Runt

Runt Part 10

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Luke has a meeting with the CEO of Genetech about Anthrodog Rights. It's definitely not what he expected.

Part 10

A month had passed since we had our first meeting with Master's reporter friends. Joel had obtained the surveillance tapes from the shelter with the Freedom of Information Act and Tom was currently editing them to make videos that would hopefully go viral on the internet.

Phil in the mean time was checking out all of his contacts on Capitol Hill to see which ones we could count on to introduce bills in the House and Senate and how many legislators we could count on for support. Right now there weren't enough on board yet to make a move, but maybe that will change with enough of the right kind of publicity.

I enjoyed the meetings we had once a week, which always ended in orgies. I had a bit of a thing for Tom. As I said before nobody would ever be as good as Master, but Tom had taken a liking to me and he really loved when I topped him. He was definitely a great change of pace and he really cared about me.

But this morning Master informed us, "This morning the CEO of Genetech is coming over to meet with me. It will be interesting to see if we can get him on board. He might think of us as a threat to his livelihood. He's got to be old enough to be my father. I don't know how much he'll be willing to embrace change. But he was the one that set up this meeting..." At that moment he was interrupted by the doorbell ringing. "Moose please show our guests the way to my office.

Moose escorted the visitors to Master's office. While Moose was returning with the visitors Master rose from his desk and waited for them just inside the door. A surprisingly young man entered the room. He was only about 5' 7" tall and probably weighed less than 110 pounds. He was wearing an immaculately tailored Armani suit that hung on his skinny body exquisitely. But despite the perfect tailoring, he still looked unkempt. The shaggy mop of hair on the top of his head and the scruffy attempt at a beard that was failing miserably were to blame for that. Even his wire rim glasses were a little bit askew. And despite the fact that he was the CEO of a major corporation, he didn't exude confidence at all. He seemed in awe and intimidated by Master.

Master reached out to him to shake his hand. "Hi I'm..." But the rest of it froze in Master's mouth. He was speechless, but not from anything the young man had done. It was because of what followed him into the office. It was a huge muscular black and tan Doberman Anthrodog. I had never seen Bruce in real life, but he looked like the pictures of Bruce that were all over the house. Master's eyes were locked on this visitor.

"Is there something wrong?" The nerdy young visitor asked.

"I'm sorry... For a moment I thought I saw a ghost..." Master said shakily.

"I shouldn't be surprised. I did some homework on you before I came over. I'm aware of Bruce. But this is his brother Brutus. He was raised with me the same way Bruce was raised with you. Your father and my father corresponded a bit so my father knew about Bruce being educated. Plus it was a well known fact around State U that if Bruce would have been allowed to officially take classes, he would have graduated Summa Cum Laude. So father got a tutor for Brutus because as you know they mature a lot faster than we do. He was several years ahead of me when I started started school. But he had been teaching me all along. By the time I started school I was reading at the second grade level and already knew my multiplication tables."

"Of course he couldn't come to school with me, but I returned the favor and would teach him what I learned after I passed his level of education. I didn't have much social life, so I spent a lot of my time with Brutus going over school work. I graduated from high school when I was fourteen. I earned my BS in Biology when I was 16 and got my PhD in Genetic Engineering when I was 19. Father thought that I should just stay at school for a couple of more years to get my MBA so in addition to understanding the science behind the business I would know how to run a business. After I graduated Father gave me Genetech's Anthrodog Division as a combination twenty-first birthday present and graduation present. He was bored with it and wanted to spend more time on the Ultimate Warrior Division of Genetech."

"Yeah. I've heard about that. Genetically engineered soldiers that are just about invincible." Master replied.

"Yes some of the combinations he's come up with are mind boggling. And as you can imagine there is a much bigger fortune to be made selling Genetically Engineered Warriors than there is for making Genetically Engineered Pets." He said with a wry grin.

"I was expecting your father. I didn't realize that he no longer ran the business." Master interjected.

