NATURAL SELECTION 14
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: AU
Pairings: Burt/Kurt, Kurt/dogs, Kurt/Cooper, Kurt/OCs
Overall Warnings: Non-con, Incest, Bestiality, B!P, Daddy Kink, Innocence
Summary: Since his wife passed, Burt has sheltered his son from the world with only their dogs for company on their small cattle farm. A GKM fill for this prompt. This is what the dogs look like and check out the nsfw fanartby Val.
Chapter summary: Kurt leans on more than the doctor’s shoulder while his father is in the hospital. Blaine confronts his big brother.
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Chatter swirled around him. A monitor beeped monotonously. The squeak of a trolley wheel faded away down the corridor. Kurt lay still, disbelieving. The weave of the blanket imprinting its pattern onto his cheek. The body on the bed was warm but unmoving. He didn’t care and continued to squeeze his father’s hand anyway, hoping for some sort of response. Even the merest twitch would be enough to stop his tears from falling. A firm hand squeezed his shoulder instead and Kurt knew this was a nightmare from which he could not wake.
Mrs. Pine had let him weep over daddy’s body while she asked the tough questions of the doctor. However, there hadn’t been many answers.
Yes, his father had suffered two serious heart attacks before making it to hospital. Yes, surgery had been the best option to keep him alive. Yes, the sedation had worn off. No, they didn’t know when - if - he would wake up.
Kurt stopped listening; the roar in his ears drowning out everything other than the awful truth. Alone. He was alone. His heart thumped traitorously in his chest. How dare he be here; alive and well. How dare he keep breathing when his dad was on a gurney with a tube down his throat. How dare he feel anything when it was a machine that was keeping his father alive. How dare he… How dare he leave him alone.
Kurt took a shuddering breath, wanting this to be some sort of cruel joke, wanting his dad to wake up and say something - anything. But nothing happened.
Mrs. Pine stood behind him. The elderly woman set down her handbag and took up a spot on the end of the bed. She patted Kurt’s arm comfortingly.
“Here’s what we’ll do,” she started and laid out a plan for the next few days. “My nephew, Jake, will come and milk those cows. The vet will take the dogs and kennel ‘em…” Kurt’s head lifted off the bed at that. “Just for a few days is all. ‘Til we know what’s what.” She nodded her head decisively. “I ‘spect you’ll be wanting to stay on here. I can’t say I’d do anything diff’rent if I were in your shoes.” She patted his arm again. “Ursula could pack a bag for you, set things right back at the house…”
Kurt swallowed grimly. He wondered how long he would need to be at his father’s side. A day? More? A week? Two? He should be the one to pack a bag. He needed to say goodbye to the dogs too. He’d have to sort out payment for the veterinarian, and for milking, and the ambulance, and the hospital, and…and… He shook his head. It was too much. Hopeless tears slid down his face again.
Mrs. Pine eyeballed him, lips pursed. She pulled out her cell phone and carefully dialed a number. Kurt barely registered what she was saying but had no time to ask questions before she was on another call.
“You’re coming with me,” she said, sliding her phone into her handbag. Kurt’s mouth dropped open to protest. “Ah buh-buh-buh,” she cut him off. “I’mma drive you back to our place. Ursula’s gonna feed you. Then you’re gonna pack a bag, get those dogs tied up, an’ you can drive yourself right back here.”
Kurt blinked at her owlishly, his mind still racing around in circles. He swallowed again. His mind focusing on the basic tasks she had given him. “Okay.”
“Okay.” Mrs. Pine eased herself to her feet and watched as Kurt brushed the moisture from his cheeks. She reached over the squeezed his hand. “Let your dad know where you’re going. The sooner we leave, the sooner you’ll be back.”
***
Kurt first slept in the uncomfortable excuse for an armchair in the corner of his father’s room. The night nurse promised that she’d find a cot if he wanted to stay on, which of course he did. Only the cot wasn’t any better the second evening, or the third, and by Friday Kurt’s spine ached almost as much as his heavy heart.
