XXX Fiction

There was nothin’ that special about him, really, and to tell you the truth, I
was going to ignore him and leave him to some other pervert. But it’d been
a while since I’d broken in some “fresh out the closet” pussy, and thinking
about traumatizing another cherry with my dick started to sound like fun.
I was going to be his first. Every time he thought about how (and to who) he
lost his virginity, Lil old me was going to pop into his head. Chances
were, if he was thinking about me, then he was going to start thinking about
all the fucked up shit I’d have made him do. That always got my dick
hard. Little Ryan had no idea what he was getting himself into.

So, long story short, we message for a bit. I send over the usual
complements, he tells me he’s nervous blah blah blah. The usual bullshit
you have to sit through on the apps before he can sink your cock
into something, give them plenty of compliments, convince them you’re not a
psycho, etc. After jumping through the little bitch’s hoops, it doesn’t
take long before he finally plucks up the courage to invite me over.

This was going to be fun.

I park outside “his place,” his parents, and see they’re home.
Little fucker should’ve told me.
This kid planned on sneaking me in the back door, inviting a stranger into
his folk’s house while they sat in the living room. Ryan was either brave
or fucking stupid. Didn’t change anything; he was going to get the
life fucked out of him, parents downstairs or not. I was going to
make him regret it, though.

Ryan meets me outside, mincing towards my truck, clearly anxious but
excited. He’s in a light button shirt and a pair of small gym shorts that
he fills out nicely in the back… but not the front.

There it was; Ryan had your typical faggot anatomy: a big, gorgeous, and
“born to be bred” ass and a sad little baby dick around the front. I swear
boys like this are built to attract men like me. Their bodies just know,
like all their hormones are focused on giving them a nice ass and a pretty
cunt to attract a male or something.

Maybe that’s why faggot “cocks” are always so puny? It’s in their fuckin’
DNA. Growing a real dick is just pissing in the wind. Not like they’ll
ever use it and fuck anything anyway, right? What’s that word
again… vestigial? Anyway, I knew there was a reason I wanted to meet
this fag; that first message pinged my “faggot radar.”

He greets me with a blush and a whisper before taking my hand, guiding
me out of my truck on delicate tippytoes and pulling me towards the
side door of the house. He was going to do this. You gotta love the
enthusiasm, but he’s not helping my “this kid is stupid as fuck”
first-impression.

We enter the hallway, and I can hear his folks watching TV towards the
other end, the light of whatever garbage they’re watching spilling past
the doorway towards us. He’s obviously trying to sneak around,
showing off how light and slow he’s stepping. Cute. I feigned
ignorance, stomping my way up the hallway stairs and clearing my throat a
few times to watch the kid cringe and flinch, conscious of his folks
hearing us but not enough to have the balls to silence me.

It didn’t matter anyway; I was going to have him screaming at the end of my
cock in the next 60 seconds.

We reach Ryan’s room, and he shuffles the both of us inside before closing
the door quickly, closing it in practiced silence. The boy’s room wasn’t
particularly big, the double bed and desk taking up much of the floor’s
real estate. The walls were plastered with posters of female pop-stars,
movies I hadn’t seen and other pop culture crap, the usual faggot decor.
A strip of condoms and a little bottle of lube lay in the middle of his
bed, placed oh-so-neatly for the occasion. Cute. Use a condom? Yeah, no.
If I was gonna break in this kid’s cunt, I was gonna breed it too.
Whether he liked it or not.

Honestly, I probably would’ve used a bit of lube, I’m not a total
bastard. But since the little shit forget to mention that his fuckin’
parents were gonna be home, he was gonna do without. I was gonna fuck him
raw, fuck him hard and fuck him full of my kids. Only thing getting me
off nowadays was tight, bare pussy anyway.

I sit down onto the edge of his bed, calm and comfortable, drinking in
Ryan’s curves. He stands on the rug at the centre of the room, blushing
under my gaze and unsure of what to do with himself, only his fingers
anxiously picking and worrying at each other. I beckon him with my
forefinger, curling it towards myself before pointing at the space
between my shoes, a wordless command. He steps up to me and I realise
that we’re finally at eye level with each other. Such a small, fragile
wee thing.

“Lose the shirt.” I say, breaking my silence.

He starts immediately, anxious fingers working the buttons from the top
while I start to unbutton from below. Our digits meet over his abdomen
and he quickly wriggles his shoulders free of his shirt, letting it slide
down his arms to the rug underfoot. I pinch the hem of his shorts,
sliding them painfully slowly down his thighs. Ryan’s breath hitches as I
pull at the fabric and begin to expose the skin pale skin underneath. The
bitch looks like he’s about to cum already.

I yank the shorts to the floor, finally stripping the boy to nothing and
chuckle as I get a good look at his crotch. Most faggots I’ve met have
been able to get “erect” so to speak, or as much as two inches of
underwhelming clit can get. This bitch couldn’t even get it up he was so
nervous, not there was much to “get up” mind you, little cocklet
couldn’t have been much more than an inch. Not the smallest I’d seen but
it wasn’t far behind. Ryan could definitely tell I was laughing at it,
ironically shrivelling him up even more. Poor faggot.

“God damn, that’s rough kid. How much you workin’ with down there?” I
jab, poking at his insecurity.

He squirms under my question. “I… I don’t know, about 3 inches?
M-maybe four? My dad says you can’t measure a man’s worth by how big his
dick is…” He tapered off.

I let him stew in the silence for a beat.

“Sounds like your old man’s got a shrimp dick too huh” I smirk. “And
Ryan… Four inches? Really buddy?” I say, condescension woven into my
face.

I find my zipper and fish out all 10 inches of my fat, uncut cock. It was
all for him. I watch the kid freeze, his faggot brain trying to drink in
my size. His jaw falls slack and his eyes dilate at the overwhelming
difference between our equipment.

“This is a real dick Ryan.” I line it up next to the limp little excuse
between his legs and press the tip to his pelvis. “See kiddo? Your little
peepee is shorter than my helmet, isn’t that funny?” I say, trying to
sound light-hearted. As much as I’d love to, it’s too early to get verbal
and too mean about his clitty, don’t want to scare the little runt away,
do I?

“Aww it’s so cute, Ryan.” I tease, lightly slapping and rubbing my cock
against his sad little pecker. The boy squirms and groans a little as I
use my cock to worry and fiddle with his clit.

“It’s too… t-too big.” He stutters, staring at my length. “It won’t
fit.”

“I’ll make it fit, baby” I cut him off. I place my palm on the top of his
head, guiding him to his knees, his eyes never leaving my cock. Between
my legs, with 10 inches of hard cock up his cheek, he looks perfect. His
natural habitat.

“Can you smell that, boy?” I ask, calm and affectionately. “Go on, sniff
up my cock baby. What do you think?”

Ryan does so, slowly and cautiously at first before gaining confidence,
until he’s sliding his nose up and down my length like massive cigar. I
watch his eyes roll back and a whimper escape his lips. A natural
cockslut this one, bitch is snuffling up my prick like a little piggy.
God damn, this one might even be worth keeping around after this. Could
break his mind and not just his cherry. I’d only need a couple weeks to
train, punish and maybe blackmail him a little and I could rent this
faggot’s holes out to any cock in town… and I do mean ANY and ALL
cocks.

