A Week Out
A story by a nameless wolf.
	Disclaimer: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.  This story contains a purely fictional relationship between an adult and a minor and acts of incest.  If this sort of thing offends you, don't read this story.  If this sort of thing interests you, please enjoy.
Day 1 - A Warm Welcome
Tags: Teenager, Incest, Uncle, M/M, Doberman, Dog, Lust, Mind Control, Magic, Cum, Anal
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	*Knock Knock* Blake rapped the heavy iron knocker on his uncle's cabin.  He sighed, looking back over his shoulder as his parents were already driving off down the road, dust in their wake.  This was so unfair.  His parents were heading off to a vacation in Tahiti, and leaving him with his uncle in the middle of nowhere.  He barely even knew his uncle and he hadn't seem him since he was a little pup.  He couldn't even remember what he looked like.  Besides, the internet speed out here was practically dial-up!  What was he even going to do?  Catch frogs?  Play checkers?  This was going to be the most boring week ever.
	"Coming, coming!" an older voice called out from behind the door.  Blake could hear heavy footsteps approaching and then the heavy clank of metal on metal as the old door latch unlocked.  "Well howdy, Blake!  My my you're gettin' so big!  Last time I saw you, ya weren't but 3 feet tall.  Now lookit' ya!"  The doberman that answered the door was not what he expected.  His uncle was around six feet tall, with broad muscled shoulders.  He was barefoot and shirtless, wearing only a pair of overalls with the strap off one shoulder.  Blake remembered his uncle being fat and grumpy, but that was back when he was living in the city.  Something about living out here in the country had definitely changed him for the better, now he was... sexy.  It was weird, but that was the first thought that crossed Blake's mind.  His uncle was sexy!
	Blake did his best to shake off the feeling and reached his paw up to shake his uncle's.  "Hi Uncle John, thank you for letting me stay here." he said politely, remembering his manners.
	"Aw what is that, a handshake?  We're family boy, bring it in!" the large canine reached his arms out and pulled Blake into a hug.  The young doberman gasped a bit in surprise, but nervously hugged his uncle back.  His muzzle was right up against his uncle's chest and he could smell the older dog's musk strongly.  It was manly and alluring, like he'd just been exercising or something.  When he released the hug, his uncle pat him on the shoulder and smiled.  "So what are ya now, 15, 16 years old?" he asked.
	"No Uncle John, only 14, but I'll be 15 in a few months." he smiled back, adjusting the straps on his backpack.
	"My my, well ya look darn fit for yer age, boy." his uncle winked and gave Blake's shoulder a squeeze.  "Come on in, drop your things, kick your shoes off and make yourself at home!" he turned around and invited the boy in.  Blake watched his uncle's tail wag through the hole in his overalls.  They were a bit worn and the hole had grown a bit over time, which allowed Blake to catch a few quick glimpse's of his uncle's rear.  He really wasn't wearing anything at all under those overalls...  Blake shook his head again.  Why was he thinking this way about his uncle?  What the heck was wrong with him?
	"I've only got one rule out here ya need to know Blake." his uncle turned back around and put his paws on his hips.  Blake turned up to his Uncle John and smiled, trying not to stare too long at his firm, muscled chest.  "No rules!" he laughed.  "You're free to do what pleases ya out here my boy.  If it itches, scratch it.  That's my motto!  Now I've gotta go chop up some more firewood for tonight, make yourself at home." he nodded and padded off toward the back door, picking up a heavy splitting wedge laying next to the door.
	Blake took a deep breath when his uncle stepped outside, then looked down to notice he was sporting a massive bulge.  What on earth?!  Why was he so damn horny?  This had never happened before, especially not because of a guy, and especially not his uncle!  But still, every thought that crossed his mind got him more and more aroused.  His uncle's smooth black and brown fur rippling over his chest and arms, the tight canine rump he'd glimpsed through the hole in the overall's by his uncle's tail, and around front, he could only imagine.  Somehow he'd have to find a way.
	The pup sat down on the a large overstuffed sofa and tried to think about something else.  He looked around the room, examining the decor.  It was mostly the kind of decor you'd expect in a woodland cabin.  There were framed pictures of mountains, a few mounted fish, really nothing all that interesting.  Fortunately there was a television, although it was a bit on the small side.  The centerpiece of the room was a large stone fireplace.  It was bigger than you'd expect for a cabin of this size.  Even more curious, there was a lone statue on the mantle, about 8 inchest tall.  It was carved of some solid black stone, and looked very intricate.  The statue was of a male draconic looking figure, nude and muscled with large ram-like horns on its head.  Blake stood up and padded closer to it.  The statue seemed warm, though he wasn't sure how it could be.  Well, it didn't feel warm, Blake couldn't feel any radiating heat, it just... seemed warm.  It was very curious.