He noticed the pitying glances between the nurses when they came to check their patient each morning, changing the catheter bag and sponging his father down. Kurt made way for them to do their job. He moved his chair back from the bed and side stepped out into the cooler corridor.
He was a stranger out here in a beige and mint green wasteland of yawning doorways. He only knew his way past the nurse’s station, down the hall to the elevator, and down six floors to the cafeteria to find bitter coffee and stale sandwiches. Usually he would wait for the nurses to finish - leaning against the wall to straighten the kinks in his back and killing time until the doctor made his rounds. But today, Kurt felt more helpless than he had since the nightmare began.
Kurt shoved his hands in the pockets of his skin tight jeans and began a slow walk to the elevator. Breakfast might lift his mood, although it would only put more pressure on the dome at his waist which had been popping free all morning. He grumbled to himself as he jabbed the down arrow. He definitely needed new clothes - only this time they would need to be for himself, not Kitty.
There was only one problem with that idea. He loathed the thought of leaving the hospital.
He chewed on a nail absentmindedly and stared out the cafeteria window, considering his options. He could try ordering clothes from a website except he didn’t know how to get onto the internet here. He could ask someone but he knew they would tell him to go out and do it, to take a break from the hospital. Maybe they’d have a point. He could go out but…he didn’t know which stores he needed, or where they were in this city, and it would mean leaving his father alone. Kurt touched the mobile phone in the pocket of his dad's flannel shirt that he was wearing. There was only one person he knew in this city.
He hoped that Dr. Cooper would be willing to help.
***
“Shit! Why didn’t you call sooner?” Cooper asked with his arm protectively cradled around Kurt’s shoulders. The teenager shook his head, jumbled words falling out him in a flurry.
“I didn’t know if… Couldn’t… Wasn’t sure…” Kurt gulped in a shaky breath. His shoulders slumped and he buried his face in his hands. “I’m so scared,” he sobbed, leaning against the Cooper’s chest.
Cooper looked over the motionless form of Burt Hummel in the hospital bed and tightened his arms around Kurt. He hugged the boy, rocking them slightly until the tears ran dry. Cooper eyed each machine hooked up to Burt grimly. He wasn’t an expert in coma patients by any stretch of the imagination but his natural optimism had taken a dive, and that was never a good sign.
While Kurt sniffled into a tissue, Cooper checked Burt’s chart to see if his brother was treating the patient. “Dr. Williams?”
“Yeah,” Kurt said while blowing his nose. “He’s good, right? The best? He’s the head of the department so he must be the best. Right?”
Cooper cleared his throat. “Um…” The man was a fossil, and word had it that he was incompetent to boot.
“He certainly has years - decades - of experience. I’m sure he’s doing his best.” He put the chart down and put his hands in his pockets. “But uh, if you want, I could ask another doctor to take a look at his case for you? Just to make sure he’s getting the best care available.”
“You would do that? For me?”
“Of course, Kurt. I want what’s best for you. And getting your dad back on his feet would make you happy right?”
“Yeah,” Kurt said tearing up once more. “It really would.”
“Okay then. I’ll get right on it.” Cooper dug his phone from his pocket. “Say, have you had any decent food this week?” Kurt shrugged noncommittally. “Grab your stuff. There’s a food truck around the corner that you’re gonna love. My treat. Then we can figure out the shopping thing.”
Cooper ducked out to the hallway to give Kurt a moment’s space and to make the call to Blaine about Burt’s case.
“Squirt, hey,” Cooper said to the voicemail service. “Listen, I need a favor. Take a look at Hummel in room uh, 713. He’s been stuck with Williams and I remember what you said about him. I know this guy and uh, well…Take a look at him would ya? I owe you one, man.” Cooper ended the message as Kurt emerged from the room. “C’mon, lemme buy you lunch,” he said once more slinging his arm around the teenager’s shoulders.
