Mutt

Mutt Part 11

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Mutt Part 11

Friday evening after I got home Max met me at the car so he could open the door for me. It was really a small thing but he took it way more seriously than I did. He was always so eager to please me. It wasn't something that was feigned to curry favor, he really did worship the ground I walked on.

After he took care of the door he grabbed my brief case and followed me to the house. After opening the door for me and closing it behind me he knelt down and untied my shoes. He hung up my jacket in the foyer closet and set my shoes inside it before grabbing a pair of slippers and putting them on my feet. He took off my tie and then unbuttoned the top button of my dress shirt.

"Thank you Max. I feel much more relaxed now." I said as I headed toward my room with Max following me. When I got into my room Max started to further undress me. First he removed my shirt and put it into a hamper. Then he knelt in front of me and eagerly started working on my pants. He soon had the belt removed, the button undone and the zipper down. He slid them down over my thin hips and down my legs until my tail had completely escaped the tailhole. He let them slip down my legs to the floor. I stepped out of them leaving my silk boxers and my dress socks as my only apparel.

He stuck his muzzle inside my fly and inhaled deeply, letting it out with a contented sigh. He turned his eyes up and looked at me questioningly.

"Not right now Max." I said rubbing his ears approvingly.

He still said nothing but removed my silk boxers and and then my socks. He grabbed a pair of terrycloth lounging shorts and a pair of slippers and put them on me. Then we walked out to the pool where Anna Mae was lounging. I got into a lounger right beside her while Max went back into the house.

In a few moments he came back out with a snifter and a bottle of Laird's Rare 12 Year Old Apple Brandy. He poured some into the glass and handed it to me. He'd brought a bottle of coke out for Anna Mae, she needed to limit her intake of alcohol since she was more than likely pregnant.

"Max quit being so fucking formal. Change into some shorts, grab a snifter and come back out and join us." Anna Mae ordered. Max immediately conformed to her demands. We didn't say anything to each other. I just leaned back into my lounger and sipped my brandy. I was getting more of a taste for fine spirits, just not as fine as the ones Dad bought.

It didn't take long for Max to get changed and grab a snifter on the way out. He poured himself a drink and sat down in a chair across from us, ready to hop up and fulfill any of our requests. And I mean any of them...

"So how did your day go Ethan?" Anna Mae asked.

I'd told her each day when I'd gotten home about the purebred VP that I'd broken in that day. Hearing about me dominating a big powerful purebred always made her hot. For that matter it turned Max on too. It usually ended up with us all in bed together.

But today had been my biggest coup. While Bryan tended to be a legend in his own mind, he had still managed mostly through bluster and sheer arrogance to inflate his own importance. Most of the dogs other than Dad backed down from him because of his size and bluster.

"I broke in Bryan today..." I started.

"Ooohhh! Tell us about it." Anna Mae squealed and sat up straighter.

I told them all about how he had put up a big fight and how I'd forced him to submit. They were on the edge of their seats as I told them. Each of them was fondling themselves while they listened raptly.

"Did you know that Bryan Jr. is your half brother?" I asked Anna Mae.

"I never thought about it but now that you mention it he does look a lot like Daddy." Anna Mae said with a giggle.

"Well he's about to have a mutt as a pup also..." I said with a grin.

"You're kidding!" Anna Mae said with a squeal, obviously even more aroused by the prospect.

"I had no intention of doing it originally but after the things he said about me he left me no choice. Besides Dad said that they needed to be willing to do anything for me that they were willing to do for him."

She stood up, slipped off her bikini bottom and knelt next to the lounger. She moved her tail up and to the side. Her pussy was winking at me but her asshole looked much more inviting.

I got behind her and lined my rampant erection up with her tight little asshole. It always felt so much better than her pussy since it had never been stretched by anyone other than myself. I eased myself in until my balls rested against her taint. I no time I was jackhammering her little brown star.

Max wasn't left out. He got on his knees beside her and started to lick her pussy while I pounded away at her. It didn't take long for her to start cumming violently. I didn't want to tie with her in such an awkward position, so I pulled out before I tied with her. I didn't need to cum right now anyway. I had other plans for that.

