Mutt

Mutt Part 10

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Mutt Part 10

I was still undressed when Dad came out of the back.

"That was quite a performance Son. I'm impressed." He said with a huge grin on his muzzle.

"It's a little something I learned from Max. I wasn't sure it was going to work on everyone until I tried it on Digby."

"And what exactly is this something?"

"Max told me that when I fucked him it was even better than when big alpha dogs like Vince fucked him. He said that my dick slammed right into his prostate rather than sliding over it. He said it was much more intense than anything he'd ever felt." I said with a smirk.

"I have to admit that I never got Digby to respond like that before." Daddy replied with a grin and a ruffling of my headfur. "I think that this is going to go smoother than I originally thought it would. I think your biggest challenge is going to be Bryan."

"That's what I was thinking too Dad. I think I will give him his turn on Friday." I replied.

"I agree with you on that. Get it over before the weekend so you don't have it hanging over your head all weekend. Just remember I'll be watching, but I won't come out unless I'm needed. I really think you can handle the situation. Thursday afternoon I'll give you all of the dirt I have on him, and believe me it's quite a lot. It's why he would be the last dog I'd ever allow to run Fürstenberg Industries. He just doesn't realize it."

"Why don't you just get rid of him?" I asked.

"Because he's good at what he does. You need a certain arrogance for marketing. But I can control him. If you can't control him we'll get rid of him. One of the things I'm proud of is I don't succumb to the "Peter Principle"."

"What is the "Peter Principle" Dad?" I asked my curiosity piqued.

"The Peter principle is a concept in management developed by Laurence J. Peter, which observes that dogs in a hierarchy tend to rise to their "level of incompetence". The thing to do is to let dogs rise to the highest level of their competence then to hold them there. One of the big problems companies have is that they are too rigid in their pay structure."

"I've seen plenty of times that a company has a GREAT research scientist who's patents bring in untold millions of dollars to the company. But the company salary structure says that the top level scientist can only make X number of dollars. This scientist is worth 10X dollars to your company. But to pay him 10X in salary he has to be an upper level manager. Well he sucks as a manager. He hates being a manager. And being a manager leaves him no time to invent."

"So now you have a dog that is a lousy manager and you're paying him 10X. And you don't have this amazing creative mind inventing new products for your company. Instead of loving his job like he used to he hates every moment of the day he spends here."

"Doesn't it make more sense to say Fuck the pay structure and pay the scientist 10X dollars, instead of promoting him to his level of incompetence?"

"It makes perfect sense Dad." I said.

Well that's why Bryan will never advance further. He's great at what he does, but he is too unethical to be trusted with more." Dad explained.

"Well that's enough of that for now. The Marlins are in town tonight. Do you want to go to the game? I've invited a few of our best customers and some of the VPs are coming. You're gonna have to get used to entertaining the customers. That's a big part of the job. Plus I've never taken my son to a game." He said with a chuckle and a tousle of my hair.

"Sure Dad." I replied.

"I'll pick you up at 6:00 PM. I'll have the limo drive us over. That way we don't have to worry about parking and we can get shitfaced without worrying about having to drive home." He said winking at me.

"Why don't you shower up and and put your clothes back on. You're cute as hell naked like that, but we've got work to do. We can't just fuck around all day."

"I guess you mean that literally." I replied.

"I mean it figuratively and literally Son."

After I showered and dressed Dad spent the rest of the day showing me the whole chain of command of the company and gave me an in depth explanation of the function of each department in the company. Some of it was self explanatory, but some of it was not obvious. Fortunately Dad knew the company inside and out. I'm a bit of an Eidetic, so I was able to take it in almost instantaneously and lock it into my memory.

I was excited by the end of the day. I've never been a sports fan. In fact I'd never watched a baseball game and was only very vaguely aware of the rules of the game. But that didn't make a difference, I'd get to spend time with Dad.

I went home and changed into shorts and a polo shirt. Dad said to just dress casual. The Limo showed up right on time and the driver got out and opened the door for me and I got in next to Dad. He had a Marlins shirt on and had a Marlins cap on his head. He didn't say anything but just put his arm around me and pulled me next to him.