***
Time away from the hospital had done wonders for Kurt’s mood. Stocked with a few new t-shirts, hoodies and two pairs of slim fit jeans from JC Penny, he felt like a new man. He’d picked the skinny jeans because of the way Dr. Cooper’s eyes had lit up at seeing how tight his current pants were - practically cutting off circulation to his thighs. At least the new jeans had some give to them, so too did the shirts. Kurt couldn't believe that he’d grown almost three full sizes. He'd changed into the new clothes at the store, and happily stuffed his old outfit into their trash can.
Dr. Cooper said goodbye to Kurt in the elevator with a warm hug, a handful of ass and a wink, promising to visit again in a few days. Kurt watched his new friend set off for rounds on the third floor before the lift doors closed.
The afternoon sun was filtered by the curtains drawn in his father’s room. Kurt sighed at the dreary sight and set his shopping bags down. It was time to freshen the place up.
“Sun’s gorgeous today,” Kurt said to his dad as he hauled the curtains back, blasting sunlight into the room. “Let’s get some fresh air in here.” He pushed open the small window at the bottom of the frame. “I wonder if Mrs. Pine will let me bring in some of her daisies,” Kurt mused aloud.
He set to tidying up his belongings, pulling out the last of the ill-fitting clothes to throw away, and removing the tags off the new items. He folded them carefully and tucked them into his bag. He found a crumpled paper cup and a couple of wrappers from the other night behind his things, which he binned. He took the careless stack of magazines he had accrued from various nurses down to the communal waiting area.
Satisfied, Kurt surveyed the room again unwilling to sit down in his designated armchair. Instead, he packed up his toiletries and wandered down to the nurse’s station to let them know of his change in plans.
“It’ll be good for you, dear. We’ll take good care of him. You get a good night’s sleep. We’ll call if anything changes,” said Susan, an unfamiliar face at the desk. Kurt nodded and headed back to the room.
“I’m going home tonight, daddy," he announced. "I need to check on the farm, and the dogs.” He closed the window and re-drew the curtains to keep the sun off his father’s face. “But I’ll be back tomorrow, and I’ll bring some of Mrs. Pine’s flowers to brighten up the place.” He kissed his father’s cheek and smoothed a hand over his bare head. He looked so much older like this.
“I love you, daddy. See you tomorrow.”
***
“Much longer you think?”
“Two weeks? Maybe more,” Kurt told Mike, the veterinarian. He eyed Finch who was pacing eagerly behind the kennel’s chain link fence. “Everyone keeps saying to take it one day at a time.”
The vet blew out a big breath in sympathy. “If it’s any consolation, the dogs have been doing fine here. They’ve got the run to themselves. I had to take Ken Dvorak’s Afghan out of the main area because these horny boys wouldn’t leave her alone.”
“Oh my! I am so sorry!” Kurt exclaimed with a blush rising to his cheeks.
“Don’t worry ‘bout it. They’re just doing what dogs do. An’ she wasn’t exactly complaining.”
“Well I’ll take them off your hands for the night. Give them a bit of exercise at home,” Kurt said with a shy smile. “Let them get all that pent up energy out of their system.”
“They’ll love that. They’re um, very excited that you’re here.” Mike nodded towards Finch whose cock had unsheathed.
Kurt’s eyes widened. “Oh!” The vet laughed heartily at his squeak of surprise. He pulled back the spring loaded lock and let Kurt into the enclosure, laughing again as Kurt was suddenly engulfed by both enthusiastic giant dogs.
“Looks like you’ve got your hands full. See you tomorrow,” Mike said. He held the door open to allow Kurt to lead the animals out to his waiting truck.
Once the sled dogs were safely ensconced, and Kurt was in the driver’s seat, he spoke sternly to the dogs.
“Sit! Stay! Let me get us home in one piece and then we can play all the games you both want.”
Hunter let out a wuffle in response while Finch shook himself all over. They managed to keep to themselves for most of the thirty minute drive home, only becoming more vocal once they turned in to their long driveway. Kurt pulled the truck to a stop and leaned over to push the passenger door open.
“G’on, out you get. I’ll race you back to the house!” He chuckled when the dogs tumbled out onto the dirt road. He watched them tear off down the drive and followed them, the wheels rolling slowly over the gravel.