Anna Mae just lay on her chest on the lounger as she panted from the exertion of her orgasm. She wasn't in heat, which is a redundant statement being as she was more than likely already pregnant. When they weren't in heat it took a lot to get them turned on to the point that they wanted sex. And that meant a really dominant dog, which she was obviously starting to feel that I was. But even that wasn't likely to get them to go for a second round.

Instead we just continued to lounge around the pool. Max and I had a couple of snifters of brandy and Anna Mae had a couple of bottles of coke before she got tired. She seemed to have less and less energy as her pregnancy progressed. Which left Max and I to our own devices. There was a Marlins game on TV. I still didn't understand the game of baseball yet but I figured I needed to learn since I would be hosting plenty of company Presidents and even politicians at our corporate box. It wouldn't look good if I was ignorant of the game.

Fortunately Max was well versed in most sports and he had lettered in football, basketball and baseball in high school. "Max can you help me learn about baseball?" I asked. "Sure. What do you want to know?" He asked.

"Everything! Just assume I don't know a fucking thing about the game. I've never played it and the game I went to with Dad was the first time I've ever watched it being played."

"You've never played baseball?" He asked incredulously.

"I've never played any sport. I'm not exactly built for it and when I was in school I wasn't one of the more popular pups. Plus at our school, being a private school, phys ed wasn't a required subject." I said taking a long slug on my current snifter of brandy.

It was a beautiful evening. The weather was warm but there was a nice cool breeze blowing in from the ocean. There was a huge eighty inch TV out by the pool that was sheltered from the weather. We pulled some loungers in front of it and turned the TV on just as the pregame show was over.

I didn't care about the pregame show just yet. Before I learned about the players I wanted to at least get a better grip on the game. We sat down on the loungers as the game started. I remembered most of the rules that Dad had explained to me, but not everything happens in every game. So Max started from scratch since he didn't know what Dad had told me and what I remembered. I sat with rapt attention as the game unfolded. I still didn't quite understand the attraction of the game, but I was looking at it as a subject I had to learn. I didn't have to love it, I just needed to understand it.

At the end of the first inning I realized that I was out of brandy and before I even asked Max had refilled each of our snifters. As he returned mine to me I pulled him down onto my lounger. They were well built so they could handle both of our weights. I pulled his right arm over my shoulder and rested my head on his powerful chest.

To my surprise it felt really good to have him hold me. The only one that had been holding me like that was Dad. I may have been Max's alpha but he was so strong. I sighed as I snuggled against his chest.

He continued to explain the game as it went on, both of us pausing between batters to get another sip of the delicious brandy. Neither of us was that used to having the finer things of life, but Max was even less used to it than I was. I still wasn't used to drinking alcohol and at less than a hundred pounds it didn't take much for me to get a bit tipsy. Max was more than twice my weight and he'd had much more experience drinking than I did.

The longer the game went on the less and less I was able to concentrate on the game and the more and more I thought about the hunk I was cuddling with. I thought about how much he loved me, or should I say how much he literally worshiped me. When we were down to the final out I slipped my paw down his short and felt for his doghood. It was rock hard and had about two inches peeking out of his sheath. He let out a contented sigh as I slid his sheath up and down his cock with my tiny paw. The last Brave flied out to end the game just then.

"Do you want to watch the post game show?" Max asked.

"No. Why don't we have our own post game show in your room." I said attempting and failing to stand up.

"Relax Master." He said before cradling me in his powerful arms and lifting me effortlessly. He carried me to his room, laying me gently on the bed. He undressed me, then stripped himself before getting into bed with me.

I was incredibly relaxed. Soon Max was bent over me, lovingly sucking on my cock. But that wasn't what I really wanted. I'd never asked him before but this time I said, "Max can you lick my asshole?"

"Of course Master. If that's what you want I'd be more than glad to do it for you."

I pulled my legs to my chest exposing my nether regions. It always felt good when Dad did it to me before he fucked me. It didn't feel any less good when Max did it. I had him stop while I got onto my knees and presented myself to him again. He continued to lick my pucker which was getting more relaxed by the minute.

