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When he first opened his eyes he was met with pitch black. He almost considered himself to still be asleep, but slowly the ache of a night's rest began to take hold as he realised his mind was wide awake but his body still wished to be slumbering. Max rubbed his face with one heavy paw, rolling his fingers against the backs of his eyelids as he tried to rouse himself, to adjust to the darkness and it must have still been early in the morning for it to be so dark out still. But as he drew his paw away, blinking warily into the blackness, it slowly dawned on him that he wasn't in bed in his home. No, he was somewhere else, some place much different that the sanctuary of his bedroom, and was lying flat upon his back in the middle of a murky abyss.

He sat up with a start, sharply inhaling as now his brain flooded his body with adrenaline, the fight or flight instinct kicking in to aid his chances of survival, if he were indeed in danger. Max looked around him though, peering into the vast expanse of shadows, and saw nothing. Absolutely nothing; there was nothing around for miles except the oppressive, all-consuming darkness that made up this world of limbo. Part of him considered the fact he might still be dreaming, but everything felt real, the ground beneath his body hard and solid to the touch, able to find footing as he got to his footpaws and stood, rather aimlessly, in the black ocean. He had to be dreaming... what other explanation could there be?

"Oh yes, my friend! You are indeed still very much asleep."

Max looked around for the source of the voice, its tone mischievous and playful, but there was nothing to see. Just more empty darkness. He wondered for a moment if he'd simply imagined it, his mind filling in the blankness with some kind of interaction to amuse his sleeping brain,

"No, not that either. I assure you, I'm quite real."

Again, Max looked for the perpetrator, but found no one. The voice was right in his ear though, every time, speaking in a dulcet tone enticed his soul on some primal level. It was taunting him, riling him up, all of it trying to spark a reaction out of him. That had to be it, whoever it was, they were playing games.

"Now you're cottoning on to things." As the Pitbull swivelled around on the spot, the voice emanating from somewhere behind him, his eyes adjusted as from the shadows stepped forth a rather brilliant light. So bright he was forced to lift a paw up to shield his gaze, blotting out the dazzling rays until they subsided, giving him the chance to put his arm down and finally look upon this teasing individual.

Before him stood a white entity, vaguely in the shape of a person, but the light was still just too intense to make out their features. Max had to squint as he regarded them, keeping a wary distance from this strange being as he spoke to it,

"Who are you?" He didn't move his mouth. That was weird. Like he's just imagined he'd said the words, not actually saying them himself. But he was enraptured with what this white creature was doing, who seemed be grinning back at him with a smile shrouded in black.

"Why I'm the Great Lust of course, god of pleasure, and I come bearing a special gift for you on this night."

This was insane, what was going on? All Max could seem to think about was trying to fathom just what exactly was unfolding before his very eyes. It seemed unbelievable, totally unreal, and bridged just carefully into the borderline supernatural.

"So are you just going to stand there, or do I need to coax it out of you, if you know what I mean?" The white being winked! Max swore it did. As he watched, almost mesmerised, the light around the entity seemed to glow just a touch brighter, once more causing him to clench his eyes shut to avoid being blinded, but as it subdued again, the white was fading away until an actual person stepped forth, naked for all to see, though it seemed it was only him and Max who were around.

Max was gobsmacked, as before him stood a slender looking Husky, tail swishing behind him with gleeful wags, fur fluffy and crystal white, tainted only by the lightest of greys and hues of smoky blue. The eyes were a vivid green, as they peered through the darkness and into Max's own gaze, staring him down as this dog closed the gap between them. The Pitbull couldn't help but look further down, scoping out the range of his body, the build slim and natural, without an ounce of fat, and had that alluring appeal. He wanted very much just to reach out and place his paws on those curvy hips and bring them towards his own, fingers to dig into the flesh on his waist and hold the male close to his heavy body. His instincts were telling him to dominate the slut, if even the canine were that, to throw him to his paws and knees and to mount him hard. It took all his resolve not to do just that as the Husky came closer and closer until Max was sure he could smell an unnaturally feminine musk, pheromones flooding the air that continued to make the internal conflict waging within him even harder to resist caving in to. His eyes glanced further down, spotting a rather ample sheath and balls sitting at the Husky's crotch, his brain urging him to just reach out and grope the boy, but still, Max remained firm. Something was very much wrong as the Husky stepped up to him, slender paws brushing around his hardened gut and tracing lines through his shorter coat, fingertips circling his chest.