The young man pulled a business card out of his pocket and handed it to Mater. "I guess you didn't read the card well enough." He said with a wink. "The name is Lester P. Mapes Jr. My father turned the business over to me a couple of months ago."

"I didn't realize..." Master said caught completely off guard.

"You're lucky that it's me instead of father. We have completely different views on Anthrodogs. But it's hard to grow up with an Anthrodog like Brutus and not be influenced by it. Plus Father and I are two completely different people."

"You see I don't quite measure up to Father in some respects. I'm just as smart as him, we both have IQ's in the 175 range. But Father is six feet tall and athletic. He was popular in school, a natural leader."

"I'm small to begin with, but because I skipped grades four times before I graduated from high school I was always the youngest, smallest and least coordinated in my class. And I was undoubtedly the smartest in my grade. Believe me that is not a formula to develop popularity and confidence. I was bullied constantly and I had no friends."

"It all came to a head when I skipped from sixth grade to eighth grade. I was only eleven years old while the rest of the eighth graders were thirteen. What was even worse was that it was a Jr/Sr high school so we shared the same building and in some of the electives there could be students anywhere from seventh grade to Seniors. I had a run in with the Tony, the star linebacker of our football team, who was taking the same American Lit class as I was. I think he took it because the teacher graded on a curve. When it came time for our first test I scored 110%, I got all of the questions right including all ten bonus points. The second best grade was 90% and he'd received a 63% on his test. If I wouldn't have been in the class he would have had an adjusted score of 70% which would have been the lowest C possible but still a C. But since I scored 110% the adjusted score was 57% which is failing."

"When his coach found out about the grade he was suspended from the team and had to sit out the upcoming game because of his failing mark. Tony was furious. He was the toughest kid in the school, and also the biggest bully. I walked into the locker room for gym class only to find him waiting there for me. He'd had gym class the period before me and was waiting for me."

"'Hey Cupcake!' He said as he walked up in front of me. That was one of the nicknames they had given me. 'I'm gonna kick your ass up around your ears after school.' He said, venom dripping from his voice. He grabbed me by the neck and shoved me inside one of the lockers then shut it locking me in. He then walked out of the locker room and headed for his next class. No one had the balls to let me out of the locker, just in case word got out to Tony that they'd let me out of the locker."

"It wasn't until the coach was taking roll and he didn't see me there that he came back in the locker and called out. 'Lester are you in here?'"

"'Yeah coach I'm in locker 206.' I replied."

"He came over and let me out. 'Who put you in this locker?'"

"I didn't want to say so I just said. 'You know how clumsy I am coach. I locked myself in by accident.'"

"He looked at me dubiously and said, 'Be more careful next time.'"

"I went through the rest of the day dreading the end of school. Lots of the students ran their finger across their throat when they walked past me signifying that Tony was gonna kill me. After school he was waiting for me. I had my full book bag slung over his shoulder."

"'You ready to eat pavement Cupcake?' He said maliciously as a crowd gathered around us. 'You're gonna pay for making me miss this game!' He added as his fist shot out and caught me right in the nose and the force of the blow knocked me onto my back. He was waiting for me to get up, his fist pulled back to finish beating me to a pulp. It was then that a black and tan figure flashed past me."

"Of course it was Brutus. He grabbed Tony's fist, twisted his arm and pulled it over his shoulder. He yanked down hard breaking Tony's forearm over his shoulder. Tony let out a blood curdling scream. Brutus let go of his arm and drove a fisted paw into the screaming mouth breaking his jaw and knocking him to the ground. There was a sickening pop when Brutus stomped on Tony's knee, tearing out all of the ligaments. But Brutus was completely enraged and was going for Tony's throat when I finally gathered my wits enough to call Brutus off before he killed Tony."

"Tony had to have multiple surgeries to repair the injuries. There were questions as to whether he would ever walk without a limp, let alone play college football like he had hoped to do. State U rescinded the scholarship that they'd offered him. Because of that Tony's father tried to press charges against Father for possessing a dangerous animal. He was hoping Father would settle out of court for ten million dollars and have Brutus put down."

