One last sniff, then the dog mounts Shinjirou. He starts rutting instantly, even before he gets his forepaws locked around Shinjirou to secure him firmly in place for the mating. The first few thrusts are wild, but the following ones are wilder still, accompanied by deep growls that rumble in Irvin's chest. His hips snap back and forth in rapid motions, length pressing everywhere as he - it's very hard to think of Irvin as an it now - seeks out Shinjirou's entrance

"I don't want you to strain your throat," Jade warns. Despite his best efforts, his cock is hardening quickly, visibly pressing against the restrictive confines of his pants. He feels trapped; his shirt is sticky against his skin, and the sight in front of him has him mesmerized. He can't look away. He had been trying to visualize it ever since he obtained Irvin, but now that he's being confronted with the reality of it, it's so different: quicker and wilder and more degrading than anything he's seen before.