The Scent of Man (M/M)

[I kicked out this short little thing about an anthro-dog and his human friend exploring one of the dog's kinks. It's fun. I may do more in the future although they will only be linked by the characters - the idea is sexual fun and exploration, not a plotline.]

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Reggie could not sit still in front of the camera. “Making phone calls” was one of his self-improvement list items for the first part of the year, and he tacked on ‘webcam calls’ as well. When his new friend with benefits Calloway wanted to have a cam session on a lazy Saturday morning, Reggie took his chance.

“I got somethin’ to ask you,” Calloway said, and leaned back so more of his body was on camera. He wore a red and black satin boxer’s robe, a black leather jockstrap, and a pair of glistening knee-high riding boots. He gripped at his bulge as he leaned back draped against the sofa. The camera flared from the pool of sunlight that glinted off his robe, although thankfully most of his body was so dark that it didn’t wreck the image. “I was reading your profile last night, an’ I saw that you like smellin’ stuff.” 

Reggie sided his ears halfway. “Of course, Cal,” he said, leaning on his usual clipped voice, “I’m a dog.” Reggie was a Belgian Malinois, the neater and more angular type of police dog versus a German Shepherd. He was a business analyst for a software consulting company, an appropriately angular position. He wore a turtleneck shirt that fought with his neck ruff, slim jeans, and a pair of Five Finger toe shoes for moving around the house. 

“Well, what kinda stuff do dogs like you enjoy shovin’ your nose at?” Cal continued rubbing at his leathered bulge. “Oh, and what do you think about this outfit? I think it’s classy. Got some of that Hugh Hefner vibe, without big tits all over the place.” Cal was square and black, with a well-trimmed short beard, a powerlifter’s muscle gut, and a cock that barely fit into his cod. 

“It’s very nice. I love the boots,” Reggie said, and his tail thwapped at the support for his office chair’s back. Cal put his boot up on the coffee table where his laptop was surely perched, the glossy foot looming in the image. Reggie tilted his head a little to make sure he could still see the bulge. 

“Bout that other question, huh?”

Reggie chuffed to stop himself from whining like a puppy. “It’s quite embarrassing, really. I like it, I want it, I wouldn’t put it on a cruising profile if I didn’t. I love male smells. Cock smells.” Despite his nerves, his cock overflowed his sheath and ground against the inside of his own rubber jockstrap, his kink hidden beneath his hiply square attire. “Maybe armpits, if it’s not just garlic and onions. Cock, very much. No butts. Urgh. Boot smells, I’m, those just are nice from a dog standpoint.”

“Cock smells, huh?” Cal managed to play with himself with as little motion as possible. After massaging his own hidden shaft, he reached out of frame and brought over a plug-in wand vibrator and turned it on with a digitally-hashed thrum through the connection. He applied the head to his bulge and pursed his lips into a duck bill for a second or two at the intensity. “Go on, keep talkin’ about it. I wanna know. You know I like bondage play, I wanna know what you like, so we can mash ‘em up.” 

Reggie turned his ears back completely. He burned with excited embarrassment, but he also knew that Cal loved submissive doggy attitude and played it up. “Not really gross. No… stuff.” He could not bring himself to say it. “Sweat. A long, hard day. Snug clothes. Work. Leather, rubber. After the gym. After… after sex.”

“I bet you want some real specific kinda thing outta all that,” Cal pressed on. Cal was a top, of the most pleasantly enabling variety. “I see you squeezin’ your knees together. Bet you’re knottin’ your sheath. That hurt a lot?”

“It’s uncomfortable in a very erotic way, and yes. I even like my own smell. Sheaths are quite… you can imagine they get a bit ripe. But a specific thing? Alright. I want you, to cum all over your dick. You can wipe it up, but don’t wash it off. And then later in the day, I want to… I want you to come over.”

Cal pursed his lips again and rubbed at one of his pecs as he circled the blurry knob of the vibrator around his cock bulge, shiny booted foot shifting and rhythmically pressing the toe down and then back. “You’ll come over here. I got all this dungeon stuff.”

“Yeah, yeah, that works too,” Reggie said, losing his clipped and snipped demeanor as he trembled with overwhelming excitement. “You can cum in that, too. I mean, that’s how you’ll get it all over your dick.”

“I know how to cum, dog,” Cal grunted, bicep swelling beneath the iridescent satin robe as he pressed the vibrator on harder. “I like hearin’ about nasty stuff guys like. Oh. We’re both gonna get what we want, for sure. Oh, for damn sure,” he leaned his head back and pressed his hips up, cock bulge straining immodestly through the supple jock leather as he dug the vibrator against it. As spunk puddled up unseen between cock and leather, a muffled rattling splat came from the sheer force of the vibrations. After a few more seconds, he set the toy aside and sprawled back, panting hard. 