"Why do you resist? I am here for you, after all."

"I..."

"Look at yourself, you're already naked." The canine couldn't help but look down at himself, wondering if indeed the Husky was right, and it startled to find the words coming true. He was indeed nude, not a stitch on his body leaving him exposed for all to see. His gut hung out just over his waist, leading up his blonde fur to his chest, his legs bared and even his crotch uncovered, leaving just his plump, fat sheath and even fatter balls to sit nestled just under the lip of his stomach. How the hell had he not even realised that! "That was probably because you were too busy making eyes at me."

This was bizarre. Max couldn't help but focus on the absurdity of it all. What was he even doing here, wherever here was? Why was this dog here too? Who was the Great Lust?

"Shush now, you ask too many questions," the Husky was speaking again, fingers digging against his nipples and tweaking them, sharpening Max's attention to him alone and little else. A gasp escaped his muzzle before he could stop it, but the smaller dog didn't seem to care, "A man like yourself, all trussed up in leather, you must know how to treat a bitch." The words were sultry and beguiling, but Max picked up on the oddity in his speech. Leather? Where had leather ever come into it? He was naked right now.

But, lo and behold, as he looked down, he suddenly felt the trailing straps of familiar leather hug his body. A harness was wrapping itself around his chest, the material tight and constrictive as Max tested the bonds, feeling it stretch and pull beneath his muscles. Leather chaps no adorned his legs, encasing his thighs and calves in the thick, tight garment leaving just his crotch and ass nude. Around his head was a leather hood, the weight and pull of it suddenly snapping against his face, the sensation taking him by surprise. Unlike others he'd seen, these had holes for his eyes, ears, and mouth, giving him what he assumed to be a rather terrifying and imposing presence. Beneath him, a good foot shorter, the Husky now wore similar accessories, with a collar and leash fitted to his neck with the end draped in one paw offered up the Pitbull. It was all so unreal, but Max was losing himself as the smell of leather and musk hung in the air. He was beginning to lose out to primal urges. It was difficult to just deny himself the simple pleasure of taking the Husky there and then. He could, if he wanted to. He could very just snatch the leash from his paw and have his way with the boy.

"Why don't you then?"

The Husky was practically giving him the green light to do whatever he pleased. How in his right mind could Max refuse such an offer?

Yanking the leash from the male's paw, Max shoved the dog in the shoulder, pushing him down onto the bed, the frames and covers materialising and creating themselves from nothingness. By the time the Husky had slumped onto the mattress, the bed was made and fully functional, supporting both their weight as Max climbed up on top of him. His body hung over the Husky's, lifted up on all fours, as the smaller boy was trapped beneath him, pinned under the canine's stomach.

"Yes, that's it, use me. Give in to the lust." Max couldn't hear the words anymore; it was just the tone, something soft and siren-like beneath the sound. It was so melodic and enchanting, and yet it sent him into a crazed desire to breed, like something was tapping right into his head, plumbing into his genes and bringing out the old alpha predator that lay dormant within him. Snatching at the Husky's wrists, he pulled them upwards and out, extending them until ropes coiled around the bedposts at the headboard and snaked around the male's paws, pulling taut when they'd wrapped perhaps three or four times about the wrists. Max let go only when he was certain the Husky was bound, unable to move his arms and stuck in place with the weight of the Pitbull keeping his hips from squirming anywhere. It was a sight to see, the smaller dog ensnared below him, sleek body fidgeting against the bindings, panting as arousal began to take hold. Max growled, licking his lips as he felt his cock harden and slide out of his sheath, his paw darting down to grasp and stroke his member, smearing pre all across his shaft. He would make the boy take it, any hole he could, dominate him in any way possible.

Max's imagination worked to concoct a filthy idea that brought a sly grin to his chops, as he pulled himself back into a kneeling position, his crotch pressed up tightly to the Husky's own, their balls meeting and mashed together, feeling the heat of their bodies radiate into one. The smell was getting to him, his vision clouding as the dog continued to speak in such magical ways, everything just melting into one massive surge to get his blood pumping,

"What are you going to do now, big guy? You wanna fuck me, don't you? I've got such pretty lips and a nice tight ass..."

"No..."

