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Part 2!
Dave grunted, hefting his rucksack with both arms and plonking it on to his bunk. He slumped forwards, resting one paw on the thin sheets and dragging the other thick forearm across his brow. He grimaced at the dampness that matted the short tan fur before straightening up. It was sweltering out here, even with the AC cranked up almost to full, and the long hours of drill hadn’t helped.
He wasn’t one to complain, but he had to admit he’d have preferred the cushy lounge back home to the stuffy, spartan barracks. At least it was Friday, and he had the next two days to try and unwind and hide from the heat.
He glanced over to his wardrobe, grinning as he caught his reflection in the tall mirror. He took a couple of steps towards it, allowing his gaze to drift over the photos sticking out of its frame; His wife, still as stunning as the day he’d married her; his two sons, the younger, Kayden trapped in a headlock under the thick arm of the taller and older Ray. He’d only been back on base a few days, but he figured he should get in touch later tonight since he’d only had chance to give them a brief call to let them know he’d arrived.
He struck a body-building pose, curling his biceps and enjoying the tightness of his sleeves, the way his clothes stuck to his tight Doberman body, and then shook his head. When had he become so vain? He cocked his head, considering that for a moment. It was probably when he’d released how badly some of the guys back home had let themselves go… and if the sight of him in a uniform that clung to every ridge and crevice had the missus begging him to fuck her brains out, so much the better.
He let out a soft huff, one of his paws drifting to his groin, squeezing the slight bulge in his pants. He could just see her, hair tussled and out of place, chest heaving after he was finally done. They were both very conservative, both grew up in strict households, but she’d surprised him with her appetite for sex, and his own libido had been a hell of a discovery when they first got together. They didn’t exactly fuck like rabbits any more, but every now and then they’d have a long night of rough, sloppy sex, with him mounting her until his libido was completely sated.
He snapped back to reality, catching himself and busying that wandering paw with the buttons of his jacket, quickly hanging the garment in the wardrobe and trudging over to his desk. His laptop was still there, locked and charging. He opened it, quickly typing in his password. He reached down to his boots, fumbling with his laces as a key rattled in the door and a bulky Palomino squeezed through the slightly-too-small frame.
“Holy SHIT it’s hot out there” he grumbled, kicking the door closed with a huge booted foot, tossing his bag at the bottom of his bed with a loud thump and opening the mini fridge on his own desk. After a moment of rummaging, he grabbed a beer from inside, knocked the cap off on the side of his desk and began to chug.
“Not much better in here…” the Doberman grunted, eyeing the Horse as he drank. The younger male had already removed his jacket before coming in, and his shirt was almost entirely soaked with sweat, he sure as hell made an impressive figure, looming over the relatively short dobie, one paw rested nonchalantly on his hip.
Pin was about 10 years Dave’s junior, but the two had been fast friends since they’re been deployed together two years ago. Single, cocksure and easy going, he was about as good a roommate as he could hope for, and sure helped the older dobie open up when they went out on the town. He supposed some people would be intimidated by the sheer size of the stud, but then most people didn’t have a son pushing 7ft.
With a belch the Horse set down his empty bottle, grabbing two more and offering one to Dave, who shook his head. It’d only make him more dehydrated; he’d grab a drink of water in a minute. He glanced at his laptop, dropping his half-undone laces as he saw an e-mail notification. Using a free paw, he scrolled over to it, straightening up as he saw it was from Kayden. He chuckled, looked like the kid had beaten him to it.
He felt a shadow fall over his back as he opened up the e-mail and glancing up he saw the stallion peering over his shoulder.
“‘chu chuckling at?” he queried, leaning on the back of the Doberman’s chair as he took another swig from his bottle. Up cose, the Dave saw it was some piss-poor American brand and shook his head.
“Oh nothin’, was just thinking of messaging the folks once I got these damn boots off, but it looks like they beat me to it.”