He had no idea on what was coming next. No one other than Dad had ever fucked me, but I was determined that that was going to change. I don't think anyone loved me more than Max. Not Dad... Not even Anna Mae...

"Max I want you in me!" I said emphatically.

"What do you want Master?" He said incredulously.

"You heard me correctly. I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you in me." I said, reaching back and sliding his sheath up and down his thick eight and a half inches of maleness.

"Master that's just the brandy talking..."

"Don't you love me?" I asked in a feigned pout.

"Of course I love you Master. I love you more than anyone. That's why I'm not going to take advantage of you when you're drunk. You're the Alpha dog of this house and the Alpha dog of your company. A miserable mutt like myself has no business even thinking about sticking his worthless cock into you."

"You will not talk about yourself like that in my presence ever again. You mean more to me than any of those big powerful purebreds that I've been fucking. None of them will ever stick his cock in me. But you on the other hand... I'd feel honored to share my body with you."

"But you're my Alpha and my Master..."

"And I'll still be both of those when we're done. Unless you think that that would make you my Master?"

"Heavens no Master..."

"Well mount me and give me your best..." I said, doing my best to make my asshole wink at him.

He got into position and centered himself on my asshole. He fumbled around a bit. I could tell he was uncertain and trying to buy time. But I could also tell that it was just his mind that was uncertain. I could feel the pre just squirting out of his cock onto my asshole in its eagerness.

"Come on Max. You're not a virgin any more. Get busy." I said with a grin as I stared up at him.

"I am too. I've still never fucked a guy before." He said with a chuckle which seemed to break the ice.

Finally he placed the head of his cock onto my pucker. Even with as much as he was packing he went in easily since I was used to Dad. He eased it in until he bottomed out and his big balls came to rest against my little sack.

"You're even tighter than Anna Mae. I'm not hurting you am I?" He asked with concern.

I reached back, grabbed his wrist and guided his paw to my steel hard erection. Instinctively his paw closed around it. "Does that feel like I'm in pain?" I asked with a drunken little giggle.

"No Master it doesn't." He replied with a giggle just a silly.

Soon he was working his cock in and out with a nice rhythm. Not vigorously, a gentle but firm long dicking that felt so good. The brandy was really affecting me, but in a good way. Everything seemed slower and more sensuous as he made love to me. And that's really what it was. When Dad fucked me it was much more him dominating me. Jamming his huge cock into my willing body as he fucked me into an eager submission.

Max on the other hand was still the sub, despite the fact that he was the top. He was still the one emitting submissive pheromones and despite my inebriation I was still pumping out dominance pheromones.

Max was bent over my body. His paws were caressing my nipples and he was licking my right ear gently as he sensuously caressed my prostate with his big cock. I soon noticed that he was just starting to knot up.

"Master am I supposed to tie with you?" He asked unsure of what he should do.

"Of course! I want to give myself to you completely." I replied and to emphasize it I clamped my sphincter down behind his knot.

Instinctively he started the short sharp thrusts that we all used to seat our knot into our mates. I could feel his knot swelling in me. He had a significantly sized knot, but it wasn't anywhere near as large as Dad's. But that worked well for the way he made love to me.

He grunted quietly as he started to cum in me. While he may have been gentle he came in big high velocity squirts. I could feel his seed jetting into me. My sphincter clenched down on him a couple more times involuntarily and then I started to cum onto the bed.

We were both panting at this point while we succumbed to our orgasms. When we calmed down some I said. "Go ahead and lower us to the bed."

He hooked one paw around my waist pulling me close to his groin and lay us down on our sides. There was no way we would have come apart, his knot was to big to pull out without an awful lot of force but it kept it from being painful.

I leaned back against him. If I was a cat I would have purred in contentment. I grabbed his arms and pulled them around my chest. "Hold me Max." I said and he tightened his arms around my chest as he continued to pulse into me.

"I've told you time and time again not to undervalue yourself. You're only the second dog that's ever fucked me. And the other one is the most dominant dog in the world. You're the only other dog that I feel is worthy of taking me."

"I still don't understand Master..." He said almost in a whisper.

