Night At The Park (Gay Zoo)

By R D. (ssingerr60115@gmail.com)
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He stepped into the baseball dugout and sat on the dusty bench, watching as the last light of sunset gave way to black. He checked his watch. 6:45. He knew the dance when it came to these things, and he had posted all over the internet a special message, spread around every deviant message board and personal ad site and chat room.

Seven PM, at the baseball dugout, clean hole ready.’

He liked to consider himself a slut. Not just a slut, but THE Slut. He wanted people to know, for the reputation to build. If you saw him at a bar, you can bend him over at the mall on a park trail. The Georgia winter was mild, but it still left him to pull his hoodie tight around himself, raising the hood to obscure his face. It wasn’t a matter of shyness; it just added to the anonymous mystique. Whoever these guys pretend she was, whoever they saw in the back of his head, he didn’t care, as long as it meant getting a load.

He rechecked his watch. Seven PM. Showtime. He kicked off his shoes and slid his jeans entirely off, along with his jockstrap. He folded them neatly and set them aside before wriggling his feet back into his boots. It was a conscious decision to leave them entirely off. Keeping your pants around your ankles showed worry and anxiety, a willingness to yank them back up at a moment’s notice. Tonight, he was The Slut, and he did not need to wear anything beyond a warm hoodie and boots.

A car rumbled to a stop nearby. For a moment, the headlines cast beams over the field before switching off. He climbed into position as quick steps crunched through the fallen leaves towards the dugout. The figure of a man inched closer, clearly anxious, likely a married dad on the way home from work. The slut raised one foot to rest on the bench, giving a full view of his hard cock and bare legs.

There was no talking. The Dad fumbles with his belt as the Slut turns, knees on the bench and forearms against the concrete wall. Two rough, calloused hands squeezed his ass as the stubby cock poked and prodded at his hole.

“Got any lube?” the older man rumbled.

The Slut thrust his hips back, swallowing up the cockhead quickly. The Dad let out a hiss through his teeth as he sank to the hilt. Thick and stubby, the perfect starter cock for a long slutty night. He began to fuck in quick staccato thrusts as if intentionally avoiding going balls deep to keep from making any noises. He worked quick, suspended in a smooth back-and-forth with no impact or pull out. The breathless silence broke with a sudden grunt, a twitch, and throb, and the heat of a well-earned load emptying into the slut’s hole.

The Slut didn’t turn to look back. The sound of a clattering belt buckle and quick footsteps was enough. As the footsteps disappeared, another approached. Another man walked into the dugout with a confident stride. He seized both hips and slammed in, and the blunt head of his cock pushed at the slut’s insides. He gave a few clumsy thrusts as the slut rolled his hips, working like a safecracker to line everything up. At last, the awkward top hit his mark, the head pushing hard against that second ring before burrowing balls deep into the slut’s eager hole. The Slut grinned, arms against the wall for balance as he was fucked hard, this fucker taking long deep strokes of his asshole to work him wide open.

The Slut glanced over his shoulder to see more lights and more cars. He clenched down in excitement, starting to buck back. If there were a crowd, he’d need to get this guy off fast to make sure everyone got served. He grits his teeth, riding hard, nearly knocking the stud off his feet as the sound of footsteps grew louder. The top snarled as he felt that first spurt unloaded into the hole when bright flashlights sparked on in the field, a burst of red and blue lights casting long shadows over the rapidly approaching men.

“Fuck, the cops!” the clumsy top shouted, pushing out of the Slut’s hole, leaving his last shot across his back before sprinting out towards the tree line.

The Slut groaned, taking a moment to try to finger the cum back into himself before the reality of the situation set in.

He scrambled to put his clothes back on, working his jock up his body. He stuffed his feet into the jeans but couldn’t get them on while wearing his boots. He would have to abandon them, setting off in a sprint across the field. Flashlights focused in on him as he ran fast, feeling the load dribbling down his thighs as he struggled to keep it clenched in. His foot caught the edge of the pitcher’s mound, sending him into a spill on all fours, knees scraped in the dirt and palms stinging from the impact.

“Don’t move. We have you surrounded!” a voice shouted via bullhorn.

He kept still like the sound of boot and police K9 units approached. The stadium lights burst on, blotting out the night sky under an overwhelming glare, the edge of the stadium still ringed with blinking lights on squad cars and the faint outlines of countless more officers. Three men in uniform and three German Shepherds approached. They yelled to move, but he was already paralyzed with the fear and humiliation, forced to keep that position on his hands and knees, ass in the air.

