Sleep didn’t come easy that night. 
Despite the lack of proof, my mind wouldn’t stop teasing me with the possibilities of that little gem I found. One doesn’t often come across an explicit video of their bully turning out some dude with their own dad, if at all! Considering the title, it wasn’t like there was any attempt to cover that fact up either. And the video had so many views too. Peeps were into some weird shit these days. 
Says the guy with the matted chest fur and empty balls. 
The simple fact I had gotten off to watching the jackass dominate that gimp was a huge reason I hoped I was wrong and it actually wasn’t Dakota in the video. Try as I might, I couldn’t shake the image of the donkey as he berated the muscle bound bitch. Or the way the much larger male kowtowed to the smaller male the whole time he was belittled. The sounds that canine made as he was fucked would reverberate in my ears for days.
Would it be okay to have enjoyed that if it wasn’t Dakota, though? It already started off fairly extreme, but it got a hell of a lot darker. Yeah, right around the time I found myself invested and aroused. The idea of humiliation was nothing new to me, especially with a friend like Ethen. The otter never hesitated to share the darker side of porn with me, but never to that level. 
Those donkeys abused the masked canine, both physically and mentally. They made him admit to being their female. Convinced him to take their cocks without protection. They punched him when he was disobedient. They branded him. Something about it seemed so real, beyond the amateur look of the video.
These concerns were something I could tell my therapist about in twenty years. There were more important things to worry about now. Like what I was going to do with this this little treasure. There must be a good way to ‘leak’ it to the school. Imagining everyone’s expressions as they discovered what Dakota and his dad got up to put a wicked wag in my tail. His already rotten reputation would be run through the mud. The perfect revenge. 
Yeah…I’m sure everyone would just love being forced to see that shit. 
No. That wasn’t the way to handle this. Subjecting anyone to those images would make me no better than Dakota. Nothing more than a bully. Dakota doesn’t have to know I wouldn’t do that though. I wanted to see him squirm at the idea I had such information; to see him plead and cower like he’s made me do so many times before. 
Oh, to wield the kind of power he did in that video was a thrilling concept.
There were so many ways to make the bitch pay. 
First though, I needed proof. Concrete evidence that it was Dakota and his father. There was no doubt that the donkey would deny my allegations and probably try to turn the tables. I wanted to be sure I couldn’t let it blow up in my face. There had to be a way. 
Although, I was pretty sure I was right. 
God, I shouldn’t feel so excited about having seen that.
Regardless of my restless night, I found myself wide eyed and bushy tailed as I sat in homeroom Monday morning. The same couldn’t be said about my friend. Practically half asleep, the otter slumped down in his chair. 
“Another night long assignment?” I asked. 
“Don’t ask,” the otter grumbled. 
“But I already did,” I prodded. 
“You know it’s Monday, right?” Ethen’s head lulled as he directed his attention in my direction, “How can you be so with it?”
In my excitement, I nearly pulled out my phone right then and there. Yeah, maybe I wasn’t thinking too clearly, considering how close I came to showing off a porno in the middle of class. Thankfully, I was saved by the bell when it interrupted me. There was no sign of Dakota, but that didn’t surprise me. 
“I’ll show you at lunch time,” I grinned.
The otter’s ears woke up with a perk, “Show me what?”
“Good morning, class,” the bored teacher began his week with a sigh before spouting off the daily announcements. 
Lunch came in no time. Kevin already sat at the usual spot as I arrived. He must have noticed the bounce in my step as I approached. 
“What’s got your tail so bushy,” Kevin snorted as I took a seat across from him. “Finally manage that combo you kept flubbing on Beast Brawl over the weekend?”
“Better!”
Ethen sat with an audible sigh, “What’s better?”
“Not you,” I replied. The otter still appeared worse for wear. 
“Har har,” he pressed an elbow to the table and rest his head on a paw. 
Pulling out my phone, I opened the privacy browser that contained the link. After a quick glance around to make sure the coast was clear, I flicked through a couple minutes of the video to the first appearance of the young donkey. The sight of his maleness somehow angered me, but I didn’t let it ruin my pleasant mood. 
“Check this out,” I turned the screen in Kevin’s direction as the video played from the moment Dakota made his first appearance. 
Interested at what had me so excited, the boar leaned in for a closer look. It only took a second for Kevin to roll his eyes and look away from the video with a shake of his head. 
“Et tu, Brute?” Kevin glared at me. “I was legitimately interested! Never thought you’d pull an Ethen on me.”
“Hey!” Ethen lifted his head then poked the boar with an elbow. Kevin’s response got his attention though and he looked at the phone screen. In an instant, his ears drooped and jaw dropped. There was obvious recognition in his eyes as he saw the video he had watched over the weekend. “Oh…”
Busted!
I smirked at them, at their reactions, “Yeah. It’s the video Ethen was enjoying at our little get together over the weekend. Keep watching though.”
Ethen cleared his throat and looked away, “Ah. We don’t need to keep watching that guys.”
“Yeeeaaah,” Kevin didn’t look back either, “No thanks. For once, I agree with the perv here.”
“Hey!” Ethen cried at the boar’s jest, “Shut up! But…yeah. That’s a unanimous vote. We don’t need to watch anymore.”
“Wow,” I grinned, “You really must be worn out if you don’t want to watch porn. Or did you see enough of it on Sunday?” Ethen replied with a scowl, but I ignored it as I leaned in. “Seriously though. It’s Dakota.”
Kevin coughed when a bite of his sandwich threatened to choke him, attention once again upon the screen. Ethen chewed on his lower lip, but kept his attention away, flush. I’d be embarrassed too. There was no doubt the otter got off to watching the video. 
Not like he was the only one though, I reminded myself. 
“How do you…?” Kevin’s gaze went back to my phone briefly, taking in the image in search of clues before he looked away again. “What makes you think that? I mean…sure it’s a donkey and stuff.”
“Uh…yeah!” Ethen agreed. “And there are thousands, if not millions of them. He’s not the only one.”
“I just…get the feeling it is,” I looked at Ethen. “Just look at the setting. The trailer looks similar to yours doesn’t it?”
“Again,” Ethen said, “Not like that’s the only trailer either. They all look the same.”
“How about the build of the donkey then?” I tried. “A fat fuck, just like Dakota.” 
“Also not the only fat fuck donkey,” Kevin added. 
Their sudden apathy about my discovery annoyed me as they continued to point out the simple truths of the matter. There were millions of fat fuck donkeys out there. Millions of trailers with the same rectangular build. Probably millions of fat fuck donkeys living in those trailers too. Perhaps my little treasure was nothing more than fool’s gold…and I was the fool. 
“Fuck.” My shoulders slumped as I pulled the phone away, “There has to be a way to prove it.”
Kevin smirked, “You could always ask Dakota to show you his dick.” The boar took another bite of his sandwich.
“Why do you want to prove it anyway,” Ethen asked. “Just…leave it alone, man.”
“Because the jackass deserves it,” I growled, frustrated. “God…it would be great to just rub it in that we knew of the video of him in a threesome with his dad.”
“His dad was…?” Kevin stopped himself from finishing the question, “Nope! Don’t want to know. I’m trying to eat here. Besides, even if it was Dakota. What then? Are you just going to tease him about being in a porno with his father?”
I sighed again, feeling a bit more deflated, “Well…it would be a start.”
Kevin laughed, which got me to as well. I still had no idea what I’d do with the proof, but having some ammunition to throw the donkey’s way wouldn’t hurt. And what powerful ammo this was too. 
“Alright. I’m in,” the boar’s words caught me by surprise before he took the last bite of his sandwich. 
“Really?” My ears must have perked. 
Kevin nodded as he swallowed, then replied, “Yeah. Fuck that guy. Let’s prove it.”
Good ol’ Kev!
“And who’s going to ask Dakota to show them his cock then?” Ethen asked.
“As much fun as it would be to ask to see the donkey’s cock, what will that prove? As Ethen knows, a horse dick is a horse dick.” 
“Hey! Fuck you, Kevin!” Ethen did an otter’s best impression of a growl before he sighed, then smirked. “He isn’t wrong though.”
Kevin stood from the table, brushing a couple crumbs from his shirt, “Send me a link to the video David.” 
“What good will that do?” Ethen grumbled.
I sent the link to the boar, who’s phone buzzed a moment later. He glanced at it and then nodded, “Cool.” He slung his backpack over his shoulder, “I need to grab something from the computer lab before lunch is over.”
“That eager to watch it again?” Ethen teased.
Kevin grinned over his shoulder as he walked away, “You sound sad you have to wait.”
I laughed, feeling a bit better. If anyone could prove the authenticity of that video, it would be Kevin. “See ya later, dude.”
The boar didn’t look back as he waved, then disappeared in the crowd of students meandering about.   
“David,” the otter still looked distressed, but he was normally anxious. Probably more so considering his recent insomnia. “You really should just let it go.” 
“I don’t think I can.”
“Gotta stop letting him get to you, man,” the otter shrugged. “Ugh. He’s such a fucking bastard. Karma will get him.”
I narrowed my eyes, “Karma’s taking too long.”
A feeling of despair began to creep into my good mood, creating a nervous anxiousness of my own. It had my paws trembling and pulse racing. Thank god the jackass skipped school again. Not sure how I’d have handled it if he had tried anything. 
I needed proof! That’s all there was to it.
By dinner that evening, I was so deep in the pit, I hardly ate. I picked at the food on my plate while my head mulled over that damn video. Perhaps Ethen was right and I should just forget about it before it became an obsession. As if it weren’t already. 
“How was school today, Trooper?”
Besides, I didn’t need the damn thing. All this training with my father had already given me a new level of confidence. Blackmail was below me as I now had new means to deal with Dakota. Just let him try something so I could put him in his place. 
Right?
“Earth to David.”
Yeah! Fuck the video. It was a dead end and I was putting too much energy into it. In a way, I was starting to bully myself here. Silly. 
“Trooper?”
“Huh?” I pulled myself from my thoughts to find my mother and father smirking at me. 
“Everything okay, son?” Dad’s ears were perked, his plate already empty. In fact, both my parents were done eating. “You’ve hardly eaten anything.”
“Oh,” I forced a chuckle, already feeling a bit more at ease. Even without proof the video involved my bully, that damn jackass was getting to me. “Sorry. Was just thinking about a homework assignment.”
“Must be some homework assignment,” mom replied as she cleared the table of the empty plates.
“You could say that again,” I took a small bite of potatoes. 
“Must be some homework assignment,” dad repeated, gaining a groan from me. 
Dad jokes. Gotta love ‘em.
“Let’s train after dinner so I can kick your ass for that one, old man,” I challenged playfully. 
“As if you’d have the strength, little man! With this diet you’re on, you’ll never grow big.” Dad’s eyes darted to my plate, “You gonna eat that?”
“Fuck yeah I am!” I shoved a spoonful into my muzzle. 
“Language David!” My mother growled from the kitchen. 
“Yeah,” my dad agreed. “Watch your fucking mouth, Trooper.”
“Phillip!”
We both laughed. I really loved this time with my father. I scarfed down the rest of my meal, not pausing to even breath until my plate was empty. I was still chewing the last muzzleful as I stood from the table with an eager wag in my tail. 
“Time for your butt whoopin’, dad!” I announced. 
Phil stood from the table with a grin, “That’s some big talk, Trooper. I’m not going to hold back.”
As I slid open the back door, my father’s phone rang. For a moment, it looked like he was going to ignore it, but his eyes darted to the screen. I didn’t like the sigh that followed or the way he rolled his eyes. 
“Work,” he grumbled and snatched it up. As he touched the screen, he walked out of the room and down the hallway. “Hello?”
For a moment, I waited by the door, but got a dreadful feeling when the call continued. Moving closer to the hallway, I could hear my father’s voice from his bedroom. 
“Tonight?”
Oh no. That didn’t sound promising.
“Right now? But…” Whoever was on the phone cut him off, their voice no more than a buzz. Things didn’t get any better as I heard my father sigh. “Alright. Yes, Mr. Miller.”
Mr. Miller?
Like Terry Miller? I mean, it wasn’t too surprising considering my father was a foreman for a construction company and Dakota’s father was a contractor. I knew that much about the fat donkey at least. Did they work together?  I thought the foreman was boss. Why would he call him ‘mister’? Must be some of that military training showing through or the crew and him weren’t on a first name basis yet. 
“On my way.”
Retreating to the dining room, I watched as my father returned, placing his phone in his pocket. It didn’t take a genius to read the splay of his ears and slump of his shoulders. Disappointment. I think I mimicked my father too. 
“Sorry, Trooper,” my father said. “Something’s up at the site. Gotta meet up with the guys.”
This job was taking up a lot of his time. I wondered if it was an excuse to go out and drink again. 
“Again?” I knew for certain my ears were splayed. It was evident when he came over and ruffled the fur on my head.  
“You should save your energy for tomorrow anyway,” the big wolf reminded me. 
“Ugh,” I grumbled. Then stuck my tongue out at him, “You’re just afraid of the ass whoopin’ I was going to give you. Don’t forget.”
“Yeah yeah,” dad laughed. 
“Don’t you have an assignment to worry about anyway?” Mom reminded me. I didn’t, but I already dug that hole. “School work comes first before any ass whoopin’s.”
While my mother was busy rinsing off their dishes, my father leaned in and gave her an affectionate lick to the cheek, “Don’t wait up!”
“Like I ever do. Have fun.”
Disappointed, I watched my dad leave. His trips out have been happening more and more often. He was late coming home last night when he almost caught me watching the video too. If it’s not work related, it’s so he can go out and drink. Most of the time, it seemed like they went hand in hand. 
After dad left, I headed for my room, but stopped at the hallway.
“Hey mom?”
“Yeah hon?” She glanced over at me from the kitchen sink. 
“Is dad alright?”
My mother’s ears perked at the question as she turned off the water. There was hesitation in her response, “Yeah. Why do you ask?”
“He’s been going out a lot at night,” I said. “This is like the fourth night in a row. I hardly feel like I’ve gotten to spend all that much time with him. Well, besides the gym anyway.” 
She nodded, “I think he’s just adjusting to civilian life. He put everything he had into the military and this is very different for him. He has some catching up to do. Getting wild with the boys and all that.” 
I nodded to that, “I guess that makes sense. First time really being ‘free’ and everything.” 
“Yeah,” my mother said, but I noticed her ears splay a bit. I could tell she missed him too. After a lifetime of his best behavior, he deserved some time to let loose. 
It couldn’t last that long, after all. 
My mother was right though. It would be so much better to use Dakota’s behavior against him. Kicking the donkey’s ass wasn’t like me. Never had been much of a fighter, obviously. Even if I did know some new, vicious moves that would be great to use. 
When I got to my room, I sat at my desk. This was the first time I had been in my room since I got home. There was a peculiar odor in the air. Musky. Heh…I made a mental note to clean my room. At least, I should make sure to get all my socks in the clothes hamper.  
Any attempts to do my homework proved futile. It was the same when I tried to distract myself with video games. They did nothing, but I did manage to waste a couple hours. 
I yawned. I wasn’t going to have any trouble getting to sleep tonight. As I gave up on trying to distract myself, my phone vibrated on the desk, knocking on wood. A text message. From Kevin! 