Kurt unlocked the front door, pushing it open. He stood there for a moment, taking in the overwhelming silence of the house. Nothing had changed. Not one thing was out of place since the last time he’d been here. It had only been six days. Six. But it had felt like a lifetime ago since the house had any warmth to it.
He walked through the house, opening the back door, walking the path out past the barn to the milking shed. The cows weren’t here of course. He knew they would be grazing in the pasture near the stream, where the grass was lush. Kurt pushed the steel shed’s door open, letting the sunlight in to glint off the silver rails. He nodded to himself in satisfaction. Mrs. Pine’s nephew was keeping the place clean. The concrete floor of the milking parlor practically sparkled in the dazzling sunshine. Kurt took a quick walk around and closed back up. Jake would be here early tomorrow morning for the next session. He wanted to introduce himself and thank him for helping out. There was no way he could have handled this on top of everything at the hospital.
Kurt returned back to the house. He could hear the dogs rampaging through the undergrowth, investigating every new smell they could find. He left them to it, making his way back to the house, putting kibble and fresh water down for them. He took the time to search the cupboards for a snack for himself and a large glass of water also. Kurt put the T.V. on, set up a cushion at the end of the coffee table, and retrieved the still double stuffed pillow from his bedroom. Satisfied that he had all he that would need for the next hour or two, Kurt disrobed and whistled for the sled dogs. He settled on his knees, bent over the coffee table and waited, his toes curling with anticipation.
Moments later, the thwack of the plastic dog door announced the first arrival. A flurry of black and white fur snuffled at Kurt’s face. Finch’s soft pink tongue darted out to lick at his mouth. But the dog didn’t pause; his muzzle rapidly relocating to Kurt’s moistening pussy.
The teasing flick at his entrance had Kurt moaning immediately. He’d been without this all week. Hadn’t even thought about it once with all the drama going on but now…he couldn’t wait to come.
Finch put more pressure on. The ball of his tongue pushed inside to taste the wetness that had begun to ooze from Kurt’s cunt. With a soft grunt, Kurt clenched down gratefully, loving the feeling of having his pussy licked so readily.
He barely took a breath before Finch reared up, trapping him under the dog's huge warm body. Kurt giggled with each clumsy thrust while the dog humped against him. His happy laughter dissolved into a hungry moan as he felt the sticky tip of his dog’s cock unsheathe.
“Yeah, c’mon,” he begged when the sloped tip dipped inside him, testing the angle. “Good doggy. Go-od doggy,” he encouraged. Finch stamped each foot closer, hips thrusting more confidently, his cock driving deeper.
Kurt gurgled with pleasure. His cunt blossomed, taking every inch that the dog could give. He was utterly impatient to be fucked with his dog’s thickening knot. The swelling bulge hammered against his slick pussy. The wet smack gave way to persistent forceful thrusts that pounded the fist sized knot into Kurt’s willing body.
He lost himself in the dizzying rush of pleasure. Light headed and slack jawed, Kurt’s eye’s slid shut as the sensation of warmth flooded his insides. His cunt pulsed around the bulging intrusion, milking Finch of every drop.
Kurt edged himself back, forcing the dog in deeper. He humped himself on Finch’s fat knot, working himself into a frenzy; his lust unquenchable. His toes tingled. He felt himself on the verge of floating, the heat of his body ready to combust. When he came it started along the backs of his thighs. The sensation skidded over his skin like lightning, shorting out his senses until there was nothing but an explosion of pleasure deep in his gut.
He cried out shamelessly.
Finch howled in unison.
Behind them, Hunter paced impatiently.
***
It was dark when Kurt woke up to the sounds of clanking. Hunter’s head perked up immediately, recognizing the noise of the gates out back. His tail thumped on the bed.
Kurt's eyes blinked in the gloom while his brain made sense of his surroundings. Home. He wiggled his toes beneath the clean sheets of his bed and thought about what had woken him up. He realized that Jake must be starting to milk.
Kurt yawned but pulled back the bed covers while Finch groaned beside him. He wanted to thank Mrs. Pine’s nephew for his help, and ask how long he could stay on.