I whistled at the boy between my legs, drawing his attention away from
his pathetic snuffling and cradling his chin between my thumb and finger.

“Up.” I instruct, guiding him by the chin. He gets up on shaky legs,
standing and blushing in front of me, eyes locked onto mine. His baby
dick looks a little plumper than before, this little cock sniffer is
definitely horny now. The kid is drooling precum like a faucet too, a
clear string of the stuff dribbling out the tip of his cocklet and
latching to his thigh. Think he’s ready.

I pull him to the bed and he lets out a cute little whimper, his face
still flushed, beet red with embarrassment. His legs draw up as he
topples onto the mattress, knees bent and pulled to his chest;
instinctively presenting his hole like the pure-bred faggot he is. I
close the space between us, kneeling between his legs and nestling my
pelvis against his. I flop my dick between his legs, letting it fall into
the crook between his thigh and his groin, dwarfing his sad little clitty
once again and pressing my heavy balls against that warm little hole.

It was baffling honestly, like the tip of your pinky trying to compete
with your forearm. Kid may as well have been a different species
altogether. With my thumb and forefinger, I pinch his little cocklet,
squeezing the teeny tip and forcing a high-pitched yelp from his lips.

“A-Ah! Please stop…I don’t like that…I’m…It’s too sensitive” He
squeals, chewing his top lip but unable to hide his arousal.

I ignore him, keeping his clit in the vice between my digits. I pull my
hips back, dragging my leaking cock down his groin. I grip the base of my
shaft with my free hand, introducing the blunt tip of my cock to the
boy’s hole. I let a thick wad of spit fall from my lips, landing on my
cockhead and dripping over the boy’s rim. I give his clit another hard
pinch, eliciting a pitiful whine before I push forward, testing the
resistance of his unsullied slot.

“W-wait! The lube… the con-” I cut the boy off as I crush his clitty in
my thumb again. The pain jolts through him and I feel his pussy tighten
from the pain, his cunt clamping shut in defence from the pain. At that
moment, I pressed my cock into him, using my whole body weight to force
my fat, blunt weapon into his body. I groan as I sink my massive prick
into the gorilla-grip of the boy’s cunt, all the way to the base. It
feels like the kid’s pussy is trying to strangle my fucking dick, trying
to crush it inside the hot folds of a quivering, velvet vice. Shit. Maybe
I am total bastard.

The kid’s biting down on his fist, squealing and crying as he tries not
to thrash against my brutal penetration. My girth is probably close to
actually splitting him open, the lack of lube and lack of prep was gonna
be tough but forcing myself into that tense, gripping pussy could’ve
broken him. Oh well, in for penny…

“Grippin’ my cock like a good girl, ain’t ya?” I coo, pulling out
slowly.”This what you wanted right? Got a big ol’ dick taking your
virginity now, haven’t you, baby?”

I tug my cock from the boy’s hole, too fast, too rough. A wet pop echos
through the room as I fully withdraw and I watch the puffy folds of his
cunt clamp gratefully around thin air. I release my grip on his puny
cock, finally allowing the poor nub some reprieve. The boy is sobbing,
vocalising the duality of pain and pleasure I’m inflicting on him. Kid
is a total mess, his swollen cocklet and raw, red pussy sending mixed
messages to his brain.

The kid’s legs are shaking somethin’ fierce already, like his body
can’t decide whether to open up, submit like the cocksleeve he is, or
protect what little dignity he has left. I’m not gonna give him the
choice. Kid’s break is over. I take up his tiny faggot nuts into my
fist, squeezing tightly, tugging them away from his groin. He squeals,
toes curling as I grip his sack, leveraging the hold I have over his
balls to drag him back onto cock.

I don’t warn him, just push; spearing my fat prick back inside him,
breaching his hole in a single thrust. I’ve no more inches to give,
hilted to the fucking base. He can’t help but squeeze that warm, bare
pussy down around my length, trying in vain to control the speed of this
fuck. He either gives up on being quiet or my cock is literally fucking
him stupid. He groans and sobs and screams, the sound of slapping skin
and squelching cunt echoing off the walls. Pretty sure Mom & Dad will be
coming up upstairs before long, kinda hard to ignore the sound of a 10
inch cock splitting your little baby boy open.

I’m rutting into this boy’s hole. Hard. I can only imagine the regret
the little fag must be feeling right about now, asking me of all people
to take his V. Kid couldn’t have found a rougher fuck if he’d tried. I
hear someone padding upstairs and I grin with anticipation, can’t wait
for Mommy or Daddy to see me raping their kid’s hole. My vice on the
kid’s nuts tightens and I fuck him like an animal, drilling his hole
like it’s the last piece of pussy on earth.

Ryan is a blubbering mess on the end of my cock, his legs spread, hands
pulling apart his cheeks in complete submission to my aggression. I can
see he’s about to cum, his little nub leaking clear fluid and his pussy
squeezing rhythmically around my cock, massaging and squeezing the veins
up my shaft.

His bedroom door finally creaks open, and who else but dear old Dad peeps
his head round the door. He freezes on the spot. Eyes wide and jaw slack
as he breathes in the scent of our fuck (like father like son), inhaling
the scent of his baby boy getting his pussy trashed. Ryan gasps as he
notices Papa in the doorway, shamefully meeting his gaze while his cunt
is stuffed with cock. I tug and twist the kids nuts once more and slam my
prick home, my own nuts slapping loudly against his ass as I send him
over the edge in front of his old man.

He screams as he cums, pussy contracting around my cock as his useless
clit flops limply, spasming and dribbling his pathetic load onto his
belly. The boy’s cunt clenches and releases violently, little fucker is
about to make me cum. I’m growling and grunting by the time I start to
nut, shooting thick ropes of ballslop into the warm velvet of Ryan’s
clutching little hole.

The kid mewls at the sensation of being filled, whining like a bitch in
heat as I flood his guts. The clitty between his legs is still to
spasming pathetically, weak faggot seed dribbling out his puny cocklet
with each contraction of his pussy.

Ryan’s Dad is stood paralysed in the doorway, watching as his kid’s
hole is bred for the first time, stone still at the defilement of his
boy. I lock eyes with the man, I could tell he wanted to intervene, but
we both knew he wasn’t going to do shit. I tug my cock free, a fat strand
of cum trailing from my cockhead to Ryan’s bruised little pussy. The
kid’s hole squelches as my load seeps out his now obscene looking cunt,
farting out my nut onto his childhood mattress.

His shrimp-dick Dad finally plucks up the courage to meet my gaze, but
not for long. I push two digits into his son’s wrecked little slot,
letting fat globs of cum seep onto my fingers before carefully hovering
the muck towards his son’s lips. Ryan grimaces as I wave the smelly,
steaming cum under his nose, but he caves nonetheless and sucks my
fingers in, content to let me spoon-feed him the cunt-slop he’s shitting
from his hole.

“That’s a good girl.” I coo softly to Ryan, eyes still fixed towards
his Father. The brat’s old man looks away, down at his feet. Pathetic. I
whistle through my teeth, regaining the man’s attention the same way I
did his boy. I want him to see this. I press my digits back into his son,
feeling that pussy writhe and squirt more lukewarm cum-slop onto my
fingers, still overflowing with my chunky load.

