This is chapter 5 in this series about Cody, Nicolas & Harvey.
I try to write in a way that you can read each on their own without needing to read the other four chapters.

There's a lot of dark stuff in this so make sure you check the tags.

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Nicolas, the immense Gypsy Vanner horse stepped across the room, grabbing his phone off the bedside table. He lifted it, and took a few pictures of the scene before him silently, deciding having some insurance wouldn't hurt.

Harvey, an obese doberman who was Nicolas' boyfriend, was on all fours in front of a cub in their shared bedroom. The young dog was Harvey's eight year old son, Cody. Nicolas had spent the last week or two using drugs, pornography, and now the pup’s own parent to manipulate him into sexual activities far too complex for the little cub to properly process.

Harvey had been asked by Cody a few minutes ago for a 'blowjob', and with a threatening look from Nicolas, had obeyed. The older male was on his knees, hands on his son's thighs, giving surprisingly enthusiastic oral to the underage pup, who gripped his father's head with his hands as if he might fall from the bed.

It makes for a rather sordid set of pictures, Nicolas muses to himself, a smile ever present on his face as he snaps the photos. Cody's toes curled, and the soft slurping sounds escalated as he went over the edge of his climax. The youngster canine's face tightens, and he leans back on the bed, little hips arching as he orgasms into his father's mouth, for what was likely his fifth or sixth non-productive orgasm of the morning.

"Alright you two, that seemed fun, but we really do need to get up and get some breakfast. Cody, why don't you go get dressed in your room, Harvey and I will be out in a minute to come get you." Nicolas said in his booming voice, amusement tinging his expression at the way Harvey recoils ever so slightly from it, fear still ruling his reactions.

"MMMn... okay, but I kinda want to go again..." The kid said as his dad’s muzzle slowly slides away from his groin. The boy's sheath glistens with saliva as they separate.

"Don't be greedy, Mister. There'll be time for more later." Nicolas chides playfully, to which Cody reluctantly gets up from the bed and leaves the room. Nicolas runs his tongue across his spotted black lips as he watches the kid pad down the hall in nothing but a cartoon pajama top and socks, a possessive feeling making his cock swell in his sheath as he daydreams about what he wants to do to the small black and brown rear jiggling in his vision down the hallway.

When Cody's finally out of the room, Harvey slumps against the bed, sitting on the floor with his back against the frame. His hands over his face as if to hide it. "I can't believe I just... this is so wrong. This can't continue." The softer voice of Harvey barely reaches Nicolas' ears as the canine mutters to himself. 

Nic sits on the bed next to the doberman on the floor. A large hand reaching out to stroke the canine's upper back. Harvey shrinks at the touch, his face tightening into a look of anger.

"Don't fucking... I can't believe I trusted you." Harvey responds with barely contained rage.

"Now now, I saw how into it you were giving him that little blowjob. I may have pushed you, but you followed orders far better than someone forced into it." Nicolas' voice drifts out with a lilt, the smile on his muzzle widening despite himself.

"What was I supposed to do? I don't want you to hurt me, or.. Cody." Brown lips spit the words as if they hurt to even say. The older dobie’s hands squeezing into balls tight enough that they shook with anger.

Nicolas' stroking hand suddenly grabs the back of Harvey's neck and constricts hard enough the canine involuntarily gasps. "You did what you were supposed to, pup. If you don't do what I say, I'll do more than just hurt either of you. I'll ruin you. Those pictures of you giving your son a little BJ in your bedroom would be more than enough to get him taken away from you, trust me." Nicolas' voice drops lower, leaning down until his lips are touching Harvey's splayed ears.

Harvey's whole body tightens as he's threatened. It seems like he wants to say something, but Nicolas continues, unbothered, just squeezing harder around the doberman's black neckline. "But we don't need to keep going over this. Just do what you're told, and we all stay one happy family. Now, grab your phone, you're calling into work."

The hound’s head whips towards the baritone voice as best he could with the harsh grip, forced to look out of the corner of his eye to make contact with Nicolas' larger ones. "What? No, I can't - It's a big day today, I have to-" Harvey's voice cracks slightly, suddenly cut off by the horse's hand squeezing so hard he lets out a pained grunt.

"Mmm, you're right. You can't. I think it's better you call in and tell them yesterday was your last day. You're quitting." Nicolas continues as he lets his slight smirk spread into a wicked smile. 

"No, I need-" Harvey tries to continue again, before he yelps as the iron grip roughly shoves his head forward, forcing him to double over onto the floor. One of his hands rubs the back of his sore neck as he watches Nicolas step over to the side of the bed with a framed photo of Harvey & Cody, grabbing his phone off the charger. He tosses it onto the floor next to him, uncaring of the pathetic attempt at disagreement and it thumps on the carpet.

"Not a request. It's an order, pup. Call them, right now." Nicolas' words are harsh, his tone deepening to almost a growl.

"I.. but..." The canid’s pupils tighten while they try to come up with an argument, but it fades as he looks into the horse's eyes. It's a look he is unfortunately well familiar with, but up until now has mostly been relegated to sexual encounters. It's a look that makes his fur stand on end, memories of being punched and paddled for disobeying flooding his mind. Despite himself, his groin tingles at the memories of tending bruises.

"I said, call them. Or would you rather I text your coworkers some pictures from this morning?" Nicolas says sadistically, clearly enjoying the struggle on Harvey's face.

"No! No... I'll..." Harvey shouts, then swallows, grabbing his phone. He can't look at Nicolas. What was wrong with him? The man is abusing his son! He can't think like that. His mind races as he tries to think of a way out of it, but the radiating warmth of Nicolas standing over him, squatting over the canine's hunched form, tilts his decision making in one direction.

"Last chance, urinal." Nicolas' voice is laced with anger at being disobeyed, despite the pet name he used.

"Fine." A downturned mouth finally sputters. He squeezes the smartphone in his hand, staring at it for a moment before unlocking it and scrolling through his contacts. Nicolas does not give him one iota of space, not taking the chance he could fake the call. The Gypsy Vanner cranes his head and perks an ear towards the phone to make sure he can hear both sides of the conversation.

Harvey shakes as the speakers ring. He lifts the phone to his face, and Nicolas drapes his arm over his shoulder as it grips the bed behind the brown submissive for support. He can feel the horse along his back, and the familiar warmth of his sheath pressed against his rear. The arm next to his head flexes, muscles flaring with an unspoken threat. Tears tickle the edges of Harvey's vision.

"Hello? Yeah. Yeah it's me. No - I... yeah, I know. Listen." Harvey swallows, focusing intently on the acrylic fibers of the carpet to avoid having to look at anything else around him. His whole body is so tense that he can hardly believe when his muscles tighten further as he feels Nicolas' breath on his ear near the phone's speaker.

"I.. I'm quitting. Yesterday was my last day." He continues, voice dropping as he does. A weight in his stomach tightens as he realizes the magnitude of what he's doing. He’s spent years of his life working to this position, earning his title of General Manager. 

Harvey is quiet as the other end of the phone suddenly explodes with sound. After a solid thirty seconds or so of someone shouting on the other end, Harvey speaks. “I'm sorry. I can't - I gotta call Susie and let her... yeah. No. Listen, I gotta go." Black furry hands shake as he pulls the phone from his ear, clicking end on the call even as the person at the other end continues shouting angrily.

"Good boy. You gotta call someone else? Do it now." Nicolas' presses oppressively closer to the doberman. The older male's eyes are wide and unfocused as he stares blankly at the contact screen. He gulps as a domineering tongue slides over his ear. Harvey can feel his arousal swell, and his knot slips from his sheath. What is wrong with him?

"I said, now." Nicolas reiterates with the same threatening tone in his voice. The hand the equine isn’t using to prop himself up over the withering hound slides down the doberman's shoulder, gently squeezing as it drifts down his side in a sensual manner. If the circumstances were different, it might even be considered romantic. 

Harvey squeezes his mouth shut, gritting his teeth. His jaw clicks he tries to focus, scrolling through contacts once more, before pressing the call button and bringing it back to his head. Silence which does nothing to deflate the tension as both hold their breath for very different reasons as the phone rings. It connects to voicemail. 

"Thank god." He quietly mutters, and when the beep happens, he speaks in a mostly professional tone. "Hey Susie, this is Harvey. I'm calling because..." His words drift as two large fingers brush down his hips, and across his rear. The touch is heading for one obvious location. Harvey swallows before continuing, realizing the obvious encouragement to hurry, or things were going to get even more difficult. "I'm quitting. Yesterday was my last-" His lips freeze when he’s cut off by someone picking up the line on the other end.