A flash of confusion came across the Husky's face, but it lit up once again when he felt the Pitbull's paws groping across his sheath. He let out a soft moan as Max's fingers dug across the fuzzy flesh until he found the opening, and with his fingertips pushing inside, he prised apart the opening as wide as he could. There wasn't an ounce of protest coming from the Husky, which was all he needed to proceed with his plan. He pulled and stretched at the opening until he was sure it was wide enough, and then he repositioned himself, turning around atop the male's body so that his back was now to the dog, staring down his legs as he sat on his flat belly, grinding his weight onto the male.

Max angled his cock down, holding open the male's sheath, before he eased himself forward. His slippery tip poked and prodded at the narrow opening but once he gained purchase and found his mark, he pushed inwards. The velvety insides of another man's sheath began to engulf his own as he invaded the Husky's crotch, pushing his cock further and further into the fleshy tomb that seemed only to expand even more. It was moving beyond the realm of possibility, but the feeling was indescribable and too much to simply deny. Max kept pushing, rocking his hips back and forth as he felt his cock grinding against the Husky's still flaccid member, spewing out spurts of pre as he used the Husky's 'hole', if it could even be called that.

"Yes," the Husky drawled, "You're such a dirty beast. Fuck my sheath!"

His paws were braced on the Husky's thighs as he rode on top of him, cock pushing and squirming into the dog's sheath as it encased his own cock, the flesh pulled taut and stretched over his own, like a glove or a sleeve, perfectly formed to his bloated meat. It was like someone was jacking him off, tugging and sliding along his shaft as constant spurts of his own and the Husky's pre flooded the sheath until it was almost impossible to keep inside long enough to enjoy the sensations. His knot was already swelling, but it would be a waste to tie and cum in the sheath, as much as the idea enticed him. No, he wanted his load to be put to better use.

"I want to fuck your mouth."

"Go ahead, daddy, my muzzle's all yours."

"I was growing bored with your sheath anyway."

He let his cock pull free of the Husky, his aforementioned sheath drooping and dripping against his abdomen now that Max's member was no longer occupying it, leaving behind just a vacant space that caved in on itself. But it wasn't of the Pitbull's concern. Instead he once again found himself turning around to face the bound Husky, dick covered in the slime of pre-cum, letting it hang just before the male's waiting muzzle. Green eyes glanced up from the monster towards Max, a coy smirk on his lips,

"What are you waiting for?"

Max didn't need another invitation; instead he lunged his hips forward, paws grabbing at the headboard, as he watched the Husky open his maw wide, taking in the cock with expert skill, like he'd performed the task over and over. There wasn't even an ounce of gagging on the Husky's part as the Pitbull felt himself bottom out in the warm, wet mouth, his knot swallowed down too by those succulent lips. His shaft was buried deep in the boy's throat, feeling the tight passage constrict and convulse over every inch that Max fed him. It was phenomenal as the male massaged his member, the throat just as good as any ass, and the canine found himself humping the muzzle with no remorse, his ball sack banging against his chin and that nose prodding him in his pubes, burrowed into the musk that surely must have been building. The scent of their sex was heavy, laden in the air now like a thick fog that Max continued to breathe deeply as he let his tongue loll out from his muzzle, giving in to his wanton desire to just pump the dog's mouth to his heart's content. A slick tongue worked against his sensitive flesh as he pummelled his dick in and out, letting that knot pop past those lips only to slam right back into them. All the while, he had thought by now he would hear some kind of desperate plea to stop, but no, the Husky didn't even retch or heave as he allowed Max to use his mouth as a fuck-toy, the occasionally gurgle and soft moan escaping through what little air he must have been breathing. It seemed almost improbable that the boy hadn't even choked yet for air, but still Max kept humping and no motion was given for him to stop or lay off.

As he carried on indulging himself and truly relishing the dog's muzzle, he could still hear the dog speaking, though it seemed anatomically impossible. But undeniably it was his voice speaking to Max, and it whispered such naughty, dark things into his ears that only made him want to breed the poor dog even more,

"You can be as rough as you like you know? I won't break. You can't hurt me."

A growl from Max silenced the voice, only momentarily, for it soon started up again, swirling about his head, seeding his brain with dirty thoughts,

"You know you want to ruin my ass, so why don't you? Nobody has to know, just you and I."

"I'll fucking breed you alright!" Max snapped at open air, baring his fangs as abruptly he tore his cock free from the willing muzzle with a lewd slurp, "I'll fuck you until you can't even walk right!"