"It was about the worst thing that they could have done. Nobody intimidates Father. He was furious. He hired the best lawyer that money could buy to defend Brutus. It was an open and shut case, I'd been attacked by a much bigger student who intended me bodily harm and Brutus was just protecting me."

"But then Father went on the offensive. Tony had been held back a year so he would have a better chance of getting a football scholarship so he was already eighteen years old and I was only eleven. He was convicted of assaulting a minor and was sentenced to five years in prison."

"After that nobody ever got physical with me. But the verbal abuse got even worse as I skipped two more grades before I graduated. By the time I was a senior I was only fourteen years old and the senior girls were about eighteen years old. Or the guys for that matter. They were also worried that they could be accused of statutory rape if they went out with me. I mean there is so much he said/she said date rape that nobody would have chanced it even if I would have been attractive enough that people would have wanted to be with me. So socially I was a wreck."

"But my emotional and sexual needs were being taken care of by Brutus, at least to the best of his abilities. But that didn't really start until I was a Junior. I didn't go into puberty until I was thirteen. But since then and all the way through college he's been there for me."

"But you're out of school now, so why don't you hit the dating scene? There's no reason you can't find any number of cute young ladies to date." Master asked.

"As I said Brutus has been taking care of my sexual needs since I went through puberty. Between the fact that I've had my sexual needs taken care of by a male all my life and the fact that all of my interactions with females have been abusive at best I have no interest in females." Lester said, his eyes turned down in embarrassment.

"Well there are plenty of places to meet guys that would like to get together with you." Master added sympathetically.

"I'm a nerd. Nobody wants to go out with me unless it's for my money." Lester said with pain obvious in his voice.

"You may be a nerd, but you're a cute nerd." Master said and he tousled Lester's shaggy hair. I could tell Master was on the prowl.

"You really think so?" Lester asked.

"Actually no. I think you're adorable. I can't understand how anyone wouldn't want to get in your pants." Master said with a shit eating grin.

"You'd like to get into my pants?" Lester asked tentatively.

"Just give me half a chance and I'll make a man out of you." Master said with a wink.

It was obvious that Lester was turned on by Master. But that shouldn't surprise anyone. Master was handsome by anyone's standards. At 6' 4" and 240 cut pounds, he fit just about anyone's ideal of masculinity. He took all of this in for a few seconds before stating shyly, "I don't want to be a virgin anymore..."

Master grabbed him by his tie and pulled him to his body. Using his tie to tilt his head up, Master bent down until their lips were touching. Master's other hand slid up the back of Lester's head, the shaggy hair sliding through his fingers. He pulled Lester's lips even closer. As his tongue parted Lester's lips I heard Lester gasp. But he didn't pull away. He wrapped his arms around Master and pressed his body against Master's. I knew just what Lester was feeling. I remembered my first kiss with Master. This one was a passionate kiss that lasted about twenty seconds before Master pulled away.

"So what did you think of that?" Master asked.

Lester's response was to reach up and pull Master's head down for another kiss. I glanced over at Brutus, who up until this point had a look of concern on his face. But when our eyes met he finally broke into a grin. He was now convinced his master wasn't in danger.

When they broke the kiss this time Master bent down and scooped Lester into his arms. He carried him up to his room and stood him beside the bed. Without saying a word Master started to undress him. He removed Lester's suit jacket and draped it over the bedside chair. He grabbed the tie again. I thought he was going to remove it, but he again used it to pull Lester close for a kiss. Lester eagerly pressed his lips against Master's as their tongues entwined. While they were kissing Master pulled Lester's tie off and unbuttoned his shirt. Lester shrugged it off of his shoulders and let it fall to the ground in a heap. He was skinny enough that you could easily see his ribs.