The yelling grew louder and indistinct, the Slut barely making out someone yelling, “No, grab him, grab his leash!” before the weight crashed down on top of him.

One of the big dogs had gone rogue, tackling his prey, big paws wrapped around his belly. The claws scraped up his skin, leaving red streaks across his thighs, anywhere not covered by that thick hoodie. The dog’s hips humped and poked, sharp cockhead sticking painfully into the Slut’s taint, gliding across his thigh, poking hard into an ass cheek, each accentuated with a little spurt of dog cum.

The footsteps and bouncing flashlights grew urgent as they charged toward the Slut to try to stop. But the Slut knew what to do when a stud was having a hard time hitting the mark. His body moved before his mind could stop himself, arching his back, presenting his hole, lowering his shoulders. In one hard push, the dog was in and rutting fast. The huge black-furred nuts slammed against his own as he pushed deeper and deeper. The knot slipped from the sheath and directly into that slutty hole, starting to swell. The dog raised one forepaw and placed it defiantly on the back of the Slut’s head, pushing his face into the dirt. Even the animal knew he was a proper bitch.

The cops finally caught up with them, shocked and silent as the stud turned to stand ass-to-ass with the whining Slut. Then a faint laugh, spreading and growing between all the seen and unseen men. The three circled up closer, footsteps coming faintly from a distance as more approached. The whirl of flashlights and uniforms left the slut disoriented, only able to focus on the thick knot twisting inside him. The knot shifted around in that loose ass, precious loads of cum from other men leaking out around it before pulling free. The tug sent the Slut into a tumble, landing face-first in the dirt, fighting to clench down tight.

It was less than a minute. With no time to rest, the next dog had taken his position, a slob of drool falling onto the back of the Slut’s neck as he pushed in. The greased hole quickly swallowed up the rutting cock as the stud began to fuck his bitch. The Slut shakily worked his way back up to all fours, back arched, a proper bitch as his new stud mated him. His cock strained painfully hard against his jockstrap.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, the dog stuck into his guts, fighting to get past that second ring. He wriggled and twisted, each poke jabbing painfully as his insides.

The pokes made his body tense, his thighs clench. A rush of shock washed over him as he knew just what the problem was. The dog’s knot pressed against the back of his bladder. His face burned red as he relaxed, overriding all mental training, piss soaking through his jockstrap pouch. The instant he settled, the dog lunged forward the extra few inches to burrow to the hilt, resuming the hard rutting. The Slut spread his knees and continued to keep his lower half relaxed, piss soaking into the dirt as the cops erupted in a chorus of laughter. The second knot was swelling inside him, this one more manageable, his body growing accustomed to his new role.

The Slut kept still as ordered. The big dog tried to make the turn, leg kicking and scraping at the slut’s thighs. He tried to move, tried to guide, the dog growing agitated before finally yanking free. The fat knot at full size ripped from his hole with a sloppy wet pop. The slut buried his face in his sleeves, holding back a yelp as his gaped asshole is exposed, the rush of man and beast cum slopping out of him into the piss-soaked dirt between his legs. The claw scrapes all over his lower back began to sting and burn in the chilly night air.

He made eye contact with the third K9 and just lowered himself. He knew his role. This time, there was no resistance, the slick and spread hole effortlessly welcoming the dog dick. The mutt rutted hard, pounding away as the police officers’ shadowy figures, obscured by their bright flashlights, start to grope their crotches and unbuckle their uniform pants.

“Shit, what about the body cams?” a voice came from the dark.

“Leave em running,” came the reply. “We’ll show this after the station Christmas party!”

The Slut kept his head meekly lowered, recorded from every angle as the third stud successfully made the turn, tail whipping back and forth over the slut’s lower back in excitement. The cops waited cautiously.

“Never seen anything like this,” one whispered. “He’s totally bitched out. By dogs, no less. I heard some guys get their kicks in this park, but goddamn.”

The Slut let out a grunt. His hole had been too gaped and too wet to hold onto the knot for long. The stud stepped forward, easily sliding free. The Slut’s hands reached between his legs to feebly try to keep it all inside, the frothy dog cum squirting out around his fingers as he fought to block his hole. The circle of uniformed men tightened further.

