Jock Therapy | Part 2 (Patreon)

[Patch notes 3/14: Added story. Put up a wall hanging, enlarged beagle's foot, added human penis version. Added watersports version in attachments.]

The beagle's mind floated pleasantly, a happy warmth coating his body, with gentle surges of pleasure as his cock was nursed in Curt's mouth. Curt suckled it gently, inexperienced but learning quickly, swallowing the whole length in his long doberman muzzle. His eyes were closed in an expression of peaceful communion with the beagle's dick, lips pressed up against the knot, a small rivulet of spit and precum slowing oozing from the wet seal.

The beagle's eyes fluttered as his penis flexed against the hot flesh of Curt's mouth. He thought it a good time to check in. "You doing okay, pal?" he said softly, running fingers through Curt's hair as he gave a slow nod, keeping the length firmly planted against his tongue. He was on all fours, the akita working diligently behind him, pulling the full length of Curt's dick in long, firm strokes. The akita's muzzle was buried between Curt's ass cheeks, a thick tongue digging into the musky flesh of his anus.

Curt shivered and whined as his cock throbbed, utterly at the mercy of the two men. The akita had been expertly pleasuring him for some time, knowing when to back off as Curt got too close to orgasm, and when to redouble his efforts when Curt's genitals could handle more stimulation.

As another exquisite ripple of pleasure shook him, Curt pulled back from the beagle's crotch for a gasp of air, an unswallowed spurt of precum dribbling from his panting tongue. The cock pulsed in the open air, squirting out another impressive jet of precum. He always got productive when he was stoned.

Curt took a moment, eyes looking at nothing in particular as he allowed the penis to press against his face, reveling in the sensations that only these two could provide. Sandwiched between them, he felt safe in his absence of thought, in this room where all he had to worry about was pleasuring and being pleasured.

Curt directed the cock back into his mouth, and was rewarded with a gentle scritch on his head.

"Good boy..." the beagle sighed.