Loud shouting echoes through the speaker, and Harvey jerks the phone away from his ear in surprise. "H-hey, Susie. Yeah. No, it's not a joke, I-" He’s cut off by muffled shouts from the other end once more. Harvey barely hears it as an index finger creeps under his tail, inching dangerously close. His ears, which had been pinned against his skull, perk from the sensation of breath as a familiar voice almost too quiet to hear, interrupted his thoughts.

"Tell her it's to spend more time with your son." The words are innocent enough, but the double meaning after the morning's events are enough to make the doberman let out an involuntary whine. He quickly remembers he's on the phone and clears his throat.

"No, that was just- Yeah, I know. Listen. I'm quitting to spend more time with my son." Harvey repeats in the same cadence Nicolas had whispered into his ear. The shouting redoubles, this time loud enough that it rings clear in the otherwise quiet house. Though, the horse is more focused on tracing small circles around a tight pink anus with his finger.

"... YOU'LL NEVER WORK IN THIS INDUSTRY AGAIN! YOU HEAR ME, HARVEY!?" The feminine voice screeches vehemently. Whatever else she was going to say is lost as Nicolas suddenly withdraws the sensual touch, snatching the phone and hanging up.

Harvey's shaking on the floor, shock of what he's done spreading through his mind in waves. He hardly notices as his phone is palmed out of his sight.

The doberman stiffly resides in that position, slowly tracing the pattern on the plush flooring with his eyes as he attempts to gather his thoughts. Nicolas watches with that sadistic grin still spread across his face as he steps through the room, getting dressed. He slips on a loose fitting pair of sweatpants, simultaneously slipping the palmed phone in his pocket. The view of the carpet is blocked when he squats in front of the fatherly doberman.

"I know that was hard, so if you want to stay here, you can, but I promised your son we'd go out for breakfast. Are you coming, puppy?" Nicolas says in a sweeter tone than would be expected considering the devastation he’s orchestrating.

The doberman doesn't respond, and a heartbeat of silence, Nicolas shrugs. "Alright, maybe I'll pick something for you. I'm taking your keys, too, and I'm gonna shut off the internet while I'm gone. Be good, we'll be back in an hour or so." 

With that, Harvey's eyes flick up, watching as Nicolas leaves. He knows he should go with him. He shouldn't leave that monster alone with his son. But the way the people on the phone were shouting at him has rattled him. They were counting on him, they were his friends, and he just screwed them over. For what? He wonders, glancing between his legs and realizing a thin strand of precum has reached his sheath and is trickling further downward. As he hears the front door open and slam shut, a thought that he is now more reliant than ever before on Nicolas fills his mind. A shudder runs down his spine, and he’s not sure if it’s from fear or excitement. 

Harvey climbs back up into bed, laying back and staring at the ceiling. A hand idly traces between his legs, and he can feel his heart pounding wildly. His erection bops his hand before pointing at the ceiling. At least he wasn't in the chastity cage, he thinks to himself. His hand grips over his shaft, giving in to the conflicting feelings while he has a moment of privacy. Nostrils flare as he takes in the mixed scents in the room, his boyfriend’s unwashed body lingers still, driving his hand faster.

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Almost two full hours later, the front door to the house opens wide. Nicolas holds it for the flash of brown fur as the kid sprints inside. Cody's wearing a mismatched set of clothes, some soccer shorts and a thick winter sweater.

Nicolas watches the kid sprint to the kitchen with his box of leftovers, chuckling and shaking his head. He shouldn't have let the tyke pick his own clothes, but he looked so cute he let it pass. The trip to the diner had been uneventful for the pair, Nicolas kept his hands to himself despite his own arousal at what he'd done to Harvey.

He hears footsteps from the stairs as the large equine tosses his sweatshirt aside, stripping nude while still standing in the entrance foyer. His eyes meet Harvey's immediately, then glances over the portly doberman's body. The equine's nostrils flare, and he realisez the canine is freshly showered, dressed in some clean, loose fitting boxers. An idle thought makes him wonder if the shower was to cover up what he’d done with the erection the horse had left him with. He crosses the distance between them in only a few steps, and the doberman’s body tenses as he prepares for contact just as Nicolas wraps his arms around the canine’s shoulders, hurrying him down the last few steps.

"Not hard anymore, huh?" Nicolas teases. The words have an obvious undertone to them, the horse is probing to see if Harvey will tell him of his own free will.

Harvey resists the touch, but is ultimately powerless to keep Nic from guiding him towards the living room. He doesn't say what he knows Nic is expecting, gritting his teeth in defiance instead.

"Mmm. Someone's a little upset still, huh? Listen, pup." Nicolas says, glancing up briefly as he hears the fridge door shut in the distance. The youngster's almost done. "Cody's been good, so I got him a computer. It arrived this morning. I've got it in the garage, and I'm gonna go set it up."

Harvey's eyes widen, and his parental instincts flare along with the indignation in his voice. "What? No. He's too young for-"

"For porn?" Nicolas cuts him off, knowing fully well that's not what Harvey was going to say. "Nah, he's already seen more than you'd think. Remember that video of that kid and the colt?" The canine’s brow furrows angrily, but he doesn't respond, too in shock to form a response immediately. He takes that moment to shove the chubby dad into the sofa’s embrace.

"Oh come on, you know the one. Where the colt mounts up over the couch, and fucks the kid's face until the kid goes limp? Cody really likes that one. I wonder if he's picturing himself as the kid, or if he’s a little sadist like me." Nic's tone is playful, but his eyes never leave Harvey's own. The elder doberman's teeth bare as he snarls.

"You showed him - How long has this been going on!?" Canine lips bark the retort, barely containing his anger. The doberman was expecting an answer, not a hand. The equine's large palm smacks Harvey hard enough that his whole head recoils, and he blinks, bringing his paws to his ringing ears.

"Don't talk to me like that, urinal. You're forgetting your place. But, I got off topic. Like I was saying... I'm gonna set up that computer. Cody's gonna help me. You be a good little pup and just stay here on the couch. If you move, I'll break one of your fingers, and make Cody watch." The threat is delivered in a whisper as the muscled equine’s tanktop presses into the bare brown fur of the smaller anthro.

Cody enters the room a moment later, eyes wide at the obvious tension in the room. "Uhm... is everything okay? I heard -" The whelp begins as his eyes focus on his fathers'. The older doberman is on the verge of tears when he looks over his son.

Nicolas cuts off Cody, turning with a cheery tone. "Oh everything's fine, cutie. Your dad just forgot his place, so I had to remind him. Say, puppy, you wanna help me... set up your computer?" Nicolas grins down at the smaller dog, stepping away from Harvey. 

"MY computer!? It's here!?" A prepubescent voice exclaims, whatever trepidation he had fading. 

"Oh yeah, it's in the garage. Go take a look, I'll be there in a moment." A massive equine hand gestures, smiling as the youngster runs off without another word. His eyes drift back to the fatherly doberman.

"I almost forgot." Nicolas says as he steps across the room. In a small bookshelf, he reaches behind a set of books and pulls out a small plastic baggy. Inside are a variety of tiny paper squares, each with a cartoon horse's face on them. He pulls out two, and then zips the bag shut before putting it back in the hiding place.

"Is that..?" Harvey says with alarm as Nicolas approaches with the tiny paper squares in his hand.

"Yep. Remember our first concert date? I do. You had such a great time, even if you were so high you had trouble doing much but giggling along with the songs." He says nonchalantly, chuckling softly. He kneels on the couch, one knee on either side of Harvey's body. The hand not holding the LSD tabs wrenches open Harvey's jaw.

"What, no! I don't want-" Harvey tries to argue, but it's a moot point as the tabs are forced onto his tongue, and Nic squeezes his mouth shut around them.

"Shush, you just need to relax a little bit, and this will help. Be glad it's only LSD. I've got other stuff if you keep misbehaving." Equine lips deliver the words effortlessly, chuckling as the brown jaw whips back and forth in the equine's grip. 

"I'll forgive this little struggle, but you better not act like this in front of Cody. I'm the breadwinner in this house now, and I expect to be treated like it." Nicolas says after almost a full thirty seconds of Harvey's resistance. Finally, the tabs begin to dissolve, and that black furred neck swallows them when his chin is forced up towards the ceiling, and a strong hand strokes his throat.

Despite all his head's resistance, Harvey's hands don't fight back, just lifted up near his chest, as if the doberman has forgotten he has them. Or perhaps is aware enough it could get worse if he uses them. When Nic is certain he's swallowed it all, he finally releases Harvey.

"Now, stay here. If you move from that spot, I'll know. And I'll do more than a little love tap. Be good, and I'll call for you when you're welcome to come in." Nicolas says, stepping off the couch. He grabs a remote, turning on the television and tossing it onto the older male’s lap. 