	As he was getting a closer look he heard the door shut and Uncle John stepped back inside.  Blake turned to look at immediately the stirring attraction he felt was back.  Uncle John had dropped the top of his overalls now too, showing off his beautiful bare chest.  It was all Blake could do not to let out a little moan, his uncle was just so attractive.
	"I see you noticed my little trinket there," Uncle John nodded at the statue.
	"I... yes, it looks really nice." Blake replied, his mind leaving any curiosity he had about the statue and fixating on his uncle instead, not even caring about the obvious hardon he had bulging in his shorts.
	"It's funny, I didn't know if it would work on you." he wiped his brow and grinned.  "Seeing as how you're family and all.  But I guess there's no taboo here."
	"Wh.. didn't think what would work on me?" Blake shook his head, trying to maintain composure as his bulge swelled and throbbed.
	"Well that's not just a regular statue you see." He padded closer to the doberman pup, then picked up the statue with both paws, looking it in the eyes. "It has a curse.  Well, something like a curse.  Even curses have their benefits."  Uncle John was so close Blake could smell him again, nervously he approached his uncle, both terrified and tremendously aroused, and placed his paws on his uncle's hips.  Uncle John pressed back against his nephew and let out a low, sensual growl.  "I know what you want pup," he spoke softly, and then leaned down and put his muzzle right up against Blake's ear and whispered, "take it."
	With that, Blake couldn't take it anymore.  He wrapped his arms around his uncle and pushed his muzzle up, kissing the older fur firmly on the muzzle.  He pressed his chest back against Uncle John's and slid his paws down inside his overalls.  They fell to the floor with a rustle and then Blake saw it.  His uncle's beautiful, thick, canine cock.  It was rock hard and dripping, practically begging for a warm hole to fuck.  Blake pushed his uncle back on the couch and practically tore off his own clothes.  He straddled his uncle's lap with a lust he'd never known before.
	"Damn Blake, it hit you hard!" Uncle John grinned and commented, holding his nephew's hips as the boy rubbed his rump up against the older fur's thick shaft.
	"I want you to fuck me Uncle John, please, I know it's wrong but I don't care." Blake whimpered, his cock dripping against his uncle's chest.
	"Hey now, it's not wrong.  Remember what I said?  No rules here."  Uncle John rubbed Blake's teenage cock, causing him to moan and shiver.  "Now ride that cock little pup, you're Uncle John's pup toy tonight." he grinned, stroking his nephew's length.
	'Pup toy', wow, that just drove him wild.  Blake used his uncle's pre-cum to slick up his tailhole, and as soon as he could he had the tip inside.  The pup gasped, still a little shocked by the size.  He'd never taken a cock before, and as much as he wanted it, it still hurt at first.  All the same, he wanted it, he wanted it so badly.  Blake took more of his uncle's thick cock.  Inch by inch it filled him up, and damn it felt incredible.  The sensation was unlike anything he'd ever felt before.  His uncle was so beautiful and his cock was so big.  Submitting to him felt like being filled with perfection.
	The teenage pup bounced up and down on his uncle's shaft, moaning with pleasure at each thrust.  He wanted to be full, he wanted to be dominated, it was all he could think about.  He watched the pleasure on his uncle's face build.
	"Oh fuck, puppy.  You're so tight, I'm gonna turn you into a cum-soaked mess." his uncle barked, holding Blake by the hips and slamming up into him.
	Blake gasped and moaned, unable to contain himself as he sprayed cum all over his uncle's chest and face.  His load was huge and messy.  After the first few shots, thick globs dripped down his cock and over his sheath.  It leaked down onto his uncle's thrusting shaft below.  He felt a swell of warmth inside him too as Uncle John moaned.  He kept fucking hard and fast, more and more filling his insides as he felt his gut begin to swell.  He felt almost ready to burst when Uncle John pulled him up off his cock.  A huge splash of cum came out of his tailhole and pooled on the floor.  Blake slipped off his uncle's lap and landed in the messy puddle.  He gasped and moaned as his Uncle John stood up, still stroking his cock as three more heavy splashes of cum covered Blake's face, chest, and belly.
	Uncle John collapsed back on the couch and Blake lay in the puddle on the ground.  They both were panting heavily, trying to catch their breath.  Slowly, Blake began to regain his senses.  He began to put into perspective what had just happened.  It was almost unbelievable.  It felt wrong, very wrong, but it still felt so incredibly good.  He reached down and gave his sensitive knot a squeeze, unable to contain a moan as he coaxed a bit more cum from his tip.  Then he reached down and touched his tailhole.  It was loose and dripping, he felt slick cum everywhere.
	"So Blake, now's probably a good time to tell you about that little statue of mine." Uncle John sat up and put his elbows on his knees, his thick cock still dripping.