"Well Son, have you ever been to a baseball game before?"

"I've never even watched one on TV. I never got involved in sports since I wasn't very good at them and I never had a Dad to teach me about them." I said as I leaned against him.

"Well I'll explain it to you when we're watching." He said.

We talked about work and how I needed to proceed to consolidate my power. We were able to pull up to a VIP section that was for the dogs that had access to a corporate box. Everyone there knew Dad and he introduced me to all of them. We were there early so instead of going straight to the Fürstenberg box we walked around to the vendors. Dad insisted on buying me a Marlins jersey like his, a Marlins ball cap and a Marlins pennant. Even though I was making seven figures now Dad always insisted on buying everything when we were together.

We were still early so we went out to the stands in the outfield to watch the Marlins shagging balls during batting practice. Dad kept up a running banter with the outfielders. It seemed like all of them knew him. A few seemed a little shocked that he was hanging out with a little Mutt. Some were even more shocked when they found out I was his Son-In-Law, it was an unwritten social taboo for a purebred to debase themselves by marrying a Mutt.

But they were a bit in awe of Dad. I was later to find out that in addition to being a fairly famous football player in college he was a minority owner of the team. He never let the public know about it and he never wanted to be the majority owner, he just kept in the background.

The stands were still fairly empty so when one of the players jacked a ball into the center field stands it was easy for me to get to it before anyone else.

"Here Son give that to me." He said and I handed the ball to him.

He walked over to the fence and called out. "Hey Mookie. Can you get all the guys to sign this for my Son."

"Sure Mr. Fürstenberg. I'll have one of the ball boys bring it up to your box later." A player who I didn't know, of course I didn't know any of the players, replied as he caught the ball that Dad threw to him.

"Well I think it's time to head up to the box." Dad said and led the way to the Fürstenberg Corporate box.

As I expected it was really lavish. There was a dining area when you first walked in, then a living room like area further up and then a viewing area closest to the field side. The viewing area was slanted down toward the field like the bleachers were so the dogs in the back were able to see over the ones in front of them. But instead of hard bleacher seats these ones were very comfortable and padded.

We started in the kitchen area where all kinds of hors d'oeuvres, jumbo shrimp cocktails and chips with a variety of dips. There was a bar with a bartender working it. I got a plate with a variety of the appetizers, a shrimp cocktail and a Straub American Amber. I didn't fill my plate up nearly as much as Dad did and I'm sure he would go back for more.

We sat down at one of the tables and as the various customers came in Dad introduced us. At first most of them were taken aback by being introduced to a Mutt and then flabbergasted even further to find that said Mutt was the new President of the company.

The funny thing was Dad acted like everything was normal and soon we were all talking and shooting the shit like we'd known each other forever. Dad had a talent for getting dogs to blend together. It wasn't something that can be taught, it's an innate ability that Dad had in spades.

Soon they seemed to almost forget that I was a Mutt. We were talking about the business and that was something I could hold my own on. I think Dad intentionally steered the conversation away from sports and pop culture to business in general and our business in particular.

Everything was going well until Bryan, the VP of Marketing showed up. I could see him looking down his nose at me every time he thought Dad wasn't looking. At times it became a downright sneer. I was worried that if the customers saw it they would side with him and lose respect for me, but it seemed that I'd won them over. They seemed to find his behavior boorish.

I had enough appetizers to satisfy me, but being a huge Dane, Dad went up for seconds. When he came back he brought two glasses along with his refilled plate. They were tulip shaped glasses with a couple of ice cubes in each of them and what looked to be a couple of ounces of burnt gold colored liquid in them.

"Here try this. It's Bowmore single malt Scotch. The pretentious snobs feel you should drink it neat, but I like it over a little bit of ice." He said handing me a glass. I watched as he swirled it around and savored the aroma. Then he took a sip.

I copied everything he did, but when I took a sip I almost spit it out. I managed to recover and slowly swallow what I had in my mouth. Bryan's smirk grew bigger at my discomfort.