“Kayden, huh? Sweet kid, he still in to music?” Pin hadn’t met the rest of the family, but he’d heard plenty from Dave to get a fairly decent picture of each of them. He’d especially like the dedication Ray had to fitness, but he’d been quietly impressed with the amount of technical know-how the youngest dog apparently had.
“Yea, on some media tech. course or something, same university as Ray as it happens.”
“sweet” the Horse had pulled up his own chair now, propping his big, booted paws up on the desk while he drank, earning him a mildly irritated look from Dave “And Ray’s still on the soccer team?”
“Yep!” the dog’s chest swelled a little in pride. The towering dobie had been a star athlete since he was a kid and was the team’s star striker now. “Takes after his old man; they don’t know it, but I was at their last match, it was right before I had to head off for my flight. Boy’s a natural. And it helps keep the missus’ mind at peace with Kayden out on campus most of the day. Ray’s always looked out for him, especially when that piece of shit tiger was out to get him, so she’s happy they’re close…”
The conversation drifted into a brief lull after a few more minutes of shooting the shit, mostly bitching about the Drill Sargent and discussing the various women Pin had been trying to charm.
Dave remembered the sweltering boots he was wearing, and huffed again, returning his attention to the e-mail. Family first.
“Hi dad!
Just wanted to say we’re missing you a tonne already! Mum’s asked me to send you a few new family pics, and to tell you she’s sending over some extra stuff you forgot to pack. I’ve attached some videos too, for when it gets rough (plus I figured you’d want to see Ray’s last match).
Ray’s his usual meathead self, but he was asking after you. He said to tell you he scored twice in his last match, but they lost. He thinks the referee was biased.
I’ve just finished some big projects for my course, but the work’s not too bad. I’m glad you convinced me to try out student life (though it helps mum still does the laundry!).
See you soon, dad!
Kayden”.
It was a short e-mail, but he didn’t care. It was the thought that counted, and judging from the number of attachments he couldn’t blame the kid, it must have taken an hour or two just to get all that stuff together. He scrolled over to the attachments, curious as to what they’d sent.
The first picture was of the kids and their mother stood in front of the house, all three were beaming, paws raised as if waiving. The second was a picture of Ray in his soccer gear, slightly muddy but the picture of defiant perseverance. Next, a picture of his wife in a stunning red dress, a glass of rosé in one hand, a small brown bag in the other as she gave the camera a suggestive smile.
“Nice view” Pin quipped, grinning as the dog thwacked his leg. Dave winced as the Horse bent his head back to take another draught from his bottle; the Horse’s leg was solid muscle.
He lifted a booted paw on to his chair as he flicked through the next few pictures, idly fumbling with his laces as the pair discussed them, and after a few minutes they’d reached the first of the videos. It must have been one of Kayden’s, because it took a few seconds to start.
The laptop gave three short beeps and the video started, expanding to fill the screen as ripples of colour danced before the two men.
“What the…?” Pin managed to mutter before the video intensified, the colours coming thick and fast now. The frown on his face quickly melted away as he slumped back in his seat, eyes wide and locked on the screen. His self-assured smile faded, jaw dropping as if in mild surprise, and his thick arms flopped at his side, loose fingers releasing his empty bottle, fortunately just above ground level. Next to him, Dave had slumped forwards and was staring ahead slack jawed, his footpaw had once more returned beneath the desk.
The pair stared and stared, mesmerised by the colours before them. A soft voice was whispering to them, but if they heard what it said they couldn’t remember it, it was lost to a wave of sudden relaxation that rode each fresh burst of light.
Eventually the colours faded. Not completely, but they became more of a soft, pulsing background to the empty minds before the screen, rather than the furious barrage of earlier.
Wordlessly the pair straightened up in their seats, eyes never leaving the screen. Pin sat stock still, his mouth working up and down as if he was trying to speak, while Dave unsuccessfully attempted to swallow a mouthful of dog spit, a strand of it spilled out of his muzzle to further darken his sodden shirt.
