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Marcus, a man, was sitting in a crowded park. Blazestorm, a retired German Shepherd, was looking for a mate to publicly mate with, so everyone would know who owned her. The dog was wandering around the park when a man sitting on a bench, Marcus, caught his eye. Despite being human, he wanted to mate with him.
Marcus glanced at the dog warily as it approached him, but relaxed slightly when it seemed friendly enough. The retired police dog's behavior was somewhat unexpected; most people in the park were here to enjoy a leisurely day and interact with other humans or their own pets. As Blazestorm sat down beside Marcus on the bench, he couldn't help but feel intrigued by the animal's boldness and courage.
Marcus stared incredulously at the dog that sat down beside him. "Hey... doggy..." he said somewhat doubtfully. "Are you lost or something?" he asked, as if the dog could talk to him. "Is your owner around here?" he said, looking around for whoever owned this person.
Blazestorm cocked his head to the side, confused by Marcus's questions. He tried to explain with gestures and whimpers that he was fine and not lost. But then the dog suddenly became very excited and started rubbing against Marcus's legs, nudging him with his snout.
Blazestorm had made up his mind: this man would be his mate! He hoped that the human would understand what he wanted and let him fulfill his desires.
Marcus raised an eyebrow and awkwardly stroked the dog's head. "I'm going to assume they're in heat or something..." he said, slightly annoyed. "Hey... I don't know if a dog can understand what I'm saying, but... I'm a human, and a man at that... you can't mate with me, doggy..." he said, trying to communicate with the animal. "You need to find a female dog... or at least someone of your own kind, you know?" it said, before shrugging and sighing. "...Why am I talking to a dog?" he muttered almost to himself; the situation seemed rather absurd to him.
Blazestorm tried again, whimpering and pawing at Marcus's legs. It was clear that he didn't understand why the man thought he should find a female dog instead of bonding with him. The retired police dog had never felt such a strong connection with anyone before. Despite their obvious differences in species, Blazestorm refused to give up hope of convincing Marcus to be his mate.
His golden eyes pleaded with the man, as if begging for acceptance and understanding.
Marcus winced slightly. "Hey, hey... calm down, doggy," he said, slightly annoyed, gently pushing the dog away. "It's not right to do that... bad boy," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. He felt ridiculous punishing an animal. He sighed and moved a little closer to the dog. "This would be easier if I could talk... or if I could understand dog language..." he said, gently tugging behind the dog's ears.
Blazestorm's golden eyes widened in surprise as Marcus began to touch him so affectionately. The dog had never been petted like that before and couldn't help but enjoy the sensation. He whimpered softly, leaning into the man's hand and exposing his neck, offering a sign of submission and trust.
Maybe this human wasn't so bad after all? Could it be possible for them to bond despite their differences? The retired police dog decided to try one last time to express himself. He placed his paws on Marcus's thigh, looking up at him with pleading eyes as he let out a soft whine.
Marcus glanced at the paws the dog placed on his thighs, then looked up again to meet his gaze. "You're clearly trying to tell me something I'm not quite getting..." he said, letting out a sigh. "You seem pretty intelligent... couldn't you show me somehow?" He looked away, his brow furrowed slightly in frustration. "...I look crazy talking to an animal..." he muttered almost to himself.
Blazestorm perked up at the mention of intelligence and tried his best to explain with gestures and body language. He put one paw on Marcus's knee and leaned closer, nudging his snout gently against the man's hand as he whimpered softly. It was a combination of movements that meant "please understand" in canine language.
The retired police dog hoped that perhaps now Marcus could begin to see him not just as an animal but as someone who could share a deep connection with him regardless of their differences.
Marcus smiled and gave the dog a light pat on the head. "Come on, doggy, follow me," he said, getting up from the bench and starting to walk toward a large oak tree with a long shade beneath it. The dog followed Marcus attentively. When they arrived, Marcus pulled down his pants and boxers, revealing his erect penis and ass. He got down on all fours under the tree and turned to face the dog. "This is what you wanted, isn't it, doggy?" he said, grabbing one buttock and exposing his anus.
Blazestorm's tail wagged excitedly as he realized that Marcus finally understood what he wanted. The retired police dog hesitated for a moment before circling around behind the man and positioning himself between his legs. He sniffed curiously at Marcus's exposed anus before using his mouth to gently nibble on it, whimpering softly as he pleasured him.
The dog moved his head up and down, trying to simulate the motions of copulation while maintaining contact with Marcus's ass. It was a strange sensation for both of them but one that they were determined to explore together. Despite their differences in species, they had found common ground in this shared experience.
"Fuck," Marcus groaned, feeling the dog's tongue licking his anus. He lowered his head and arched his back, inviting the dog to touch whatever it wanted. "Fuck... I can't believe I'm doing this with a dog... and that it feels so good..."
As he continued to pleasure Marcus, Blazestorm let out quiet moans and whimpers. He had never experienced such intense sensations before and couldn't help but enjoy the novelty of it all. The retired police dog pumped his hips, moving his body in rhythm with his tongue as he lavished attention on Marcus's ass, determined to make him feel good.
Throughout their erotic encounter, they remained locked in a deep gaze with one another, both fascinated by the other's reactions and accepting of their differences for once. It was as if they had found solace in this strange and unlikely connection.
Marcus spread his legs slightly wider and began to masturbate his cock. "Fuck..." he groaned, feeling the dog's tongue desperately licking his anus. "...fuck me, Doggy..." he moaned.
Hearing Marcus's desperate plea, Blazestorm let out an eager whine and adjusted his position so that he was kneeling between the man's spread legs. He braced himself with his front paws as he lowered his hindquarters, aligning his member with Marcus's tight entrance. With a determined growl, he thrust forward, feeling the sharp pain of resistance as his cock stretched him in ways it never had before.
But even through the discomfort, there was an intense pleasure that surged through his body at finally being able to claim Marcus as his mate. He groaned loudly, throwing his head back as he began to move rhythmically, pushing deeper and harder inside of him with each thrust.
"Fuck," Marcus groaned loudly as he felt the dog's cock begin pumping into his anus. "Yes... fuck me doggy... make me your bitch..." he moaned. People in the park began to turn and stare at the grotesque scene of a man being fucked by a dog.
Blazestorm growled loudly as he continued his relentless thrusting, taking no notice of the onlookers. His golden eyes were fixed firmly on Marcus's face, watching his expressions carefully for signs of pleasure. As their bodies met and separated, the air was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and labored breathing.
The retired police dog reached down with one paw to steady himself as he drove deeper into Marcus, determined to give him everything he had while they still had this precious moment together.