"I should have warned you that it packs a bit of a bite..." He said with a chuckle.

"Yeah I noticed. But I think I can handle it now that I know what to expect." I said as I took another sip. It went down smoother now that I was ready for it. It took a little while to finish the glass and Dad waved a server over to bring us another round.

We made our way over to the viewing area as the game was about to start. Dad and I had seats in the front row in the center near the aisle. We had to stand for the National Anthem almost immediately and then the game started.

"The Marlins are on defense first since it's a home game. That's an advantage because the home team always bats last and knows exactly how many runs it needs in it's last at bat." He said as he explained it to me. His arm was around my shoulder.

Bryan was behind us smirking at how little I knew about baseball. But what he didn't realize was that from our position the window was acting somewhat as a mirror that showed exactly what he was doing. Dad looked at me knowingly.

Between innings Dad had the servers bring us a drink. He was able to handle a drink an inning while I was steadily becoming drunker as the innings progressed. Dad continued to drape his arm over my shoulder and explain different things about the game as they happened. By this time I was too tipsy to pay any attention to what Bryan was doing. Plus I was having too much fun enjoying the attention Dad was lavishing on me.

The Marlins had been down by three runs going into the bottom of the ninth inning. It looked like they were going to lose. The first batter got a single. Then the next batter struck out. The third batter got a single and the runner on base got to third. Then the next batter walked loading the bases. Don't think I understood the game enough to know what was going on. Dad was explaining it as it happened.

The next batter hit a fly ball to the third baseman for the second out.

"Well Son the clean up batter is up next. He's the Marlins best hitter. We need him to get a hit to keep the game going." He explained. The first pitch was a ball, then he swung and missed at the next pitch. The pitcher just missed the outside corner of the plate then he almost bounced the next pitch in for another ball. On the next pitch he hit it deep to right field but it hooked just foul.

"Well Son this is what they call the payoff pitch or a full count. If the next pitch is a ball he will walk in a run and if it's a strike the game is over. If he gets a hit it should drive in at least two runs and bring up the next batter." He said finishing just as the pitcher went into his windup.

The pitch was a little bit high and outside but he took a swing and hit it dead on. The arc on it was majestic, there was no doubt that it was going over the fence. Not only over the fence but completely out of the park. The whole ball park exploded in euphoria.

"We Won! We Won!" Dad cried out. I'd always found it amusing when fans use the term we when referring to their favorite sports teams but in this case Dad was correct in the usage considering he was a minority owner.

The guests came over to congratulate Dad on his team winning and we all had a celebratory drink before leaving. I was almost too drunk to stand but I didn't want to be the only one to not celebrate the victory. When it was time to leave I couldn't stand straight without help from Dad.

Once he got us to the private elevator he picked me up in his powerful arms and carried me to the Limo. Maybe I should have been ashamed of being such a lightweight but I was reveling about being in Daddy's strong arms. I could feel his muscles rippling beneath his coat. Dad was the sexiest dog I'd ever met...

I was kind of in and out of awareness as he carried to the Limo. I opened my eyes enough to see the driver open the door for us. Dad sat me on the seat and sat down next to me. He put his arm around me and pulled me close to him. Looking down I could see he had an erection in his shorts.

"It looks like you want to go camping, you're already pitching a tent." I said with a drunken giggle.

"I guess that's another father/son thing we can do. Why don't you get inside the tent."

I unbuttoned and then unzipped his pants and his huge sheath encased boner popped out. I chuckled again and said "I think the tent post popped out." Before bending over and taking his massive cock into my muzzle.

"That's it... You know just how Daddy likes it. We have plenty of time, Victor is just going to wait here for a while until traffic clears up a little."

I nursed on his maleness until he was moaning. Then I dropped my shorts and straddled him. I lifted my tail and lined him up with my eager little asshole. Then I lowered myself down on it. I was getting better and better at accommodating his huge cock. I was facing him. I reached both arms up under his shirt and started to massage his nipples. Soon he reached down and pulled his shirt over his head and threw it onto the seat on the other side.