I think I found something. 

Those five words sent my tail into a hopeful wag. I knew I could count on the boar! Probably phished the webserver and…spoofed the mainframe…before fire walling the rootkit back to the video source…or whatever those savvy with tech do. I’m not really a computer guy beyond starting up my video game or surfing the internet.
Or looking at porn, apparently. 

Really!? What?

The minute it took the boar to reply to me felt like an eternity. I should have called him, but it was pretty late. Those dots danced endlessly on my phone screen as he entered his reply. 

I’ll show you tomorrow. Meet me in 
the computer lab at lunch. 

Lunch!? That was almost twelve hours away! Another text soon followed. 

It’s better I show you. Definitely 
proof though. 

Fuck! I was excited again, regardless of the wait! I quickly replied. 

You’re the best, man! 

This was good news! Oh man! I wasn’t sure what the boar did and really didn’t care at that moment. He worked his magic and got the proof. That means…it really was Dakota! My phone buzzed again. 

I know. 

By the way, you saw there there 
are more videos, right?

Wait. What? I realized I never even bothered to look at the channel after I made my discovery. After my dad interrupted me, I never thought to look into it further. Never bothered to open the channel or what have you besides copying the the web address to my phone. I never even glanced at the name of whoever posted it. 

No way… Shit. I never  
bothered to look.

Go to bed, dude =P You don’t want 
to go down that rabbit hole.

Yeah. Heh…You’re probably right.
Night, man. See you tomorrow. 

