Ethics

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Ian’s white-glowed paw stroked up and down rapidly, his squinting gaze focused in on the bulky, leather-clad bear on his computer screen. Ian’s whole body quaked and wobbled with his furious movement, well over two hundred pounds of dog seated and shamelessly pleasuring himself. Each motion of his paw along the pulsing pride between his meaty thighs edged the canine closer to cumming. His free paw clicked vainly at the ‘Next’ button on the screen, trying to call up yet another image of an overweight, muscle-clad stud in little more than leather. Each new image was new stimulation for the myriad of fantasies swirling through the shiba inu’s head, all of them sending shivers down his spine and more blood to his needy cock. The feeling of his arms beating…
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Roadside

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Blue and white lights filled Ian’s vision as he rolled to a stop on the side of the highway. He sighed heavily and raised a paw to shield his eyes from the harsh glare of the lights, now joined by a spotlight, as they all tried their hardest to blind him. Turning his car off and parking it, the shiba inu looked down at his dash for a moment to try and make sense of what was happening. The canine hadn’t been speeding, nor had he been drinking or even driving like he had, so he had no clue as to why he had been pulled over. The second he thought that though, the reason popped into his head like a bad memory; one of lights had to be out.…
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Back Alley

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Ian groaned as he rolled off the horse below him, warm seed leaking out of his over-stretched hole. The tubby shiba-inu panted softly as he settled down into place on the large bed beside the horse, sweat tricking down his face and chest as he just gulped at the air to try and refill his taxed lungs. His whole frame ached, from the bottoms of his feet which had been banging into the footboard to his muzzle which had been lavished in affectionate nibbling nearly the entire romp. The deed was done though, with Ian’s equine partner neighing lightly in glee as he rubbed some of the spilled seed into his musky crotch. The dog just smiled, not even able to chuckle between the long, ragged pants as he slowly…
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Worth Every Penny

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Ian stood beside the statue in the park, sighing lightly as he tugged at the ill-fitting tank top which covered his torso. The thing barely managed to hang over his sagging stomach, leaving a little bit of the white-furred sac out for the world to see, and the cold night air to make frigid. The arm-holes itched, and rubbed at the soft flesh beneath his arms in such a way that the dog needed to itch every few minutes just to stay comfortable. All this discomfort is to say nothing of his pants, which were a size too small and left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Every luscious curve of his plush ass, the size of his impressive bulge, his thick thighs… All of it was on public display courtesy…
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