tonight, boy."

"Yes, Sir", replied Toby. This was his favorite of George's "punishments" and he was so aroused now he could barely think straight.

"Now, boy, get your Daddy undressed and lets have some fun."

Toby felt of George and slid his paws down to the base of the t-shirt, took hold of the fabric and began to slide it upward. George assisted by raising his arms so that his boy could get the shirt off of him. As it cleared his armpits Toby took advantage of the situation and leaned in, burying his muzzle under his Daddy's left arm. The scent of his clean, sweaty Daddy filled his nose and sent another surge of hormones raging through him. While finishing removing the shirt from him Toby began to lick George's underarm which elicited moans of pleasure from the older fun. George had showered before running his errands but hadn't put on any deodorant which meant that he had sweat just enough to have a definite scent but not enough to be unpleasant and there would no chemicals to interfere; a tongue full of deodorant was LESS than sexy he well knew. Toby worked on the one side for several minutes then licked and nibbled his way across his Daddy's chest to the other pit where he repeated the tongue bath. George eventually guided the boy's head up and kissed him deeply.

"Kneel down, boy, and get my shorts off."

"Yessir", said Toby as he lowered himself, slowly licking down George's body as he did so. He avoided the engorged sheath, licking as closely to it as he could without actually touching it. George moaned and murred his pleasure, scritching Toby's head all the while.

Toby had lowered himself to his knees he reached both paws up and pulled his Daddy's shorts down, holding them about 6" from the floor as George stepped out of them. Toby tossed them to the side and then leaned forward and buried his muzzle in the crotch in front of him, his broad tongue sliding out and caressing the large, dark ballsack therein. The taste and scent were again boring into his brain and flipping all the switches of rationality off. He loved being this way, letting himself go completely like this, knowing that his Daddy George would do nothing to hurt him. He licked his way upward, back and forth across the sheath, feeling the slightly engorged knot as he passed it on his way to the tip of the rapidly thickening shaft. He reached the tip and gently took it into his mouth, letting it fill his muzzle as he lowered his head down on it. George had his paws on his boy's head firmly, guiding him down. He held Toby's head still for a moment, the sensation of the hot mouth around him sending waves of pleasure through him.

"Yeah, boy," he said. "Suck your Daddy's dick". He relaxed his arms but kept his paws loosely on Toby's head as the young fur took the rest of the shaft into his muzzle and then began to slowly work up and down on it, his own arms wrapped around Georges body, paws idly rubbing up and down massaging back and butt and tail. This went on for some time, neither of them knew how long. Several times George came close to orgasm but he would tense his hands on Toby's head and the pup would stop, simply holding his Daddy's hardness in his mouth for a time until the paws would relax, at which point he would continue. After about the fifth time of that, George stepped back, his shaft slipping out of Toby's mouth with a slurping sound.

"Get up on the bed, boy. You know how I want you; on all fours, with your tail on the edge."

Toby got up and stood, having lost track of which way he was facing. George gently guided him to the king size bed and waited while his pup got on it and positioned himself with head his toward the middle and his rear paws just at the edge. The again furiously wagging tail fanned the air as George approached his eager boy from behind. Kneeling down, he began to lick the exposed tailhole, running his tongue around it while tugging on the tied sack dangling below. He could feel shivers run through the pup's body with each lick and tug, accompanied by soft whimpers and moans. This was one of his favorite parts of their play, knowing how much pleasure he was giving Toby as he got him relaxed and ready to be mounted. He worked his tongue in deeper, the tailhole giving way and opening up more as the hot, wet tongue massaged it. George reached under Toby's belly and coated his paw with some of the large amount of pre his boy was generating, then ran a wet digit over and gently into the waiting hole. Toby gasped at the invasion, then murred and pushed back trying to get more inside of him. George gave a couple of more licks, enjoying the taste of his boy's sweet precum before standing and and taking his own shaft in hand.

"Oh Daddy," Toby moaned, "please fuck me. I need to have you inside of me, Sir, please."

George placed the head of his shaft against the tailhole in front of him, the tip inside just a little as he allowed his own pre to add to the saliva soaked wetness. Placing his paws on Toby's hips he began to slowly slide himself into the eagerly waiting pup. Even though he knew Toby could take him all the way inside, he worked his way in slowly, sliding in a bit, then out a bit less, then in again until he was buried inside his boy up to his throbbing knot. Toby was moaning and whimpering in pleasure, squeezing himself tightly around George's shaft then relaxing. They both stayed still for a few minutes, lost in the feeling of being joined into one creature, crotch to tail, in the most intimate act possible for two males, then George began to slowly pull back and slide out. When he was almost all the way out he reversed and started back in again, moving slightly faster. He repeated this again and again, in and out, faster each time until he had a steady, rapid rhythm going. Toby was not passive, he would meet each thrust with his own, forcing himself back onto his Daddy's shaft, wanting to feel the hard knot slip into him but also not wanting it just yet, not wanting it to end.

"Yeah, boy, yeah... take your Daddy's cock. You like that boy?"

"Yessir, I do.. please don't stop.. fuck me, Daddy, fuck me!"

A deep voice Toby had never heard before said "Damn, George, I see you started without me!"

"Yeah, Frank, I couldn't keep my boy waiting," said George. "Toby, son, this here is my brother Frank. Say hello to your uncle!"

End Part I