Alright. Raise of hands. Who thinks I went to sleep after that bit of news? Anyone? Yeah. That’s what I thought. More videos!? How busy have those incestuous jackasses been? 
My phone hardly hit the desk before I retrieved my laptop and took a seat on my bed. The video was still fresh in my history, so the dreaded address loaded after a couple letters. I hesitated then, unable to hit enter. 
Was I really excited right now? It was research, right? Yeah! Doing it in the name of research. More dirt is more dirt; more ammunition in my arsenal. This wasn’t titillating in any way! That thought gave me pause. 
Just do it. You know you want to. Just hit enter. No one will know. 
Yeah. My little secret. 
I hit enter. 
The orgasmic bray of a cumming donkey made me jump as the video instantly loaded from the point I last played it. Not only did I fail to clear my internet history, but I never turned down my volume either. I was getting careless. Thankfully, it was the only sound that got out before I muted the volume.  
On screen, Dakota’s father continued his wail as Mare choked on the copious offering. Gooey cum exploded from the corners of his muzzle as his throat gave up the challenge, unable to take it all. As I watched, I realized I never actually finished watching the video either, considering my interruption. 
And I didn’t bother finishing it. Not like I needed to learn the moral of that little story, anyway. The mouse arrow hesitated over the channel link for the video. 
Bad Brand. Original. 
The sensation I was doing something forbidden made my heart race and added another strange level to my excitement. There was no telling what additional treasures I was going to find. 
Apparently, lots, you guys. A treasure trove as they call it. Under the cannel name, seven videos loaded in a vertical column. Seven! That’s like…a loaded gun’s worth of ammo! A title was displayed next to each clip, keeping up an apparent theme. At the top of the totem pole was the all time classic. 
Brand #1. 
At this point, it felt as if it were branded into my very psyche. 
Judging by the information, whoever posted these had been busy with their uploads. On the same day as Brand #1, the second and third video were added. Their view counts were lower, as is the norm with a series. The fourth and fifth ones were added the following day, with the remainder the day after that. The same day I watched the first one. 
I expected maybe two, three at the most! For a moment, I stared dumbly at the screen. Where do I even start? 
The beginning idiot!
Or at least number 2. 

Brand #2: Mare entertains the Spy.