I took one of his nipples into my muzzle and nipped at it, causing him to emit a massive squirt of precum to shoot deep into my eager asshole. Just the thought of being marked by this huge Alpha dog was enough to make me swoon with anticipation. I was soon going up and down on that massive cock as my little cock slid up and down his abs.

We were still in the parking lot with dogs milling all around the Limo. It was weird because we could see them walking past but they couldn't see us because of the mirror tint to the glass. It seemed to be one of Dad's big kinks, to fuck in public without being seen...

I quickened my pace as I worked myself up and down on the his big cock. He was just allowing me to do whatever I wanted. He was leaning back in the seat, his eyes closed and his head tilted skyward, a huge grin on his muzzle, while I steered us toward nirvana.

I was able to manage it in my inebriated condition because it didn't take any coordination. Dad was just slightly tipsy, a dog his size could easily metabolize that much alcohol without much effect. On the other hand a dog of only a hundred pounds can get drunk looking at a drink.

"That's it Son show me how much you want it..." He said as he put his paws around my waist and helped me raise and lower myself on his massive member.

"I want to be a Fürstenberg Daddy, I'm ready for my next injection." I said as I squirted pre all over his belly.

"Don't worry I'm not going to stop until you're a Fürstenberg." He said and after a moment or two he leaned forward and whispered into my ear. "I love you Son." The sincerity in those four words shook me to my core.

I started crying softly, "I love you too Daddy." I replied with equal honesty. I wanted to feel his essence shooting up into me so badly. "Please cum in me Daddy."

"Don't worry Son there's nothing that I want to do more." He replied as his knot started to form.

I sat all the way down on him and twisted my body from side to side making my sphincter twist on the base of his knot. It was expanding exponentially as I rode him. The twisting motion gave a different feeling to my prostate and I hardened almost immediately. I shot my load explosively onto his belly and clamped down hard on his knot with each shot.

And then I could feel it. Jet after powerful jet of potent alpha purebred Great Dane DNA was blasting into the center of my being. Not just any Great Dane but the most dominant dog I'd ever met. One that loved me. I was amazed how close we'd become after such a rocky start. And with every event like this we became even more chemically bonded to each other. And that was the last thing I remembered as I passed out from pleasure and intoxication...

I heard the knock on the door and called out, "Come in."

The door opened and Bryan swaggered in insolently. He walked to the front of the desk and didn't even shake my hand or wait for my request to take a seat in front of my desk. He just plopped down in it while trying to stare me down.

"Well I've called this meeting to let all of my VPs know what I expect of them. And to see if we can all get on the same page." I said as cordially as I could manage under the circumstances.

"Cut the shit Rhodes. We all know what a fucking farce this is. By rights I should be the new President of this fucking company. You're only President because you married Frank's daughter. You don't have the experience necessary to run this company. Plus who will take a company that is run by a Fucking Mutt seriously. If you think I'm going to take orders from a half grown Mutt you have another fucking thing coming."

"If you're done you can head down to Tracy and dictate your resignation letter."

"You can't chase me out of this company, Frank won't tolerate it you little asshole."

"Dad told me to fire anyone who can't accept my authority. So either drop your drawers and bend over my desk, or go down to Tracy's office and tender your resignation."

"You're a bigger fucking fool than I thought if you think that I'm going to let a little needle dicked Mutt fuck me."

"I'll give you little unsolicited advice Bryan, if you find yourself in a hole, stop digging. So are you going to bend over the desk or turn in your resignation?"

"I'd resign before I'd let some Heinz 57 mixed breed dog that doesn't even know who his own father is fuck me up the ass." He said as he got up and turned to head out the door.

"That's your prerogative. But if I were you as soon as I walked out that door I'd hire the best criminal lawyer I could afford..." I said and then gave my best imitation of Dad's bark-like laugh.

He stopped in his tracks and spun around. "What the fuck are you talking about?" He asked.