Retracting my hand, I hovered another pool of seed over to the kid’s
maw. The boy doesn’t hesitate this time, opening his mouth wide, tongue
resting on his bottom lip, a faggot wordlessly begging for his next meal.
I let it plop and drip stringily onto his tongue, watching him slip his
tongue back behind his lips and chew it up before gulping it down.

He finishes his second helping before opening his mouth once again for
thirds. Real greedy faggot this one. I offer him my hand, still dripping
with his leftovers, letting him suckle my mucky digits clean and lap up
stray morsels. Bitch is fucking cum-drunk.

I turn back to Ryan’s father, still frozen, shellshocked, in the
doorway. Guy still couldn’t look me in the eye, no wonder his kid is so
submissive. Looks like the guy’s having nightmares about this already. To
be fair, watching your kid getting violently barebacked by a guy twice
his age and twice his size must be pretty rough. Seeing your son’s
little nub squirting handsfree on the end of a fat, veiny club of cock is
also pretty rough. Watching the owner of said cock, rage-fuck a load into
your kid’s pussy and then spoon-feed it to them like baby food is about
as rough as it gets.

I don’t say anything to him. Just nod to the hallway, dismissing him
from his own kid’s room. He takes the hint, turning tail and closing the
door behind him. Fucking cuck just gave me the green light to keep raping
his child. Father of the year right there. Don’t matter, only Daddy that
Ryan needs is right here.

Speaking of which, the bitch is out like a light. All tuckered out after
his first fuck, and what a fuck it was. I leave him there, half undressed
on his sopping mattress; his hole trashed and a painful looking shade of
red, raw and swollen. Faggot ain’t gonna sit right for a week. My cock
is still messy and sticky from our fuck, covered in cum and his cunt
slime. I lift my new rag by the hair, barely stirring from his sleep as I
wipe my cock clean on his face.

I stuff my hog back in my pants and zip up, sparing the kid one last
glance before flicking the lights off and stomping down the stairs. Loud
enough for Papa to cringe and flinch at the noise at least. Leaving
through the front door this time, I jump back into my truck and let the
kid’s house grow smaller in my rear-view mirror.

This wasn’t the last time he was gonna see me, no way. Unfortunately for
Ryan, I’d taken an interest in him. I was gonna break his pussy and break
his mind. Fuck. I was gonna whore this little bitch out, big time. A
purebred faggot like this can make bank if you do it right, and I was
gonna get my fuckin’ money’s worth.

I could turn Ryan into a rent boy and a pornstar by the end of the week,
no problem. But if I was gonna properly turn this kid’s pussy out, I was
gonna go nuclear. Real hardcore shit. Real big money.

I had some phone calls to make.

Bill could definitely hook me up with what I had in mind. The little
brat could do with some practise and a few “play dates” with Bill’s
boys; they were just gonna love Ryan. The whole pack.

Over the next few weeks, I was gonna turn this kid’s house into a fucked
up little porn studio. His old man was gonna let me too, no doubt.

That boy better pray he’s not allergic to dog dick.

*****

So it’s been about a week since my last update, right? To tell you the
truth I’ve spent most of that time up the lad’s hole. The boy’s pussy
is just so fuckin’ greedy, still a tight and twitchy little thing
despite how rough I like to play with it. I’m telling you this kid’s
hole bounces right back, tightens up by the time I see him next, like I
get to pop his cherry over and over again.

I’ve invited myself over to Ryan’s probably close to a dozen times
since my first visit. Front door. No knock. Just a quick wink to his old
man in the front-room before stomping up the stairs and having another go
at loudly ruining the kid’s cunt.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t getting off on it, torturing his old
man, I mean. It’s like a two-for-one on that special kinda kinky, kinda
fucked up brand of sadism I’m into.

Sat there in his LazyBoy, letting it happen, listening to the shitty Ikea
bed-frame he’d assembled slam against the drywall upstairs, the strain
and creak of the cheap boxspring fighting for its life. The silent
screams and muffled moans of his pillow-biting boy drowning out his
reruns of NCIS. Listening to that horrid rhythm, the unmistakable sound
of his only son’s hole squelching and squeezing around some stranger’s
dick; pussy bruised and raped raw.

Listen, I’m not an easy fuck at the best of times, for men, women and
especially not fags. But there is something about his “pop” being
downstairs that’s got me ripping up this boy’s hole. I’m fuckin’ him
real mean and real rough like. Something about the guy being in earshot,
ya know?

Went the extra mile last week though, made sure “Dad” can smell what
I’m doing to his kid now. First chance I got, I had Ryan squatting over
dear-old-dad’s LazyBoy, making him shit out that night’s loads onto the
seat. I helped the boy stay balanced of course. Nothing like a firm grip
on a teen fag’s tits to keep him steady, eh?

Turns out the lad’s chest is fucking hardwired to his pussy. Before I
knew it, he was mewling like a cheap whore, whimpering and squeaking in
that way all faggots do when you’re pinching their tits. Hand to god,
the kid started having fucking pussygasms when I tugged `em nice and
hard.

The boy was in total ecstasy getting his nubs tortured, literally going
fuckin’ cross-eyed and throwing his head back. I lean over him, getting
a good view of his hole winking and shitting out my nut before bullying
the faggot’s udders with another angry pluck. He whines through his
teeth, sinks them into his bottom lip before those puffy cunt lips begin
to twitch and, I shit you not, he start squirting my load up that
LazyBoy’s backrest.

This kid was having a legit pussygasm from just his titties getting
bullied. Thought I’d broken the poor fag at first, until I clocked his
cunt quivering. I gave those sensitive buds another nasty fuckin’ tug
and watched that puffy hole flutter and hiccup my muck all over the
upholstery. Couldn’t fuckin’ believe it.

From what I could see, each wave of pleasure throbbing through Ryan’s
cunt was totally involuntary. Each pulse got his pussy twitching, then
spasming into really intense contractions; clamping down and convulsing
like fuck. Faggot was probably having the time of his life. So basically,
if you push his buttons hard enough and you can get his cunt cramping,
have him squirting like a good little girl. Pretty neat huh? Explains how
his hole was spraying out cum slop like a feral cat too.

The brat’s hole relaxes soon after, squelching noisily and pushing out a
couple more ounces of cock slime. He unclenches his twat and the cycle
repeats, ready for the next pussy-wave. It’s not every day you get to
see how a primo-faggot gets his nut. I felt like I was studying him, it
was genuinely fascinating (and entertaining) to observe how his inferior
little body and over-fucked cunt looped and behaved.

I’d spent the last 3-4 hours impregnating this slut, fucker might as
well have been a sperm bank the way I was dumping my kids in him. Now I
was watching him give it all back. Plastering his papa’s LazyBoy and
stinking up the front-room.

I didn’t let go of the lad’s chest mind you. I yanked, milked and
crushed his tits between my finger and thumb, even dug my nail in til
they were red and raw. I was gonna throttle as many cuntgasms outta those
tit-clits as I could.

His body didn’t stop shuddering and he eventually collapsed into me, his
wrecked little slot still gurgling and contracting; queefing up the seed
I’d not long fucked into his guts. I drank in the view, savoring the
image of this pretty faggot’s slit belching up my batter, splashing
chunky portions up the recliner’s backrest. I can’t help but chuckle as
I watch it ooze from his cunt lips, plopping fatly into the fabric below.