This time, I made sure I was ready. Before I turned off my lights, I stripped down to my boxers. It would be better if it appeared like I was asleep. To avoid interruptions, of course. Grabbing my headphones, I climbed back into bed. 
This time I lie down, getting comfortable with the laptop resting beside me. I hesitated again. Just having the videos was enough, right? I didn’t need to actually watch them. The knowledge they were there should suffice. That god damn morbid curiosity, though. I clicked the link.
The video was shot in the same location, that much was certain. Even if the activity had moved into the small living room, I could tell it was the dingy interior of the trailer. Mare knelt on the dirty floor in front of a worn and tattered couch, appearing much the same as he did before. The only difference was a bandana tied around his head, covering his eyes.
The video was of the same lo-fi quality. Probably shot from the same cell phone camera. It lingered on the gimp for a moment before it moved in for a close up. The tracking shot moved across Mare’s wet muzzle, pearly strands of donkey cum drying on the leather mask. It was hard to tell how much time had passed, but it appeared to be the same night. This was the apparent aftermath of the first video. A paw gripped the zipper on the mask and pulled it closed, sealing Mare’s muzzle up. As the camera panned, it went lower along the canine’s body. The forced blow job was a catastrophic failure for the poor gimp, as even more jizz coated his chin and ran down his chest. 
The camera pulled back enough to reveal the younger donkey standing behind the kneeling gimp, once again stopping just short of revealing any identity. Naked from the waist down, Boy’s glistening cock hung lip, nearly to his knees. He wore the same black shirt as before. It was impossible not to think of him a Dakota, but…innocent until proven guilty, right?
Without warning, or care for their couch, Boy placed a foot square in the middle of Mare’s back and shoved with enough force to send the gimp forward awkwardly. With his arms and tail still restrained behind his back, the canine could do nothing but fall until he collided with the couch. A yelp came from the canine’s muzzled mouth before it was buried in the dirty cushions.
“Come see what donkey dick can do, pipsqueak,” Boy directed. 
Pipsqueak?
The angle changed again as the camera moved. It wasn’t until I saw the older donkey standing behind the couch that I realized there was a third party in this little game! As the camera drifted lower, I almost get a glance at Pa’s face, but he smartly moved off screen at the last moment. 
Not that it would have mattered. Mare’s body blocked most of the view as the image closed in on his gaping asshole. Fresh cum ran from it, the flow continuing lower to drip off the gimp’s small balls. A paw suddenly swatted the gray furred ass.
“Wink, Mare!”
Mare’s yelp was muffled by the cushions. The sight made me cringe. Muscles along the base of the bound tail flexed as the gaping tailring appeared to quiver, like its trying to close. Or wink. More of the slick slime bubbled from its depths. The camera, unlike myself, never looked away. 
It was time to fast forward. 
I yawned again as I skipped ahead. My eyes felt heavy. 
The camera lingered on the yawning asshole a bit too long. When the angle finally changed, I played it again. In fact, this must be from a different camera as the angle switched to the opposite side of the living room instantly. They actually did some editing on this one. 
I got my first glimpse of Pipsqueak. Unlike the two donkeys, he was fully dressed. Much like the donkeys, his identity was hidden as well. The new guy was lanky in contrast to the burly equine next to him. For a brief moment, he held one of those old flip phone in his paw before he dropped it into his pocket. 
“Okay.” This must be Pip. Despite the bulge tenting his trousers, he sounded uncertain. Frightened perhaps. “I…did what you asked. I’m…gonna go now.”
“Hah,” Boy laughed, “Ya seriously thought you’re here so I could show off?”
“Ummm,” the smaller male took a step back, in the direction of the front door. 
Boy stopped the newcomer from retreating further, “Ya’ll are part of this now.”
With a shove, Pip stumbled forward and threw his paws out, catching himself against Mare’s side. The difference in size was instantly noticeable. Even on his knees, Mare made the lanky male appear much smaller. 
“Guys,” Pip whined and struggled to his feet. 
Boy blocked his way, “Do it.” 
Even with the filter over his voice, I could tell Boy wasn’t fucking around. Pip was in a dangerous situation. In one smooth motion, the young donkey took a hold of the lanky male’s arm and twisted it roughly behind his back. Pip went rigid with a cry of pain. 
“Please!” The lanky male squirmed in an attempt to alleviate the pressure on his arm.
Boy didn’t relent, “Here…You virgins just need help.” The donkey’s other paw reached around and gave Pip’s bulge a grope, “Ya wanna join in anyway, pipsqueak.”
As if to live up to his name, Pip did indeed squeak, then squirmed in the donkey’s hold until Boy tugged his arm tighter, “Ah hah…No! I don’t!”
“Shoulda thought of that before you played spy, ya little shit,” Boy fingers now fumbling for the buckle of Pip’s pants. 
With little fanfare, the donkey undid the buckle and violently stripped the other male of his garment revealing vibrant brown fur. The shape of his hips and tail was that of a weasel. Even if the lanky male felt threatened, it did little to deter his arousal. A thin, long cock sprung upwards from a creamy white sheath once his pants were pushed down to his knees. 
“Shit, boy!” Pa snorted from behind the camera. “Even that little fucker has a bigger cock than Mare. Look at that thing.”
It was true. The little guy wasn’t so small in the sheath department. 
“Fuck him,” Boy simply said. That got a laugh from Pa off camera. He sounded proud of his son.
My heart began to race as the donkey said that. There was that show of power again, controlling the situation. Much like Mare in the previous episode of Depraved Donkeys, Pip didn’t want to fuck. That didn’t matter to Boy though. 
“W…what?” Pip struggled anew, only to be held tighter by the donkey. 
“I…said…Fuck…him.” There was nothing friendly about the donkey’s words. “Ya know…I feel like I could go again myself.” Boy twisted the arm in his hold until he got another pained squeak from Pip. The donkey’s voice was low, almost a growl, “But I’m bored of this Mare. I’ll need somethin’ else ta fuck.”
“Pleeeaassee,” Pip whined, terrified of the implications. He saw first hand what donkey dick could do. We all did.
That didn’t matter to his body though. Apparently this little weasel was as depraved as the donkeys. If anything, his cock throbbed harder. 
“God damn,” Boy grumbled. “I have ta do all the work.”
Boy reached around those brown furred thin hips and gripped Pip’s cock tightly before moving forward. The difference in size between Mare and Pip became even more clear as Boy forced the lanky male behind the gimp’s presented ass. Pip didn’t even have to bend his knees for his cock to align with the canine’s messy rump. It made Boy’s work much easier.
“No no no,” Pip pleaded and pressed back against the nude donkey behind him, but was easily overpowered. 
Fuck.
As heavy as my eyes were, I couldn’t take them from the screen. Suspicions aside, I once again fell into the trap and watched with nearly hypnotic attention. 
Boy shifted his grip on the raging shaft in his paw until he gripped the base, then shoved forward with his own hips. Pip’s thin body was powerless to withstand the force. The camera caught it all as Pip’s cock disappeared under Mare’s upturned tail. Both the lanky male and burly gimp groaned together as Boy stepped away with a confident gait. 
I expected Pip to make a retreat the instant he was released, or at least half expected it. Let’s just say I wasn’t surprised when the weasel took a firm hold of the gimp’s leather clad hips and proceeded to fuck the shit out Mare.
“Jesus,” Pip moaned. His hips drove into the moaning gimp rapidly, aided by the hefty load of donkey cum lining mare’s insides. The sounds were disgusting to say the least. 
Boy stood aside to admire his handy work, “I think he likes it, Pa.”
The image zeroed in to their union, the weasel controlled by pure, overwhelming instinct. The slick mess churned up by his pumping shaft did nothing to deter him from his task. His sheath and balls - hell, his entire groin up to his belly - were a mess of donkey semen, pushed out by his jackhammer thrusts. Mare’s balls weren’t the only thing dripping cum now. 
As if to prove the donkey right, Pip leaned over gimp’s back to get better leverage and force himself even harder into the bound male’s bowels. By the looks of things, he wasn’t going to last very long. Just like the now confident Boy before him, Pip’s motions were erratic and unfocused. No where near the controlled and methodical thrusts shown by Pa in the last video. 
If I hadn’t seen the previous few minutes, I’d have thought the weasel was eagerly game for this the whole time. 
“Oh fuck,” Pip moaned, holding Mare tighter as his thrusts grew shallow, choosing to keep most of his maleness buried within the gimp’s hot confines. 
“Damn, pipsqueak! Look at you go!” The younger donkey laughed, egging the weasel on. “Do it! Cum in him.”
By the looks of it, that’s exactly what the weasel intended to do. The camera never pulled from the sloppy mating as more and more of Pip’s shaft was forced into the mare until the lanky male drove every single inch in with each thrust. They were rough - rougher than either donkey had been - and actually made the bound gimp whine through his muzzle. 
Finally, Pip pressed in and went totally rigid. With an almost pathetic chortle, more a squeak really, he announced his release. His paws scrabbled along the leather clad sides of Mare as if trying to gain anchorage to drive himself even deeper. His entire body trembled as he unloaded. 
Breathless, Pip’s form relaxed, “F…fuck…” Slowly, he withdrew his spent cock, the contents of his balls now added to the mess already within Mare. The lanky male no longer sounded uncertain or scared, “W…what a bitch!”
Despite my excitement, my eyelids drifted closed. It was getting hard to keep them open. I must have dozed momentarily because when I opened them, the angle changed again. Mare was on his back against the couch, legs spread. Both Boy and Pip stood over the gimp, their sheaths no longer showing much signs of life.  
The smoldering cigar, just as much a star of the videos as the donkeys or gimp at this point, appeared in view. The half nude donkey held it out to Pip who seemed uncertain about taking it. 
“Umm,” the weasel’s paw waved dismissively at the cigar. “I…don’t smoke?”
“Then don’t smoke it,” Boy was obviously bullying this participant as much as he bullied the gimp.
“I uh,” Pip seemed confused. “Huh?”
“It ain’t for smoking, dumb ass,” Boy informed him as the lanky male hesitantly took the cigar. 
I knew what it was for. 
“Add your mark,” the younger donkey said, patting the weasel’s back in a friendly manner. 
“My…mark…” Pip contemplated the words.
The image zoomed in, right to the circular burn on the canine’s thigh as Boy pressed a foot paw against it. The gimp squealed. 