“Induction complete. Begin phase two” an electronic voice droned, and the video cut to black.
In unison they rose and removed their shirts, dropping them on the floor, their expressions not once changing. Next to the stallion, Dave’s formidable musculature looked somehow small, but no less impressive; it was the sheer scale of the equine more than anything.
A black and tan paw moved to the laptop as if of its own accord and sluggishly navigated a few menus on the restored screen, opening Skype and selecting Kayden’s name from the small list of contacts.
‘Awaiting stage two.’ Dave typed without even thinking, Pin hovering over his shoulder; his jaw seemed to have calmed now and had settled back in to a small vacant ‘o’. Neither male showed the slightest reaction to the sudden burst of noise as the laptop received a call. The big dog opened the call with an expression of disinterest, activating his webcam before returning to a limp, relaxed pose, eyes staring straight ahead.
“Oh wow…” a low voice came through the speakers. Whoever the caller was, they hadn’t shared their own camera feed, but the voice struck a dim chord with both men. Their ears perked up, twitching as they listened. They didn’t know much right now, but they knew that whatever this voice said was important. “R-report in” the voice came, slightly hesitant.
“Awaiting stage two, Sir!” both men droned in unison, their expression not changing in the slightest.
“Uh… make sure you’re not going to be disturbed…”
“Sir…” they droned, turning from the screen. Dave crossed to the door, locking both locks, behind him Pin had crossed to the room’s single window and drawn the thick curtain. The room seemed to get hotter almost immediately, but if it phased the zonked studs they didn’t show it, returning to stand before the desk.
“Sit.” The voice said, and both wordlessly sank back in to their chairs. “Watch. Listen.” Their breath caught as a new video opened on the screen, this time not filling it, and the pair leaned in close to watch better. Short, intense bursts of light this time, flooding the men’s vacant eyes, softening what remained of their minds for the words to mould.
“You work hard… you like to work hard… like real men should” it said, words working in to their ears and bouncing around their heads.
“Like… Real men…” Dave murmured, Pin mouthing along with him.
“And you are real men, aren’t you?” A pause, a longer burst of light. The men struggled to gain control of their jaws, but both managed to mumble out an affirmative after a few seconds.
“But how can you be sure…? You’re not working hard now… You’re taking a break… But you know that’s ok, don’t you? It’s ok because you’re listening to my voice.” The two nodded slowly, Dave was drooling again, matting his chest fur. A slight look of concern had crossed Dave’s face, but it melted back to serene vacancy at the voice’s words. It was ok.
“I can help you work hard, if you just listen… You won’t even have to think about it… Doesn’t that sound good?” More nods, more eager now. “You just have to let me take control… Let me take control…” the voice crooned, repeating itself a few times until the pair were following the chant.
“Let you… Take control…” They droned, and tingles of pleasure coursed through their heads, aided by softer pulses of light, shifting gently across the spectrum.
“Just do what I say, I’ll help… Now… Hard work really makes you break a sweat… If you work hard, you’ll get all grimy and musky, won’t you?
”
More vague nods, Pin letting out a heavily slurred “Yuuhhs.”
“So if you can find your musk, you’ll know you’re working hard. Like good JockStuds.” More intense patterns, the men nodded again.
“Jock… Studs…” they groaned, chests heaving now as they took deep breaths, seeking the scents the voice spoke of. They had to prove they were hard workers.
“And good JockStuds should be ready to help each other find those scents.”
Dave moaned softly, shivering almost as much as the stallion at his side as the tittle sank deep. The lights said it was a good title for them. The right title.
The programme lasted some 30 minutes in all, not that the men were aware of it, they were lost in the light and the heat and the thick scent of musk and arousal that slowly permeated the room, but the voice guided them through the fog.