"Just think about it whenever you feel the need to browbeat yourself on how worthless you are. I value you more than you can even begin to imagine." I replied. And with that we both drifted off to sleep.

On Monday morning we had our weekly staff meeting at 8 AM. All of the VPs seemed to respect me more than before, even the ones that hadn't contributed to my "Stain of Shame" yet. I guess the word was getting around that I wasn't to be messed with and that I didn't tolerate bullshit at all. Maybe the fact that the guys coming out of my office smelled like Alpha dog piss made them take notice...

Bryan was really subdued during the meeting. He was usually boisterous to the point of being obnoxious, but he just sat at attention highly focused on the meeting. For a change he was actually listening to what the others were saying. In the past it seemed like he was only interested in hearing his own voice.

To my surprise he approached me after the meeting and asked, "Sir can I meet with you sometime today?"

"Sure Bryan. Just check with Tracy and find out when I have an opening in my schedule. What did you want to talk about?" I asked.

"I'd rather not talk about it here in public..." He said with more than a little embarrassment, then turned and walked away briskly.

I walked back to my office. I still got a smile whenever I saw the sign on my door, Ethan Rhodes President. It was still hard to believe.

I had a conference call scheduled at nine with some important customers. Some of them didn't know I was a Mutt but a majority did. And despite that I seemed to be able to gain their confidence with my intelligence.

I had a couple of other meetings with some of the other VPs. They were relatively uneventful but productive. The team seemed to be pulling together like Dad had always had them doing. I didn't have to do it better than Dad, I just had to keep the team pulling together.

At eleven AM I was sitting at my desk going over a proposal when I heard a knock on the door. "Come in." I said absentmindedly.

The door opened and Bryan walked in. He was still a 6' 9" Great Dane but all the arrogance seemed to have left him. "Good morning Bryan." I offered.

"Good morning Sir." He said very deferentially as he started to unbutton his suit jacket as he walked toward the desk. He took it off and draped it over the back of the chair. Then he took off his tie and placed it on top of his jacket.

"What do you have on your mind Bryan?" I asked bemusedly.

He was already unbuttoning his shirt. "I had the whole weekend to contemplate what happened last Friday..." He paused to take his shirt off and draped it over the other clothes on the back of the chair. I paused to notice how handsome he was. He wasn't as muscular as Dad but he was about an inch taller and had good muscular definition. His eight-pack abs were obvious under his tight short coat. His chest was more than adequate and he had decent biceps. If he decided to he could squash me like a grape. I was only five feet tall and I had to put lead in my pockets to reach 100 lbs.

He kicked his shoes off and pushed them under the chair. As his paws moved toward his belt it drew my attention to the treasure trail that went down to his dog hood. He undid the belt and unbuttoned his slacks letting them drop to the floor. His boxers were already tented, his arousal was obvious. There was already a huge wetspot on them.

"All weekend I reflected how I treated you and I'm ashamed of it. I had no right to say the things I said..." He added as he pulled off his boxers and laid them on the seat of the chair. His cock was erect, two inches lipsticking out of his sheath and pre was leaking heavily. It started running down the underside of his sheath and onto his balls. It was still a bit amusing how small he was for such a huge dog.

"But even more I couldn't stop thinking about how it felt when you fucked my ass. I'd never felt anything like that before, not even the times Frank fucked me. I don't know how you did it. It felt good when Frank fucked me but my asshole was sore for days afterward. I came harder with you but when you were done I felt completely normal..." He paused for a moment then continued. "I don't know how many times I jerked off thinking about it Sir..."

I got out of my chair and stood in front of him. He towered over me by almost two feet, but there was no doubt at this point who the alpha was. He dropped to his knees and started to unbutton my jacket. Soon he had that and my tie and dress shirt draped over his clothes. He bent way over to untie my shoes and remove them before placing them next to his.

He straightened up to unbuckle my belt. As he unsnapped my slacks he continued, "I don't know how you did it Sir, but I have to have more..."

He let my pants fall, then pulled down my silk boxers. A heavy odor of dominance pheromones oozed out of my pubic area. He bent forward burying his nosepad right into my pubes. He breathed in deeply and let out a huge loud contented sigh.