“Ooohhhh,” Pipsqueak said knowingly. “My mark…”
He wouldn’t. 
Before I could know for sure, my eyes closed again. A yelp jolted me awake. Initially, I thought it was Mare, being branded again. I looked to my laptop to find the screen dark. Confusion filled my groggy head as I glanced at the clock. 
2AM?
Must have been a figment of my imagination. I chuckled and closed my eyes again, only to hear another yelp followed by a crash from the front of the house. That definitely wasn’t my imagination. Whatever it was gained a soft whimper. Then another. 
I sighed. 
Sounded like dad had too much again. The old wolf was a sloppy drunk it seemed. 
Frustrated, I set my laptop aside and rolled out of bed. More commotion came from the livingroom or dining room as I left my bedroom. There were no attempts to stay quiet anymore, if there ever were any to begin with. A growl formed in my chest, but caught in my throat when I heard my father’s voice. 
“Fuck you’ve got a good muzzle.”
Sounds of slurping came from beyond the end of the hallway and froze me in my tracks. A queasy feeling filled my guts as my mind filled in the blanks. My father’s moans only helped illustrate lewd images in my head and filled my ears with heat as they pinned to my head. 
Shit. My parents. 
One of the biggest benefits of my father being in the military my whole life was having absolutely zero chance of stumbling across my parents in ‘the act’. I had no intention of ever changing that, especially now. Cautiously, I backpedaled toward my room with gentle steps so as to not alert them. Sloppy slurps did much to conceal my presence, but they stopped before I reached my room. 
“This what you want bitch?”
Bitch? In my embarrassment, I nearly gave myself away with a snicker, picturing my dad speaking to my mom in such a way. No one spoke to my mother like that. At least, not that I knew of. I definitely never heard my father speak like that before, anyway.
“Fuck,” a breathless voice responded. 
Wait a minute. That wasn’t my mother’s voice. 
That wasn’t even a female.  
What the hell was going on?
Retreat was an afterthought as curiosity got the best of me. I crept away from the safety of my room. Not wanting my presence known, I held my breath and peered around the corner into the dining room. My blood went ice cold as my heart forgot to beat. 
I wish I had gone back to my room. 
My father sat in one of the chairs near the dining room table, naked as the day he was born. Between his muscular, spread thighs, a trim, leather clad gimp knelt. Judging by the shape of the hungry muzzle slurping on my old man’s massive length, it was definitely a canine, but the mask obscured further details. The leather outfit covered the dog completely, besides the gray ears poking from the top and the exposed crotch, allowing me to see an eagerly wagging tail and a throbbing little twig of his own.
Whoever it was apparently had no gag reflex as his head bobbed without issue on what appeared to be one of the largest cocks I had ever laid eyes on. Dakota and his father would be envious of my father, his dick as big as the rest of him. 
A disturbing thrill went through me, witnessing my father like this. A son should never see the contents of their father’s sheath. The sheath itself, sure. I hear that kind of thing was bound to happen sooner or later, but never at full mast. Groans came from my father, but I never saw his grin falter as he looked down upon the bitch pleasuring him. My fur stood on end when his eyes rolled and landed upon me with a devious leer. 
“Ah, Trooper!” 
Busted.
“Ready for our training, boy?” Phil licked his lips, now rocking his hips in time to the bob of the gimp’s head. 
My pulse raced with…excitement? For some reason, I really was ready for training. I stepped out of my hiding place and took a couple hesitant steps into the dining room.  It didn’t feel like I had control of myself as my head nodded. 
“Good,” my father’s voice was a throaty growl. “Time to learn how to make a proper bitch. They can lick dick all day long, but they’re not an actual bitch until they’re fucked.”
Why did this all seem so…familiar?
Phil leaned in and placed a large paw on the gimp’s gray furred ass. With an audible pop, the male’s muzzle pulled off my father’s cock the moment the large wolf squeezed. 
“Woah guys. I only came to…YARP!”
Both the gimp and I yelped in unison, one of pain and one of surprise. Pa’s speed was unexpected as he stood and punched the kneeling canine in the face. The gimp’s head snapped back. 
“Wow,” I heard myself say without thinking. My labored breath grew into full pants.  
Towering over the gimp, Pa’s growl was so vicious it even made me tremble. I’d never want to be on the receiving end of such attention. The canine whimpered and cowered away. Could you blame him?
“You came to obey! Understood?” Pa snarled.
Wasn’t he worried about waking mother up? For some reason, that was a fleeting concern. 
“Yes!” The canine squealed. “Sorry! I’m sorry!” 
The voice sounded familiar, like someone I knew, but for some reason I couldn’t pinpoint it. Not that I dwelled on it. This display of power from my father turned me on. I felt my sheath filling out in my boxers. 
“That’s what I thought,” the big wolf’s voice was a little softer now, but his actions weren’t. 
With a rough shove of his foot, Pa sent the canine tumbling away and returned to his seat. 
“Now come here and beg to be my bitch,” my father commanded. 
A sense of deja vu hit me hard, but I couldn’t place it. Like some kind of repeated experience, I knew the canine would crawl over and beg. There was no hesitation as the gimp scrambled to all fours and crawled to my father’s feet to properly obey the command. 
“Please,” the pathetic beast whimpered between my father’s legs, tail tucked firmly over his rump. He kept his head low, gaze on the ground in a show of timidity and submission,  “Please let me be your bitch.”
The next punch made the bitch buckle with the force, falling to his side with another yelp. That one hurt. The dog didn’t move for a moment as he curled into a fetal position. 
“Did I tell you to ask my feet?”
The gimp scrambled to his knees again, ears pinned tight to his skull. This time, he obeyed to the T, full attention on Pa’s grinning maw, looking up at the large wolf as if he were some kind of god to be praised, “Please! Let me be your bitch!”
“Good,” the big wolf’s features relaxed. “That means you take the knot.” As if it could possibly be ignored, he directed my attention to the swollen orb at the base of his cock. Even with such a large paw, my father couldn’t get his fingers around it. 
It was downright terrifying.
The pathetic dog tensed at the implication, obviously uncertain now, “I…” His head gave a slow shake, “I don’t think…”
This time, my father held back and only slapped the canine across the muzzle. It was still hard enough to snap the gimp’s head to the side, but not forceful enough to put him on his back again. 
“That wasn’t a request.” Dad looked over at me, his grin was nearly psychotic. “A bitch doesn’t think. They serve. And obey. Trooper.” 
Dumbly, I only nodded, frozen to the spot. Fuck this show of power was turning me on. 
Pa caught the bitch under the chin and squeezed down with enough pressure to cut off any other complaint from the canine. It felt like it cut off my air as well. My throat went bone dry when he used that hold to lift the gimp from the floor as his other paw took a grip of the canine’s thin hip. My dad didn’t even need to flex to keep the canine aloft, it was so effortless. 
The dog scrabbled at my father’s thick forearm, gagging as he struggled to break free. Somehow my father looked gigantic now. Even sitting down, the gimp couldn’t touch the floor with his feet. Slow and methodical, Pa moved the bitch until the canine hovered above his thick, leaking shaft. 
“Trooper,” the wolf’s eyes were on me again. “Come. See what it’s like to become a bitch.”
My eagerness surprised me as I moved in, a little closer than I’d ever have imagined I’d be to my father in that state. The unbelievable reek of my dad’s musk hit my nose. Disturbingly, I found my mouth watering. My father lowered the dog toward his twitching length. The taper missed its target as the canine squirmed.
“Guide me in, boy,” Pa grunted, paws tight on his prize. “My paws are full.”
Could I really do that? 
Apparently I could. Kneeling next to the chair, my paw trembled as it moved forward and closed around my father’s impressive shaft. Molten heat threatened to sear my pawpad at the first touch. My fingers tips didn’t even come close to touching around my old man’s cock. As my father lifted the squirming gimp again, I angled his shaft so the tapered tip aimed right at its target. This time, when he lowered the canine, his leaking glan pushed snuggly against the center of the bitch’s defenseless tail ring. 
We worked together, father and son, to make this bitch. The pride I felt in that moment was indescribable. 
“There’s no way that’s going to fit.”
I wasn’t sure who said that. I think my muzzle moved to speak, but I couldn’t be sure, too mesmerized by the sight of my dad’s member snuggly nestled against the canine’s asshole.  
“Your old man gets that a lot,” Pa gave his hips a slight sway before they thrust upward. I felt his dick slide through my grip. My fingers maintained their hold until I saw his dick spread the canine wide and slide in. “It’s never true. It always fits.”
Bitch yelped, motionless, “Fuck! Aggghhh...mmm!”
Even though I no longer held my dad’s shaft, I kept my front row seat to the show. For some reason, I couldn’t resist the urge and sniffed my paw. Fuck it smelled good. 
Inch after inch disappeared within the mewling canine until that terrifying knot pressed snuggly under his tail. Miraculously, he took every single bit! 
“Fuck,” I couldn’t get a breath still. My head spun. “Bitch wants it bad.”
“Everybody does, son,” dad said proudly. 
When he released the gimps throat, I found myself panting with the canine. Pa gripped the bitch’s hips and held the canine steady as he rolled his lap against the gimp’s rump. The movement got a whimper from the poor dog. 
“Fuck!” The canine clutched the thick pelt covering my father’s chiseled pecs. “No!” The bitch’s head shook from side to side, starting to pound his fists against the large wolf. “There’s no way!”
Pa laughed at the pathetic pleas, overpowering the canine with no effort whatsoever. It was impossible for the bitch to move. Accepting his fate, the bitch’s form went slack when my father rolled his hips again. 
“No…” The canine’s whine was weaker, less sure. His form trembled with a sob. 
“Shhh,” my father’s voice was soothing to the creature in his lap. “It’s okay. This is your purpose.” The big wolf held firm, his knot never leaving its touch on the canine’s overstretched hole. The next sway of his hips got a moan from the trembling bitch. “Feel that?”
The canine could only respond with a weak nod. 
“That’s my bitch maker. There’s no going back after that.” Pa used a finger to direct the gimps gaze to meet his own, their noses practically touching. The big wolf’s eyes were stern, “Ask again to be my bitch.”