It only takes a few steps for him to cross the room while glancing at his palm, making sure the last tab is still there. Nic smirks, wondering if Cody even remembers the last time he took some. The horse doesn't even notice Harvey's frustrated gaze as he leaves the room. The doberman’s stomach rumbling as he watches the equine cross the threshold.

In the garage, small paws have made quite a mess of the orderly stack of boxes. He's opened some, and others he's tried to open, only for the tape on the packaging to thwart his efforts. Nicolas laughs as he sees the sight of half-torn box lids and Cody still rifling through them.

"Bud! We gotta do it in the right order, y'know!" Nicolas chuckles. Cody glances sheepishly back, smiling as he does.

"Oh... sorry. Is this really all for me?" Cody's excitement is visible in his body language. The little doberman is practically vibrating, and his tail is a blur as it wags.

"Yep, all for you, puppy. Come here, before we get started." A warm voice adds, pointing at the floor in front of him. Cody glances at the boxes, then at the nude equine. There's an obvious reluctance as he makes eye contact with the equine's groin. His wide flat cock is hanging free of its sheath, and the pup is familiar enough now to know what that might mean. 

After a few moments, he's standing in front of Nicolas, obviously trying not to look directly at the cock only a small distance from his face. The youth's nose wrinkles a bit at the scent of an unwashed horse.

"Clothes off, cutie. Then, I've got something for you to take, and we can start." Nicolas makes a flicking motion with his hand, before opening his palm to show the tab in it.

The young boy obeys, slipping his sweater off and tossing it haphazardly aside. The pup then scoots out of his shorts, tossing them aside as well. Nicolas licks his lips as he realizes the little slut isn’t wearing underwear, but contains himself, though his cock does throb at the sight of the cub's underdeveloped genitals. A reaction that Cody clearly notices with a sideways glance.

"What's that?" The lad can't help but ask curiously as he looks at the small piece of paper.

So he doesn't remember, Nicolas thinks to himself. "Oh, just something that's gonna help you have some more fun. Open your mouth, it goes on your tongue."

"My tongue?" Cody says, blinking in confusion, but a few seconds later he opens his muzzle. Nicolas uses one hand to grip Cody's jaw, who immediately responds by grabbing the horse's wrist in surprise. Next, Nicolas uses one large finger to push the tab onto the back of his tongue, and while tilting it up, he forces the boy's mouth shut.

"Give it a moment, then swallow. Don't try to talk, now." Nicolas says in his stern voice. That cute little face tightens in concentration, a look with which Nicolas can't help but realize how similar the two are as he recognizes it from Harvey's own.

After a short time being held like that, that young mouth swallows, and then Nicolas finally releases him. "Why did we do that?" Cody says, clearly unnerved by the interaction. 

"Don't worry your pretty little head over it, sweetie. Now, let's get started. Help me carry this stuff up to your room, but don't grab anything bigger than your head, leave that stuff for me." Nicolas quickly changes the subject, though he can see from the look he receives that there's still more questions he'll have to answer eventually. 

The pair work quickly, carrying the boxes up out of the garage, up the stairs, and into Cody's room in short order. Over the next hour, they work in tandem. Though, Nicolas does almost all the work assembling the PC, and arranging it onto Cody's desk. He spends quite a bit of time making sure the 4k webcams he'd gotten are positioned in just the right places. Much like his own setup downstairs in his office, one webcam above the desk, on a nice little stand that captures not just where Cody's chair is now set up, but also has a nice view of the kid's bed as well. The other webcam is under the desk, pointed right at the seat of the chair, though the wide angle will catch anything on the floor of the room as well.

By the time they're done, it's been almost two hours. When Nicolas trots down the stairs into the living room to check on Harvey, he can't help but smirk. The doberman has obeyed his orders, hands clasped together between his knees as he stares blankly at the TV. It's showing some action movie Nicolas doesn't recognize. The doberman doesn't even react to the horse standing against the doorframe of the room.

"We're ready for you." Nicolas says with a smile. Harvey's eyes snap to his, and there's a mixture of conflicting emotions on his face. He seems at a loss for what to do, but Nicolas steps forward, and grabs the remote, shutting off the TV. The lack of distraction makes it a little easier to focus for the drugged up dad.

"I hate you." Harvey slurs out after a moment, his jaw setting as he glares at Nicolas. He looks like a little kid like this, Nicolas idly remarks in his head. The statement certainly sounded like one, too. 

"We both know that's not true. You hated that job, but not me. You might be angry I made you quit, sure, but I felt the way your body reacted." His voice says as he crosses the distance to reach out and stroke Harvey's head. The doberman withdraws, turning his face away.

"Oh c'mon now, pup. I saw the way you reacted to your son's touch, too. To his little knot trapped in your sheath..." He says leaving space at the end to see if he could goad a response, while the equine starts leaning forward and capturing the resisting canine's head, forcing it to turn and look him in the eyes.

"You came so hard from your son’s touch. You fapped to the memory while we were gone, didn't you?" The taunting words don't get a verbal response. But brown and black palms tighten into balls, and when those sharp almond shaped eyes look at him, he could tell he'd guessed correctly.

"You know better than to glare, but I'll forgive that little indiscretion since I'm in such a good mood." Nicolas continues.

Harvey snaps in response. "What, from raping my son?" 

The equine bellows a laugh, and Harvey's eyes narrow. "No. Not today. Or yesterday for that matter. You're the only one who's touched him like that today." 

The indignation changes to fear as the doberman hears the words, he frowns and tugs himself backwards into the couch cushions. "I'm not, I didn't... You made me. You forced him!" He sputters, clearly having trouble forming arguments with the drugs flooding his system.

"Oh, you're right. What happened this morning was probably closer to him raping you. But that's okay. I'm sure you'll get your chance." Nicolas taunts smugly.

"I'll never-!" Harvey snarls his response, but cuts himself short when he sees the stern look Nicolas gives him. His jaw still hurt from the slap earlier.

"Caught yourself just in time, puppy. I'm not going to say this twice, so if you make me, I'll hurt you and your son more than just a smack or a broken bone. Now, two things. First, repeat after me: 'Thank you for teaching Cody and I our place.'" Nicolas says, the wide grin spreading on his face as he sees the recognition in Harvey's eyes.

The doberman doesn't respond immediately. He frowns, then a range of emotions like fear and anger spread across his muzzle for what must be the dozenth time today. But Nicolas recognizes the look, knowing full well Harvey will eventually comply. He also recognizes the unmistakable sparkle of need in those canine eyes. He's got the doberman wrapped around his finger, whether he knows it yet or not.

There's a long pause as the two adults stare into each other's eyes. Finally, Harvey's eyes water, tears forming yet again, before he opens his mouth and responds. "Thank you for teaching C..." He swallows, unable to look away from Nicolas' piercing gaze. "Cody and I, our place."

"GOOD BOY!" The Gypsy Vanner exclaims happily, almost shouting. One hand strokes over Harvey's head eagerly, while his other hand rubs the portly male's sizable belly. Harvey can feel a familiar warmth in his groin that he tries to ignore at the touch.

The equine continues with his earlier thought. "Though, perhaps I'm not done teaching you both just yet. One step at a time, though. Anyway, the second thing." Nicolas says, with a proud smile that Harvey feels is misplaced.

"You need to teach your son basic sex-ed. Right now." The horse says, finally moving slightly back from the intensely close stare he had forced.

"What, like you haven't been?" The elder doberman spits out the words with a scoff and a deeper scowl.

The equine chuckles, and gestures to his genitals, lifting his shaft and making the end of length wobble. "Oh, he's familiar with equine anatomy. He can point out my medial ring, and he's very familiar with what a flare is..." Nicolas says, letting the rest of the words fade as he sees the rising anger in his submissive's eyes.

He cuts off the train of thought, changing the subject only slightly. "But he's a canine. He needs his dad to teach him the basics." The equid finishes, with a gesture towards Harvey's boxer-covered groin.

"Fuck you. No way. I'm not going to..." The words on those black lips die when Nicolas shoots the doberman a harsh gaze that forces him to quiet. 

"Not a request, pup. Either you teach him, or I use you to teach him. He won't like that second one, we can be sure of that. You want your son to be happy, don't you?" The equine’s face contorts into a facade of concern as he finishes.

Harvey swallows, hands moving from the couch to repeating the same action he’d unconsciously been doing, squeezing and bunching the dark brown fur of his thighs instead of the fabric. "W.. what would I have to.."

Nicolas shrugs, smiling. "The basics. What a knot is. When he'll start cumming for real.. What semen really is. What’s it like to tie. I’d leave the specifics up to you." As he speaks, his arm reaches between those two legs, hand tracing down to grope at Harvey's balls, giving them a roll in his palm. In different circumstances, the doberman likely would have welcomed it, but currently his response was for his whole body to tighten inward defensively. "I want it to be a hands-on demonstration. Just the two of you. I won't be there, I've got a surprise I need to pick up. But I'll be watching."