"You like that Pup?" I asked condescendingly.

"Yes Sir!" He said with no hint of his former arrogance.

I was less than semi-erect. Not completely flaccid, but not even noticeably erect. He held me in his paw. He shook his head in disbelief. I knew just what he was thinking. How could a little cock like this make such a huge dog like him whimper in submission.

With his handling of it it started to become erect. He skinned back my sheath and took me into his muzzle. I reached down and ruffled his head fur in encouragement. "That's it Pup get Daddy nice and hard." I said in my most condescending tone. He pulled off and started licking my little balls. I'm sure that my scrotum was just reeking with musk at this point.

After giving my sack a good tongue bath he stood up. He walked over to the side of the desk. He spread his legs wide so his balls would rest on the desk and bent over it. "Please Sir. I've had trouble thinking of anything other than this since I left your office..." He lifted his tail up and to the right giving me an unobstructed view of his tight little pucker.

I reached under my desk and pulled out my little step stool and centered it behind him. I knelt on it and this time I was going to give him a nice rim job before I fucked him. I had no reason to punish him this time. He was a willing sub, not an insufferable, insubordinate prick like the last time.

I stuck my muzzle right up against him. He smelled really fresh and clean, almost like he'd showered right before the meeting. Even through the scent of the soap I could already smell the submissive pheromones emanating from his pubes.

I licked his pucker until it was sloppy wet and pressed the tip of my tongue in as best as I could to get him lubed up. He moaned softly the whole time I was doing it. Then I reached up with my middle finger and lubed up further than I could reach with my tongue. I made sure NOT to touch his prostate. Not yet at least...

I got up and mounted my stool. With his legs spread wide he was the perfect height for me to fuck. I'd been oozing in anticipation of fucking his tight little hole so I ran my cock up and down his ass crack. He was shifting side to side trying to catch the tip of my cock in his ass.

"Such an eager puppy, aren't you?" I asked playfully as I reached around to feel his throbbing, leaking member.

"Yes Sir. I've been waiting for this since Friday..."

I looked down and could see his balls were already sitting in a puddle of his own precum and I wasn't even in him yet. Finally I took my cock into my right paw and guided myself to his eagerly gaping asshole. He started to push back against me. I slapped his ass hard with my left hand.

"You wait until I'm ready to put it in you. Who's the Alpha here?" I asked pointedly.

"You are Sir. I'm sorry. I'll try to control myself." He said apologetically.

I eased my way in, savoring how his sphincter was slowly spreading for my invader. His rectum was hot and velvety soft as I slowly inched my way up into him. I bottomed out fairly quickly since I only had four inches to work with, but as I did I felt the head of my cock press firmly into the side of his prostate, nudging it back about a half inch.

He was on such a short fuse that even that caused a reaction. "Fuck Mr Rhodes how do you do that?" He questioned pleadingly.

I didn't bother answering, I just started to jackrabbit fuck him, battering his prostate in the process. His moaning pervaded the room as I continued to fuck him. I thought of something amusing as I rhythmically pounded away at him. It seemed like in any relationship the submissive had the quicker trigger. I thought of my times with Vince and Daddy. Vince had never fucked me, but in our three-ways with Anna Mae, I barely had to touch myself to get off. When I was a submissive it was everything I could do to keep from cumming immediately. It was the same when I was with Daddy.

But when I fucked Max, Anna Mae or any of the big purebred VPs where I was the dominant player in the relationship I could hold back with no trouble. I'd have to research the psychology of that phenomena.

I could feel his prostate as the head of my cock plowed into it. It was an amazing feeling. And it was an even more amazing feeling from him from the involuntary sounds he was making. I had him right where I wanted him and I was in complete control.

I could tell he couldn't last much longer. I never liked to tie with my subs when they were bent over the desk. It could get really complex since they were so much taller. If I tried to get off of my stool and take us somewhere else I would either rip out of their assholes or be dangling by my cock. Neither of these were viable options. My only option was to stay standing on the stool until I came down. It was much easier to tie with them when they were on their knees. But I wanted to make him cum first and add to my growing "Stain of Shame."