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Part 14b>>
Spoilers: AU
Pairings: Burt/Kurt, Kurt/dogs, Kurt/Cooper, Kurt/OCs
Overall Warnings: Non-con, Incest, Bestiality, B!P, Daddy Kink, Innocence
Summary: Since his wife passed, Burt has sheltered his son from the world with only their dogs for company on their small cattle farm. A GKM fill for this prompt. This is what the dogs look like and check out the nsfw fanartby Val.
Chapter summary: Kurt leans on more than the doctor’s shoulder while his father is in the hospital. Blaine confronts his big brother.
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Chatter swirled around him. A monitor beeped monotonously. The squeak of a trolley wheel faded away down the corridor. Kurt lay still, disbelieving. The weave of the blanket imprinting its pattern onto his cheek. The body on the bed was warm but unmoving. He didn’t care and continued to squeeze his father’s hand anyway, hoping for some sort of response. Even the merest twitch would be enough to stop his tears from falling. A firm hand squeezed his shoulder instead and Kurt knew this was a nightmare from which he could not wake.
Mrs. Pine had let him weep over daddy’s body while she asked the tough questions of the doctor. However, there hadn’t been many answers.
Yes, his father had suffered two serious heart attacks before making it to hospital. Yes, surgery had been the best option to keep him alive. Yes, the sedation had worn off. No, they didn’t know when - if - he would wake up.
Kurt stopped listening; the roar in his ears drowning out everything other than the awful truth. Alone. He was alone. His heart thumped traitorously in his chest. How dare he be here; alive and well. How dare he keep breathing when his dad was on a gurney with a tube down his throat. How dare he feel anything when it was a machine that was keeping his father alive. How dare he… How dare he leave him alone.
Kurt took a shuddering breath, wanting this to be some sort of cruel joke, wanting his dad to wake up and say something - anything. But nothing happened.
Mrs. Pine stood behind him. The elderly woman set down her handbag and took up a spot on the end of the bed. She patted Kurt’s arm comfortingly.
“Here’s what we’ll do,” she started and laid out a plan for the next few days. “My nephew, Jake, will come and milk those cows. The vet will take the dogs and kennel ‘em…” Kurt’s head lifted off the bed at that. “Just for a few days is all. ‘Til we know what’s what.” She nodded her head decisively. “I ‘spect you’ll be wanting to stay on here. I can’t say I’d do anything diff’rent if I were in your shoes.” She patted his arm again. “Ursula could pack a bag for you, set things right back at the house…”
Kurt swallowed grimly. He wondered how long he would need to be at his father’s side. A day? More? A week? Two? He should be the one to pack a bag. He needed to say goodbye to the dogs too. He’d have to sort out payment for the veterinarian, and for milking, and the ambulance, and the hospital, and…and… He shook his head. It was too much. Hopeless tears slid down his face again.
Mrs. Pine eyeballed him, lips pursed. She pulled out her cell phone and carefully dialed a number. Kurt barely registered what she was saying but had no time to ask questions before she was on another call.
“You’re coming with me,” she said, sliding her phone into her handbag. Kurt’s mouth dropped open to protest. “Ah buh-buh-buh,” she cut him off. “I’mma drive you back to our place. Ursula’s gonna feed you. Then you’re gonna pack a bag, get those dogs tied up, an’ you can drive yourself right back here.”
Kurt blinked at her owlishly, his mind still racing around in circles. He swallowed again. His mind focusing on the basic tasks she had given him. “Okay.”
“Okay.” Mrs. Pine eased herself to her feet and watched as Kurt brushed the moisture from his cheeks. She reached over the squeezed his hand. “Let your dad know where you’re going. The sooner we leave, the sooner you’ll be back.”
***
Kurt first slept in the uncomfortable excuse for an armchair in the corner of his father’s room. The night nurse promised that she’d find a cot if he wanted to stay on, which of course he did. Only the cot wasn’t any better the second evening, or the third, and by Friday Kurt’s spine ached almost as much as his heavy heart.