Reggie thought back to what he’d just witnessed over the video feed, and especially to what he’d just said. He’d practically ordered Cal to do something, which felt wrong and disrespectful, even if the man had clearly blown his load. 

Cal did not share in Reggie’s embarassment. He rubbed at his bulge instead and uttered a post-climactic huff. “Mm. So we on for that date tonight? Dinner an’ a movie an’ then you come back here an’ get yours.”

Reggie squirmed in place, cock sweaty and slick inside of its rubber prison, half inside of its sheath. For a moment, he thought he would pop on the spot, but managed to bite it back. “Uh-huh. Yes, Sir.”

“Gotta go get some stuff done, then. See you later, dog boy.” Cal grinned into the camera and reached towards his laptop, big dark hand blurry before the image flicked off.

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Calloway lived in a new-construction home in a dense part of the outer city rim, mashed up against his neighbors with little in the way of yard. He shared the house with a friend from law school who, while not very kinky, was completely and totally accepting of his roommate’s proclivities. That let Cal build a full sex dungeon into half of the basement. Upon entering it, he started to strip out of his jeans, turtleneck, and sport coat. Reggie did the same with his crisp business casual, with the added step of very neatly folding everything and setting it in front of his slip-on dress shoes. Cal simply tossed clothing over some furniture items he did not intend to use. 

“Now I said off, all of it,” Cal smiled, and pointed towards Reggie’s black latex posing thong. 

The dog knocked his knees and covered himself up. “I wanted to wear this when I cum,” he groused. “Sir.”

“Well, mutt, you are gonna indulge yourself carefully tonight. I want you to enjoy one new thing and one old thing. The old thing’s gonna be getting your ass wrecked a bit, and the new thing’s gonna be what you were talkin’ about earlier. Blasting the inside of your thong is three things, so you’ll have to do without.” Cal paced around, between two sets of clothing racks tucked into one corner of the dungeon. He started picking from each, starting with a pair of sleek and heavy fitted bar chaps, a bulldog leather chest harness, leather bracers and police search gloves, and a pair of unique boots for a show-off leather daddy outfit. He kept the leather jockstrap he had been wearing hopefully all day.

Reggie’s tail, as much as he wanted it to tuck, wagged uncontrollably. “Yes, Sir.” The Malinois stretched the rubber down and pulled it off, and he set it neatly on the floor next to his clothes, but not touching. With nothing covering his sheath and balls, he could sniff at the day’s scent wafting up from his groin. He had spent most of the day fantasizing about Cal, and the resulting arousal was pungent. “How are you going to wreck my asshole?”

Cal snorted. “You don’t really have to talk like that if you don’t want to,” he said, stepping out into the center of the room with a subdued boot stomp. Instead of classic biker or riding boots, he wore a pair of Alpinestars Hi-Points, motorcross boots that came up three-quarters to the knee, heavily strapped in place, with an iconic panel of steel plating covering much of the calf. The metal glinted in the yellow glow of the dungeon spotlights. 

“I like it. I’m a dog. I’m supposed to do whatever you humans want.”

“Hah, you humans,” Cal snorted again. “Let’s truss you up a bit. I got a good idea what I’m gonna do.” He swiped a canine-hybrid dildo from another rack, then stepped into the other corner of the basement. He scooted a fuck-sling out of the way, then fussed with a long, black-painted wooden bar with D-ring attachments that hung from the ceiling. He attached two leather cuffs to the bar, and left them open. 

Reggie stepped up and, without either speaking, navigated into the wrist cuffs. The bar was below shoulder height, and Cal ensured it went behind the dog’s neck. “I admit, Sir, I haven’t seen this sort of thing before.”

“We’ve played what, ten times or so already? I think you know me well enough. I like to explore. Nothin’ wrong with a good old-fashioned hogtie, but there’s so much you can do. Look at what you were tellin’ me this morning. I wouldn’t have ever thought to play around with that stuff. I mean I guess I have some friends who love pit stink and smellin’ feet but I don’t wanna do either of those things at all.”

Reggie’s tail tucked for real and his heart thumped as he tried to work out just what the bar was for. Crucifixion flashed before his eyes, but Cal did nothing of the sort. Instead, he snorted and spat on the suction cup base of the dildo and dropped it on the floor between the dog’s feet. “I really haven’t ever, uh, admitted that to anyone. That I like smells. I’m very neat, you know? And neat people don’t stink. But I love the smell of my own dick, and it’s so gross and silly but I can’t help it,” he rambled. 

“Mmm-hmm,” Cal said, while he upended a bottle of ferociously slimy lube and squirted it around the toy as if making an attractive spiral. “Now sit.” He stepped back. “I bet you can hold onto that bar if I got it done up right.”