"Aaarrrghhh!" He cried out. I felt his sphincter clamp down on my cock as he came violently.

"That's it Pup, cum for you're Alpha. You know it doesn't get any better than this..." I said condescendingly as I continued to slowly bump the head of my cock against his spasming prostate. His sphincter was trying to milk the cum from my cock, but to no avail. I wasn't ready to give it to him yet.

The main part of his orgasm was spent after about a minute, then his knot started to come down since there was nothing tight against the base of it to stimulating him to continue cumming. He collapsed face first onto the desk, pressing his semen firmly into the "Stain of Shame". I pulled out and stepped down from the stool.

I gave him a couple of minutes to catch his breath. I reached into my desk drawer and pulled out something I'd bought over the weekend. He finally got off the desk, his belly fur covered in spooge. He stood before me sheepishly, his cock was already starting to harden again.

"It's amazing how turned on a little needle dicked Mutt can make you..."

"Sir I'm sorry I said that. That was wrong to say about anybody. I was just angry and disappointed about getting passed over for the job."

"I hope that you realize that just because you are apologizing that doesn't change the fact that your wife is gonna have my pup." I said a hard edge in my voice.

"No Sir. Everyone knows the adage, 'The Alpha dogs make the pups...'" He said not able to meet my eyes. "And after all this there is no denying that you're the Alpha dog." He paused again and then floored me with his next comment. "I got off on that thought a couple of times this weekend." He added sheepishly.

"Well don't worry, were gonna make that fantasy come true soon enough." I said with a chuckle. "When is your wife due to be in heat?"

"She's just started to come into heat Saturday. She should be in full standing heat by Wednesday..." He said then stared off into space for a moment. "Can we do it at my house?" He asked eagerly. I was shocked at how into this he was getting. But it would be so hot doing it in his marriage bed with him watching... I paused as the image burning itself into my mind.

"That's where Frank nailed her when I first started working here. I took sloppy seconds but pulled out and came all over her belly..." He said wistfully. "We never did a paternity test but there was no need. Bryan Jr. was named after me but he looks just like his father."

I thought about that for a moment and wondered if the fact that Bryan was raising Dad's son as his own was one of the reasons that Dad hadn't fired him for some of his indiscretions.

"It would be pretty hot to knock her up in your own bed..." I said. "Maybe I could spend the night."

"The kids are away visiting my parents at their farm for the next month. Maybe you could spend a couple nights to make sure you get the job done." He added longingly.

"We can talk about that later. I still haven't got off yet." I said as I handed him the bag that I'd retrieved from my desk.

He opened it and pulled out the pair of personalized knee pads that I'd had made over the weekend. He looked at them, his name embroidered on the front of each one. Then he broke out in a full belly laugh.

"I figure that you're gonna be spending a lot of time on your knees, so you may as well be comfortable."

He looked at them with a wry smile and said, "Thank you Sir."

He put the knee pads on and knelt in front of me. I hadn't cleaned myself off after fucking him but his muzzle soon took care of that. I just gazed down at him as he worked me over. It was so hot seeing an almost seven feet tall purebred Great Dane kneeling in front of me sucking my little Mutt dick. The knee pads were an added visual high.

I grabbed him by his high cropped ears and started to fuck his muzzle. Of course he had a long muzzle so my cock didn't even go half way in. But I played it for all that it was worth. I could see he was stroking his cock as I fucked his face. I pulled away and he pushed his head forward to try to get me back in his muzzle.

"Uh... Uh... Uh... Don't be greedy. I'm ready to fuck that tight little asshole again."

He immediately turned so his ass was toward me and leaned forward so he was on his hands and knees. His already sloppy pucker was winking invitingly at me, his long thin tail high and up to the left. I bent my knees a little as I positioned myself behind him. I grabbed the base of his tail and guided his asshole back to my cock. He turned his head around and grinned at me in anticipation.

I ran my dickhead up his ass crack and when I hit his asshole it was gaping enough that I slipped right in. I gave him a firm tug on the base of his tail pulling him back until I was seated deep in him. Well as deep as you can manage with a four inch cock. But I worked my magic again as I slammed right into the side of his prostate.