He noticed the pitying glances between the nurses when they came to check their patient each morning, changing the catheter bag and sponging his father down. Kurt made way for them to do their job. He moved his chair back from the bed and side stepped out into the cooler corridor.
He was a stranger out here in a beige and mint green wasteland of yawning doorways. He only knew his way past the nurse’s station, down the hall to the elevator, and down six floors to the cafeteria to find bitter coffee and stale sandwiches. Usually he would wait for the nurses to finish - leaning against the wall to straighten the kinks in his back and killing time until the doctor made his rounds. But today, Kurt felt more helpless than he had since the nightmare began.
Kurt shoved his hands in the pockets of his skin tight jeans and began a slow walk to the elevator. Breakfast might lift his mood, although it would only put more pressure on the dome at his waist which had been popping free all morning. He grumbled to himself as he jabbed the down arrow. He definitely needed new clothes - only this time they would need to be for himself, not Kitty.
There was only one problem with that idea. He loathed the thought of leaving the hospital.
He chewed on a nail absentmindedly and stared out the cafeteria window, considering his options. He could try ordering clothes from a website except he didn’t know how to get onto the internet here. He could ask someone but he knew they would tell him to go out and do it, to take a break from the hospital. Maybe they’d have a point. He could go out but…he didn’t know which stores he needed, or where they were in this city, and it would mean leaving his father alone. Kurt touched the mobile phone in the pocket of his dad's flannel shirt that he was wearing. There was only one person he knew in this city.
He hoped that Dr. Cooper would be willing to help.
***
“Shit! Why didn’t you call sooner?” Cooper asked with his arm protectively cradled around Kurt’s shoulders. The teenager shook his head, jumbled words falling out him in a flurry.
“I didn’t know if… Couldn’t… Wasn’t sure…” Kurt gulped in a shaky breath. His shoulders slumped and he buried his face in his hands. “I’m so scared,” he sobbed, leaning against the Cooper’s chest.
Cooper looked over the motionless form of Burt Hummel in the hospital bed and tightened his arms around Kurt. He hugged the boy, rocking them slightly until the tears ran dry. Cooper eyed each machine hooked up to Burt grimly. He wasn’t an expert in coma patients by any stretch of the imagination but his natural optimism had taken a dive, and that was never a good sign.
While Kurt sniffled into a tissue, Cooper checked Burt’s chart to see if his brother was treating the patient. “Dr. Williams?”
“Yeah,” Kurt said while blowing his nose. “He’s good, right? The best? He’s the head of the department so he must be the best. Right?”
Cooper cleared his throat. “Um…” The man was a fossil, and word had it that he was incompetent to boot.
“He certainly has years - decades - of experience. I’m sure he’s doing his best.” He put the chart down and put his hands in his pockets. “But uh, if you want, I could ask another doctor to take a look at his case for you? Just to make sure he’s getting the best care available.”
“You would do that? For me?”
“Of course, Kurt. I want what’s best for you. And getting your dad back on his feet would make you happy right?”
“Yeah,” Kurt said tearing up once more. “It really would.”
“Okay then. I’ll get right on it.” Cooper dug his phone from his pocket. “Say, have you had any decent food this week?” Kurt shrugged noncommittally. “Grab your stuff. There’s a food truck around the corner that you’re gonna love. My treat. Then we can figure out the shopping thing.”
Cooper ducked out to the hallway to give Kurt a moment’s space and to make the call to Blaine about Burt’s case.
“Squirt, hey,” Cooper said to the voicemail service. “Listen, I need a favor. Take a look at Hummel in room uh, 713. He’s been stuck with Williams and I remember what you said about him. I know this guy and uh, well…Take a look at him would ya? I owe you one, man.” Cooper ended the message as Kurt emerged from the room. “C’mon, lemme buy you lunch,” he said once more slinging his arm around the teenager’s shoulders.