"Well it's just that I think the SEC might have some questions on some of the stock buys you've made. You know the ones you made a killing on. The ones that you had insider information on." I said with a big grin as I sprung my trap. "I wonder how handsome you'd look in orange..."

"You... You... You... have no proof." He stammered indignantly.

"My, my, Bryan I've never seen you so flustered before. I've never heard you stammer like that. Trust me I have all the proof I need." I said picking up a folder on my desk and holding it up. "You make it kind of obvious when you live beyond your means. There was the time when we were ready to launch the new video gaming line. You were on the launch committee and before it was announced you quietly bought ten thousand shares, which tripled in value. Which is bad enough without the fact that you bought them using your brother as the front man. How many years in prison do you think that would get you?"

"I have half a dozen more examples I could tell you about but I'm sure you already know about them." I added.

"But that's blackmail!" He complained.

"Is it? Well you should have thought of that before you said all of those "nice" things about me. If you would have just said you wanted to resign without all the rude vulgar things that you said about me I would have let you just walk out the door. But being an alpha dog like I am I can't just let you say that kind of shit and walk away."

"This lack of integrity that you have is why Dad would never have considered you as President of this company. He made sure you stayed in a position that your lack of ethics wouldn't bring down the entire company if it was exposed."

"Now drop your drawers and bend over the desk. After I'm done fucking you to nirvana I'll decide if I'm going to let you keep your job or not."

"Oh come off it Rhodes, that little cocktail weenie that you've got isn't going to turn anyone on." He said, obviously not able to help himself.

"Either bend over the desk or leave. Or I'll have to call security in to remove you." I said in a matter-of-fact tone that left no doubt as to it's seriousness.

He got the point and started to remove his pants. When he got them removed he stood next to the desk. He was so tall that he had to spread his legs extra wide for his balls to rest on the desk. With everyone else that I'd fucked so far I'd licked their ass to get the nice and lubed up, but I had no intention of making it any easier on him. I was pretty small but without lube it would still hurt a little I guessed.

I pulled my little stool out from under the desk and centered it behind his ass. He snorted in derision that I needed a stool, he was going to pay for that. I was hard as a rock, not because I found him attractive but because I was so turned on by the thought of punishing this fucking asshole's asshole.

I lined myself up with the tip of my cock centered in his tight brown star. Then I gripped his hips and slammed my whole cock in in one vicious thrust until my balls slapped up against his.

"HEY!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!!" He cried out.

"I don't know how I could have hurt you with my little "needle dick"." I said as the thought of making him cry out in pain made my precum start to flow. Now that I'd made my point I was going to try to make him cum in spite of himself. I slowly pulled myself all the way out getting a good coating of pre over the whole track of his rectum that I would be sliding on. I pulled all the way out and then used the tip of my cock to spread my pre on his pucker to make it nice and slick.

"Why the fuck didn't you do that first?" He asked.

"I didn't figure a big strong Alpha dog like yourself would need it." I said derisively. "This is for my pleasure now, although by the time I'm done with you I'm going to make you cum harder than you ever have in your life." I knew this would get him to hold back until he couldn't take it any longer.

"Fat chance of that. Just get it over with. A little Mutt like you probably has a hair trigger anyway." He said in a hateful tone. Some dogs just never learn.

I made sure I aimed at where his prostate would be and slammed into the side of it. I could feel his body wanting to respond. I slowly worked my way out and then slammed in again over and over. He wasn't saying anything but I could tell he was becoming aroused.

I reached around and felt for his cock. He'd been totally flaccid when we started, but he was rock hard and leaking pre now. The biggest shock though was how small he was. I mean he was bigger than I am by a long shot, but he couldn't have been longer than seven inches and not terribly thick. From my experience that was tiny for a Dane. In fact out of all the VPs I'd fucked so far he was easily the smallest.

"It looks like someone is enjoying themselves..." I teased.

He didn't bother to answer. I figured it was everything he could do to not moan out loud. I continued to pound away at him, my dickhead taking target practice at his prostate.