Harvey's heart hurts as the deep voice he’d started to trust explains further, and the edges of his eyes slowly dampen as it's clear he's struggling to keep his emotions in check with the drugs in his system. Harvey stammers wordlessly for a few seconds, which makes the horse laugh derisively. 

"If it goes well, I bet you'll enjoy it, urinal." The dominant equine continues. His head cranes down, giving a gentle kiss against Harvey's head that makes the knot in the doberman's throat tighten further. The immense beast he has been dating turning sweet while asking him to do decidedly depraved actions always pushed his buttons in a way the fatherly canid couldn't quantify properly.

"Alright. If... you're not there." Harvey finally responds, with a grimace at his own words. The weight of them feels like too much, like he will break. The worst part is, he knows what he is doing. The drugs give him a strange clarity to his actions that only last for a moment. He was choosing the lesser of two evils, he tells himself, only to quickly correct the thought. He was choosing to do what would make Nicolas happy, over what would be best for his little Cody. That thought is what finally breaks the dam and tears trickle down his cheeks. He swallows repeatedly as he tries to contain himself.

"Here's my only order for this, then, urinal. You need to penetrate him. I'll let you decide exactly how or what that entails. If you do a good job, the punishment you're going to receive tonight for all your arguing today will be lessened. And trust me, you don't want it to get worse. Nod if you understand." Nicolas speaks leaning over Harvey's body so that his muscled form is blocking most of the natural light. The equine licks his lips and feels his breath quicken when the older doberman finally nods.

"Alright then. Gather yourself, and come upstairs when you're ready. I'm gonna check on Cody, then I'll be leaving the house to get the surprise, thus you two will be alone." Nicolas says, considering giving a warning to Harvey against trying anything while he was gone. However, when he looks down at the still softly crying doberman, Nic decides it will be more fun to punish him if he does.

After watching Harvey for a few more moments, the Gypsy Vanner debates taking his frustrations out on him, only to finally grunt as he steps away. His large frame easily crosses the house in a few strides, and the stairs thump as he jogs up them quickly. When he reaches the top, he enters Cody's room, finding himself still smiling.

The elementary schooler is, rather predictably, glued to his PC. He's only got a nice gaming chair slid up to the desk, even though the chair is sized for an adult, and he's playing some block building game. The tyke is clearly struggling a bit with the controls as he tries to learn. The little cub’s ears don't even notice as Nicolas steps up behind him. Soft electronic sounds emanate from the speakers. The enormous horse squats down, placing his hands on those thin shoulders, giving a squeeze, to which they hardly react.

"Enjoying yourself, champ?" Nicolas whispers. Cody glances at the side the strong jaw over his shoulder is near, and nods a few times without making eye contact.

"Pause for a second, bud." He says firmly, noticing the cub is a little too distracted to listen properly. The young boy's hands continue playing for a moment or two longer, before he finally listens. He turns sideways in the swiveling gaming chair.

"Yeah?" Cody says, a smile plastered across his face.

"I know you probably want to just play games all day, but I need you to do something for me." The horse begins, his tail hiking as he does his best to control himself. Despite that, his eyes are tracing over that thin black line of lips, and he can feel himself growing down his squatting thigh as he idly thinks about spreading those lips wide.

"Your dad is pretty sad over this. Over the relationship between you and me. Our secret. I think he wanted to be included." Nicolas pauses, a hand sliding from the lithe brown shoulder to a velvety soft thigh, giving it a squeeze. The boy's sheath responds instantly to the familiar touch, thickening in a way that tempts a large thumb to brush over the tube of flesh.

"I need you to show him you're big enough, old enough for this. You can be my strong little soldier, right?" A poisonously sweet voice coos as his hand wanders just a little higher up that thigh, index finger tracing around the edge of the most sensitive fur on the cub’s body.

"Yeah! I'm big enough! I'll show dad!" Cody says, puffing his bare chest out. The equine’s eyes can't help but be drawn over the pert little nips on the boy's chest.

"I know sweetie, but don't just tell him that, you gotta show him. He's gonna come upstairs in a minute, and he's going to teach you all about how dogs like you work. I asked him to. This is your chance to show him you're really tough enough for this... So make sure no matter what happens, you keep being good for him like you have with me, alright? He needs to know you’re ready for this." The equine says in a gush of words that is motivated by his desire to resist fucking the boy, barely able to contain himself.

The young cub surprises him, however, when he hops off the chair and wraps his arms around Nic as best the little boy can. "I'll be good! Dad's always scared and I'm good at helping!"

The words send a shudder through the perverted philandering equine. "Yeah you are, cutie. One last thing. You and dad can't leave the room while I'm gone, okay? No matter what he says or does, you gotta keep him in here. If you don't, I'll have to take away all the fun stuff you've been getting. It's that important, okay?" Nicolas says, while standing up to give more authority to his words. And only partially because it meant the little dog's face was now so close to his rising length he could feel his breath over it.

"No! Don't take the computer! I earned it!" Cody said indignantly, eyes full of fire as he glare upwards towards the towering authority. Too innocent to realize all the bite of his words was lost when that equine shaft smeared across his chest.

"Just do what I asked and you won't have to worry, puppy. Now. Give me a kiss before I go." Blunt fingers grip at his medial ring, giving it a squeeze as he lifts it. Those young eyes look reluctantly at it, nose wrinkling at the scent, but Nicolas notices the way the boy's sheath parts and his pink tip slips out. The dog is already associating his scent with pleasure more strongly than expected.

The sound of Harvey trudging up the stairs can be heard, and a few moments later, he's opening his son's door. His eyes feel heavy, both from crying, and his intoxicated state. He has to drag them from the floor, and up the strong legs he’s all too familiar with. All that fatigue fades as he lifts them to the sight before him, one that fills him with disgust and arousal in equal measure.

Nicolas is standing with his legs spread, arm stretched out so his hand is resting over the immature kid's head. The heavy log of meat that the equine is wielding is resting between his son's ears. The young boy's nose is smashed up right against the thick leathery balls Harvey is intimately familiar with. Soft suckling and kissing sounds emanate from the pair, leaving no question that the eight year old is making out with those sweaty orbs.

Harvey stands in shock, staring blankly with his hand on the door handle. Nicolas notices him after a moment, grinning at the doberman. "Oh, hey honey. I just wanted a kiss from Cody before I left. But I'm glad you're here. I gotta go before I... go, y'know?" The equine's hand squeezes the smaller dog’s head and pulls his face away as he swings his partially erect genitals towards the adult doberman. 

The kid stumbles back a step or two, eyes dazed as he's clearly lost in the pleasurable haze that Nicolas' musk causes in those with that strong canine nose. Harvey is very familiar with being in that state, and the older male can feel his stomach tighten as he glances past the sweat-slick face down his son's body, realizing there's a bright pink shaft throbbing freely from its sheath below.

The elder canine is struck by the scene as if it was a physical blow, and remains motionless even as Nicolas blocks his view. The large horse grips his shoulders, squeezes, and pushes down hard enough that Harvey is forced to his knees in moments, still in shock.

"Your dad's got a fun little nickname I gave him, Cody. I call him 'urinal'. This is why." Nicolas says with a laugh. He spreads his legs, and grips his half-hard length, pointing the end up to Harvey's nose where the tip touches, leaving a wet smear of precum when the two connect.

"Might want to get your mouth around it if you don't want your son's room smelling like piss." Nicolas warns in a stern voice that snaps the oldtimer from his stupor. It's not quick enough however, and the golden stream surges from the tip a moment too soon. The yellow liquid splatters over Harvey's face, shooting right up his nose and over his chest in a stream split by the end of Harvey's muzzle. The doberman surges forward, both hands coming to grip near the terminus of that phallus while his mouth wraps around the tip.

He has to stretch his muzzle wide and push that tip past his black lips to prevent any more from spillage, and as he does, urine dribbles down the sides of his face and neck in a small current. The room fills with loud gulping sounds as Harvey lives up to the name Nicolas taunts him with. There's an extra layer of degradation as he sits on his knees in the entrance to his son's room, eyes glazing over as he focuses on gulping down the sheer volume from the equid’s bitter and yellow piss. 

"Ewwwww, dad you're so groooooss!" Cody says, suddenly at Nicolas' side, watching the event up closer. His words make it sound like the boy is disgusted, but there's a certain level of excited curiosity on his muzzle as he absorbs the sight.

The older male can hardly react to his son’s words, even if they sting enough that his perky ears lay flat against his head. But what hurts worse is the pointed insult in what comes from his son's lips next.