Blood pumped through my veins so rapidly I felt I was going to pass out. I couldn’t imagine what the canine felt. It felt like my cock was going to burst out of my boxers at my father’s show of dominance. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen in my life. This dog was his. His property. His territory. His.
Even with the mask on, I could see the canine’s muzzle tremble as I waited in anticipation for what I knew was coming. 
“P…Please,” the gimp’s gaze remained locked with the alpha wolf, accepting his place. “Make me your bitch.”
The grin that twisted my father’s muzzle was downright evil. The first full thrust of my father’s cock was terrifying. He pulled back so abruptly I thought the dog’s insides would follow, only to shove back in to the hilt with enough force the canine physically bounced upwards. There was no hesitation with the second thrust. Or third. 
I should have been disturbed by so many things. The fact my father’s cock was less than a foot from my muzzle, repeatedly hilting in some bitch’s tail hole. The reek of my dad’s arousal as he leaked musky pre into the gimp’s body. The sound of their union as it grew sloppier and sloppier. 
The erection straining my boxers. 
Yet, I wasn’t. I helped him achieve this! This was our work!
“Keep watching, boy,” my father’s spoke steadily. I did as told. “This is…how you…make a bitch…”
With a snarl, my father stood from the chair. Taken off guard by the unexpected movement, I hardly had time to step out of the way as Pa carried the dog to the dining room table. It rocked with the force of their collision, but my dad never missed a beat and continued to hammer the endlessly panting canine’s prostate. The poor bitch could hardly even utter a whine as he was railed with such ferocity the heavy table slid a bit along the ground. 
Pa’s tail flagged upwards in a sign of dominance. From my new vantage point, I had a side long view of their union. With a particularly hard drive forward, I practically heard the pop as Pa’s obscenely bloated knot spread the dog’s tailring to unbelievable proportions before disappearing into him. Both canine’s snarled together, one becoming a bitch while the other laid his claim. 
 Arching his back, every impressive muscle in my father’s form flexed before his muzzle lifted to howl his pleasure. The poor canine on the other paw wasn’t so vocal as he fell limp under the alpha male seeding him. At some point, the pathetic male had cum, strands of wasted seed painting the black leather over his belly. 
“God damn,” I heard myself  speak unconsciously. 
Gradually, my father’s climax subsided and left him panting. His gaze returned to me as he flashed all his teeth, “See, Trooper? It always fits”
I dumbly nodded. 
It sure did. 
Unceremoniously, he ripped his knot free, hardly getting a reaction from the defeated canine. I gasped as a torrent of spent seed flowed from the canine’s gaping asshole to soak the underside of his hanging tail. There was so much that it actually traveled to the tip and splashed onto the floor. I imagine mom wouldn’t be too happy about that mess. Actually, I imagine mom wouldn’t be too happy about a lot of things right  about now, but my mother was the least of my concerns. Dad turned the gimp over. With a rough tug, he gripped the canine’s soiled tail and wrenched it upwards, exposing a red, yawning tailhole, messy with the big wolf’s mark. 
“Look at that ass, boy,” my father commanded as he stood next to the table, spent cock still throbbing as it pointed at the ceiling. 
I obeyed again, admiring Pa’s handy work. Even now, the bitch’s ring visibly quivered, as if missing something now. My father actually changed this dog’s physical form. It was absolutely amazing. 
“Your turn, Trooper.”
What?
“He’s gonna feel real good around your dick, son. Just wait until you knot that cunt.” His other paw gave the exposed rump a swat, “Up up, boy.”
Now my nerves made themselves known. An electrifying tremble rushed through me. I had never had sex before. Never even came close to it. I must admit, I never in a million years would have thought my first time would involve my father. 
This was wrong, was’t it? 
That ship sailed a long time ago, Trooper. 
No. I felt a grin form on my muzzle as I moved in. How could bonding with my father be wrong? Unashamed, I pushed my boxer down and kicked them off, revealing my own impressive member to my onlooking father. 
“That’s it Trooper,” he urged as my paws touched the wet, gray fur of our bitch’s rump. It didn’t matter in the slightest that it was drenched with my dad’s semen. 
Driven by youthful excitement, I didn’t waste any time mounting the bitch. Gripping the base of my cock, I ran the sensitive tip along the soiled cleft of the dog’s ass, gasping as it teased the still gaping asshole in its travels. I gave my father another look, my final one as a virgin, before I turned my attention back to the prone gimp…and watched as my length disappeared into his depths. 
I tensed as I felt unbelievable heat surround my cock. So this is what sex felt like. I thought it would have felt similar to when I stroked myself, but I was wrong. So wrong. 
Considering the girth that had just spread him, I could still feel the bitch gripping my length. I felt a rush of pride run through me. My father’s gaze was full of pride as I became a man before him. This was the kind of bonding I had been striving for with the big wolf. This was the proper kind of quality time a son should spend with his father. 
The bitch knocked on the table with a fist when I pressed my lap to his ass, throbbing in his depths. 
The canine gave a weak whimper which only added to my pleasure. I felt overwhelmed with power and control, more pleasurable than anything his quivering bowels could give me. The first thrust was the most amazing thing I had ever felt. Or at least it was until the second. Soon, I was fucking our bitch with wild abandon. 
The dog gave another distracting knocked on the table again. 
Weird.
I lost myself to the sensation, driven by instinct and the gimp’s continued mewls of pleasure. My paws gripped the canine’s hips as I pulled them back to meet each thrust, “Good dog.” I growled, “Fuck…good boy.” 
Shamefully, I didn’t last long at all, my knot swollen to its limit. Too lost in the moment, I wasn’t paying attention to that either when I suddenly felt it gain purchase and lock us together. 
“Trooper,” my father’s voice got my attention as he continued to watch from the sidelines, “You obey so well.”
What?
That confused me. My eyes opened as I came back to reality, cock locked to the gimp in our dining room. No longer whimpering under me, the canine looked over his shoulder at me, deep blue eyes accusatory while my hips quivered against his rump. One of his fists knocked on the table once more. My thrusts faltered as my knot held firm in the depths of the dog under me. My father’s words registered. They hurt. No matter how depraved his commands had gotten, I obeyed every one of them. 
Just like a bitch. 
“Don’t be a bitch, Trooper.” Pa slipped his fingers under the mask around the canine’s head, right where it met the gimp’s shoulders. “Trooper.”
My breath caught as he lifted it up…then off. Every muscle in my body tensed as those words sank in and I found myself looking into my own face. The expression of panic and lust was almost unrecognizable, but it was me I was tied to. The most powerful climax I ever felt hit me moments later, screwing my eyes shut as I sprayed into…the bitch. 
When I opened them, I sat panting in my bed. I looked around frantically for a moment, confused. My room was dimly lit by blue light leaking in around the closed curtain. It took a moment before I heard another knock at the bedroom door. 
“Trooper?”
 A dream? It was all a dream!?
Hah…I mean…Obviously. 
And shamefully, a wet one considering the throbber peeking out of my boxers and the wet mess on my belly.
Oh man. What in the Freudian fuck was that!?
My door opened a split second later, giving me even less time to cover up. 
“Trooper,” he said cautiously. “You up, son?” 
I groaned, “Ugh…Yeah. Sorry. I’m up.” 
In the door way, my father smirked as he watched me. His nose twitched, sniffing. 
Fuck! Caught again!
“Uh.” The big wolf smirked, “Better be. We’re already running late.”
I glanced at the clock. It was already 6AM! 
“Damn!” 
The shock got me up and out of bed without a thought. I began to rummage for my gym gear, totally forgetting my current state. My head spun from the dream as my psyche tried to deal with the lingering emotions it left bubbling in me, but the relief I felt was indescribable. I worked a tight undershirt over my torso before I turned to face my dad.
“Grab a change of clothes and your school stuff too. We may not have time to come back after our workout,” he said as his eyes glanced downward once, then back to me. He cleared his throat, “I will uh…wait for you in the kitchen while you get ready, Trooper.” 
I felt my ears flush hot when I realized the display I presented. To make matters worse, I was fully knotted. Let’s just say my dad got a good eyeful and leave it at that, yeah? 
Perfect start to my day. 
“God, to be young again.” My father turned away with a shake of his head, “Ten minutes, soldier! Hustle!” He didn’t look back.
“Sir yes sir!” 
How embarrassing! It took me a moment to compose myself. I changed my shirt as an obvious wet spot appeared on the front. I used the old one to wipe down my fur the best I could. Did that really happen? Why did that excite me so much? I shook the question from my head as I gathered my things. That was a path I didn’t want to go down. Ever. Dreams were weird and did weird things. Obviously, I had some pent up energy I needed to burn off. 
Yeah, that’s what was pent up.
Ten minutes later, we were in the truck heading for the gym. The trip was so awkward. I found it impossible to dislodge the lingering images of the dream from my head. Usually, such things dissipate rapidly after I wake up, but not today. For all intents and purposes, I had just seen my father fucking...a bitch…in vivid detail.  
The only conclusion I could come to was that damn video! It must be getting ot me. That was the only excuse. 
Or you’re jealous and want to be as close to your dad as Dakota is to his. 
I really hate that little voice in my head sometimes. 
“You alright, son?” Dad glanced at me, ears perked. 
“Huh?” I nodded my head after a moment, registering the question after it was asked, “Oh…uh yeah. Sorry. I just…didn’t sleep well.” I regretted saying it the moment it left my mouth.
The big wolf grinned. I knew what was coming, “You know…”
Oh god, don’t say it.
“Wet dreams are only natural.” 
He said it. 
“Dad!” I groaned as my head fell back on the truck’s seat. 
Like any father, the wolf got a thrill out of his son’s discomfort. Unfortunately, his son was me. “As you get older, your body starts to go through changes…”
I growled and glared at him, “About six years too late for this talk, old man.”
My dad continued anyway, “You notice new and exciting scents. Fur grows thicker in certain places.”
“Oh…My…God!” I whined. My ears must have been glowing radioactive, there was so much heat coming from them. “Dad!”
He wiggled a brow, “Your sheath droops.”
“That’s it,” I growled, reaching for the door. “I’m out. Stop the truck.”
Even if I was joking, it was too late. We pulled into the strip mall parking lot and came to a stop.  