They found themselves sat together on Pin’s larger bunk, their legs hanging over the edge of the bed. Both were almost completely naked. Pin wore nothing but a pair of what had once been light brown socks, but were now almost black with moisture, and a grimy white jockstrap that had failed to contain his massive girth, the flared tip of which was nestled between his pectorals. Dave still wore his boots, though the laces were loose now, and was otherwise bare but for a pair of boxer-briefs that clung to his legs, his pointed red tool stood almost completely horizontal from the pouch over his sheath.
Each had their muzzles buried in one of Pin’s cavernous boots, their eyes closed as they took deep breaths permeated with whines of need. Their ears, however, were raised high, and twitched as the voice spoke to them.
“You’re such hard working JockStuds for me, aren’t you?” It asked, and the pair nodded eagerly.
“And you remember what you have to do?”
“Yes, Master”
“Yes Master” the two slightly muffled replies came.
“Show me…”
The pair complied instantly, drawing their legs up on to the bunk and taking each other’s paws in their hands. Pin tugged off Dave’s boots, pulling the wet paws within to his muzzle and nuzzling affectionately at the clinging fabric. The dog lay back for a moment, groaning at the attention to his paws. A huge footpaw found his muzzle, and he couldn’t help but snuffle at the still wet fabric.
“Here, JockPup…” they heard the voice say but they didn’t acknowledge it. It wasn’t part of their instructions, and they were JockStuds. With some reluctance they pulled their muzzles from the paws before them and began to tug them free from their socks. Dave procured some ziplock baggies from somewhere, and they had soon stuffed the socks in them, along with the ripe underwear tossed to them by the other male.
“F-fuck… Slow down, JockPup… Ok. JockStuds, remember that you’re such hard workers, and that you’ll repeat this every couple of days until the date I told you.” The voice was back, and they mumbled affirmatives. Dave was crawling his way along the massive equine now, guided by his nose.
“You love your that musk, don’t you boys?”
“Yes, Master” they gasped in unison. The dobie had found Pin’s massive pit and had begun to snuffle and lick at it. The big Horse was squirming slightly at the sensations, but more so from the heat of the dog’s erection against his own.
“You love the Jockstud who lets you enjoy his musk?”
“Y-yesss” Dave stammered, dragging his muzzle to the Horses’ other pit, who simply groaned his assent.
“And me, who lets you experience so much pleasure?” More moans this time, followed with frantic nods. They were becoming more passionate now as the changes to their minds took hold.
“Alright then, boys… I want you to show me. Fuck.” The audio from the laptop cut out, but a quick glance would reveal the call was still going, as was the webcam.
Big, thick paws slipped under Dave’s arms, pulling him away from Pin’s pit and along the ridges of his muscled frame until the two were muzzle to muzzle. For a moment the two remained there, just staring at each other, their breathing harsh and fast.
The dog felt himself shudder as something warm and wet matted the fur of his stomach, coating his length. He made to glance down, but felt the Horse gently pull his muzzle up, a slightly apologetic grin on his cream-coloured face.
“Sorry, man” the Palomino grumbled “But you’re so hot… and you’re right on my-“
He cut off as the big dog leaned forwards, pressing their muzzles together.
For a moment neither male reacted, some part of their head said this wasn’t right. They took deep breaths, almost in sync, and their minds worked it out. They were just doing what they were told, showing the buff JockStud before them how much they appreciated their hard work. The voice said that was a good thing, so that’s what they were going to do.
Pin’s lips parted first, but the dobie followed close behind, seizing the opportunity to take control of the kiss. Thick arms wrapped around his waist, and he felt his own paws trace along a thick neck, fingers curling in thick, short hair. They lay there for a while, making out like a couple of teenagers, letting out soft groans or, in the Horses’ case, whimpers of pleasure. Neither was used to a submissive role in bed, but Dave naturally found himself on top, and the heat of his body on his sensitive glans left Pin unable to complain.