"Wow! He's so hard, Daddy!" Cody adds, looking down between his father's legs. Sure enough, the doberman's pecker has fully exited his sheath. It's swollen to full size as he gulps the golden fluid, and the tip is drooling precum that hangs in long drippy strands.

Harvey can feel heat rise to his cheeks at the comment. Adding to his humiliation was the word 'daddy'. He knew the nickname was directed at Nicolas, who simply smirks down at him. Perhaps worst of all, however, is how deeply he can feel himself flush. If they weren't covered in black fur, his cheeks would be beet red. Harvey had never been more turned on than he was in this moment, forced to drink the last bits of the horse's stream as it tapers off in front of his son. He hates himself for it.

The large horse pulls the tip free as soon as he finishes, wiping the doberman's saliva off on his ears, one of the few places on his face that was mostly clean. Nicolas speaks casually while he does. "Yeah, he loves being used like a urinal, that's why I gave him the nickname, puppy. You should try it some time, it's fun, even if it's a little gross." The equine chest rumbles as he chuckles. Cody looks like he's about to say something else, but the equine puts up a single finger in a gesture for him to be quiet.

"Now, now, I really need to go or I'm going to be late picking up your surprise. Remember what we talked about, Cody. And Harvey, you remember what you need to do while I'm gone, or you better be prepared for what comes next." His tone is merry, but the furrow in his brows as he makes eye contact with the debased doberman kneeling before him, lets Harvey know exactly what he means.

"I remember!" Cody says cheerily, sitting on the edge of his bed with a thump. The cartoon covered sheets dimple around him, further displaced by the boy's eagerly wagging tail.

Harvey swallows a few times, trying to get the pungent taste from his mouth. Somehow he knew that wasn’t the reason he was feeling ill. He does his best to form words to speak, but before he can, Nicolas steps slip by him as if he isn’t there. 

"I'll be back soon, be good, both of you." The large horse's hand pulls the door closed with a metallic thunk when the knob clicks closed. Nicolas' footsteps can be heard creaking down the stairs before Harvey finally manages to mutter his response.

"I remember." He says, so quiet under his breath that even Cody who's sitting next to him, kicking his feet, can't hear it. The doberman remains staring dumbstruck at the door for a few heartbeats.

"So, Daddy said you were gonna teach me about things?" Cody's smile is so innocent when he says this, but Harvey can see his eyes are locked on the elder doberman's erect shaft, still dribbling precum.

Harvey gulps down his nervous energy before turning to look at his son. He can't help but notice that between the boy's legs his own cerise little peen has partially retreated. It almost makes what the older male has to do next a little simpler, somehow.

The father stumbles to stand, gripping the knob of the door for purchase while he gets his legs under him. Then he turns to face his son. The idea disgusts him, but he remembers what was asked of him. His brain idly wonders if it is the drugs that make it feel easier, or if he was just always predisposed to this and Nicolas had simply given him the push. He hasn’t realized it yet, but the fact he didn’t even consider trying to run with his son, is very telling of the answer.

"S-so..." Harvey stutters, anxiety making his stomach flip as he meets his son's eyes. He can't help but notice that the boy's facial fur is entirely drenched in Nicolas' sweat still. He can smell it from here.

"It's time we talk about, uhm, sexual education." Harvey begins, not letting himself get closer to the underage boy giving him an innocuous glance. It’s clear that neither of the words are something he recognizes.

"Oooh." Cody says, smiling as he closes the distance on the edge of the bed. The boy's pupils are dilated so wide, Harvey wonders if Nicolas drugged him, too. There's no way the equine would stoop so low, right?

"So, uh, let's start with... names." The elder says, feeling like his feet are glued to the floor. He's not actually doing this, is he? He forces himself to look away, glancing at anything else around the room to not look his son in the eyes as he continues.

"So this is, erm, my penis." Harvey grips his length with one hand, while the other gestures along it.

"Different furs have.. different penises. Ours are like our feral canine friends." The doberman dad continues, swallowing. His mind wanders to videos Nicolas has shown him over the years. Suddenly he remembers the equid mentioning he'd shown one to Cody already. Why did that make this feel easier?

"We uh, are usually hidden in our sheath, but-" Harvey attempts to continue.

"Like this morning, in bed! I put my… penis, in your sheath!" The preteen exclaims with excitement at the memory, interrupting his father briefly. He hardly notices the cringe of disgust that briefly flashes across that brown visage.

"No, that was... That's a form of sex. Sometimes called docking. That's not what I mean. When you go... when your penis isn't erect, or aroused, it retreats into your sheath to keep it safe. Because it's so sensitive." Harvey adds, eyes glued to the computer screen showing a paused video game. He decides maybe speeding things up will make it easier.

"There's a bone in canine genitalia." He starts, only to be interrupted again.

"Jenny.. tail.. a?" Cody attempts to pronounce it, getting surprisingly close.

"That's the name for your sheath, cock, and balls. Please Cody, stop interrupting." Harvey says, chiding. He still can’t bring himself to look at him.

"The bone is unusual, most furs don't have that. A sheath is common, however. But canines don't have really sensitive tips like most furs because for us, the really sensitive part is lower." The middle aged canine exhales hard, and his hands move from pointing at the end of his length, which is beginning to flag, down to the base. His knot has started to deflate already, so he grips behind it for emphasis. The tightness feels nice, and the thought he’d spent the last week in chastity briefly floats unbidden to the forefront of his memory.

"The knot. Almost all canines have a knot, and it's where all the pleasure of sex comes from for them. Other things feel good, too, but the knot is on another level. The purpose is that, when having sex, the knot gets lodged in your partner, and then grows bigger and gets trapped inside. That's called tying. It usually lasts around thirty to forty minutes, depending on the person." Harvey's voice has slowly gained confidence, and has dropped to a more clinical tone.

What he's not ready for is the sudden touch of smooth pawpads against his knot, squeezing. His eyes shoot wide and he snaps his neck away from the screen he’d been focusing on. His son has at some point stepped off the bed, and he's got his face right up against his groin. The youngster's hand has wrapped around his knot, and is testingly squeezing over it. Despite himself, Harvey's body responds, and his flagging length surges back to life. The older doberman tries not to think about how silky smooth those little pawpads are.

He's too stunned to continue, and after a few moments, his heart is racing as he makes eye contact with his son. "Does that feel good, dad? You got really hard again." His son's voice is low, and it's obvious he's worried about getting in trouble for interrupting, but any anger is gone from Harvey's heart.

It's been years since the older doberman has felt anything but rough fingers over his length. The closest was when the boy's shaft had gotten trapped in his sheath earlier, but something about those baby-soft paws touching him made memories surge. Before he met Nicolas, no one had touched him for years. How long had it been since something other than the equine's harsh hands had touched him? He couldn't remember.

The curious cub squeezes over his father's knot. Those young fingers move towards the sheath, and Harvey let his hands fall away to his sides as the preteeen explores further. When they squeeze again behind the knot, he shudders, and can’t help himself from moaning. This makes Cody pause, and look up at his dad with a giggle.

"Wow. It's REALLY sensitive, huh?" The whelp says in a solemn whisper.

Harvey nods his head rapidly, feeling the knot of guilt in his stomach tighten as his mind wanders. He wanted more, and he was afraid to ask for it. The tip of his length begins to ooze free precum once more right when his hand drifts away from the knot, frustrating Harvey. The boy's fingers grip his tip, smearing the drippy precum over his paws. The doberman’s defenses lower and he can't help but let out a very quiet whine.

"Did you cum already?" Cody inquires as he squishes the strings between his brown pawpads.

"N-no. That's precum. Canines just produce a lot of precum. You will when you're older, too. I'm uh, just.." Harvey stumbles over his words, trying to explain himself.

"Oh, precum! Nic taught me that. It's uhm, when you're really turned on, right? Do you like when I touch you that much?" The increasingly less innocent kid says, fingers swirling over the tip in a way that made Harvey's resistance melt away. 

"Y-yeah. You're really soft, honey." The man admits. Guilt grows in his chest at the way the boy giggles from the compliment. What was he doing?

"Mmm.. you smell kinda girly, not like Nic." Cody says, leaning forward and sniffing near the base of the older male’s sheath. "Kinda like flowers..."

His older muzzle frowns a bit at this. Girly? He just simply took regular showers. Unlike the brute of a male he'd been dating, who seemed to enjoy bragging about how strong his odor had become. Harvey's length throbs in the boy's fingers as memories of that smell are renewed when the scent drifts up from Cody's sweat-smeared muzzle. He hates that even when he isn’t here, he craves more of that reeking aroma.

Tiny hands suddenly drop from Harvey's length, and the older male's eyes follow their path hungrily. Those miniscule paws grip himself, squeezing his length in his hands, and letting out a little huffs as he strokes with one hand, the other gripping behind his knot. "Ooooh, that feels good. It IS really sensitive!"