I’d never seen anything like it. This slutty fucking tit-pig was gonna
regret me finding this. If he doesn’t already. The micro-clit between his
legs was like a little leaking bullet as usual, a new string of worthless
pre-cum dribbling down the front of the chair with every vicious tweak of
his swollen tits.

I don’t stop. Even when I know he’s expelled every last drop of my nut
and his hole farts and gurgles emptily. I have another Kodak moment with
that fat-lipped cunt, watching them slip and froth over one another,
blowing and popping bubbles of rancid cum.

I only let go of his titties once I’m sure the lad was out cold. I tip
him back to get a look at his chest and actually wince a little. The
usual pink nubbins on his chest are gone, replaced by a pair of swollen
and angry-looking bulbs; almost as big as his clit funnily enough. I was
pretty rough tonight, hope the poor slut doesn’t need to wear a shirt
anytime soon, they’re gonna be pretty delicate for a while.

Who am I kidding, after today I’m gonna be working the fuck outta these
tits. Gonna get the fag pumping these fuckers on the daily, get `em fat
enough to sink your teeth into. I’ll have to find him some jewellery
too, nothing increases sensitivity like a fresh piercing, right?

I pick Ryan up, looking down at the sopping mess we’d left in the
front-room. Talk about overkill. Ryan had soaked his pop’s recliner,
practically painted the damn thing; pretty sure he’d pushed out a few
pints in total. I was grinning ear to ear as I watched that stinking cum
seep into the upholstery, cock was fattening up in my jeans.

Your old man is gonna take a big whiff of this tomorrow,” I said,
talking to the unconscious boy over my shoulder. “Shame the poor
bastards gotta breath in our fuck fumes, eh boy? Must be weird knowing
what your son’s pussy smells like” I grin, leaving the man’s LazyBoy
to absorb his son’s cunt slurry.

I dump the bitch in his room upstairs, kiddie is gonna need all the sleep
he can get. Won’t be long now before Ryan learns how far I’m willing to
degrade him.

Unfortunately for him, Bill gave me the thumbs up to borrow “Herido”
this weekend. Was a mean son of a bitch, apparently. Either way, Ryan was
gonna learn to pussygasm on that mutt’s knot whether he wanted to or
not.

Before the week was out, Bill and I were gonna get her cunt cramping nice
and tight `round some canine cock, and give her old man a front row
seat.

*****

Today was gonna be a doozy. Days like these always are. I was about to
change Ryan’s life forever, there’s no going back for pussyboys like
him, not once you’ve had a fat dog cock up your hole.

It’s pretty crazy if you think about it; I’d given him his first fuck
less than a month ago. Kid’s pussy was barely broken in and I was
already throwing it to the wolves, so to speak. It was fuckin’ cruel
but, in my defense… he IS a total faggot.

Honestly, I’m just glad I found `em first. If I hadn’t, one of the
guys from Bill’s bar would’ve. Ryan was gonna end up a dogslut no
matter what. All roads lead to The Smokeroom, I guess.

I’m sat in my truck, parked up outside the boy’s place. Bill and his
mutt should be pulling up any moment. I jump out and lean patiently
against the side of the truck, warming my shoulders in the midday sun. It
was a gorgeous day, a real scorcher too. Shit, we might have to get Ryan
knotted up in the garden, nice day for it.

I spot Bill’s truck rolling up the street, giving him a nod as he parks
across the boy’s driveway. Punctual as always. The burly barkeep kills
the engine and steps out to greet me.

“How’s it goin’ man?” He says, extending his hand. “This your
bitch’s place?”

I take it, greeting him with a friendly but firm handshake. Bill and I
were buddies, both of us pervy motherfuckers (obviously) and excited to
get started. But we were both here on business, as well as pleasure. If
Ryan was gonna start making us some money, the little squirt had to pass
“Dogcunt Training 101”.

“Yup, this is it.”

Bill nods, looking at the modest house in front of us. “His folks
home?” He says, gesturing to his parent’s shitty hatchback in the
driveway.

“His old man is, yeah. Ain’t gonna be a problem though.” I say,
shaking my head.

Bill’s lifts an eyebrow, interest piqued.

“You know the type. Stereotypical cuck.” I wave, dismissively.
“Coward watched me breed his 18yo son, just fucking stood there. Not
a peep.”

His other brow followed, lifting in disbelief.

“For real, I was fucking his kid’s pussy rough and raw, bitch was
screaming bloody murder on the end of my dick,” I say, chubbing up at
the memory. “Useless cuck didn’t step in then. Sure as shit ain’t
gonna step in now.”

“You’re a mean bastard, ya know that?” Bill chuckled, shaking his
head. The man’s cock had fattened up in his jeans, same as mine. He
readjusted his bulge, an approving gesturing from one mean bastard to
another.

Bill turns to his truck, opening up the passenger side door. He pauses
briefly, raising the palm of his hand to what I assume is the Great Dane
in the backseat. He clicks his cheek. Two quick snaps. Granting
permission for Ryan’s stud to barrel out of the vehicle. Four heavy paws
slap onto the sidewalk, nails clicking against the concrete as Herido
leaps from Bill’s truck.

The mutt actually gives me a fright.

This was the first time I’d seen Herido up close, having only seen the
big brute from the back of Bill’s bar; fucking the life out of some
twink, I guess. I could tell he was monster from where I sat, even from
my booth, but I hadn’t realised how massive this creature was until now.

Herido was a tall mass of veiny muscle and anger stitched into greasy,
coal-black fur. Not a particularly friendly pup if the muzzle strapped to
his face was anything to go by. Typical Dane though if you ignored his
size, massive maw dripping endlessly with doggy drool, dark floppy jowls
hiding rows of jagged, yellowed teeth. As long as he wasn’t snarling.

“Jesus Christ, Bill. Was he always this big?” I laugh, a little
spooked.

Bill smiles, grabbing the beast by the collar and turning him to the
side, displaying his flank.

“Big fella, ain’t he?” Bill smirked.

It wasn’t a question. He nods down, gesturing towards the Dane’s
hindquarters. I slide my gaze from his head, down battle-scared shoulders
and across the greasy coat of black to his haunches; to the canine’s
equipment.

“No fuckin’ way,” I say aloud, gawping at the insanity between
Herido’s legs.

Herido’s sex was fucking biblical. His sheath was enormous, swinging low
and side-to-side as he panted. It looked almost uncomfortably tight, the
veiny skin stretching taut; like it was never designed to support the
weight of such a heavy cock.

Bastard wasn’t even hard and already dwarfed my 10 inches. This monster
must have an absolute nightmare lurking in that greasy sheath; an absurd
amount of dog dick. Two fat cum tanks hung lazily between his legs,
bloated, stinking softballs; heavy with Ryan’s lunch. The large sack was
smooth, a thin layer of sweat making it shine like black leather.

Each nut was obese and vascular, chubby veins webbing and splintering up
them both. You could actually see `em pulse. Working overtime to churn
up more foul slop, fat balls boiling over with chunky canine cum.

“Oh, man…” I exhale, scratching the back of my head. “He’s gonna
break her cunt, isn’t he?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.”

The three of us amble up the driveway and I let Bill and his loyal stud
into the house, inviting the two monsters across the threshold. I thought
about the memories Ryan and his family probably had within these walls,
how comfortable and safe he must feel here. I was itching to taint them,
to stain the walls and drown those memories in canine filth.

