Jock Therapy (Patreon)

[2/10: Added human penis version.]

The door opened to a haze of smoke, the half-dressed occupants of the tiny dorm room lounging in the humid atmosphere their shared joint provided. The immediate element of note was the mattress fitted with sheets that lay directly on the floor, a little too large for the space. A cheap shelving unit on one side of the room housing everything the inhabitants wanted close at hand, and pile of unorganized laundry and neglected coursework lay on opposite side. Lofi beats played out of some small speakers.

At the end of the mattress, a beagle in a baggy shirt and boxer shorts and a larger akita dressed much the same lay astride some pillows. They looked up at Curt as he entered the room, the beagle's eyes brightening with recognition. "Heeey Curt! What's goin' on?"

"Sup..." Curt replied in a macho drawl, closing and locking the door behind him. "Watchu guys doin'?"

"Nothin', man...", the beagle said, eyes remaining on Curt as he passed the joint to the Akita, smiling. He gave every impression of being perfectly at ease and didn't seem at all intimidated by the large, muscled doberman standing solidly before him. "How 'bout you?"

"Nothin'. Just thought I'd, uh..." Curt started, looking around the room, anywhere but in the beagle's eyes. "I wondered if I could chill in here again, like, uh... like last time."

The beagle's smile widened. "Like last time, huh?"

Curt nodded, and finally risked a glance at the beagle's face. "Uh huh."

The beagle extended his hands up and outwards in presentation. "Then welcome to the chill zone, buddy." The akita wordlessly held out the joint to Curt, exhaling out of his nostrils.

Curt approached the mattress and kneeled down rigidly, accepting the joint. He took a potent hit and almost held it without coughing. Returning the joint back to the beagle, he managed a deep, clear breath and closed his eyes, before toppling face-first into the mattress. The other two men chuckled.

"Wanna talk about it?" The beagle said, widening his legs to accommodate Curt's muscular frame.

A moment passed with Curt's face embedded in the mattress. "Not really," he finally replied, propping up on his elbows. "Just kinda wanna... not think for a while..."

The beagle tilted his head. "Yeah... This is a good no-think zone, huh?" he said, taking another hit. With his free hand he opened up the front of his boxers and began touching himself.

Curt looked up to see the cloth between the beagle's legs parted and a pointed red tip emerge. He stared seemingly without surprise, before casting his gaze downward again. "Gay..." he muttered, but made no motion to move away. The beagle smirked as he offered Curt the joint once more. The group was content to end all conversation there, as Curt prepared for another inhalation.

His second hit went more smoothly, and by the time he passed it back, the beagle's dick had grown impressively quickly, almost fully hard and gently bobbing with his pulse. Curt kept his spot, saying nothing but continually glancing at the pink canine penis next to him. The beagle let it hang, happy to simply expose it, knowing that eventually Curt would relax and decide to do something to it.

The akita had taken to stroking Curt's back, but as with the expectant cock beside his cheek, Curt voiced no complaints, even as the hand slipped under his shirt to massage his muscular back, and teasingly tug at his waistband. At the second or third tug of his pants he tilted his hips up to allow space to remove his belt. It had taken a lot more convincing to get him to take his pants off last time.

With his belt nonchalantly removed, he allowed the Akita to shimmy both his pants and his underwear down below his ass. His face was quite flushed at this point, although he clung to an aloof expression. He mostly remained silent, only the gentle sound of smoke exhalation and the steady bass of the music filling the air, but couldn't help but utter the whisper of a whine as the akita gently but firmly massaged his cheeks apart.

Curt looked up at the beagle, vulnerability in his eyes finally belying his earlier stoicism. The beagle just smiled down, his hand gently rubbing behind Curt's ear. His face felt hot.

"No thinking required... we'll take care of you, okay?" The beagle said.

Curt gave a small nod and surrendered to them.