***
Time away from the hospital had done wonders for Kurt’s mood. Stocked with a few new t-shirts, hoodies and two pairs of slim fit jeans from JC Penny, he felt like a new man. He’d picked the skinny jeans because of the way Dr. Cooper’s eyes had lit up at seeing how tight his current pants were - practically cutting off circulation to his thighs. At least the new jeans had some give to them, so too did the shirts. Kurt couldn't believe that he’d grown almost three full sizes. He'd changed into the new clothes at the store, and happily stuffed his old outfit into their trash can.
Dr. Cooper said goodbye to Kurt in the elevator with a warm hug, a handful of ass and a wink, promising to visit again in a few days. Kurt watched his new friend set off for rounds on the third floor before the lift doors closed.
The afternoon sun was filtered by the curtains drawn in his father’s room. Kurt sighed at the dreary sight and set his shopping bags down. It was time to freshen the place up.
“Sun’s gorgeous today,” Kurt said to his dad as he hauled the curtains back, blasting sunlight into the room. “Let’s get some fresh air in here.” He pushed open the small window at the bottom of the frame. “I wonder if Mrs. Pine will let me bring in some of her daisies,” Kurt mused aloud.
He set to tidying up his belongings, pulling out the last of the ill-fitting clothes to throw away, and removing the tags off the new items. He folded them carefully and tucked them into his bag. He found a crumpled paper cup and a couple of wrappers from the other night behind his things, which he binned. He took the careless stack of magazines he had accrued from various nurses down to the communal waiting area.
Satisfied, Kurt surveyed the room again unwilling to sit down in his designated armchair. Instead, he packed up his toiletries and wandered down to the nurse’s station to let them know of his change in plans.
“It’ll be good for you, dear. We’ll take good care of him. You get a good night’s sleep. We’ll call if anything changes,” said Susan, an unfamiliar face at the desk. Kurt nodded and headed back to the room.
“I’m going home tonight, daddy," he announced. "I need to check on the farm, and the dogs.” He closed the window and re-drew the curtains to keep the sun off his father’s face. “But I’ll be back tomorrow, and I’ll bring some of Mrs. Pine’s flowers to brighten up the place.” He kissed his father’s cheek and smoothed a hand over his bare head. He looked so much older like this.
“I love you, daddy. See you tomorrow.”
***
“Much longer you think?”
“Two weeks? Maybe more,” Kurt told Mike, the veterinarian. He eyed Finch who was pacing eagerly behind the kennel’s chain link fence. “Everyone keeps saying to take it one day at a time.”
The vet blew out a big breath in sympathy. “If it’s any consolation, the dogs have been doing fine here. They’ve got the run to themselves. I had to take Ken Dvorak’s Afghan out of the main area because these horny boys wouldn’t leave her alone.”
“Oh my! I am so sorry!” Kurt exclaimed with a blush rising to his cheeks.
“Don’t worry ‘bout it. They’re just doing what dogs do. An’ she wasn’t exactly complaining.”
“Well I’ll take them off your hands for the night. Give them a bit of exercise at home,” Kurt said with a shy smile. “Let them get all that pent up energy out of their system.”
“They’ll love that. They’re um, very excited that you’re here.” Mike nodded towards Finch whose cock had unsheathed.
Kurt’s eyes widened. “Oh!” The vet laughed heartily at his squeak of surprise. He pulled back the spring loaded lock and let Kurt into the enclosure, laughing again as Kurt was suddenly engulfed by both enthusiastic giant dogs.
“Looks like you’ve got your hands full. See you tomorrow,” Mike said. He held the door open to allow Kurt to lead the animals out to his waiting truck.
Once the sled dogs were safely ensconced, and Kurt was in the driver’s seat, he spoke sternly to the dogs.
“Sit! Stay! Let me get us home in one piece and then we can play all the games you both want.”
Hunter let out a wuffle in response while Finch shook himself all over. They managed to keep to themselves for most of the thirty minute drive home, only becoming more vocal once they turned in to their long driveway. Kurt pulled the truck to a stop and leaned over to push the passenger door open.
“G’on, out you get. I’ll race you back to the house!” He chuckled when the dogs tumbled out onto the dirt road. He watched them tear off down the drive and followed them, the wheels rolling slowly over the gravel.