Harvey shudders at the sight. The eight year old shouldn't know what any of this is, let alone be stroking himself off using his father's precum as lubrication. Anger swells, and his chest puffs out as he is about to end the whole thing, consequences from Nicolas be damned, when Cody's question stops him in his tracks.

"Uhm, can I have a blowjob?" A sickly sweet voice asks, hopping back onto his mattress and spreading his legs while laying back.

The idea of letting this end disappears from his mind as he lets out a soft whimper, the equine's order surging through his mind. 'You need to penetrate him.' The words ring through his brain as he gets a look at the boy's rear end, his little pink tailhole winking in and out of vision between those two soft brown mounds. Harvey's cock throbs with need as his mind wrestles with feelings of guilt and desire. The LSD is making desire win quite handily.

"We.. we should focus on the teaching stuff, Cody." His voice says trying to sound stern, yet, unable to stop himself from moving closer. The cub's bed creaks as his knees climb onto it. "Maybe just a little." He caves moments later when his head pushes between his son’s legs, and he can feel small fingers grip his ears as his muzzle engulfs the cocklet. With one motion he sucks it deep into his maw, and his tongue swirls around the base. The taste of his son’s body is strongest there.

The juvenile exclaims his pleasure with wordless whines as his father toys with his length. This continues for a few minutes, Harvey losing himself in the joy of pleasing others, helped along by the LSD. It's only when his son's cock begins to throb in his muzzle, signalling how close he is that he pulls free. A loud, annoyed whine escapes that tiny muzzle.

"Noooo, don't stop!" Cody says, little fingers angrily tugging at Harvey's head, trying futilely to pull it back down.

"Cody, we need to..." Harvey begins, then is silenced as the smaller dobie thrusts his hips upward with surprising skill. He sits partially up on the bed, and his fingers use Harvey's ears for leverage as the small cub face-fucks the shocked muzzle of his father. His form wraps and covers his father’s head all at once. His humps are misaligned and uncoordinated, but filled with youthful zeal.

Yet again, he can feel himself throb, a small whimper of his own escaping his muzzle as he's used by his son as if he were a sex toy. He can't muster the energy to stop the boy, and after a few moments, the familiar sound of a male huffing in his ear while his cock undulates across Harvey's lapping tongue signals he’s already done.

Both of the dobermans are out of breath for very different reasons when Cody releases those ears, and thumps back into his sheets. His little length is bouncing rapidly between his legs as his father’s hungry eyes stare, unsure if he should thank him or chastise him.

He chooses neither, and clears his throat. "Next I need to, uh.." Harvey can feel the shame rising with his guilt as he tries to marshal his emotions for what he wants to do next. "Teach you how to tie a knot."

Cody's got a slack-jawed smile on his face as he lays looking up at his dad. The little tail between his legs is wagging rapidly. "Mmmm... Does it feel as good as a blowjob?" The youngster’s stamina seems endless.

The submissive parent nods, unable to suppress a smile at how cute his son looks, despite himself. A strange sense of pride fills him as he looks over the rear exposed before him. "Even better." He assures him. The doberman had been exclusively a bottom since he'd met Nicolas, at the horse's order. Orders. When did those start? Harvey's mind wanders, struggling to think back on when he had begun to give up his freedom of choice to the equine. As the heel of his palms push under the lithe canine's thighs, spreading them wide, hungry older eyes focus on the tight young pink pucker that's pulsing in time with the spirited immature length above.

Conflicting emotions make him breathe heavily as the sight entrances his senses. Cody's tail gently swishes beneath him across the cartoon characters of his sheets. The young boy's tender voice rises, clear trepidation in his tone. "Are you going to fuck me, dad?"

The older doberman's almond-colored eyes snap up, meeting his son's almost identical ones. Was he? He'd already said he'd teach him how to tie. The drugs make it hard to keep a line of thought, or to put up an argument why he shouldn't knot that tight hole willingly presented before him. 

When his father doesn't respond, a more worried expression creases the small cub's face. "It hurt a lot when Ni.. Daddy fucked me." Cody corrects himself mid sentence, lowering his chin to his chest. The boy's length was slowly retreating into his sheath as he worried the fun might turn harsh, as it often did late at night alone with Nicolas.

"He fucked you?" Harvey stumbles over the words as if they were foreign in his mouth. Why did his son even know that word? Why did the knowledge that he wasn't a virgin make it easier to scoot closer, grinding his still throbbing length between the lifted cheeks. Cody's tail was no longer wagging as his father's palms pushed his legs apart. Precum dribbled down the tip, oozing over the boy's bed and over those black and brown thighs.

"Mmhmm... It's fuzzy to remember. It hurt a lot, especially after. There was a dog and...?" Cody's voice drifts as his head lulls backwards, looking over the ceiling as he tries to recall the memory. Harvey's fingers tighten over the thin legs in his grasp. 

A dog? After? Fuzzy to remember? Harvey struggle to put the words together in his mind. Did Nicolas let his son get fucked by a dog? The idea doesn’t surprise him, but how had he gotten a dog inside without Harvey noticing? Or perhaps he didn't have the whole picture. His son mentioned it was fuzzy, was he drugged? Unbidden, a surge of lust makes a small squirt of precum lance over Cody's rear, leaving a messy trail down his thigh near his groin.

"How... how many times?" The elder doberman says in a low tone. He can’t tell himself if it is anger fueling the words, or lust. His hips scoot closer, and his saggy nuts now rest on his son's now still tail.

The young head rolls forward, a dopey smile spreading across his face as he does, despite the previous apprehension. "He said I need to stretch with toys before we do it again. Some nights he says I'm almost loose enough..." Cody adds, little hands gesturing to his groin, small palms squeezing his cheeks and spreading them, exposing his rear for emphasis. 

Harvey shivers at his son's words. That knot of guilt in his stomach returns. Toys? Had Nicolas been training his son to take the horse using the same dildos that Harvey had used to prepare for him? Harvey can’t help but picture the eight year old bouncing on a draconic silicone toy that the canine had discovered early on, hit his prostate just right. His chest tightens while he whimpers at the memory, making his son tilt his head quizzically.

"You're acting funny, dad. Are you mad at me?" Cody says in a cute voice that reminds Harvey just how young he is.

The lust-drunk dad startles at the question. "No, never, sweetie." He says, prepared to continue. But the words catch in his throat as his son's tail resumes wagging, making the thick orbs that made him jostle pleasurably against it. Harvey gulps as whatever else was going to say dissolves in the haze of the drugs, and his focus becomes entirely on how inviting that small little hole near his shaft is. Knowing his boyfriend has already claimed it, clears up any doubt that he might hurt his son.

Harvey can't stop himself any longer, and he arches his back, his form covering his son, the tip of his canine member smearing messily across the no longer virginal anus. Cody lets out a small whine of surprise, or perhaps displeasure, but he doesn't notice. He bucks his hips, and just like that, he's fulfilled the order he'd been given.

Cody makes a small yelping sound of surprise, his little hands moving to the larger chest over top of him where they squeezed in an uncoordinated manner. "Dad..." The fear of upcoming pain gives him more apprehension than what he currently feels.

His father, however, is drooling at the sight of his tip partially buried in the warm hole, the way it slides around him and grips the slick tip capturing all of his focus. Awkwardly, the man's hips begin to move, thrusting forward and pulling back in small thrusts that only force a quarter of his turgid shaft in and out.

Small whimpers escape that young muzzle, and soon he is gripping the sheets to keep himself from rocking back and forth, though his father's motions already begin to push him partially across the bed. His ears flick when his head bumps into the small plush toy he sleeps with every night. It is big enough to engulf the cub's stomach, a plush lion with stubby limbs and a long tail.

Cody's arms dart up, and grab the comforting toy, squeezing it to his chest just as his father's hips lift, picking up the pace. His face winces with pain while he let out a series of little yelping whines while his rear spreads easily down the scarlet spear driving into him. 

The older doberman’s eyes are glassy as he loses himself in the pleasure of rutting. He is barely aware of where he is, much less what he’s doing to who. Primal need drives his hips forward, and his paws scramble clumsily over the body of his chosen mate, eventually finding hips to grip and pull closer. 

Cody buries his nose in the mane of his plush lion as his father pushes further and further into him. The mating goes on for a lot longer than either of the two realize, and by the time Harvey's knot begins bumping against the underage, overstretched rear, it has been well over an hour since they've started. The hypnotic rhythm he settles into makes time pass quickly for the duo.

The fatherly doberman looks anything but, as drool drips from the edges of his snarling mouth. His whole body is being pushed into this breeding, and his hands move from his son's hips to placing his palms flat on the bed as his force more than double. Due to Nicolas' training, Cody's rear only resists for the briefest of moments with this change of force and position, before his father's length slips in with a pop.

