Taste of Freedom
By: DrimDramsadarkwolf

Sean waved at the departing train, the 20 year old Doberman's parents waving back clearly holding in tears as the train disappeared into the night.

Sean had officially graduated into adulthood and his parents were there to wave him off. He had just bought his own place, a small apartment just a few minutes walk from the train station and he couldn't wait to get settled in.

Grabbing the sparse collections of bags that made up the doberman's belongings Sean was on his way. Looking around and taking in the city's sites the town was honestly pretty dingy especially compared to Sean's suburban upbringing. But he could care less he was an adult completely in control of his life now! That thought alone turned his walk to his apartment into an eager run.

And before he knew it he was bursting through the door of his new home. Throwing his bags wherever the first thing Sean did was look himself over in the mirror, his typical Doberman fur pattern was covered by what could only be described as church clothes. Black dress pants, a plaid button down shirt, and black dress shoes. A reminder of his strict upbringing.

As Sean threw off the final shackles of his old life he relished in his newfound freedom the kind he used to only dream about. From hardly ever getting to hang out with friends after school, church every sunday, to a strict bedtime even in his late teens, Sean's parents had controlled nearly every aspect of his life. He still loved them and knew they only meant the best but it left the Doberman with a void in himself both consciously and unconsciously.

Snapping back to reality, Sean took a brief moment to look himself over in the mirror. He was a meek dog but even he could admire his own body.

Toned with a youthful physique, Sean couldn't help but smile at himself in the mirror even flexing a few of his muscles for fun. Until a loud bang from next door made him jump. For several seconds the Doberman froze, flashing back to his old home; he thought his dad would come barging in any second to yell at him for spending too long in the bathroom. As the seconds turned into a solid minute Sean started giggling when he remembered where he was.

Giggling that turned into full on laughter as he threw the bathroom door open. This was his home he could do whatever he wanted to! And as he strode through his apartment in the nude with pride he knew exactly what he wanted to do.

There wasn't even a TV or furniture set up in his apartment yet but that proved no issue to the Dobbie as he sat down onto the floor.

He could feel his heart racing as his hand hovered over his crotch, glancing between his aching need and the door several times Sean gave off a breath as he grabbed a hold of his sheath.

Sean loved his parents like a son should but for how controlling they were if there was one thing they kept absolutely under lock, it was anything sexual. Despite being the only reason the Doberman was even on this earth he hadn't learned about the act of sex until he was 13, long after puberty began to rock his body. The knowledge of masturbation came (no pun intended) even later around 15 when his hands lingered around his sheath for a little too long in the shower one time. 

The feeling was amazing, at least it was until his mom caught him. 

The physical and verbal lashing he got that day still sent a shiver up Sean's spine. But that made what he was about to do all the more alluring.

No interruptions. No helicopter parents. No fear of consequences. Just an itch that he could finally scratch as much as he wanted.

"Hoooo fuuccck~" Sean moaned, his red rocket had emerged from his sheath and with the moonlight coming through his apartments window and reflecting off his pre soaked dong it gave him an almost movie like view of his manhood.

Sean was honestly enamored with his length, for the first time in his life he could shamelessly admire what he had been told for so long to be ashamed of.

And with each throb there came more and more to gawk at.

Sean was big, he knew that much, but with never having watched porn or seen another male naked he had no idea how big he was. And frankly. He was massive.

As his dick came to full mast, what could be considered a rod had morphed into a spire of flesh. 18 inches of beet red dog dick bapped against his chest leaking precum at a constant rate and with a hefty leathery black sack nestled between his legs there was plenty in ‘storage’. 

The smell alone was intoxicating as Sean finally placed a hand around his dog cock. Well. Almost around. Even at its thinnest Sean could only get a hand around half his girth. But even that slight touch sent the canine into a fury of grunt and moans.

"Mmm~ haaaah~ oooo~"

With instinct steadily taking over Sean slapped his other hand around his girth and finally really got to pumping.

Precum was flung around the room and all over the Doberman as he fapped. The feeling was unbelievable, his hands traced every bulging vein as they slid from his womb piercing tip all the way down to his still sheathed knot. His hands almost instantly became covered in his pre filling the apartment with wet *shlk-ing* sounds.

Years of burying any and all sexual urges left the Doberman's dick aching and overly sensitive and soon the bitch breaker between his legs grew to an even more commanding in stature.

With a sopping wet *pop* Sean's knot was free from his sheath, the force of which sent his dick bobbing free of his hands, slinging pre across the floor, before swinging back up and booping his chin.

Sean went cross-eyed staring at his engorged dick, if it could even be called that anymore. To the Doberman it felt like his cock had spawned a mind of its own, like it was its own individual being that he was completely subservient too, laden with pulsating veins and throbbing at a pace that could put a metronome in retirement. The world around Sean became foggy as his brain only focused on appeasing the massive red beast in front of him.

Tightening his grip on his dick Sean threw his arms up and down jerking his cock as fast as he could, it’s girth was like stroking 3 baseball bats tied together and Sean couldn't get enough of it. The musk of the Dog’s manhood only served to plunge his mind deeper into his lust filled haze and without even realizing it Sean had wrapped his lips around his length and started deepthroating his doggy dick while he stroked himself. His inappropriately long dog tongue lapping up his pre like it was a fine wine. The feeling of a warm throat around his dick sent Sean to new heights as the autofelltatio went on. The sickening gags and slurps from the doberman were loud enough to be heard even by neighboring residents, not that Sean could care in the slightest, he hardly even remembered where he was let alone that there were other people just one apartment space over in either direction.

With a healthy coating of drool, spit and sweat Sean’s hands glided across his cock with next to no resistance, his hands a blur as they raked as much pleasure as they could from the monster shaft and then, he felt it. A growing pit in his stomach that spread across his body and churned in his massive nutsack 

Sean's body reacted before his mind could. Throwing his head up off his cock, Sean’s back hit the floor and instantly after he found himself hiking his legs, bucking his hips thrusting into an imaginary hole as his first orgasm in who knows how long coursed through his body.

Each spurt was thick, copious, and audible. The first rope of dog jizz shooting up to almost hit the ceiling before falling back down with a wet splat. Then easily followed by a dozen more of equal strength. Gripping his knot like it was his only lifeline Sean shamelessly howled as he painted himself with his own pungent backed up load.

His balls, drenched in their own production, heaved as they sent more cum rocketing up Sean’s shaft. The baseball sized nuts of doberman shaking off years of abstinence like it was nothing.

Sean’s muscles ached as he kept his back arched, eventually giving out leaving Sean to rest on the floor in the massive pool of baby batter he was still adding too as his orgasm tapered off.

“F-f-fuuuccck” The 20 year old canine huffed. It felt good, sooo good. Not just the mind shattering orgasm he had but the newfound freedom of being his own man, finally having control over his life. He could definitely get used to this. And with that the Doberman dozed off, exhausted but relieved, caked in enough cum to start a puppy mill..

And it wasn’t even his first full day in town.