"Fuck Sir you almost made me cum..." He cried out. I could feel his sphincter clench as he shot out a jet of precum.

I had no plan on drawing this out. I was ready to tie with him. The more often I tied with him the more he was going to be my subby little bitch. The intense release of oxytocin would bind him to me. He wouldn't understand the chemistry of it but it would bind him just the same. I pounded away at him, assaulting his prostate with each vicious thrust. I was soon starting to knot up. He could feel it too because I could feel his sphincter clenching down behind it to try to keep me from pulling out. I managed to pull out a couple of times while I was small and just forming but after about the third thrust there was no pulling out. I just pulled back about an inch or so before plowing back into his sensitive prostate.

He didn't even outlast me this time. I plowed into it again and I could feel it spasm as it released it's contribution to the load that was shooting through his system out onto my floor. His sphincter was clenching in time with his orgasm.

"Arrrgghhhh!!! Take that you little cum slut!!!" I cried out. I used his tail to pull myself deeper into him as I shot my load into his eager asshole. By this time the room reeked of my dominance and his submissive pheromones. I collapsed onto his back as I came, the intensity of it almost making me black out.

When I regained my senses I started pushing him forward. Typically when I spooned with someone during a tie we were on our sides. That's what Frank always did with me. He was too much bigger than me to lay on top of me. And that's how I had always treated my subs. But it hit me how much more dominant it would be to stay on top.

He soon got the idea and started leaning forward until his chest was on the ground. He lowered his hips while keeping his asshole tilted up to accommodate me. I was then able to rest my body on top of his. Each time my cock pulsed, it slid up and down on his hypersensitive prostate. Which caused him to emit an almost imperceptible, "Ooomph" each time it happened.

"That's a good Pup." I stated condescendingly. He was about twice my age so it made it all the sweeter.

"Thank you Sir. The knee pads made it a lot more comfortable." He said as he continued to eagerly milk my knot with his sphincter.

We didn't say much for a while, we were a bit too exhausted from the intensity of our orgasms to waste our breath on speech. I reached under him to feel his cock. It was rock hard and throbbing as it pressed against the floor. "I still can't believe how small you are for a Dane of your size." I mocked.

"I was surprised how you picked up on my biggest complex. I've been embarrassed about it since puberty..." He said in a contemplative tone. "Sort of like a Napoleon complex..."

"So are you saying that's why you always act like a dick?" I asked with a chuckle.

"That's exactly what I'm saying Sir. But you showed me that it isn't the size of the dog or the size of his dick that makes him dominant." He replied with a chuckle.

"Well maybe there is hope for you yet." I said with a full belly laugh which jiggled my cock against his prostate making him moan again.

We both rested while we continued to cum. The tip of my cock pressing into the side of his prostate, continuing to milk him as he came all over the floor. Of course I only lasted about 15 minutes, but by that time the intense pleasure of it is over and it gets kind of boring to be stuck together.

I pulled out and Bryan cleaned me up, savoring any last traces of semen that were in my urethra. I started getting dressed while Bryan grabbed a roll of paper towels out of the closet to clean up the puddle of spooge he'd left on the floor.

As he threw the soaked towels into the trash I said, "Give me the knee pads."

"I thought they were mine?" He asked with a bit of curiosity as he took them off and handed them to me.

"Oh they are yours. I'm just going to hang them up here on the hat rack where everybody can see them..." I replied hanging them up so everyone would be able to see the name on them when they walked into the room.

He just put his paw over his eyes and shook his head.

"And one more thing before you get dressed. Get on your knees."

He did and I positioned myself behind him, fishing my cock out of my pants. I pointed it at him and let loose a stream of piss the went the whole way down his spine. He didn't say a word, he just knelt there as it soaked into his fur. Then he got up and put his clothes on.

As he walked toward the door I said, "Email me your address so I can put it into my GPS. I need to know how to get to your place Wednesday evening."

He just looked at me with an eager grin and replied, "Yes Sir. I'm looking forward to it." Then he walked out the door.