The youngster whines loudly, not quite screaming, even if his father's shaft is easier to take than some of the other things he's been subjected to. It's not pain making him whine, but the sudden sensation of that thick bulging knot pressing right against his prostate, each heartbeat making the boy quiver. 

Cody hardly notices that he's grown back to full erection, but the mass of flesh pressing into him sends him over the edge anyway. His little length climaxes in time with contractions from his rear. Those squeezes are enough to send Harvey over the edge, the old man letting out an almost pained sounding groan of pleasure that fills the room.

The two are making so much noise they don’t hear the sound of the door slamming elsewhere in the house. Large thuds echo as feet make their way through the home, and soon enough, up the stairs. Scrabbling claws create their own cacophony as they join those echoing clunks.

Harvey slowly regain his senses, eyes gradually regaining lucidity, looking down at his panting son. At first it's difficult to make out the contours of his son's form, only for him to realize it's the plush breaking up his outline. His mouth opens to speak, but the words don't come easily, and all progress made is lost when he makes eye contact with his clearly scared son. The older doberman’s heart sinks as the realization that he had raped his son overwhelms him.

Both are broken from their trance when the door creaks and then slams open. The pair both glance towards the door in shock as Nicolas steps into the room. But before he enters, a massive dog barges past him. The feral canine's nose is snuffling through the air as if leading him. Around the dog's neck is a large collar, attached to a thick blue leash held by the equine's hands. Nicolas walks into the room without restraining the dog in the slightest, following behind him as he lunges towards the bed with surprising speed.

The canine is huge, easily standing at the shoulder close to the already immense Nicolas' waist. His fur is a cream color all over, except his face, which is covered with a mask-like black fur pattern. His ears are droopy, but like the rest of his neck and face, marred with imperfections. Garm the feral canine has scars across his ears, nose, and jowls, but most prominently, bits of fur missing around his neckline where similar scars are visible. One ear has a few holes clean through it in addition to the scars.

Harvey's knot is still stuck inside his son, and oozing from where they're joined is the older male's semen. His nuts are still tensing and pulling up towards his body every few seconds, an action that's joined by his hips tensing at the same time. He's on his knees, with his groin lifted from the bed, leaning over his son, both elbows on the bed on either side of Cody's head. Cody's upper back is laid on the bed, but his rear is lifted, hips off the bed as he's held partially dangling from his father's knot.

Both of the dobermans’ tails tuck instinctively between their legs as the dog's large head dives between Harvey's thighs from behind. The elder doberman gasps as a cold black nose grinds over his taint, only to be followed by a massive tongue slurping over his balls. The head pushes past those undulating orbs, letting them grind across the bridge of the feral's muzzle as it forces its nose further, suddenly lapping at where the two were connected, tongue scooping up the cum squirting free from that stretched entrance.

Harvey groans with a sound of pleasure at the sensation, and despite himself, he can feel his cock throb inside his son, his continuing orgasm intensifying. Both dobermans are too shocked, or too drugged up to respond verbally. Both pairs of eyes stare at the dog, though Harvey has to hang his head to look between his legs to see what he's licking at. The younger boy’s legs shake as the sensation of that warm tongue over his sore rear feels wonderfully soothing.

Nicolas lets out a whickering laugh, letting the leash drop to the floor. He walks over, petting down the feral canine's back with one hand, while his other strokes over Harvey's spine. "Well, it sure seems like Garm likes you already." Nicolas is wearing a pair of jeans, and a surprisingly clean white tank top tucked into it. He's already reaching down to unzip the pants as he continues.

"Meet the new addition to our little family. Garm, here, is from a friend of mine who runs a dog fighting ring. Big guy's undefeated, so he was working as a stud on the side. Fella cost me a pretty penny." Nicolas shimmies his hips to let the pants fall to the floor. Both of the doberman males are making near identical sounds of pleasure as Garm's massive tongue continues lapping at the leaking red ring, and over the small bit of Harvey's length that's not trapped in his son's entrance. 

All at once, the massive canine pulls away from between Harvey's legs and the dad is left panting, clearly overwhelmed by the sensation, and still continuing his orgasm on top of it. The bed creaks loudly as Garm hops up on the bed behind him. Harvey gasps in surprise as the dog's nose forces his tail aside, and begins to slobber at the older male's rear entrance.

"Oooh, big guy's already identified the bitches in the house, I see." Nicolas adds with another laugh. His pants fall to a puddle on the floor, and he tosses the tanktop aside, where it drapes across Cody's computer chair. He's wearing a pair of white trunks that bulge obscenely for the brief moment before he slides them off as well, his generous endowment bobbing into view, and gently smacking against Harvey's cheek. It leaves a sweaty stain over the brown and black fur there.

Harvey grunts in displeasure, but finds it hard to speak as the dog's tongue has shifted from merely licking to diving inside his rear. Garm's teeth are partially resting against his tailbone as the massive canine pushes his tongue inward with a loud insistent slurping. His large maw parted over his prize.

Nicolas grabs Harvey's head harshly, squeezing his fingers with enough of that loose skin of his that the doberman’s neck tightens as it bunches up in the Gypsy Vanner's fist. He rubs the canine's face over his length, while his son just below, watches with pleasured, lidded eyes. Harvey briefly makes eye contact with Cody, and shudders at the look his son is giving him. It's humiliating seeing his son give him the same look of recognition he's gotten many times from Nicolas. His son isn't looking at him as his father, or with admiration, instead there's a distinct disparaging amusement on the cub's face.

Harvey shuts his eyes to avoid seeing any more of it just as the penis rubbing over his muzzle pulls away. The older doberman tries to whip his head to look back, but is held fast by Nicolas' steely grip. Harvey struggles against the rough hold as he hears the bed creak when Garm suddenly hops up on his back, massive paws wrapping around his sizable belly and hips. The claws on them are already scratching and scraping over his side.

"Wait-" Harvey begins when he feels the feral start to hump, the motion making the whole bed wobble. But the word is cut off as the practiced breeder has no problem immediately hitting his mark. The brown and black muzzle parts with a shriek in pained surprise as his rear is impaled. The motion makes his hips arch downward, thrusting into his son's own inflamed anus. Cody just moans in pleasure as the thrusting into his father resonates down into him.

Nicolas laughs again, taking a step back as the massive cream-colored dog covers Harvey's body. He reaches down to the puddle of his pants on the floor, grabbing Harvey's phone from where he'd stashed it earlier that day. He unlocks it and carefully frames the image just as Garm chomps down onto Harvey's neck, yanking it up with a harsh bite. He squawks in pain just as the flash goes off on the camera. Cody's lidded eyes are looking directly into the camera, a rather pleased smile on his face. 

Nicolas taps away on the phone, setting the image as the background, replacing a rather cute photo of Cody on his first day of elementary school. The first time Cody got knotted by his dad, and the first time his dad got knotted by a feral dog is a much more important accomplishment, Nicolas muses, tossing the electronic device to the floor.

The bed is a swirl of motion now as Garm's thrusts pick up the pace even faster, the canine having no concept of letting his partner adjust. The rapid smacking of furry hips colliding grows in volume as the force increases, and though it's only been a minute or so, Garm has already forced most of his veiny ruby-red rod into Harvey's hungry rear.

Nicolas climbs onto the bed by Harvey's head, which is still pulled back in the harsh mating bite of his lover. He sits with his legs on either side of Cody's head, scooting lower so his nuts are warmly grinding into the top of the eight year old's forehead. His cock is laid over the boy's face, fully obscuring it, and is further draped down his chest. The flat head of his equine member is drooling precum across the fur there. Nicolas reaches up, and strokes Harvey's chest, even as Garm glares at him for getting close while he's breeding his bitch.

"There's a good boy. Didn't even have to tell you to let him at you, hmm~? I see you followed my orders above and beyond, too. I thought you wouldn't have the guts to knot your s-" Nicolas shudders, his hips tensing, and his cock throbs, growing harder for a moment as Cody whimpers and gasps against him, Nicolas instantly recognizing the noises as the boy being brought to orgasm. Must be the rapid-fire pace of his father's jostling hips as he's rutted.

The equine licks his lips and smiles, trying to recollect his thoughts. "To knot your son. I'm sure I'll have to repeat this later, but from now on it's your full time job to take care of Garm. You'll need to make sure he's got food, water, and a proper fuck toy to take his needs out on. Seems like you've got that part covered already." Nicolas laughs, smirking as he notices Harvey's eyes rolling back.

"It’s that good, hmm~? Glad you like our new family member." The equine says, reaching down and unable to resist starting to masturbate at the sight of Harvey being fully defiled. His hand bumps against the tiny cub pressed against his shaft’s nose repeatedly. 