Master unbuckled Lester's belt and before he could unbutton his dress pants they fell to the floor. Lester didn't have enough hips to keep his pants from falling down. His tighty whiteys were clinging to his body outlining his obvious if small erection. Lester's pants couldn't come off without removing his wingtips, so Master knelt in front of him to take them off. After the shoes were gone, Lester stepped out of his pants, leaving Master kneeling right in front of his brief enclosed package.

To my surprise Master parted his lips and placed them around Lester's brief covered boner. He slid his mouth up and down that cotton ensheathed cock, causing Lester to gasp in pleasure. Master reached up and fondled Lester's balls. It only took half a dozen trips up and down his shaft when Lester cried out, "I'm... Gonna... Cum!!!"

Master didn't stop. He placed his lips over the head and started working his tongue over it. Lester grabbed the back of Masters head and thrust forward as he cried out "Aaarrghhh!" He went rigid as he came into his shorts. But Master sucked the spooge through the white cotton cloth. When he was done he pulled the boy sized briefs down over the hopelessly narrow hips and let them fall to the ground. As if in a daze Lester stepped out of them.

In front of us was the cutest little penis. It was less than five inches long and with a slight upward curve. It was still hard as a rock even though he'd just cum. The circumcised head was almost purple and only slightly bigger around than the thin shaft.

Lester stood there in a daze for a few seconds as Master got back to his feet. He had stripped to the waist by the time Lester had recovered. Lester dropped to his knees and removed Master's shoes and pants. From the look on his face Lester was shocked to find that Master was going commando. For the first time in his life he was face to face with a human cock other than his own. A big stiff uncut cock that was definitely ready for action.

He stared at it longingly for a few seconds. Without taking his eyes off of Master's boner he asked, Can I touch it?" It was comical how shy he was for such a high powered executive.

"You can do whatever you want, you don't have to ask." Master replied.

Lester reached out and tentatively took Master's big beautiful manhood into his tiny hand. The fingers didn't even reach the whole way around it. He slid the foreskin back exposing the shiny red head. He slid it up and down , apparently fascinated with Master's uncut meat. "I've never seen an uncut one before."He said as he continued to stroke it. "It's so big..." He added with awe in his voice.

Pre started to burble out of the tip and as it started to run down his shaft Lester ran his tongue up the underside of Master's cock, gathering it all up. He brought it into his mouth, savoring the taste. Before more pre could work it's way out Lester took the head of Master's cock into his mouth. Even though he was a small guy he had a surprising wide mouth and had no trouble fitting it into his mouth. He ran his tongue around Master's glans. Master closed his eyes and moaned. He put his hands around the back of Lester's head and guided it up and down on his thick hard shaft.

Master gazed down at Lester, a smug satisfied smile on his face. I knew he was getting a visual high from watching this submissive young man on his knees worshiping his manhood. As the pleasure started to build Master's eyes closed. His big pendulous balls were slowly drawing up to his body, getting ready to erupt into Lester's hungry mouth.

But at the last moment Master pulled out, his rigid cock slapping up against his body. He reached down, pulled Lester to his feet and placed him on his knees on the bed. Master crawled up behind Lester and buried his face in Lester's ass. Master was soon moaning noisily as his tongue deftly ravaged Lester's virgin asshole.

"Gabe get me the Gun Oil out of my night stand." He told me.

I hurried and grabbed the lube and rushed back over to the bed. He didn't even have to tell me what to do. I squirted some on his ass crack and then put the tip into his asshole and squirted a little inside. Then I liberally coated the fingers on Master's right hand with it. I made sure I had a front row seat for the deflowering. I next put the tip of the Gun Oil into the opening of my sheath and squeezed some into my sheath. I used my paw to run my sheath up and down my cock getting it good and lubed up.

Master brought the slick tip of his middle finger up to Lester's pucker. He made gentle circles around it, teasing it to open up. Then he gently penetrated him until he was in to the first knuckle. Lester instinctively clamped down.

"Just relax Lester." Master said soothingly.

"Yes Sir. I'm not used to anyone in me." Lester replied sheepishly. This surprised me a little since he'd been having sex with Brutus for the last eight years.