Reggie started to squat down over the toy, tense as he tried to get it at the right angle without using his hands. The tapered tip easily pushed through his ring, but his quads quaked as he tried to go slow. His cock slid up and out of its sheath within seconds, and he pulled up off the toy to thrust and get his knot free before it stretched the holster. He grabbed at the bar as if doing a squat, then sank down again. The toy plowed against his prostate and made him gasp and yelp. “This is, this is difficult,” he breathed. 

“Figured if you were all tense you’d get more outta that thing. I know how butt stuff feels,” Cal said, and then stepped up close. With Reggie squatted down over the dildo, Cal’s bulge was just about muzzle level. He plucked at the snap fasteners that kept the jock’s pouch attached to its frame, and took the flap away. Cal’s dark cock flopped out, foreskin smeary with sweat and leftover semen. 

Reggie stuck his nose out and sniffed, then flatted his ears. “Thank you, Sir,” he spoke. 

Cal set the leather pouch aside and stepped back in place, slapping his cock against the dog’s square but slender muzzle. He pushed forward until Reggie’s nosepad bumped into his groin, prompting the dog to sniff heavily as if irritated, then a few more times with canine glee. Free of its sheath, Reggie’s cock angled towards the floor and a snot of precum already hung from the sloped doggy tip. 

Reggie leaned back slightly, trusting at the suspension chain to keep him properly upright, and the toy bore forward against his gland inside. He lolled his head, swirled his nose and lips around Cal’s cock, then sniffed and slurped at the salty and sour foreskin. Cal slid it back and Reggie kissed it as well as a dog could, hungrily sniffing and rubbing in between smooches and slurps. “Sir, you are so unbelievably masculine and sexual, I really, I just…” As he spoke and shifted position, his muscles clenched on the toy and he let loose an especially long ooze of precum as the first hint of a prostate orgasm hit him. 

“You on that knot yet, dog-boy?” Cal said, then wiped sweat and slobber from his cock onto two gloved fingers and pressed down against Reggie’s nosepad.

Reggie’s body twitched from the assault of stimulation. He sank down further and the toy’s artificial knot ground against his ring. He huffed and took a deep breath, and after repeating several more times, his ring spread and with just the slightest twinge of pain, the toy popped inside. He yelped again, shuddering as another swell of prostate orgasm wracked him. He opened his eyes to Cal’s cock inches from his face, foreskin rolling back and forth over the head as its owner deftly worked the flesh from the base. The dog sniffed and slurped again, tonguing over every bit of flesh he could reach. He gripped at the restraint bar and tucked his head forward to lavish over Cal’s leathered fingers and his pendulous chocolate balls. 

“Gonna take that as a yes. You always shut up good when you get knotted up your ass with somethin’,” Cal said. “When I ask for feedback, I wanna hear it. I don’t wanna call yellow light on your ass for you.”

“Green, green all the way, green lights forever, you smell so delicious and disgusting,” Reggie breathed, referring to the casual traffic light code they used to modulate play. Reggie felt proud to have only tapped out with a red light once, due to a charlie-horse. He gripped tighter on the restraint bar as it crossed his upper back and lifted off the floor. The toy’s suction cup held fast and the knob pulled free with no audible sound but Reggie felt the pop of his ring over it. He pushed back down, feeling the sensation come the other way, with the added crush of it against his prostate.

“Like this look, like you’re doin’ heavy squats. Got a little thing for workouts. Hah, gonna make you into a real strong dog,” Cal said, then stepped back. “Got a real treat for you. Remember that one time I did you real good an’ you barked enough to get the neighbors over here?” 

Reggie remembered a foray into fisting where his orgasm with Cal’s big black hand inside had made him howl uncontrollably. He tried to hide his whimpers by shoving his mouth over Cal’s intoxicatingly musky shaft, but it was too far away to reach now.

Cal picked up a leather object that looked at first glance like a small cone. “This here’s a muzzle,” he said, and showed it off to Reggie. “An’ I got it in German Shepherd size which is probably a lil’ big for you. But that’s alright, just gotta improve it.” He then picked up his own discarded jock pouch and tucked it inside, with the inside facing up. He then stuck his cock into it and ground it around, wrinkling his mouth and flinching his muscles at the overstimulation. “An’ for the final bit,” he said, then crouched to one knee and did the same with Reggie’s slobbering dog-cock. He then brought the muzzle up and slid it over Reggie’s snout.

The dog was already riding close to his maximal level of stimulation, good and bad. The posture position was uncomfortable but it forced him to clench and shift on the toy, which gave him his perfect sweet spot of repetitive near-orgasms. The muzzle was indeed too big, although the leather addition helped it stay in place for the moment before Cal buckled it onto his head. Once snug, he couldn’t open his jaws at all. “I can still talk,” he said, which came out more like, “ah cah stih taw”. 

And the smell. Two different cocks, precum and sweat and fiendishly ripe spunk from earlier in the day, aromatic and overwhelming, so intense that Reggie regretted for a moment asking for such play that he’d never done before. 