"You know out of all of the VPs I've fucked so far you've got the smallest dick of the group. I don't think I've ever seen a Dane with such a tiny willy. It must be kinda embarrassing. Such a big dog and such a little Johnson..."

He didn't say anything, probably because he was doing his best not to cum. My paw was still wrapped around his cock and I could feel it pulsing as it pumped out precum. He could lie to me but his body was giving him away.

"It looks like this little tiny needled dicked Mutt is turning you on something fierce..." I teased him as I stroked his cock in time with my thrusting. "But I don't think you need me giving you the reach around, I think I can make you cum hands free." I added taking my paw away from his cock. I put both of my paws on his hips and started pounding away at him. With each thrust I went up on my tiptoes to get as much oomph into it as I could.

And finally the dam broke and he cried out, "NOOOOOO!!!" As his load shot out onto the desk adding another layer to my stain of shame.

"Awww. Don't feel bad puppy. There's no shame cumming when your Alpha fucks you." I said and laughed. I could feel his sphincter clamping down on my cock with each shot of cum he shot onto the desk. I could just imagine how humiliated he felt.

"I made you cum without even cumming myself. Hell I haven't even knotted up yet. I think you have cum enough on my desk for today..." I added.

"What do you mean for today? You don't think I'm going to let you do this to me again do you?"

"Brian... Brian... Brian... I think we need to do this on a regular basis until you internalize which of us is the Alpha dog. Now get down on your knees on the floor while I finish." I ordered.

Maybe he was starting to learn because he didn't argue, he just got onto his knees. I got behind him and guided myself back into him. Of course it was much easier this time since he was already loosened up and lubed by our first go round. I had to stand with my knees bent to reach him. On my knees I was too short but I was too tall standing straight up. It was a little awkward but it also gave me a little extra push when I straightened my legs out with each thrust, lifting his knees off the ground a little as my dick head punished his prostate.

The air was thick with my dominance pheromones and his submission pheromones. In no time at all he was whimpering like a submissive puppy in spite of his best efforts to resist. That was what I needed to get me to start to knot up. My thrusts went from in and out to just trying to seat my cock in deeper with each thrust as my knot started to grow. I growled aggressively and asked, " Who's my little bitch?" As demeaningly as I could muster.

He refused to answer as he tried to fight off another orgasm. But the attempt was completely futile. I could feel his sphincter clamp down almost painfully behind my knot as he cried out, "Aaarrrghhhh!" as he convulsed in a mind blowing orgasm. I gripped both of his hips and made one last deep thrust into his abused asshole.

"You're mine now bitch!" I cried out loud enough that they would be able to hear me a couple of floors down as my knot locked up in him and my Mutt load jetted into this purebred asshole's asshole. I rested my chest on his back while I pumped my spunk into his now submissive body.

The next minute was intense for both of us as the main part of our orgasm was in full swing. My whole being seemed to exist in my balls as they emptied themselves into my now totally submissive conquest. I'm sure it was just as intense for him. I knew that despite himself he was releasing a ton of oxytocin which would begin to bond him to me.

When I could finally control my breath enough to speak I said, "I told you I'd make you cum harder than you'd ever cum in your life. I'm sure the guys are gonna really enjoy me retelling it." He didn't say anything he just sulked. "Don't worry after a few weeks of this you won't even be able to deny it to yourself."

He was still panting loudly and all he was able to say was, "Fuck You Rhodes!"

I put my paw on his hip and pulled. He realized I wanted him to roll onto his side on the ground so I could spoon him more comfortably. He complied because I was obviously in control right now. Soon we were on our sides with me spooning him perfectly.

"You just don't seem to learn do you Brian. I own your ass now and you keep insulting me. You know I can't just let that pass..."

"So what can you fucking do to me that's worse than this." He said, the venom dripping in his voice.

"I've seen the picture on your desk with you and your family..."

"Are you threatening my family now?"

"Heaven forbid no. It looks like a fine happy family. You, your wife, a son and two daughters all nice purebred Great Danes. Although the son looks JUST LIKE Frank..."

"YOU WOULDN'T!"