He relaxed and Master slowly inserted the rest of his finger. He searched around until he found Lester's prostate. As he gently caressed it Lester moaned into the mattress. I could see his stiff little dick twitch and leak as Master expertly milked his gland. His balls were relatively small, like the rest of him and drawn up tight. He had almost no body hair, unlike Master who had a fairly thick pelt of blond body hair. Master expertly teased him, keeping him on the edge.

Master had large fingers but just one finger wouldn't loosen him up enough for Master's big manhood. He pulled almost the whole way out before wedging the tip of his index finger into Lester easing him open. Lester gasped when Master's fingers sunk to the second knuckle.

"Do you want me to stop?" Master asked with concern.

"NO!" Lester protested. "Just take it slow."

Master started working his fingers slowly in and out, but only up to the second knuckle. He was getting Lester used to the girth, then finally working it in the rest of the way. Lester must have relaxed enough because there was no protest, just a low moan of pleasure. More and more pre was leaking out and dripping steadily onto the comforter. I felt Moose move behind me and look over my shoulder. I could feel his massive rock hard erection pressing against my upper back, since he was so much taller than I was. He put his paws on my hips and slowly rubbed himself against my back. Soon I could feel his pre soaking through my fur.

Not that I minded. I was sure that by the time we were finished that wouldn't be the only place my fur would be matted with cum. The pheromones were starting to accumulate. It was building to a miasma of eddying currents of dominance and submissive pheromones along with the regular smells of pure unadulterated sex. It's a shame that humans can't really smell them on a conscious level. Dogs are even more dependent on smell than sight. Heat pheromones, no matter how faint make us erect. And when we taste heat fluids out teeth chatter in uncontrolled excitement. Humans seem to sense the pheromones when they build to overpowering levels, and while it does subconsciously enhance their experience it's not on the visceral level of anthrodogs. It gets so intense for us that we can nut from pheromones alone it we've gone long enough without cumming.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Brutus. I turned my head to look at him, curious of what his reaction would be. I could see the look of concern on his muzzle, but there seemed to be another emotion mixed in. I pondered it for a few seconds and realized that it was jealousy. Was he jealous that Master was taking Lester's virginity instead of him getting to break his master in? I was still confused at the relationship that they seemed to have.

But the concern and jealousy hadn't prevented him from getting his own rock hard erection. It wasn't wasn't as big as Moose's, but it looked to be at least nine inches and about an inch of angry red rocket was peeking out from his black sheath.

He was incredibly handsome. He was obviously from high quality breeding, just like Bruce had been. He looked so much like his brother that if they had been side by side that it would have been hard to tell them apart. His head could have been used as an illustration of a perfect Doberman head straight from the breed standard. Neither I nor Moose had that kind of beauty or conformation. We were purebreds but as you might say there are purebreds and there are PUREBREDS. His angulation and structure were perfect. It wasn't something you could really see in the pictures of Bruce but I'm sure he was just the same. But being able to see him in person really made me able to appreciate what Bruce had actually been like. I, and to a lesser extent Moose, idolized Bruce. I mean he was a HERO. He gave his life to save our Master, giving no thought to his own life. Now looking at Brutus I could tell how noble and regal he he was. And how he was sexy as FUCK...

Master had a bit of a quirk about liking to take anyone's virginity in the missionary position. He rolled Lester onto his back and pushed his knees up onto Master's shoulders. He grinned down at him and asked, "Are you ready to lose your cherry?"

"YES!"

Master rubbed his dripping lubricated cock up and down Lester's ass crack and said, "Then beg for it!"

"PLEASE PUT IT IN ME!" Lester pleaded.

The next time Master's dick head went over Lester's virgin pucker Master did just that. He held it over his anus and leaned forward. Despite his virginity Lester didn't resist at all. The head of Master's cock slipped in. He didn't cry out, just a little gasp as Master relieved him of his cherry. Then he grinned up at Master. Their eyes met and Master winked at him. Then he slowly eased the rest of his manhood into the boyish young man until his pubes were mashed up against his bubble butt. He then leaned forward until they were chest to chest. "I told you if you gave me half a chance I'd make a man out of you." Master said winking at him.