Cal intensified his self-play, gripping his balls down with one hand, thumb on top like someone milking a cow’s teat. His other worked over his cockhead, milking forward and back over the rim of the glans as glistening precum oozed from his pisshole. “Nothin’ gets me off more than watchin’ you lose it like a dog left home alone with brand new furniture,” Cal grunted, shifting about in front of Reggie so the Malinois could see his cock from ever changing angles. 

First, Reggie ejaculated a little without an orgasm, a reflex triggered by sheer overwhelming anal force as he bobbed up and down over his favorite anal toy. The slobber of spunk ended as more stimulation confused his muscles into giving up. Then, no touching of any kind required, a full orgasm swept up and over him. He squeezed his eyes shut and convulsed, anal muscles clamping down on the toy, driving the shaft against his prostate, driving the knot bulge up against his prostate, and forcing his dangling cock to spray the ez-clean rubberized flooring with a puddle of semen. 

“C’mon, let’s get you up off that thing,” Cal said, and helped Reggie slowly stand up. The toy stretched but the cup still held fast and the knot plopped out, followed by the rest of the shaft with a wet slurp. Cal then pulled Reggie’s wrists out of the restraint cuffs and the dog immediately curled up forward to stretch his back. 

The dog staggered around and then collapsed against Cal’s big chest. “Oh, than yah,” he groaned, then felt around his face, back along the muzzle straps to the buckle assembly. He gasped for fresh air, but couldn’t avoid the stink of cock. “I gotta shower. I gotta shower, I gotta SHOWER,” Reggie groaned, and quickly headed for the basement bathroom. Post orgasm, the smell had reverted completely to disgusting, with no quivering pleasure hiding behind the buttery stink. “Oh god, is there garlic in this somehow?” Reggie yelled before turning the water on. He looked in the bathroom mirror and was horrified to see sticky gouts of spunk all over his chest and neck, the lines interrupted on his face where the leather muzzle had taken them. “Did you cum all over me?”

Cal followed into the bathroom and stripped, then stepped into the shower behind Reggie. “How’d you miss that? Watchin’ you squirm and gag and howl into that muzzle while your cock just poured it out. You musta put about a cup of it on the floor. I’ve never seen some skinny dog like you pump it out that hard.”

Reggie reached for a big bottle and squirted some of its contents into his furry hand, thinking only, “soap, soap, soap, soap”. He started scrubbing it up to lather in his chestfur, then spread it around his body. He cleaned his sheath out, massaged it around his tingling asshole, then finally dug his face into his foamy hands. 

“Oooh alright, I’ll let you get all clean by yourself,” Cal said, holding his hands to himself, waiting his turn towering behind the dog. 

“I… I almost… like my gorge was rising? This is a big deal to me because, you know, I’m a weirdo about being clean. And imagine my surprise when I realize I’m into this, because it’s not clean and it feels like it’s rearranging my insides to indulge in it, and holy god this is that fucking peppermint soap,” the dog chuffed, sniffing at the overwhelming prickle of peppermint. 

“Uh-huh, says you oughta dilute it two to one to put it on yourself. Ain’t figured that out yet, why would you make soap for washin’ up that you had to dilute? Your ass ain’t laundry.” Cal grabbed the shower sprayer and flooded himself with a torrent of water, then rubbed up against Reggie from behind to get soapy. “Mmm, you make for a big ol’ bath sponge, you know that?”

“Mint, it’s minty, it’s minty, oh my god!” Reggie squalled, as the soap lather he’d so judiciously smeared inside of his doggy sheath was now transferring its minty essential oils to very sensitive skin. “It’s in my ass! It’s in my peehole!” 

Cal just laughed and rubbed the soapy dog, then sprayed him free of the soap. “You ain’t never dull, you know that? I can work all week doin’ discovery and client meetins’ and I had three depositions to attend an’ you barkin’ about Dr. Bronner’s crazy god soap makes me forget all about it.”

Reggie calmed down as the warm water and the wonderful sensation of clean spread over him. He hugged up against Cal and soaped him by groping him. “Sorry if I made you spend all day all hot and bothered just for half an hour or so of me cumming frantically on a fake dick.”

“I like all kinds of different play. Don’t you feel bad about anythin’. Besides, you wanna stay over the rest of the weekend? You can do that, housemate’s visitin’ people for the holidays so we can do whatever we want.”

Reggie thought about whatever he had planned for the weekend. It seemed so far removed from steamy shower cuddling. “I’m gonna use the squeaky bone.”

“Don’t you dare.”

“I’m gonna squeak it so much.”

“Reggie, you’re a bad dog.”

“Oh god, what are you gonna do to me if I squeak it?”

“You jus’ go ahead and find out,” Cal laughed.