Kurt unlocked the front door, pushing it open. He stood there for a moment, taking in the overwhelming silence of the house. Nothing had changed. Not one thing was out of place since the last time he’d been here. It had only been six days. Six. But it had felt like a lifetime ago since the house had any warmth to it.
He walked through the house, opening the back door, walking the path out past the barn to the milking shed. The cows weren’t here of course. He knew they would be grazing in the pasture near the stream, where the grass was lush. Kurt pushed the steel shed’s door open, letting the sunlight in to glint off the silver rails. He nodded to himself in satisfaction. Mrs. Pine’s nephew was keeping the place clean. The concrete floor of the milking parlor practically sparkled in the dazzling sunshine. Kurt took a quick walk around and closed back up. Jake would be here early tomorrow morning for the next session. He wanted to introduce himself and thank him for helping out. There was no way he could have handled this on top of everything at the hospital.
Kurt returned back to the house. He could hear the dogs rampaging through the undergrowth, investigating every new smell they could find. He left them to it, making his way back to the house, putting kibble and fresh water down for them. He took the time to search the cupboards for a snack for himself and a large glass of water also. Kurt put the T.V. on, set up a cushion at the end of the coffee table, and retrieved the still double stuffed pillow from his bedroom. Satisfied that he had all he that would need for the next hour or two, Kurt disrobed and whistled for the sled dogs. He settled on his knees, bent over the coffee table and waited, his toes curling with anticipation.
Moments later, the thwack of the plastic dog door announced the first arrival. A flurry of black and white fur snuffled at Kurt’s face. Finch’s soft pink tongue darted out to lick at his mouth. But the dog didn’t pause; his muzzle rapidly relocating to Kurt’s moistening pussy.
The teasing flick at his entrance had Kurt moaning immediately. He’d been without this all week. Hadn’t even thought about it once with all the drama going on but now…he couldn’t wait to come.
Finch put more pressure on. The ball of his tongue pushed inside to taste the wetness that had begun to ooze from Kurt’s cunt. With a soft grunt, Kurt clenched down gratefully, loving the feeling of having his pussy licked so readily.
He barely took a breath before Finch reared up, trapping him under the dog's huge warm body. Kurt giggled with each clumsy thrust while the dog humped against him. His happy laughter dissolved into a hungry moan as he felt the sticky tip of his dog’s cock unsheathe.
“Yeah, c’mon,” he begged when the sloped tip dipped inside him, testing the angle. “Good doggy. Go-od doggy,” he encouraged. Finch stamped each foot closer, hips thrusting more confidently, his cock driving deeper.
Kurt gurgled with pleasure. His cunt blossomed, taking every inch that the dog could give. He was utterly impatient to be fucked with his dog’s thickening knot. The swelling bulge hammered against his slick pussy. The wet smack gave way to persistent forceful thrusts that pounded the fist sized knot into Kurt’s willing body.
He lost himself in the dizzying rush of pleasure. Light headed and slack jawed, Kurt’s eye’s slid shut as the sensation of warmth flooded his insides. His cunt pulsed around the bulging intrusion, milking Finch of every drop.
Kurt edged himself back, forcing the dog in deeper. He humped himself on Finch’s fat knot, working himself into a frenzy; his lust unquenchable. His toes tingled. He felt himself on the verge of floating, the heat of his body ready to combust. When he came it started along the backs of his thighs. The sensation skidded over his skin like lightning, shorting out his senses until there was nothing but an explosion of pleasure deep in his gut.
He cried out shamelessly.
Finch howled in unison.
Behind them, Hunter paced impatiently.
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It was dark when Kurt woke up to the sounds of clanking. Hunter’s head perked up immediately, recognizing the noise of the gates out back. His tail thumped on the bed.
Kurt's eyes blinked in the gloom while his brain made sense of his surroundings. Home. He wiggled his toes beneath the clean sheets of his bed and thought about what had woken him up. He realized that Jake must be starting to milk.
Kurt yawned but pulled back the bed covers while Finch groaned beside him. He wanted to thank Mrs. Pine’s nephew for his help, and ask how long he could stay on.
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