"Thank you." Lester said with a formal seriousness.

"I should be the one thanking you. I love breaking in newbies."

"Even nerdy newbies?" Lester asked.

"Especially nerdy newbies." Master replied. "I wasn't just saying I thought you were adorable so I could get in your pants. I like taking young guys under my wing. I'll be more than glad to teach you everything you want to learn."

While this conversation was going on I could feel tremors running through Brutus. So I decided to try to put him at ease. I reached over and wrapped my paw around his sheath as I looked up at him and smiled. He looked down at me. At first there was a frown on his muzzle and I was worried that I was being a bit too bold. Then as I stroked his big cock up and down a few times the tension broke and he smiled back at me.

Moose was still rubbing his cock against my back which was now soaked with his precum. He then put his paw in the middle of my back and pushed forward until I was bent over at the waist. I knew exactly what was coming next. Moose bent at the knees. I lifted my tail up and to the side, eager for what was coming next. Moose guided himself to my eager opening and gently slid his throbbing massive member into me. It was liberally coated with his precum so it bottomed out with no problem, even considering the fact that it was a thick eleven inches. He worked it in and out a couple of times then he picked me up and straightened up until he was standing. He cupped each of my ass cheeks in one of his massive paws and started to slowly raise and lower me on his huge cock. He was so big and strong that he did this effortlessly.

Brutus did a double take. I think he was surprised at the size of Moose's cock. I doubt that he'd ever seen one bigger than his own before. Plus despite fact that he and Lester had been fooling around since Lester came into puberty, I'm not sure what all that entailed. It seems like both of them seemed a little naïve for beings that had been involved in carnal dalliances for eight years. For a few seconds his eyes were riveted to the point where Moose's monster was impaling me. Then he looked up at my face and I winked at him. He embarrassedly turned his head back quickly to watch what was happening to his Master.

I gripped my sheath encased boner with one hand and started to skin it up and down my shaft. It was still full of gun oil so it slid even more smoothly than usual. Every time Moose's cock slid over my prostate a spurt of precum rocketed out. A couple of times it shot so far that it splattered on Master's back. He looked over and chuckled one of the times it happened. It was obvious that our view of sexuality was way different than that of Lester and Brutus. Master was joyful and spontaneous in his celebration of sex. And it truly was a celebration. In his mind it was a celebration of a gift given to us by the creator. More and more it was seeming like Lester had the more typical view of sex. Especially sex with anthrodogs.

But right now I had more interesting things on my mind and in my ass to worry too much about the viewpoints of our guests. Master was coaxing such moans of delight out of Lester. He was in the throes of passion and submission as Master taught him the joys of bottoming. I was making similar noises as Moose's massive cock rearranged my bowels.

I had enough experience now to realize that Master was ready to empty his balls into his new plaything. They were starting to draw up, the left one almost drawn up into his body as his thrusting picked up speed. The sound do flesh slapping flesh intensified and Master squeezed him tightly as he thrust harder and harder into this young man's willing eager body. The smell of sex and pheromones was building to almost mind blowing levels despite the ventilation of the air conditioner. I was partially responsible for these as I submitted to Moose's violent breeding. His knot was on the verge of forming, but he was trying to hold off to cum in time with Master.

The only one that was going to be left out on this group cum seemed to be Brutus. He stood there, an inch of his 9 inch cock sticking out of his sheath, his hands stoically at his sides. As if he couldn't touch himself without permission. Despite his lack of touching himself pre was steadily oozing out of the exposed head of his cock, down his sheath and onto his balls before dripping onto the carpet. But through it all he stood there stoically. His only other response was an occasional, barely discernible whimper.