“Seriously though, Trooper,” his look became sincere as I met his gaze. “You have nothing to be ashamed of.” His eyes dipped downward, and I knew instantly what he was referring to. That sincere look didn’t last long as he began laughing.
“Jesus christ,” I rolled my eyes and got out of the truck. 
My old man continued to laugh as he got out as well, “Nothing a good - hard - workout won’t fix either, son.”
“You know what?” I growled at him as we entered the gym. “I look forward to the next time we train in the back yard so I can kick your ass.”
Phil waved at the buff bull standing behind the front counter, “Hey Brad.”
Brad bellowed, “Phil! You’re late. Didn’t think you were going to make it. ” The mammoth male took on a serious look as his attention turned to me. He lifted a paw in salute, “Trooper!” 
I saluted back.
“Don’t let this little wolf work ya too hard, soldier,” Brad indicated my father with a nod of his horned head.
“As if,” I replied before we pushed through the second door into the gym proper. 
Unlike previously, the gym was crowded, bustling with at least twenty males at different stages of strenuous exercise. Apparently, it grew busy as the morning wore on, after we were normally done. We usually completed our routine a good twenty minutes ago. 
“Find an unused bench,” my dad said. “I’ll find us some lockers.” 
Handing off my duffle, I looked around for an unused bench. Every piece of equipement was in use. I noticed a stocky lynx grunt a few final presses before he racked the bar and sat up, panting. When I approached, he grinned at me. Before I could say anything, he spoke. 
“You Phil’s boy?”
“Uh, yeah,” I nodded. Everyone seemed to know my old man. I held out a paw, “David.”
“Hey David. I’m Ted.” The lynx took a firm grip of my paw and shook. “Your old man’s probably the best workout partner you could have,” the feline continued as he released the grip. “Definitely knows what he’s doing considering…you know.” He flexed a bicep to indicate his point
Yeah yeah. Dad’s huge.
“Tell that to my sore muscles,” I joked. “Mind if we work in?”
With a slight laugh at my words, the cat nodded before he wiped down the bench with a towel, “All yours. I was just finishing up.” 
“Awesome! Thanks, man!”
Adjusting the weight on the bar, I was impressed by the crazy amount the cat could press. By the time I put it to a more realistic weight, my father had returned. He moved to the head of the bench. 
“Ready, Trooper?” 
My reply was an eager nod. This was the first time since Thursday we had a chance to work out. It felt as if my tanks were full. Training in the back yard had been put on hold with my friends staying the weekend. 
Not to mention the built up enthusiasm for the news Kevin had for me today. 
I was on total overload. 
“Alright,” Dad said as he moved in, ready to spot me. “Give me twelve good ones.”
One thing I found strange about lifting weights, and bench press in general, was how close the spotter had to be. It made sense considering the purpose, but it seemed incredibly impersonal and somewhat uncomfortable standing so close. I didn’t need my father nearly straddling my muzzle. 
Unlike the lingering mixture of odors in the air, there was no doubt where that musky smell came from. 
Don’t think about it, I warned myself as I hammered out twelve lifts as fast as I could to distract myself. Fuck, my mind really wanted to wander back to my dream. 
With a grunt, I racked the bar and sat up before I began to pant. I must have held my breath. The last thing I needed to do was huff my dad’s balls. 
Before that little image could fully form in my head, I growled, “More weight.”
Dad looked pleased by that, “That’s the spirit!”
I tried not to read my father’s scents and blamed the smell on a new cologne as I caught my breath. There was a lingering smoky layer in his pelt that was unnatural and intensified the additional mysterious odor. Perhaps it was his general body odor I was getting a whiff of. Not like I showered before coming to the gym either. That would be silly. 
Stop thinking of your father’s scent, weirdo. 
My thoughts made me feel silly as my father returned with two five pound plates. He added to the weight already on the bar. That smokey scent returned with him. Whatever it was, it…was. Much like any scent, I knew I’d grow used to it over time. 
I pushed the thought from my mind as I lie down again, focusing on breathing through my mouth as I pushed out twelve more. 
“That looked easy too,” dad announced, already going for more weight.
The added weight didn’t wear me out either. I still felt energized. Next, we moved onto some leg exercises. Dad laughed as I groaned. Even with the few times we’ve gone to the gym, he knew I hated those. Didn’t stop him from putting it in rotation. 
Much like bench press, this was another awkward lift with a spotter. Thankfully, it didn’t involve my dad straddling my head. Not that having him hovering behind me was any better. With the weight on the bar, I hooked it over my shoulders and stepped back from the rack. Instantly, my dad was there, arms around me, breath puffing into my scruff.
Awkward. 
“Alright, lets do ten of these,” he suggested. “Go!”
As I bent my legs and lowered into a squat, dad followed, staying close in case I needed help standing back up. It felt a little too close, especially when my rump pressed into his lap. That connection instantly made my mind do its thing again, threatening to conjure those cursed images. I stood instantly.
Fucking dream. 
“Come on, son,” Dad growled, “Get your rump lower!”
Why’d he have to say that? I repeated the process. This time I lowered further, trying to ignore the lumpy pressure against my rump as I got low. The thin fabric of sweat pants did little to conceal what was within. 
This time, I made a show of straining with the weight as I stood. Maybe it would prevent more from being added. The last thing I wanted was to fail out and have my father’s arms tighten around me. I made sure to get through them as fast as possible to move on. There weren’t any other lifts that involved such awkward spotting. 
Eventually, I managed to lose myself in the workout as the hour wore on. The endorphin rush kept my mind happy and distracted. Even my father noticed the push I made as we went through the routine. Dad even joined in, after the squats of course. Bar bell curls. Overhead press. Pull ups. Dead lifts. We did it all and I didn’t even feel the slightest bit winded.  
“Absolutely love the enthusiasm Trooper,” his muzzle held a familiar prideful grin as I went for another set of deadlifts, “but I think we ran out of time ten minutes ago.”
“Shit.” Time flew right by. 
Dad laughed, “Let’s get you to school.” 
“Eh,” I shrugged. “We should keep working out instead.” I said as I  followed my father to the locker room. 
A swamp of sweaty musk greeted my nose when I entered the locker room, strong enough to even cover the slight hint of bleach cleanser. It made the area seem clean yet…not? Not sure what the best word for it was, but it was strong. The reason was obvious. Much like the main gym, the locker room was fairly lively with a good eight guys lingering about in different states of undress. 
Previously, we had enough time to head home after a workout. We would gather our things from the locker and just leave. Running late as we were, that wasn’t an option today. Also, the locker room would be virtually empty after our previous workouts. Not so today. 
I wasn’t daft and knew what locker rooms were for, but this was far different from the quick, awkward changes we did at school for PE. When starting high school, I remember being nervous as hell, thinking I’d have to shower after gym. Movies and TV shows made it seem like it was part of the deal, as if I’d be seeing my friends naked on the regular. Never could imagine doing such a thing. It just seemed…wrong. Thankfully, much like the fictionalized accounts of highschool life in those shows, showering at school wasn’t a thing. 
Not so, here. 
My ears flushed hot when I caught sight of Ted without a stitch of clothing on as I ventured deeper into the locker room. It was so strange to me seeing the lynx undressed like that after having just met the guy no more than an hour ago. As he confidently walked toward the steaming showers, he caught sight of us by our lockers and waved a friendly paw. 
“Good workout?”
My father grinned and nodded, somehow holding his attention on the feline, as if he weren’t talking to a completely naked male, “Definitely going to feel it later.”
Ted laughed, “No pain no gain!” 
How could they be so nonchalant!?
With a nod, Ted continued his trek, even stopping to have a friendly chat with a half dressed elk who seemed none the less bothered by his nude companion. My jaw dropped when the elk joined the lynx by kicking his pants off, flaunting one of the largest sheaths I had ever seen before. 
Now, don’t get me wrong. This wasn’t the first time I’ve seen someone naked. I’m a healthy teenager after all, with my own computer and cell phone. However, this was the first time I’ve seen another male naked in real life. And now I’d seen two. 
Thanks, dad.
My eyes darted to my feet when I realized I was staring. A mixture of embarrassment and overwhelming shyness continued to burn in my ears and cheeks. 
“Hey Trooper!” Dad caught my attention. “Good workout today.” 
Glancing his way, I looked just in time to see him pull his shirt over his shoulders and toss it in his open locker. Dad wasn’t a small wolf by any standards, as we mentioned before. Now, it felt as if he towered over me. Wolves are hairy by default, but my father’s pelt was almost lion like. Thick gray fur lined his shoulders and traveled over his chest and stomach like a mane, creating a shaggy path of fluff that trailed into his sweats. I didn’t want to see where that road ended. 
Besides, I already saw where that ended in my dream.
My heart began to race, worried about what was about to happen as his paws went toward his waistline. 
My attention went straight to my locker, “Ummm. Thanks. I’m gettin’ stronger already.”
“I noticed!”
From the corner of my eyes, I saw him push his pants down without hesitation. It’s amazing how suddenly you can go from not seeing enough of someone to seeing too much of them. Even in my peripheral, I could tell dad wasn’t wearing any underwear. Something I tried to ignore during our squats, but now knew as fact. The bright florescent light bathing the locker room outlined every…gory…detail. 
As I said earlier, my experiences with nudity involved clips and images online. Being an awkward teenager and only child meant I had equally shy and awkward friends. Our life experiences were weekends spent playing video games instead of going to parties. Not that we were invited to them anyway. 
So being presented with not one, not two, but now three different sheaths - one of which was my fathers - in the spand of a few moments left me at a loss. I focused on the bag in my locker, starting to remove clothes from it and ignore the urge to glance sideways. A dirty little part of me wanted to; wanted to make comparisons both to myself and the dream I had last night, but I held firm. 
“Earth to David.” 
Oh shit. Was my dad still talking?
“Huh?” I didn’t look over at him. 