"Oh wouldn't I? Frank said anything you would do for him you need to be willing to do for me..." I said with an evil chuckle punctuating it.

"But everyone knows I've had a vasectomy, they'll know it's not mine..." He said whining, finally realizing that he'd totally fucked himself beyond all recognition.

"If you think that you having the vasectomy is the only reason that they'll know it's not yours you're not thinking clearly at all. When your wife delivers a Mutt everyone will know. Even strangers when you are walking down the street. You need to get this straight Bryan. This isn't a game. I'm the Alpha here and you won't accept it. If you would have accepted it and just bent over the desk that's all that would have happened. But you had to insult my heritage. I've had to accept that all my life, but not any longer."

"I know how the game's played, Alpha dogs make the pups..." I paused long enough to let it sink in. "Who's the Alpha dog?" I asked pointedly.

"You are Sir." He said respectfully. It seemed that the lesson was finally beginning to sink in.

"I'm glad that you are finally beginning to recognize that. So when is your wife due in heat again?"

"Please Sir don't do that."

"I can't let the insults that you directed at me go unpunished and still manage to keep my status. This is your own fault..." I chided him. I was deadly serious about it. "And after that you're going to be on probation. If you can't seem to accept me as the President of this company with all of the perks that go with it, then I'll have to let you go..."

"I understand Sir." He said.

"It would have been much easier if you just accepted this in the first place."

My knot was just starting to soften but before it did I had one last indignity to inflict on Bryan. I let my bladder loose and started marking my sub in the traditional dog manner. I held the last of it in. I had plans for that.

Bryan could tell what I'd done. The insides of his ears turned bright red. He was going to smell of Mutt marking for days this way. As my knot finally came down and I pulled out I squirted the last of my piss onto the fur on his back and rubbed it in with my paw. Despite this final indignity he still had a hard-on and knot that was leaking prostatic fluid.

I went over and sat on the easy chair and said, "You need to come over here and clean me up."

I didn't get any argument this time. He crawled over to me and knelt between my legs. Soon he was licking up all of our juices that had gotten all over my balls, sheath and belly and then he took my cock into his muzzle and sucked me clean. The whole time I had my paw on the back of his head guiding him to where I needed cleaned.

While he was sucking my cock to clean me up I told him what his new duties were. "I expect you here first thing every Monday morning after the staff meeting and at the end of the day every Friday. And any other time I feel that I need my balls drained. Oh and Monday you can let me know what day your wife will be in the middle of her heat."

"Yes Sir."

"And by the way, you're NOT to rinse that last little present off of your back until you go home today. You're dismissed Bryan."

"Yes Sir." He said and started to get dressed again. He put his shirt on right over the piss drenched fur on his back. Everybody would know what just went on in the office. As soon as he was dressed he quickly left the office, his head hung in shame .

Dad came out of the back room with a booming bark of a laugh. "Well done Son. I don't think I could have done it any better. Bryan's never been very bright. You would have thought he would have figured out when to shut up. By the way his wife is pretty good in bed, she couldn't get enough of my cock."

"Well I can understand that. For a Great Dane Bryan isn't very well endowed." I replied laughing.

"Most of the guys have seen him in the locker room changing before our corporate softball games. Of course he's always soft then and he claims to be a grower not a shower. Until now I was the only one on the management team that knew better."

"I've never seen you look that dominant Son. Watching you fuck Bryan to submission was so fucking hot..." Dad said to me, his slacks tented.

I ran my paw up the underside of his erection. In spite of the fact that I'd just cum I was drooling at the sight and feel of his huge throbbing member. I rubbed it for a few more seconds then said. "Daddy since I seemed to have caused this, maybe I should take you into the back bedroom and take care of it. Unlike Bryan I KNOW who my Alpha is."

"I was just waiting for you to suggest that." He walked over to my phone and punched in Tracy's number. "Tracy please hold all of Ethan and my calls for the next two hours please. We have some important business to take care of."

He hung up the phone, grabbed me by the paw and led me to the back bedroom. Who was I to argue with my Alpha...