I hear the shuffling of movement from the living room, the sound of
someone too gutless to confront the strangers barging their way into his
home. Ryan’s dad of course. Bill points a thumb at the source of the
noise and I turn my nose up, waving away his concerns.

He shrugs before turning to his pet.

“Stay.” Bill commands.

The massive canine sits obediently, planting himself by the door like a
sentry. No escape. I lead on, padding down the hall and bringing Bill up
the stairs to Ryan’s room. I ignore the old man for the time being,
I’ll be seeing him soon enough.

I don’t bother knocking. Privacy is something this bitch is no longer
entitled to. I shoulder the door open and it swings wide, slamming
against the wall. Ryan nearly jumps out of his skin, his earphones
silencing our approach. He’s on his back, legs spread and holding his
phone up in one hand while, unfortunately, the other fiddles with his
dicklet. He squeaks as he rips the buds out of his ears and scrambles to
push himself upright; the sound of porn chirping tinnily from his
phone’s speakers.

His face is flushed, a look of confusion and shock on his face which only
relaxes when he recognises me. Or at least until he sees my face. I’m
chewing wasps at him as Bill and I approach.

“The fuck is this?”

Ryan squirms as he starts to get nervous, rapidly filling with guilt and
regret for touching his nub. He doesn’t bother to cover up, to pretend
he wasn’t. He knows better than to play with that pink thimble between
his legs. Bitch can barely make eye-contact with me.

I was going to ease him into this. Get him warmed up and give Bill a few
turns loosening up his pussy for Herido. But not now. I’d been pretty
fucking clear with this kid: use it and lose it. God knows how many times
he’d played with it, squirted his faggot nut behind my back. Pissed me
off just thinking about it.

Fuck the warm-up.

I stamp up to him and he tries to shuffle away, pressing himself into the
wall beside his bed and probably praying to fall through it. To escape.

He doesn’t.

I lunge at him, grabbing a handful of thick blonde hair. The fag squeals
as I lift him up by the scalp and start to clap him across the face. Half
a dozen good licks across his left cheek, eyes welling with tears and
lips quivering, painfully stunned into silence.

I pull at his roots and manipulate him off the bed before marching out
of the room; dragging the kicking and screaming slut by the hair. I stomp
down the stairs with the boy in my clutches. I’m about ready to get his
dog-rape started.

He claws at my hands as I haul him to the ground floor, the kid’s Dad
rising to his feet as I throw him to the center of the living room. This
man is finally witnessing my violence firsthand, yet he still stammers,
speechless and unsure. His brow creases, his hands out ready to protest,
but they fall short and drop uselessly by his side all the same.

I snap my head in his direction.

“Got something to say?” I bark.

Ryan’s old man was trembling, shaking like a fucking leaf. His eyes fall
to the floor as he wordlessly backs down. I spit at the floor by his
feet, scoffing. That’s what I thought.

I see him worriedly eyeing his son, now crumpled and sobbing on the
carpet and massaging the pain out the top of his head. I want to punish
this kid a bit more before his fuck, and I wanted this useless bastard
involved. Fuck knows what this father/son dynamic had become since I
entered the picture, it didn’t matter really, I was about to fuck it up
forever. I wanted to make sure this stupid cuck was an accessory to
whatever came next.

“On your knees, bitch.” I shout, getting the sissy to scramble upright.

He complies, my handprint still embossed into the side of his face. I
look over my shoulder at Bill, now standing in the doorway with the
monstrous Dane at his side. I jerk my head towards the faggot kneeling at
my feet, inviting the pair to approach the Herido’s new toy.

Ryan’s Dad gasps at the colossal beast padding into his living room, a
muscly, abyssal black demon strutting into his sanctuary. Thick drool
slips from Herido’s maw and plops steadily into the carpet, the dog-tags
and collar circling his large neck clinking together with each menacing
footstep. This was no dog. This was a predator, a titan; a machine
clearly built to fight and/or fuck.

His old man starts to sweat, the penny finally dropping. Relieved and
confident that his child wasn’t about to be mauled to death, just
horrified with the knowledge that their asshole was instead. Ryan seems
to clock what’s coming to him too. It’s good to have everyone on the
same page.

The sissy is whimpering, his lip trembling like a frightened little girl,
eyes locked onto Herido, a deer in headlights, wrestling with the idea of
me setting this mutt loose and letting it rape his cunt. But
unfortunately for him, I wasn’t gonna let him off so easily.

I look at Bill and twirl my fingers, making a slow circle in the air. He
catches my drift, eyebrows creeping up his forehead and a smile curling
into one side of his beard. He seems a little taken aback, pushing his
tongue against his cheek, amused and surprised at my cruelty.

“This is Herido…”

Bill takes hold of Herido’s collar, encouraging the beast to turn in
place.

“…And this is Herido’s asshole.” He chuckles.

Ryan is stone still. Pure, gut-freezing fear bolts through his little
body. Paralyzing him. It’s not long before that bottom lip starts to
wobble again though, before he turns on the waterworks.

“No! No no please, I won’t touch-” he blubbers and tapers off.
Incessant. His head hangs low as he bursts and bawls into a pathetic
flood. The kid was already reeling at the concept of being dog-fucked,
and probably wasn’t imagining that nightmare to be topped so soon.

This is what he gets for touching that ugly fucking clit.

I crouch beside the kid, weaving my fingers into his hair again, roughly
gripping his scalp and holding his face level with the canine’s musty
hole. I whistle at Ryan’s old man, still stood in pale dissociation.

“Hey `Dad’, what’s your name again?”

I give him a second. The guy was probably daydreaming about caving my
head in, saving little Ryan from my clutches; or just trying to recede
and hide. I wasn’t gonna let him. He eventually becomes lucid and
musters up the courage to mumble out an answer. Breaking his apparent vow
of silence.

“K-Kieth.”

I smile, dripping with sarcasm.

“Keith? How’s it going, Kieth?” I don’t wait for a reply. “Do me a
solid and hold up Herido’s tail, would ya? Ryan needs some help suckin’
his hole.”

The room is quiet save for Ryan’s sobbing and Herido’s deep panting. I
swear I can hear the cogs turning in this guy’s head, processing what
I’d said. Bill’s eyes are wide, like he’s waiting for this guy to pull
out some metal and take off the top of my head. But he won’t. He can’t.

Kieth approaches timidly and stands wordlessly over his son, sliding a
trembling hand toward the beast’s rear. He clutches the Dane’s muscular
tail and raises it gently, exposing more of the sweaty dog flesh. For his
son.

Ryan wails up at his father.

“Dad! Dad p-pleeease! make… make them st-”

I interrupt Ryan’s plea for help. With a firm grip in his hair, I slam
his face forward, smushing his nose and lips into the canine’s musty
ass. His squeals are loud and desperate, albeit muffled on the rim of
Herido’s leathery shithole.

I stab my gaze into Kieth’s face as I roll his child’s head into the
black rim of anal flesh, daring him to step in and rescue his little boy.
Bill is staring too, amazed and disgusted at the father’s passivity, his
impressive cock detailing the front of his jeans as he watches me destroy
their relationship.

I keep Ryan pinned, suffocating him on that animal’s pucker for about
thirty seconds before finally yanking him back. He frantically sucks down
air, sweet oxygen filling his lungs after his rancid smothering.