The Husky, against all the odds and despite the situation, just giggled, his tail wagging beneath him across the covers,

"Oh, a challenge!" He gave an innocent, coquettish smile, "Let's see if you can really follow through..."

Max was beyond caring at this point. Whether this Husky was just some strange ethereal entity or not, if everything was real or just a figment of his imagination, he didn't care. The toying, the torment, the taunts, it was all going to end finally when he fucked the life right out of the male. He shuffled back on his legs, pulling the Husky's limbs from under him and leant his hips back to expose his ass. Holding him at the backs of the knees, Max kept on pushing the Husky's legs until the ropes extended from the bedposts, turned alive by the vicinity until they once more coiled about the ankles of the male, keeping him in position. It finally gave the Pitbull a chance to settle back and look at what he had to work with.

Amidst a fuzzy cleft of soft white fur was a tantalising pink hole, puckered and winking as it flexed before Max's very eyes. He couldn't wait to feel it wrapped around his dick, but first he had to work open the hole. Even if it was only an action Max had turned into habit, he licked his fingers and brought his paw down to the quivering ass, digits pushing at the entrance until they sank inside. Greedily the hole ate his fingers up, easily taking two a first, then three, until Max was pumping four in and out of the Husky's slick ass, no resistance met as he continued to finger-fuck the male until he was groaning in anticipated frustration.

"When are you going to fuck me? I want you to knot me until I pass out, daddy!"

Another snarl from the Pitbull; he didn't appreciate the little slut calling him out, taunting him as he did so freely and openly despite the whole situation. Max pulled his paw out, wiping his fingers across the Husky's backside, before he took a hold of his cock and positioned the tip at his waiting entrance. Thumb pressed down on his head, he pushed gently and eased his member inside, feeling the hole flex and then push back, greeting more and more of his shaft as his dark pink flesh pushed into the lighter rim. The warmth was immediate, the dog's guts swallowing his cock like a long lost friend, enclosing around his cock and stroking across every possible inch that could be covered. It was sensational, the feeling rocketing through Max's body like nothing he'd quite ever felt before. As more and more of his length sunk into the Husky, the more the feeling grew, until it was sparking along every nerve ending and along every bone, rushing all to his head which tried to process each wave of pleasure as it came. It was supernaturally good, the Husky a natural bottom for any male, as his eyes closed and mouth held agape in a silent moan. Max just growled, cherishing the feeling of his cock tucked in tight into another male's body, and he leant his weight forward to press his knot up close to the hole so he could be as deep as possible inside the smaller canine.

By yet another impossibility though, as he did lean his hips against the Husky's ass, he felt the hole open up, as if unhindered by any sense of pain or discomfort, and both men let out a loud, startled gasp as Max's knot was sucked into the Husky's waiting ass. For a moment Max didn't say anything, he merely looked down at his groin which was now flush with the dog's cheeks, and marvelled at the fact that with little work and practically no need to work up to it, he was now tied with Husky and free to knot-fuck the dog to his heart's content. The leather of his legs was pressed up close to the dog's buttocks, Max loving the feeling of being clad in so much gear, knot buried in the Husky's hole, and given free rein on abusing the dog's body for as much as he wanted; truth be told, it was a dream come true, and he couldn't have been happier as he pulled his hips back, watching his knot stretch the rim until it met the brink of his cock before sucking back out suddenly. Not even a whimper was heard from the Husky, who just smiled knowingly at the Pitbull, tail still wagging ever so slightly as he watched the dog fuck him hard.

Max drew himself back until only his head remained inside the Husky's hole, and then ploughed right back in, slamming with a mighty force that rattled the whole bed, knot shoved hard into the hole. A rude, lewd pop was heard amidst the sound of squelching pre and an ass rushing to accommodate Max's length, but it didn't matter to him. He loved the sounds the dog's ass made when he fucked it, drawing his cock back again only to let his weight help ram it back home into the Husky's hole, feeling the guts shudder under his fucking. Again the knot would sink right into the hole only to be lurched free again with a tug of Max's hips, fucking the fat bulbous flesh in and out of the Husky's body with no degree of care of caution. He didn't need to as their groans and grunts of pleasure became one, mixing the gruff Pitbull's tone with the Husky's more seductive one, the noise only driving Max madder with lust. Every time he was teased by the dog beneath him, each time he thought the dog was goading him along, he would speed up, rutting the dog's ass harder and faster. His lips were peeling back as he bared his teeth, loud snarls and growls rising up in his chest as he hunched himself over the Husky's body, raising one leg to better angle himself down into the gaping hole he was now wrecking with his knot, his thick inches delving deeper and deeper into those guts with only one keen intent in mind. It was all Max could really think about, his need to breed and flood the bitch's guts with his seed and show him truly who the alpha dog was.