Lester started to cum first. We couldn't see it happen since his cock was trapped between his and Master's body. But there was no mistaking his response. His eyes rolled up into his head and his head thrashed on the pillow as he cried out in ecstasy, "Aaarrghhhh!"

I knew that his spasming orgasm was milking Master's cock, I knew his sphincter was clenching down each time a new jet of cum shot out of his cock. I was barely coherent when I saw Master take one last deep thrust and begin to empty his balls into this receptive young man. "FUCK! You're mine NOW!" Master cried out as he marked Lester as his. Then he collapsed on top of him as he continued to fill him with his seed.

I had no reason to hold back and neither did Moose. My right paw was a blur on my sheath and with a last stroke I pulled my sheath all the way down and put a death grip behind my rapidly expanding knot as Moose slammed me down one last time onto his cock. His knot was inside my sphincter and growing even faster than mine. I could feel it pressing against my prostate as it grew and I twisted my body to rub it even more firmly.

Not that much help was needed. Moose's knot was as big as a large man's fist when it fully expanded. We brought each other to a simultaneous climax. This time all of my jets of dog cum sprayed onto Master and Lester. I don't think Lester would have approved of getting sprayed with dog cum, somehow I thought he held himself too far above us to allow that. But of course Master had no problem with us cumming all over him.

Then my curiosity got the better of me and I glanced over at Brutus. He was still standing there stoically. I wasn't positive but it almost looked like there was a tear of sadness in his eye.

Soon Master was pounding away at Lester doggy style, his huge low hanging balls slapping up against the back of Lester's boyish little scrotum.

Brutus screws Luke aggressively from jealousy

He seemed to be in his late 30's and he was handsome in a rugged sort of a way. He was about 6' 4" tall and probably between 230 and 240 muscular pounds. He had a tightly trimmed beard that was definitely more than a 5 o'clock shadow, but couldn't have been more than an eighth of an inch long. But I couldn't help but look at what was jutting up from his crotch. In my time as a prostitute I had obviously seen many human penises. His wasn't the largest I had seen but it had to be the most perfect. It was about 8 ½ inches long and big enough around that I knew I would just barely be able to put my paw the whole way around it. It wasn't so big that it would be unwieldy, but it was definitely enough to show you that he was a real stud. It was also uncut with a perfect foreskin that completely covered the head even when he was erect, like he was now. How I wanted to get on my knees and worship his cock, but I wasn't sure how he would feel about that since my last owner had made it clear that he wanted me nowhere near his manhood. But even though I was restraining myself I couldn't keep my own dick from rising to the occasion.

After about a minute I released my knot. My bunched up sheath beneath it was enough to keep me cumming. Well that and Moose's grapefruit size knot rubbing against my prostate. Moose could really keep me going with his huge cock. He could keep me going longer than Master could, but he couldn't generate the same intensity as Master could. My receptors were tuned to Master's semen and his semen alone could just about get me to pass out from pleasure. That plus as I said before Master has the most perfect cock. More than big enough to REALLY fill you but not so big that it hurts. But even if he would have had a little tiny dick the fact that his semen was the semen that activated my receptors would have meant that no one would have been able to make me feel like he did.

Moose was still holding me up with his paws under my thighs, but even for a strong dog like him that could get tedious. He walked us over to the easy chair and sat down. He wrapped his huge arms around my chest, holding me tightly. He licked my ear like a dog does to a bitch to calm her down during the tie. I'm not ashamed to admit it worked on me too. Not that I needed calming down. I had no interest in pulling off of him even if I could. But it still felt amazing, relaxing me like nothing else could.

I looked over to the side and saw Brutus standing there, the forgotten player in this orgy. I was really unsure of what was going on between him and Lester. Master ALWAYS made sure that he gave as much pleasure as he received. Actually even when he was the top he made sure that he pleasured us even more than we pleasured him. Master was such a giving man. I won't say he didn't have an ego, but his ego was stroked when he managed to give us pleasure. And that could be either by topping or bottoming. He was just as happy either way. I wasn't getting that vibe from Lester.