“You can do better than that, cunt. Kiss that fuckin’ hole.”

“Fuckin’ sissy needs to pull her finger out. Didn’t even use
tongue.” Bill chimed in.

“Ungrateful little slut, ain’t she?” I say, twisting the boy’s head,
pointing him up at his failure of a guardian. “Your old man is making
sure you can reach every inch of that dog’s ditch. Think you owe him a
`thank you, daddy’.”

Ryan begrudgingly meets his father’s eyes as he shakily catches his
breath. He swallows hard, face drenched in sweat and streaked with tears
as he blinks up at the pale horror of his dad’s expression.

“Th-thank you… thank you Daddy.” He whimpers.

Ryan shivers with revulsion under my grip, regret and disgrace rolling
off the boy in waves. Wishing he’d never sent me that message. Wishing
his dad was strong enough to protect him from me. Wishing he hadn’t
fiddled with that ugly clit between his legs.

“Tongue out this time, fag.” Bill growls. “Clean my dog’s hole.”

I cut off another whine as I mash the kid’s lips back onto Herido’s
sweaty pucker. He obeys though, kissing and frenching up the musty
leather as a reluctant tongue circles and samples the animal’s rim. His
pretty baby blues spill over as the potent smell stings his nose and the
foul taste hits his tongue; silently screaming at his father for help.

Kieth looks like he’s about to puke at the nightmare in front of him,
face blanched and bloodless, repulsed at his inaction and contribution to
his baby-boy’s defilement. He stares back at his kid, gawping uselessly
in passive silence. Apparently content to watch his child taste, smooch,
slurp and slobber on this Dane’s dirty hole.

“That’s it, fag. Suck my boy’s rim while you fuck your tongue up his
guts.” Bill says, squeezing his prick through his jeans. He’s getting
into this, getting verbal too. I’m excited to see this side of Bill.

Ryan follows the depraved instruction and digs his flesh into the
canine’s sphincter, groaning at the sensation of the dog’s insides on
his tastebuds. He forms a seal over the filthy muscle, supplying the
greasy fissure with attentive suction, lips popping wetly off Herido’s
sopping rim. Sucking on the nasty pucker like a whore.

I let my hand fall from his hair and give him a chance to catch his
breath. I grin as I watch him shiver, disgusted with himself as thick
strands of saliva and anal-slobber hang between the mutt and his mouth.

To my surprise and satisfaction, the kid goes back in without complaint.
No resistance. Just a sad, whimpered cry before burying his face between
those black canine cheeks and getting back to work. Diligently sucking on
this animal’s muscle without my “encouragement”.

Bill and I share a knowing smile. We’d both done this so many times
before, bulldozed our way through a fag’s limits, demolished some
internal wall and pushed them barefoot across the rubble. How quickly
they adjust. How quickly they forget the wall ever existed to begin
with.

I stand up, confident in Ryan’s continued bathing of Herido’s anal
flesh; content to suck off those puffy canine asslips. I turn to Kieth.
He was stone still, impressively so, and unblinking. Resigned to hold the
monster’s tail aloft, still gawping as baby-boy’s mouth pulled on
Herido’s rim.

“Greedy little slut, huh?” I say, feeling Kieth flinch as I clap him on
the back. “Me and Ryan really appreciate your help, buddy. Just look at
how deep your little boy can fuck his tongue up that dog’s ditch.
That’s all you.” I give his back another friendly, albeit hard, slap
before stepping away. Pathetic fuck.

I sidle up next to Bill and we stand together, watching the depraved
scene as director and prop master, observing the unwilling actors in our
twisted play.

“You’re one mean bastard, ya know that?” Bill says, leaning over.

“So I’m told.”

His smile is cheeky, almost a sneer, his tone sounding enthusiastic and
a little satisfied as he echoed himself from earlier. His free hand
massages his bulge, idly squeezing the tip of his cock through the damp
fabric.

I give him a wry smile,

“Touched her clit though, didn’t she? Not my fault the cunt can’t
listen.”

He huffs in agreement, fixated on the sissy slobbering on his dog’s
rear.

“Should probably get a few clips of this while we can.”

“Yeah?” I say, pulling out my phone.

“Herido ain’t gonna stay soft for long. Not with a pretty bitch
suckin’ his ass like that.”

As if on queue, Bill’s pet starts to fidget. The Dane had been
remarkably patient, docile as he allowed the fleshy muscle under his tail
to be serviced. Herido was clearly starting to like the bitch suckling
his hole. She’d earn his dick before long.

I pan my phone’s camera over Ryan as he slobbers on the soggy canine
crease, capturing the first few twitches of Herido’s furry genitals.
This mutt needed time to get hard no doubt, big prick like that needs a
few gallons pumped through it at least. I could see it start to plump and
fidget inside his chubby sheath; that absurd amount of dog dick was
beginning to stir.

“Why don’t you take a load off, Kieth? Think Ryan’s got it from here.
You just enjoy the show, bud.” Bill says, condescendingly to the
obedient cuck. The father releases the tail in his fist and swiftly
returns to his stained recliner.

I watch the Dane’s foul prick fatten and spasm in its greasy cradle,
translucent slime bubbling around the sheath’s opening, beading up
before plopping fetid yellowish globs of grainy pre into the rug below.
The air starts to turn as more stringy fluid and sheath muck squishes
from the veiny sleeve, squeezing out around the creature’s tip; the
eye-watering scent of unwashed dog dick poisoning the room.

“Jesus, Bill. The fuck is wrong with your dog’s dick?” I say, pinching
my nose.

“Been a busy stud the past few weeks, haven’t you boy?” Bill says,
patting the Dane’s head. “Local bitches are in season and he’s been
dumping litters into `em nonstop.”

“Yeah, no kidding. He smells like a dark-room for strays.”

Bill rolls his eyes at me, but they brim, dark and devious.

“He’s a lazy bastard when he’s not impregnating something, and I’m
sure as shit not cleaning his dick,” He flashes me an innocent smile.
“Think that itchy sheath needs mucked out.”

“You don’t say.”

“Gets pretty ripe in there after he fucks.” Bill says, eyes flitting
from Ryan back to me. “Nothin’ a little suction can’t fix.”

He pauses, waiting for me to catch his drift, my nose wrinkling into a
grimace once I do. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear Bill was
trying to outdo my punishment; one-upping the kid’s rimjob with his
dog’s rotten sheath. This was filthy.

He tries to hide it, but I can see the excitement behind the man’s eyes.
Pervy bastard had planned this no doubt, set his stud loose on the local
kennels to fuck and flood his fill of seasonal cunt; an endless blur of
feral pussy to pump full of pups.

Every fuck sleazier than the last, greasier than the one before, the
Dane’s dick lathering and whipping up slick and semen. The animal is
insatiable as always, churning more froth and fuck-slime into his sheath,
fermenting and accumulating stickily inside the humid hood. By the end of
the week, the sweaty canine’s sleeve is a slimy mess, densely packed and
heaving with canine fuck-slop.

Perfect and ripe for Ryan’s little tongue.

Bill’s head is cocked, patient for my reply, politely testing the waters
of my perversion. Bless him, I was diamond-hard already. Eager for
another round of fucked up foreplay and keen to watch this kid sucking
down sheath muck.

Dinner time, faggot.