Then another cock, this time unmistakably human, pushed inside the cum sewer of his ruined hole. The Slut tried to clench as the cop knelt behind him, trying to offer some of his lost traction, each push only forcing another squirt of cum onto the uniform pants. The men flogged their cocks, shouting mixed cheers of disgust and encouragement. The Slut posted both hands onto the dirt and raised his shoulders, letting his jaw hang, mouth wet and open.

His vision was quickly obscured by a belt buckle as a cock was pushed into his waiting mouth. He sucked and slobbered, the cop occasionally pulling free to smear the oozing precum around his cheeks. The Slut felt a sudden emptiness, replaced by cock. Was it a new cock? The same cock that had just pulled out? Had the previous top even cum? He was too full and too stretched to even tell, instead of focusing on worshiping the cop skull fucking him into a haze.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” came the grunt from behind him.

“Me too, brother,” said the cop towering above him.

The Slut doubled his efforts, sliding back and lashing his tongue, working his body into overdrive. The two cops raised their voices in snarling lust before unloading simultaneously. Thick loads pumped straight into the slut from both ends. They pulled free, and the Slut collapsed back to the dirt, an object momentarily not in use. He felt something cold and hard against his thigh.

“Hey, boys, boys, cut the lights. I wanna try something.”

The hard object slid upward towards his ruined hole. One by one, the flashlights went out. The stadium lights turned off, for a moment submerging them back into the dark, broken only by the whirling blink of red and blue atop the distant squad cars. The thick object pushed inside him, spreading him wide, as a stinging realization set into the Slut. It was a Maglite. The cop flicked on the switch, the Slut fighting to stay still as the flashlight glowed brightly, sticking halfway out his ass. The crowd erupted in laughter as a boot came down on his back, grinding the treads into his back.

“Hold it in, Slut! Don’t drop that Maglite!”

He tried to clench, but his walls were so sloppy that squeezing threatened to push it out. He pushed his face into the dirt and raised his ass higher and higher. As he tilted upward, he felt the cold metal sinking deeper into him, the beacon of light shining straight out of his ass and up into the night sky.

He fought, nearly standing on his head before his battered and abused body gave out, slumping back down. A hush cut through the dark as the spotlight beam shown down on an approaching man, flanked by a massive beast at his side. The Maglite slipped from the slut’s hole, falling to the ground, returning them to the inky dark.

“Light!” a shout went up.

The stadium lights kicked back on, the horny police now nearly lined up, hands and cocks both in salute. The police dogs sat attentively at their sides, ruby tips poking from their sheaths. The Slut crawled, turning to stare up at the man steadily approaching them. He’s dressed in a well-pressed uniform, chest covered in ribbons and a shining badge. He is the Captain of the police unit. At his side, a King Shepherd obediently stepped in time. The alpha of men and the alpha of beasts had finally arrived at the party.

The Slut kept himself low as the man, at last, stopped to tower over him. The police stayed motionless at attention, save for the occasional long drop of precum falling from a hard cock into the grass. He pulled the gloves carefully from his hands before reaching around to sink a lone finger into that gaped hole. He pumped the finger back and forth before removing it, examining the mix of cum on his fingertip, before sinking the glossy finger into the Slut’s mouth. The Slut eagerly sucked it clean, drinking down the sloppy mix of dog and human cum. He worked tiredly back up to all fours, as close to attention as he could bring himself. Dirt clung to his skin where men and dogs had cum on him before he had wobbled to the ground.

The Captain slid a foot forward. The indication was evident as the Slut dives. For a brief moment, he caught his reflection in the shining toe, abused and smeared with fluids. He kissed the leather, rolling his tongue over the gloss, worshiping the boot of his better. He kept his ass raised as he worked, his filthy face only making more messes the dog laps away.

The Captain snapped, and King Shepherd prowled around. He jumped up on the Slut, nearly pinning him to the ground with his massive weight. Unlike the clumsy bucking of the other dogs, he knew his target and thrust hard, spearing straight into the hole, bigger and more rigid than any cock yet.

All the Slut could taste was cum and leather as he lurched forward. He let out guttural moans and whines, open-mouthed as he tongue worshiped the Captain’s dirty boots, struggling to keep his hole relaxed for the enormous brute of a dog. The beast rammed his massive dick inside that damaged and gaped hole. Even as loose and sloppy as he was, the new dog spread him far wider, returning him to the stinging stretching pain of the night’s very first fuck. The Slut shuddered as he fought to focus on the tongue bath, virgin tight around the swelling knot, only now with an extra sensitive and twitching hole.