"Yes, do it," the voice spoke up again, just as Max was bearing down the finishing straight as he felt his orgasm building, prickles along his skin putting him on edge, "Show me what you can do. Claim your reward!"

With one last final triumphant growl, Max's teeth snapped at the air as he barked and howled, slamming his hips down hard into the glistening hole already leaking his foamy white pre that bubbled past the rim. He pushed his crotch in as deep as he could whilst he rode out his climax, feeling the pulses and jets of cum shoot into the Husky's hole. The boy just writhed in his bindings, groaning and panting as Max filled him with his cum, pumping that knot back and forth until the Pitbull was sure he was pretty much spent. He then was content to just pull his knot free and slip it back inside past the ruined rim as his member softened, humping the dog's stretched and gaping hole as the sensation subsided, savouring the feeling of a sticky, bred hole wrapped around his cock.

"Who's the bitch now?" Max sneered, smirking as he softly fucked the Husky's ass whilst he glowered down at him.

"It would appear that I am," the Husky said, a small smile tugging at his lips, "But it seems the night is over, and it's no longer your special night."

In a hazy blur that even Max couldn't focus on, as he felt his eyes growing heavy and his body sluggish, the bed disappeared beneath their bodies, his cock slopped free with a lecherous squelch from the hole that had cushioned it so, and the leather from his body warped away, leaving him once again naked, only with a spent cock dripping jizz onto the floor. The Husky melted away back into whiteness, and then began to fade away altogether, the darkness latching onto his body and pulling him in, though the voice continued to speak all the same as the Pitbull found himself falling to the floor, collapsing slowly, his mind drifting off into unconsciousness,

"Until next year, my friend, and we can try something new then."

~ ~ ~

When he first opened his eyes he was met with the dulled light of his bedroom. Max sat up in bed, blearily rubbing the sleep from his sockets, as he glanced about. Nothing was out of place, he was back home, safe and sound, the sheets draped across his naked body just as it had done when he'd laid down to rest for the night. His memory was not with him though, as vague sensations and thoughts seemed to blink in and out of the forefront of his mind, like something short term that was fizzling out like a broken fuse. He was missing something though; something important and phenomenal that was now evading him, a dream that refused to be caught.

Fatigued with exhaustion still and doggedly tired, Max glanced over at his alarm clock. It was still in the early hours of the morning, with the dawning light peeking in through the curtains at his window, but much too soon for the Pitbull's pleasure. The date on the digital dial of the clock though read that it was the day after his birthday, his mind realising perhaps why he was so scattered was due to the crazy party he'd had the day before, running long into the evening until he'd collapsed into bed.

Something sticky and wet distracted him though, something between his legs. Curious, he lifted up the covers, peering down to his crotch, only to find a darkened patch of sheets where his cock lay, stuck to his abdomen with dried cum, the stench of musk and seed potent as it wafted free from the tomb of the bedding. Max snorted. He must have had a wet dream or something, and definitely a good one at that, it would seem. Fuck it, he supposed, he would just have to wash his sheets later. He was too tired to deal with it now. If anything, it felt like he'd just run a marathon. Either that or it was the outlandish idea that he'd just had sex. But that was absurd. All he'd done was go to sleep on his own and had a pleasant dream.

Max lay back down onto his bed, kicking the ruined sheets from his body and opting to just lie in the nude, basking in the easy warmth of the coming day. He let his head hit the pillows with a heavy sigh and slid his eyes shut, wishing he could relive whatever gratifying dream he'd just had to give him what looked to be a fantastic orgasm. But the more he dwelled on it the more it seemed to bleed away from his grasp, until it just became a fuzzy note in the back of his mind. Above it all though was something, a voice, still whispering in his subconscious, still pulling the strings as he was lulled back into a dozing snooze, napping until the morning sun came in full force,

"Yes, next year, for certain. The Great Lust will see you again next year on your special night..."