Jake, sensing a change of scents in his environment, decided to investigate the source. Rising up onto all four paws, head panning in multiple directions while inhaling and exhaling in short bursts, he followed the ever increasingly potent scent.
Mike, meanwhile, slumped back in his chair musing about the improvements he could make in his life with the Chronivac while basking in the glow of a canine erection. Unlike his prior experiences with his human cock, a canid erection doesn't subside so quickly once freed of its sheath and brought to its full knotted glory. Eyes closed; he concentrated on the building feelings of lust his cock was feeding him as it gently throbbed between his legs to his relaxed heartbeat.
"Nnnnf....whuh..." Mike's sexual revelry was broken by a sudden breeze and cold pressure alternating between his balls and slowly deflating knot. His eyes snapped open to see Jake - who had completed his simple quest of scent tracking - snuffling around Mike's new canine package. He dropped his hand from the chair's armrest intent on shooing Jake away, but quickly shifted course to a mere head fur ruffle as Jake did what dogs do when checking out new things...lick.
Jake's broad tongue had slid from his maw and slid across the sensitive surface of Mike’s canid knot, rocketing it back to full thickness and causing pre to erupt from the pointed tip. Of course this only drew Jake’s interest even more as his exploring tongue slid up Mike’s shaft to experience this new scent bloom. This drew a guttural moan from Mike; knuckles turning white from gripping the armrests tightly and hips reflexively rising as his brain worked through the pleasurable messages being transmitted from his personal canine red rocket. Internally he was a bit more vexed due to social norms – continue letting his dog please his carnal needs or … stop.
In the end, sexual fulfillment won the mental battle (hardly a fair fight considering Mike was near catatonic from pleasure) – spreading his legs further to allow his dog more room to work. Jake continued unabated, lapping at his master’s shaft which constantly rewarded him with a seemingly endless supply of salty-sweet pre. Lap after lap drove Mike to higher and higher plateaus of pleasure until he peaked only to freefall down into the sea of tranquility. His balls, having pulled up tight to his abdomen, had released their load - sending waves of white up his chest and across Jake’s muzzle.
Jake got spooked after getting sprayed by the throbbing canine cock, dropping back down onto all fours and padding away to clean himself up – his curiosity sated. Mike was left panting and whimpering softly while staring at the knotted shaft between his legs that was still bobbing and holding firm to its knotted glory.
Mike was about to take a nap when his attention was drawn back to the computer as it roared to life.
*Ding*
A message box from the Chronivac software popped into view stating…