“You don’t say. Well, the big fella definitely needs a cleanup. Can’t
have him stinking up the room, can we?”

Bill grins wolfishly, excited to share this perversion with me.

I saunter over to Ryan, still drooling over the Great Dane’s leathery
muscle. He’s not crying but his eyes are streaming, welling up at the
proximity to that musky canid foreskin. He pulls away from his worship as
I crouch at his side, viscous strands of slobber still thickly bridging
the space between his mouth and the canine’s sopping black pucker.

“On your back now, kiddo,” I say, pointing to the floor below Herido.
“Let him drip his filth down your face. That’s a good little girl.”

Ryan winces, either at my words or the smell, I’m not sure. I don’t
care. I snap my fingers and he scrambles between the dog’s hind legs,
the carpet squelching wetly as he crawls through it. He rolls onto his
back and stares up at the gargantuan, furry sex; its abysmal musk now
billowing over his face and clinging to his skin.

The sissy’s shoulders and chest quake, his breath ragged as he watches
the monstrous doggy sleeve twitch and pulse. A rancid string of yellowed
pre and sheath slime drizzles fatly onto his cheek and over his lips, his
first taste of sleeve sludge. The kid’s body jolts and he stifles a gag.

He buries the urge to spew, goosebumps climbing up his skin as he
bristles in revulsion. Ryan doesn’t dare wipe it off, not after what he
did upstairs. He knows better. He stays like this for a while, watching
the Dane’s massive prick roll and slide inside that nasty, sweaty hood.
He continues to retch and choke down his disgust as the horrid stream of
bestial slurry oozes from on high and paints his pretty face.

“Jesus, Bill,” I say, stitching my brow at Ryan’s rancid make-up.
“He’s overflowing with this gunk.”

“Stuffed, ain’t it? Poor guy’s sheath is heaving, must be itchy as
fuck.”

“Ought to find your boy some relief then, huh.”

I turn back to Ryan and click my fingers, tearing his attention from the
dog gunk spilling onto his chops.

“Sit up, slut. On your elbows,” I instruct. “Get your nose in there
and sniff up that nasty cock.”

Ryan does so, eyes staring back as he silently begs me to make it stop.
He eases himself up and inches hesitantly toward the rancid package of
dog meat. He presses his nose against the drooling cock tip and starts to
inhale the mind-fuck of wretched musk. He’s rewarded with a thick spurt
of pre and dog muck that decorates his top lip, oozing and slithering
chunkily out the sticky sleeve and trickling greasily down his lips.

The little cunt groans and his eyelids flicker as the stench rapes the
inside of his head. He looks ready to hurl and I can hear his guts rumble
in protest. Ryan’s face contorts into a pale mask of disgust and shame
as he snuffles up and stains the tip of his nose with bestial filth.

“Stop teasing my dog, faggot. Get your tongue up that mucky sheath.”
Bill says, impatient.

Ryan looks between Bill and me, his face twisted in distress, a string of
slurry slipping off his chin and down his chest.

“Did he fuckin’ stutter? Get your faggot tongue in that dog’s mess.”

He swallows anxiously, fresh tears spilling as he submits, closing his
eyes and parting his lips; pressing his tongue against the slimy opening
of canine foreskin and digging his tongue inside.

“There ya go, that’s a good girl. Get stuck in. Suck out that fuckin’
dog cheese.”

“Filthy slut.” Bill sneers. “That dick has been breeding cunts all
week. Bet you can taste all that pussy slime caked in there, can’t you
Ryan?”

Goddamn. Bill can get verbal.

The boy wretches at Bill’s words, eyes watering as his tongue fishes
deeper into the dogsleeve’s grease and humid mush. His little muscle
slides between the veiny shaft and oily sheath; sinking into the abundant
filling that squished and caked inside the meaty hood.

We watch the faggot work. Watch him forage and dig out portions of the
Great Dane’s nasty fuck-slop, scooping up and gulping down the morsels
of sludge that’d fermented and festered in Herido’s pouch. He cleans
diligently, prepping the ugly dog cock patiently waiting to rape his
cunt.

I glance over at Kieth, his attention still locked firmly on his son and
his jaw hanging slack, horrified at his broken little boy, grasping at
the extent of his damage. How easily Ryan seemed to give in, how rapidly
his inhibitions seemed to fall, how little fight he had left. Ryan’s Dad
was finally seeing the results of his intervention, or lack thereof. What
he’d let me do. What I’d taken from his boy.

The coward sits in his cum-stained LazyBoy, mute as always, watching his
only child whore out their mouth once more. A pathetic lump of sullen
silence.

“This how you imagined your day going, big man?” I ask. “Watching your
kid rim some animal’s hole?”

“Watching him dig the smegma out my dog’s foreskin?” Bill says,
sneering at the gutless cuck as we both bully him.

Kieth trembles, sniffling as he does just that. Watch.

I look back down at Ryan in disgust, moaning weakly around the dog’s
crotch, stuffing his tongue into the large, messy sleeve without pause.
Focused and immersed in his rancid chore.

Herido is panting happily, enjoying the agile little tongue scrubbing
inside his grubby, itchy sheath. He’s strangely calm and obviously used
to this sort of service. I’m starting to realise how much we were
spoiling this Dog. Fifty bucks says that Bill’s got a faggot penciled in
to clean this dick every week. Fuck. Maybe I should get a dog.

“Bitch is lovin’ that, ain’t she? Chewing up that dog muck like a
little piggy.” Bill scoffs, turning his nose up.

“Sure is. Piggy starting to like her smoothie?” I ask, teasing Ryan.

The boy blushes, squeezes his eyes shut and vehemently shakes his head at
my accusation, jerking on the hairy skin between his lips. He doesn’t
miss a beat though, despite his denial; his tongue staying firm, lodged
and writhing inside the sweaty heat of Herido’s pouch.

Whatever you say, kiddo.

I turn to Bill.
“Doesn’t want her dinner, apparently.”

“Lying through her fuckin’ teeth,” Bill grunts, “Ungrateful bitch
just needs a bigger helping.”

He stomps up to Ryan and mirrors my crouch on the other side of Herido
before reaching under his well-endowed mutt. He grips at the base of his
mutt’s greasy sleeve, squeezing his digits in a tight ring.

The fuck is he doing?

He grabs Ryan by the back of his head, gripping into his hair and roughly
tilting back his head. He smushes the boy’s lips against the drooling
tip of clogged canine cocksleeve; the chubby sheath swamped and
over-full, filthily cradling the dog’s fattening dick.

“Tongue out, cunt. Need a little table to serve up your din-dins.”

The kid complies without thinking, flattening his tongue into a pink,
fleshy plate. Confusion and sudden realisation flash across his face. But
it’s too late.

Bill starts to tug his grip down the Dane’s long, oily sheath, slipping
firm digits over the furry skin towards the tip; dragging down the chunky
dog batter within. It clogs at the opening, frothing and squelching
lewdly as it hovers over the boy’s fleshy table.

The man tugs his fist once more, freeing the first lumps of doggy sludge
that unfurl and spill fatly from Herido’s nasty sleeve. He squeezes it
out like nightmarish toothpaste on the kid’s pink muscle. Ryan gags and
squeals as the awful, yellowed fuck-filth plops and piles onto his
tongue, landing in fat, grainy portions and runny pools that trickle into
his gullet.