Right around then, Garm starts to get impatient he hasn't knotted his bitch yet. The bite on Harvey's neck comes down harder, and the old man shrieks like a girl as his neck starts to trickle blood. A few moments later his mouth and eyes shoot open yet again in a wordless scream when Garm finally manages to force his enormous bulb into Harvey's unprepared rear. Tears stream down his face and drip from his chin onto Nicolas' groin.

Right after, Garm chuffs and hops from Harvey's back. The doberman collapses without the hold on his neck keeping him upright, crumpling over Cody and Nicolas. The dog turns, and has to hop halfway off the bed, his front paws on the floor with his rear paws up on the bed as his knot keeps him tied with Harvey's rear, pulsing as he pumps him full of potent seed. 

Nicolas slips free with surprising skill, so he can snap another picture. This time with Cody's new phone. Cody's face is barely visible peeking out from under his father's chest, only one eye poking free. It's closed in a clear sign of pleasure, drool oozing from the corner of the cub's mouth. 

Nicolas saves the image and similarly, sets it as the kid's background. "Alright puppies, who's gonna help Daddy out?" Nicolas says, approaching the bed. Garm gives him a sideways glance, and the equine smirks. "Alright, you can have your bitch."

The large equine approaches and pushes Harvey aside, the gasping elder doberman still twitching every time the knot inside him pumps a free litter in him. He reaches between where Harvey and Cody are connected, he squeezes at Harvey's sheath, which makes his hips tense. "Wow, still cumming, pup? Guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Well, I need your son, so, sorry about this."

He tugs on the pup’s hips, which makes both of the dobermans' whine with displeasure, the pup kicking his legs a bit at the stretch. Nicolas sighs, pauses, and searches through the jeans puddled on the floor yet again. He pulls a small bottle out, as well as his white briefs. He pours the bottle into the briefs where the sweat stain from his massive bulge had been, and when it's suitably wet, he shoves it into Cody's face. The poppers soaking the fabric have an effect immediately, the boy lets out a gasping moan as he inhales.

While he does, Nicolas grabs Cody's hips and yanks, hard. Harvey lets out a pained bark, unable to stop himself, while his son whines as the pair separate with a lewd pop. There's a surge of watery cum that makes Garm's body turn towards the source of the strange smells. Nicolas easily lifts the small fuzzy tyke from the bed, who wobbles limply, clearly exhausted and still quite intoxicated from the drugs. 

"Fuck, you look so cute like this. Your dad probably loosened you up enough, yeah? Prelubed, too." Nicolas says, one arm wrapped under both of Cody's arms to hold him up in a partial cradle, while the other plunges fingers into the gaping rear. He grinds them against the boy's prostate, which makes the sore dobie whine from the rough exploratory digits. 

Nicolas' length throbs back to full arousal, pointing upward in the air as it does. Harvey watches dimly from the bed, clearly barely even aware of his surroundings at this point. Nicolas makes eye contact with him, and glances down to the older doberman's still rock hard length only partially poking free from the crumpled form, which is squirting over the cute little faces of paw patrol characters on the sheets.

Large equine arms place Cody so the whelp is on the small strip of bed between his dad's head and the wall, letting his legs hang briefly over the side. Nic reaches up and quickly tucks the cub's knees under him, to raise his rear just a bit more. He grabs the dangly doberman's tail, lifts it, and with his other hand, aims his flat dribbling cockhead at the boy's already irritated hole. He grunts, pushing forward as even stretched like this, he barely fits. Cody can't help but whine once more, and Nic shoves the poppers-soaked undies that were still draped over his muzzle into his mouth as he leans in without stopping his grinding inward force. 

The cub's breathing hard already, even with the poppers and LSD, this is the most sober he's been when taking something this large. Nicolas widens his stance to lower his cock just a bit more, and his tail flags high, giving the webcams recording it all a clear view between his legs as in the next moment, he thrusts forward with all his weight. His hand yanks on that young tail, pulling him back.

Cody squeals loudly, which soon turns into a shrieking sob of pain. Nicolas doesn't give him time to adjust, pulling back almost immediately and repeating the action, starting a brutal pace that makes the cub's bed shake violently once more.

The loud screeching from his son being raped once more brings Harvey's eyes back to lucidity, but even then it takes him a few moments to get his hands underneath him, as he looks up at the sight barely one hand's length away from his face. The dad has the best view in the house as Nicolas' enormous shaft plunged into his son repeatedly. Harvey's watery cum acting as lube is quickly frothed up from the repeated motions, bubbling around the now angry red hole. 

The much older doberman swallows, unable to take his eyes off the sight. He knows he should speak up. He should fight. He should be defending his son. But where was his moral high ground? He'd knotted the boy only a short while ago, not to mention it was hard to move or think clearly as the behemoth knot in his rear still surged every half second or so. Then, he feels an unthinkable urge rise. His hands feel like they are moving on their own, and soon, he is squeezing around his own bulbous knot, kneading at it. Then, his resistance fading, he realizes he is masturbating to the sight of Cody's hole being forced to stretch to accept the medial ring from the horse.

Harvey begins to pant louder as he works himself up once more, soon beating his dick faster than Nicolas is thrusting. He can see Cody's stomach distending, bulging, deforming with each inward thrust, and soon he finds himself excitedly looking forward to seeing Nicolas' fat nuts smacking against the undeveloped ones. Some part of Harvey's mind recognizes that for the first time today, Cody is entirely soft, trapped in his sheath, and some distant part of his brain makes him realize the boy is not enjoying this in any capacity. 

Nicolas continues, unperturbed by the growing loud complaints from the eight year old. The hand holding his tail only squeezes tighter while his other palm wraps around Cody's muzzle, simultaneously using the grip for more leverage while also keeping the boy muffled. Then, with a whinny of pleasure, Nicolas places one foot on the bed and use Cody's tail to lift him at a slightly higher angle, raising the boy's hips from where they rested on his tucked in knees. 

That's when the horse really picks up the pace. His whole body has a sheen of sweat as his power thrusting increases in violence, and the room is a blaring clamor of creaking wood and gargantuan gonads colliding with Cody's own miniscule genitals. The boy is openly sobbing loudly now, crying so loud that it fills the house even with undies in his muzzle and hand attempting to keep him quiet. Harvey is spellbound, and even Garm who had grown disinterested, turns to watch. 

Finally, all at once, it ends. A growl of pleasure escapes into a much louder whinny as Cody is heaved violently upwards to meet Nicolas' downward thrust, and the monumental nuts tighten, thick veins growing with definition only to pulse a moment later as the equine comes. Semen floods the boy with such volume and force that even despite a sizable backsplash, Cody's belly bulges further and grows rounder.

Nicolas' legs quiver, shaking almost as much as his plaything's own limbs while he finishes his orgasm, releasing the doberman's tail and muzzle, which let the boy flop like a ragdoll onto the bed before him, sliding off his shaft in a sloppy sloshing noise. His rear squeezes around the flared tip of Nicolas' length as if not wanting to let go, and the equine has to push the last bit off, making Cody yelp one last time before he lies in a crying heap. 

Nicolas pants, looking at his handywork of the now-ruined boy's hole. His cock throbs, as if considering a second round as Cody's hands weakly cover his face. But Nicolas quickly turn to look at Harvey with a wicked smile. 

"Use your tongue, and clean him up. Right now, urinal. Or I'll let Garm have him next." Harvey's eyes widen at the threat. Internally, Harvey wonders if Garm could even be as rough as Nicolas just had been, but he didn't want to subject his son to any more.

"Please, Nic, he needs to rest." Harvey says with pleading eyes, hardly even aware how it sounds while he still has a dog tied to his rear, and his erection throbbing between his legs.

The slap that followed echoes through the house, and Harvey's head rings, eyes blinking as everything briefly goes black. Nic snarls angrily in response.

"That's not how you speak to me!" The equine shouts, and raises his hand to hit Harvey again. The doberman curls inward a bit and whimper.

"Yes, Daddy! Sorry, Daddy!"  Harvey says pathetically, fresh tears in his eyes. A moment later, Nicolas pushes Cody closer, then, obediently, Harvey begins to lap at the cub’s used hole, doing his best to block out the sounds of discomfort from his son.

A distant, glazed look settles over Harvey's eyes, and Nic smiles. His little urinal is close to finally being fully broken in, he muses as he slumps in Cody's computer chair, making it creak.

"I love you, urinal. Don't make me hit you any more. I love you too, puppy." Nicolas says, first to Harvey who doesn’t react at all, then to Cody, who is staring with wide bloodshot eyes at the horse. The young cub grimaces, and then forces a smile. Nicolas' cock bounces even as it begins to shrink into his sheath. Seems he's already broken the will of the younger of the two dobermans.