Slowly they broke from the kiss, gasping for air, and dave sat back on his haunches, careful not to squash the massive length beneath him. His stomach was dripping with their combined juices, and the Horse was slick with sweat and precum. He seemed to produce more than enough fluid for such a massive member, and even as dave watched another spurt of clear fluid sprayed from the tip, coating the muscled stud’s chest and abs. He ran a paw through the crevasse between two of those massive slabs of muscle, lifting his sticky digits to his muzzle and lapping hungrily at what he found.
“C’mere…” he murmured, resting on the stallion’s chest and pulling his muzzle to his belly.
The stallion went limp beneath him as his muzzle was pressed to the salty, wet fur, his tongue extended on instinct and he lapped hungrily at every inch of flesh he could find. After a few moments he found Dave’s pointed meat, and he found he loved the weight of it against his tongue.
Behind his screen, Kayden moaned lowly at he watched his dad start to fuck his bunkmate’s muzzle. He was gentle at first, but he soon became just as rough as the young dobie had always imagined. He shivered, resting a paw on the short-furred head between his knees and pumping his maleness into the hot, hungry muzzle that encompassed it with renewed vigour. This was even better than he’d expected.
On screen, his dad pulled back from the Horse’s muzzle, and Kayden saw splashes of white cover the massive male’s flushed face. It was too much, and with a strangled grunt he felt himself release his load. His obedient JockPup rumbled softly, but swallowed every drop.
After a few moments, he came back to himself, and reached to shut off the call. The two men would be at it for a while, especially once they watched the rest of the videos he’d sent. He winced in sympathy as he saw his dad lift the Stallion’s huge length and begin to guide it towards his tail, the poor guy would be feeling that for days.
10 days later
Dave gently stroked his thumb over the warm padlock nestled between his pectorals. It hung from a thick chain around his neck, concealed under his shirt, and he smiled as he saw Pin emerge from the bathroom, the big Horse was bent over, adjusting the leg of his cargo pants, and he caught the glint of the Horses’ own padlock from under his shirt. The dog had never been one for jewelery, but this felt different. He was the lock, that’s what the voice had said, and he felt a little thrill as he remembered it. The voice was the key.
“Did ya do it?” he asked as the Horse settled against the wall next to him, resting one of his paws against the wall and revealing his new boots. Both of them had walked here in their old combat boots, but they’d been scuffed and beyond redemption, so they’d brought their new ones with them.
“Yep, boots are in there, and I bagged up the gear, just like He said” the Horse replied, patting the top of the box cradled under one massive arm.
“Alright then… ready…?” the Horse nodded and produced a small key from his pocket as the Doberman did the same. They hesitated for a moment, there was a sense of finality to this that they couldn’t quite explain, especially given how much they wanted to do what the voice had said. “Man, my paws are already killing me…” he chuckled nervously, trying to break the awkward silence as they both stared at the unsealed box. That familiar grin split Pin’s muzzle, and he shifted his weight a bit, resting both feet on the ground again. His paw shook a little, his pants suddenly felt a little tight.
“Heh… Mine too… When we get back, you wanna…” the slight unsteadiness in his voice prompted the dog to look up at him, and he returned the grin.
“Hell yea!” he felt a little surge of warmth in his chest, and without further ado opened the box, slipping his key into the smaller of the two pairs of boots within. Pin’s followed it a moment later, and they closed the box again.
“We’re the locks.” Pin stated, puffing up his chest in pride.
“Heh, sure are kid. C’mon.” the two males crossed to counter on the other side of room, quickly applying some packing tape they’d bought earlier and passing it to the bubbly otter clerk behind the counter.
They paid quickly and left.
“Last one back’s on bottom.” Pin muttered down the dobie’s pointed ear. A soft grunt was his only response as the canine began to jog ahead. They had 3 miles before they reached the base, and it was going to be hard work. He grinned, and set off at a steady jog, only half-heartedly trying to keep up with the dog.
He was looking forwards to this.
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