He could no longer hold the noises in, a mix of moaning and wailing, sounding no different than an animal as he surrendered to them. The beast was gaping wider, hitting harder, the huge cock pushing deeper and deeper as the softball-sized knot began to swell just past the ring. The Slut felt the world tilt, eyes fluttering in a fight to not pass out.

He could feel this load. He had lost that sensation for a while now. Before, it had just seemed like an endless flow of human and animal cum into his ass, but this enormous police dog earned his title as King Shepherd. That poor beaten ass was flooded with jizz, his stomach gurgling noisily as every inch of negative space inside his body was filled with more and more canine cum. In the moment of stillness, of savoring the divine pulse of dog cum into his body, the Slut let out a garbled yelp as the captain pushed the toe of the boot back into his mouth, past his teeth, forcing him to suckle on the leather, muffling all screams and moans.

Worship. All he could do was worship these new gods. All other thoughts had long since melted away, totally removed as he returned to sucking and kissing and drooling over the shining leather boot before looking up, face smeared in cum and dirt and drool. The Captain unzipped his uniform pants. It was a massive uncut slap of meat, totally hard with a slight upward curve. Even at full hardness, the bit of skin at the head drooped down. He peeled back his skin, evoking a fat glob of precum to well at the tip before falling on the Slut’s forehead.

Blessed and anointed by God himself. He grabbed the Slut by the throat and raised his shoulders. The Slut struggled to move carefully, not wanting to disturb the dog lodged inside him. King Shepherd made no effort to turn, still bucking, still cumming. The Captain guided the Slut upward and placed that huge cock at his puffy lips and pushed inside, at last, joining his canine companion in abusing a bitch together.

Spitroasted by both man and beast, two enormous dominant and superior cocks ruining his holes. The Captained pushed down his throat and fucked his mouth furiously as a thick thatch of pubes rammed up against his nostrils. The dog behind still furiously humped even while knotted, causing the tired and stretched hole to twitch in protest.

The Slut clenched tight as he could, not even thinking about oxygen as his airway blocks from more dick, just trying to loosen his throat for the man and keep his ass snug for the beast. His stomach wobbled, guts rearranged, and cum sloshing around inside him, all just barely corked behind the massive knot.

The Captain spits into the Slut’s face, a smear of saliva that he would wear with pride. His balls swung, colliding with the Slut’s chin on every thrust. The Slut’s lips pursed, feeling the skin sliding back, rewarding him with a spurt of precum too deep for him to taste but that he could still feel trickling down the back of his throat. The Captain let out a roar as he unloaded, forcing the head into the throat to deny the slut the taste of his cum, only serving to use him for relief. Two masters, filling him with their loads from both ends.

The Captain pulled free with a wet pop. The shepherd began to pull back in time with his master.

“Oh no,” whined the slut, his only words of protest in the whole ordeal.

The Captain raised a hand, issuing a command to them both.

“Come.”

The massive knot twisted and shifted around the Slut. The men broke ranks, coming closer to watch, the Maglites bursting on to blind the Slut, making sure every inch would be well lit for the grand finale. The Slut’s hole flared impossibly wide as the knot dislodged from him, pressurized squirts of cum shooting from around it before it yanked free at last. The slut let
out a howl as cum gushed from him, pouring like a broken faucet into the dirt below. His cock unloaded, firing hands-free, too overcome from the lust to resist as he shuddered in orgasm.

The proud stud returned to his master’s side, sitting with his cock fully on display out of his sheath. The Captain let out a sigh as he aimed the fat cock towards the still shuddering Slut. Hot piss rushed from his cock, spraying across the Slut’s body, cleaning a streak through the dirty skin. The men circled uptight, piss spraying from countless cocks in all directions, faces still hidden in the darkness above the ring of flashlights, the men coming together to hose the Slut down. The Slut raised his face and opened his mouth, offering every target, his ruined hole, his waiting mouth, and his filthy body, every target ready and willing. One by one, the streams tapered off, some leaning in to smear the final drops on that extended tongue.

As the men returned to their orderly lines, the Captain remained the last looming over the slut. He tucked his cock back into his pants and rumbled and raised a hand in a signal, the cops quickly returning to their cars.

“Let’s just say, son,” the Captain grunted as he turned to leave, massive beast flanking his side, “that we’re letting you off with a warning.”

The stadium lights cut out, leaving the piss-soaked, cum filled, ass gaped slut to stare up into the stars.

 

The End.

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*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. Just remember, even with the limited editing we do, it doesn’t always mean the flaws in a story are always fixed.

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