“That taste better, bitch? Just needed a bigger, smellier helping of
doggy porridge. Didn’t ya?” Bill sneers.

This man really is an artist. A fucking monster but an artist
nonetheless. My dick is stiff as fuck, despite my disgust. Bill’s
clearly done this before, he has multiple mutts and a dozen dogcunts at
The Smokeroom; I have little doubt he keeps his kennel cunts fat on
sleeve slop.

Bill gives me a wink as he removes his hand from the Dane’s dick and
clamps his grip over the kid’s nose, forcing him to mouth-breathe around
the messy pile he balanced on his tastebuds.

“Little piggy looks hungry, Bill. Let’s get her fed.”

I see his head bob in agreement over Herido’s haunches.

“You heard him, cunt. Start chewing.”

Ryan mewls and sobs as he keeps the slimy filth steady on his tongue,
slowly receding it behind his teeth and stuffing his cheeks with his
fetid faggot dinner. He starts to chew slowly, crying and pursing his
lips as he churns up the musty sludge. Hiccuping in horror and disgust.

Bill and I go on the offensive.

“That’s it, piggy, gobble up that dog muck. Full of all the yummy
proteins a sissy needs.”

“Got her dicklet twitching, I bet. Little clitty is probably stiff as a
nail and squirting in her shorts chewing up that dog cheese.” Bill
laughs, pinching the bitch’s nose.

“Herido’s kept this nice and warm in his sheath for you. You spill a
fuckin’ drop and your sucking’ it out the carpet.”

“Greedy cunt for his smeg-slop, aren’t ya? Got a few dogs back at the
bar that need a sleeve-slut like you.”

We grin at one another as we bully and degrade Ryan, laughing at our
filthy toy and the rancid meal she has to eat. The kid’s Dad squirms and
audibly swallows back his own throw-up as he reels and cringes in his
chair.

Ryan’s face is scrunched tightly as he forces down the clumpy canine
cum-curds. He starts to panic as Bill deprives him of oxygen until he’s
finished his dinner. Ryan swallows noisily, chugging down the dirty
sheath’s batter of sweat, piss, aged dog cum and layers of dried bitch
slick; a greedy little piggy for canine fuck-filth.

Ryan gasps wetly as he swallows that last mouthful, inhaling wetly, his
cough sickly and damp. His face is a mess, streaked with tears, spit and
bestial muck. He hiccups and hacks up some small, awful globs that
trickle greasily from his nostrils.

“How’s it looking, Bill? She good?”

“Not done yet.” He says firmly, eyeing his dog’s junk. “Needs another
suck.”

I click my fingers at the messy slut underneath the Great Dane, rousing
Ryan from his gurgling stupor. He looks up at me, his face puffy and
slick with confusion. I point at the Dane’s smelly hood, still dripping
with gunk and strands of pre.

“Suck.”

I watch the little dogcunt scramble to his knees and stuff his tongue
back into the oily animal foreskin, searching and digging for what filth
remained. Thick, off-white ropes of the stuff cling gratuitously off the
teenager’s chin, plopping messily down his front as he fishes and
rummages inside the furry chute. Hungry and infantile.

He begins to slow. Unable to find what he’s looking for, he finally
relents, slipping his tongue from the smelly sleeve’s acrid taste and
bitter heat. The faggot was done, and been nothing if not thorough.

The boy shudders, leaning back, disgusted but looking almost satisfied
with his efforts, relieved at completing his awful chore and wiping the
mess from his chin. He opens his eyes and stares up at the mutt’s
undercarriage, squirming anxiously as Herido’s bloated package stares
back, looming over him.

“Think she enjoyed that. Couldn’t have dug deeper into that mucky
sheath if she’d tried.”

“I know Herido did.” Bill scoffs, patting his dog’s flank.

“Dirty fuckin’ sheath-slut, ain’t ya? Thought we’d have to pry you
off that thing.”

Bill and I chuckle darkly at the kid’s expense, relishing the flush of
shame that slaps at his cheeks and forces his gaze to the floor;
humiliation sinking his eyes to the sodden, stained carpet.

Herido can tell the piggy snuffling at his prick was finished. He’d
allowed her to feed and she’d taken her fill; cleaning out his itchy
sheath and eating up any slimy protein she’d found. He was grateful. She
deserved a reward.

I hear a clammy, sticky babble from between Herido’s legs. The Dane was
finally getting hard. His obscenely large dick was fattening up properly
now, engorging angrily and flooding the shaft’s innumerable veins into a
chubby web of bulging wires. The chunky beam of bestial lipstick crept
weightily out its sopping, tongue-fucked sheath, tightly and tackily
peeling down the demonic length of greasy canine dick.

I watched in awe as the greasy cocksleeve struggled over the sanguine
nightmare of the animal’s knot; needing multiple tries to stretch and
uncomfortably tug itself down the mottled boulder of dog flesh.

Ryan looks like he wants to die, or at least thinks he’s about to.
Totally defeated. He drinks in the ugly pillar of dog cock swaying before
him, each violent swing radiating hot, acrid musk over his face. He
winces at every twitch, flinching at each dominant flex of the Dane’s
colossal prick like it was threatening to throw a punch.

I don’t blame him. This dog’s dick looks like a fucking siege weapon;
an alien battering ram, built to mangle dogcunt and rape them full of
puppies. Herido looked dangerously virile. The thought even crossed my
mind that this big motherfucker could probably knock this kid up. It
didn’t seem too far-fetched for this stud to breed Ryan’s cunt and have
his puppies catch.

“Go on, give my boy a kiss. Give that smelly prick some attention while
we get you prepped.” Bill says, softly.

Ryan nods obediently, his eyes cloudy and distant as he leans forward,
pressing his lips to the filthy canvas of veiny bestial prick. He’s
delicate. Sweet even, as he plants small reverent kisses into the sweaty
crimson, sweeping up the fetid length to smush his prayers into the
animal’s obese knot; licking pleas of mercy into its slimy, bloated
veins.

This was it. We were rapidly approaching the point of no return.

The moment that dog dick touched his hole, Ryan would cease to exist. No
friends or family. No male pronouns. No life to speak of. SHE would have
nothing and be nothing. Worthless aside from the knotsleeve between her
legs, never to feel a human cock in her pussy again. Just a canine
rape-toy. Doghole. Pure and simple.

Bill and I would shape this teen into a practiced kennel cunt, ours to
pimp as we pleased. Another bitch on retainer for The Smokeroom. We’ll
squeeze every cent out of this faggot, whore out that pretty slit to any
mutt wanting to rip up something soft and tight; trash that slit into a
puffy, fucked-up daycare to dump canine kids.

We’d break the sissy in time. The endless rotation of fat, smelly dog
cock gang-raping and ruining her dogpussy was inevitable. We’d find a
bitch to replace her eventually, once she gets too loose. Can’t be
helped. I’d keep her busy for a while though, she’d still have her
mouth, right?

I’d make sure the local strays had a nice, warm tongue to help them out.
Someone to dig the muck out of those their flea-bitten sheaths and to
suck on their mangy holes `til they were nice and wet and clean. At
least until we found a new toy.

This bitch is fucking doomed.

But… First things first.

I turn to Bill. My new partner in crime.
Speaking from one mean bastard to another.

“Let’s get this cunt knotted.”