Jock Therapy | Finale (Patreon)

Curt came to himself for a moment and found he was splayed on top of the Akita and his cheek resting directly against the genitals of the beagle. It was a position he might have been embarrassed about if his brain was capable pushing past the incredible warmth he felt from within. This warmth came partially from the generous loads he had swallowed from the beagle and the girth of the akita below, penetrating him deeply, the last few inches humping up into him. The akita had a hand once more gripped around his length, stroking him with more urgency than before.

The humping grew more frantic, the pleasure swirling around his brain quickly reaching a white-hot intensity. The beagle was jerking himself off again, the leaking tip of his penis throbbing over Curt's muzzle. He wondered distantly why the penis wasn't back in his mouth when he felt an explosive warmth flood his backside, and realized the Akita was cumming inside him. He had forgotten how good that felt. He started to gasp with shocked pleasure, his cock flexing in the expert grip of the Akita.

Then he felt a hot liquid splash on his face, the strong scent hitting his nose, and he knew the beagle was cumming on him. Curt involuntarily spasmed and he began to express his own orgasm alongside the others. All three men writhed against each other, and Curt's mind was finally completely empty, replaced by those exquisite sensations only these two could provide. In a short time, the two had learned precisely how to work his body to an incomparable fervor. His vision filled with sparks of light as his cock sprayed out proof of their mastery over him.

As his climax slowly subsided, Curt groaned as the akita continued to milk the last drooling remnants of his load. He couldn't stop from wantonly grinding underneath him, as well as rubbing his face into the beautiful beagle dick that made the mess all over his muzzle. As his mind regained coherence, he realized he didn't want to leave. He was quick to do so last time, but in that moment, leaving felt like the worst part.

The akita's free hand wrapped around Curt's torso and returned the grind, in an embrace more affectionate than horny, while the beagle stroked Curt's hair and grinned down at him. Despite himself, without warning, a grin appeared on Curt's face to match.

Even if he left, he realized they would always welcome him back with open arms.