“You alright, Trooper?” Dad sounded amused, facing me fully.
My head was fully in my locker at this point, “Uh…yeah.” I gave a nod, “Sure. Just…getting dressed.”
“Dressed?” My father’s question made my guts feel uneasy, but not as queasy as the follow up question did. “Before you shower?”
Oh no. No no no.
No no no no no…
“I uh…” My head shook vigorously. “I don’t need a shower.” 
“Hah!” The laugh was uncomfortably loud which made my ears splay. There was no doubt more eyes were upon us now. I wanted nothing more than to crawl into the small locker and hide. To his benefit, my father could see my discomfort and quieted down, “Sorry son. I forget myself sometimes. You get used to a lack of privacy in the military. Shyness and body issues are quickly bred out in the service. I can forget you’re just a civvie, boy.” As if it weren’t weird enough already, my naked father reached over and ruffled my head fur. There must be something illegal about that. “But no boy of mine is going to school reeking like that, shy or otherwise.”
“Dad!” This time I was the loud one. I swear my whimper echoed in the locker room. 
“What?” The big naked wolf smirked, “You act like you have something I haven’t seen before.”
“Oh my god!” 
Our encounter this morning rushed back to me. I growled as I finally looked over at him, face still hot with embarrassment when I noticed the snickering glances from others around. Who was I kidding? It was hot with embarrassment long before I noticed anyone looking. I kept my eyes up, looking him in the eyes. For obvious reasons. 
“Come on, dad. I don’t smell.” I tried not to whine, but it was there, in my voice as I tried to keep it low. We both heard it as I pleaded. I knew I did though. 
“That’s an order, soldier!” Dad’s growl made my pelt stand on end. “Shower. Now. Move it.” 
I did as ordered. A good soldier always does. 
Reluctantly, I removed my shirt, then hesitated at my shorts. It didn’t help that my father stood there watching. He chuckled as I wrapped a towel around my waist before I shimmied out of the rest of my clothing. If I had to shower, I was going to maintain my modesty for as long as possible and stay covered until I reached the showers. Shameless, my father didn’t do the same, draping his towel over his shoulder. 
Following my father a good five feet behind, I couldn’t help but finally sneak a glance. It was impossible not to let my gaze linger on his form as the big wolf walked toward the steamy wet shower room. Muscles coiled with each step. Even under the thick fur, the muscles along his back almost looked like a snarling face as they connected down his spine, leading down further to his swaying tail and the firm rump beneath.
Nearly forgotten, my nightmare came back full force and nearly knocked me off my feet.  
Look at that ass, boy!
Averting my eyes from that forbidden sight, I noticed some scratches along my dad’s sides. The fur there wasn’t as thick. Angry, red lines went from his lower ribs down to the base of his hips. They were too fresh to be old war wounds or something. Maybe something happened at work. Or out with the guys. Dad was a pretty sloppy drunk after all. 
My father stopped at the entrance to the shower room and hung his towel on a hook. I looked away just as he glanced back at me. 
“Get a move on so we’re not late,” he said before he disappeared into the steam. 
Hesitating at the entrance, I looked cautiously into the tiled room. I’ll never understand communal showers. Would it be that hard to add privacy stalls between each shower? It was as bad as the trough urinals sometimes used in the men’s public restrooms. No, this was way worse. 
Ted and the elk stood right next to each other as they soaped up their fur. They glanced our direction as my father joined them, taking a third shower right next to the lynx. 
“Sup, Phil?” The elk rubbed along his sides and down his toned hips before he rubbed some soap over his impressive sheath.
“Not much Spence,” my dad replied, turning on the shower and groaning as the water hit his wide chest. “Just training my boy.”
My ears flushed hot as Spence glanced my way and our eyes met. He gave a friendly nod. I didn’t return the gesture as I looked away. 
“Oh man,” I heard the elk say as he turned his attention back to my father. “I remember being shy. Military sure took care of that!”
The three of them had a good laugh at that, which didn’t help matters. Now I was the topic of conversation. 
“Trooper,” my dad growled, “Quit wasting time.”
All eyes were on me when I risked a glance back. Thankfully, they all looked over their shoulders as opposed to actually facing me. 
How in the hell was I supposed to do this? How could they be so casual and comfortable around each other? They acted like there was nothing strange about what they were doing. I’ve never been naked around anyone before and they acted like it was the most natural thing in the world. Heart racing, I turned away and unwrapped my towel before I hung it next to my father’s. 
You can do this. 
With a sigh, I steeled myself and strolled into the room. By this time, the three of them were back to talking to each other as they cleaned. Considering the crowd in the gym, and the locker room itself, this could have been way worse. It was just the four of us after all. 
For some silly reason, I still took the spot next to my father. As I turned on the water, I began to feel a little more at ease. Dad was right. It wasn’t like I had anything these guys hadn’t seen before. My father turned toward me as I began to soap myself up. 
“See?” The larger wolf commented, “It ain’t so bad.”
“Speak for yourself, old man,” I mumbled, but really didn’t feel as nervous now. 
“Better than going to school smelling like a locker room,” he laughed. 
I did too, finally looking over at him, “Perhaps I like smelling like a locker room!”
“Weird,” my dad said before he began soaping his headfur. 
Perhaps it was the ease I felt, but my eyes finally darted downward and found the end of that dreaded fuzzy trail of fur going over my father’s torso. Thick pubic fur outlined his dangling sheath. My old man’s cock holster hung limp over a small set of balls, tight to his groin. 
My mind began to do the inevitable comparisons both to the dream and myself. Dad’s sheath was definitely small. In fact, I think it was smaller than my own. Then again, perspective played a lot into it. He was practically three times my size so his sheath probably was too. Not like I was going to hold them next to each other and compare. I also knew damn well a sheath had no bearing on what was inside it. Wolves were growers, and not show-ers after all. It definitely was nothing like the oversized sheath in my silly nightmare though. Not that it was too surprising. I doubt anything was that large. 
Well…donkey dick is. 
I would have looked away a moment later, but the strange scars along his thigh caught my attention. What looked to be a winkled line of dark scar tissue went in a vertical line down dad’s thigh, the top angled slightly toward his sheath. It was hard to tell with the wet fur obscuring it.
It must have been some kind of wound he got while in the military. Something must have cut him badly, like debris from an explosion or an attack with a knife. Even though he loved talking about his time in the service, this was a story he never told me. Whatever caused it, my father survived it, so it must not be that big a deal. And there was no way I could ask him either. How was I supposed to bring that up?
Hey dad? What happened to your inner thigh? Right there next to your sheath?
Once again, I realized I was staring and pulled my eyes away.  Now I was just wasting time. Yeah…checking out my dad. I made quick work of washing my fur, no longer risking glances around. I even finished washing before the elk and lynx did. Did they like being in there or something? 
Out side of the shower room, I stepped into the drying stall. Funny the showers had no privacy, but the dryers were completely private. Once the door was closed, the blower whizzed to life and forced the water from my fur, leaving it damp after a few minutes. By the time I stepped out, my father and his companions were leaving the showers. Wrapping a towel around myself, I made my way back to the lockers, intending to be dressed before my father returned. 
Nearly made it out. I was already lacing my shoes when he appeared. A unsettling sensation overcame me when I realized I no longer felt disturbed by his nudity considering he didn’t bother wrapping a towel around himself after the dryer. My frustrated growl made him laugh.
“Grow up, Trooper,” he teased. 
“Grown ups wear clothes, dad,” I replied then snagged his keys from his open locker. “I’ll be at the truck!”
I was gone before he could say anything in response. When I got to the truck, I took the driver’s seat. Dad has yet to let me drive the thing for whatever reason. My driving record was cleaner than his! Smaller maybe, but definitely cleaner. 
My head was all over the place now, trying to come to terms with what just happened. Yeah, I know it may not have been a big deal, but it was for me! I could have gone the rest of my life without ever having showered with my dad. 
Guess you shouldn’t go enjoying your dreams and sleeping in!
My conscience had a mean streak today!
That dream meant nothing! At some point, that video of Dakota and his father must have become an obsession and that was some psychological way of dealing with it. Maybe there was some perverse jealousy of how close Dakota was with his dad and it manifested in a very strange way, but it was nothing. Dreams are dreams, no matter how weird. 
My ears perked when I saw my dad. 
“No way, Trooper,” he said before I even had the chance to ask.
“Aww,” I gripped the steering wheel. “You still haven’t let me drive it!”
“And I’m not going to start now,” he replied as he  stood at the drivers side door. “Scoot over.”
I grumbled, “You know this wouldn’t even be an issue if you’d just buy me a car.”
“And miss out on this quality time with you?” The truck rocked as he climbed into the driver’s seat. 
Something occurred to me as we drove toward my school. 
“Hey Dad?” 
“Yeah?” My father never took his eyes off the road. 
“Is Mr. Miller a donkey?”
The surprise my father showed at that question took me off guard. It took him a strangely long moment to respond, “Ummm…Yeah.” He finally glanced at me, “Why do you ask?”
“Huh,” I nodded. “Just curious. That’s Dakota’s last name. I guess you work with his dad.”
The big wolf gave a laugh, “Doesn’t surprise me. He’s a jackass too.”
I smirked, “Must run in the family.”
“Here we are, Trooper,” Phil said as he pulled up next to the curb. The trip to school was a short one. “Let’s try to get some training in tonight.”
Hah. Training. For once, I wasn’t too keen on that, for multiple reasons at this point, but didn’t let him know, “Okay Dad!” I faked a smile as I jumped out of the truck, “See you later! Have a good day.”
“You too, son!” 
I watched my father drive away. My brain mulled over the morning, gnawing on the images of the video last night, my disturbing dream and my workout with my father. And now I found out my dad actually works with that depraved old donkey. It felt overwhelming. Fuck, it felt like enough for a whole week!
Yet, Tuesday had only begun.