Date: Sun, 24 Sep 2006 15:44:59 -0400
From: shags.the.dog@hotmail.com
Subject: The Making of a Breeder: Part 2

This is, obviously, a work of fiction sprouting entirely from my twisted
mind.  The people are not real and I'm sure these things never happened.  If
you don't like reading about sex between animals and humans, don't read it.
Please do not repost anywhere without permission.  All comments are welcome.

There will be four parts.

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The Making of a Breeder, Part 2 of 4
By Coldcountry


Jason woke to the feel of a big dick plowing his ass.  He murmured and
shoved back into it, not even opening his eyes as he wrapped his hand
around his own stiffy.  He came quickly, as he always did in the morning,
and let his body lie limp as the big man drove into him.  His body flopped
like a rag doll as he let himself be used and abused.  "Yes... god you're a
stud... I'm your slut for sure...  fuck me... god, fuck me hard!"

Roger hardly needed encouragement as he reamed the boy's ass with his big
dick.  Finally, he pulled the boy's slender hips back and grunted as he
came deep inside the young flesh.  "What a fucking whore."  His voice held
wonder as he caressed the mussed curls.

~~

The morning followed the same pattern as the day before.  The dogs were
fed, then let out while the men ate.  They came bounding back in as the
dishes were finished, circling Jason with wagging tales and eager tongues.
They licked his hands and buried their noses in his crotch until he
laughed.  They were all showing cock, the red shiny tips protruding
slightly from furry sheaths.

"What are you waiting for, boy?  I told you not to keep them waiting.  They
know when there's a bitch in heat around."

Jason grinned.  "Yes, sir."  He shoved his shorts down and dropped to his
hands and knees on the kitchen floor.  Jake immediately claimed his place
as pack Alpha, mounting the boy and driving his cock deep.  Jason grunted
and leaned back into him, a small smile of pleasure on his face.

Roger dropped to one knee beside him, stroking his belly and his swelling
cock.  "God you are hot!  Never seen a boy take to his true nature the way
you have.  You are a born bitch for sure, and always in heat."  He fondled
Jason's balls.  "I don't want you to come until the boys are all done, you
hear me?"

Jason moaned, squeezing his eyes shut as Jake shoved his knot up the boy's
stretched ass.  "Yes, sir.  I'll try."

Roger gave Jason's balls a tug, causing him to yelp.  "You better try hard,
boy.  You're the bitch here, the lowest of the pack and you'll do as you're
told or be punished for it, understand?"

Jason gulped.  "Yes sir."

Jake finished, turning to stand ass to ass with Jason, his knot lodged
firmly in the boy's hole, pumping spurt after spurt of hot seed into the
willing mancunt.

Roger ran his hand around Jason's hole.  His body was distorted by the huge
knot of flesh inside.  "Looks as though if I gave Jake a yank, he'd tear
you right apart pulling out."  He messaged Jake's knot through the thin
wall of Jason's ass.  "You're made for this, you know it?"  Jake pulled out
with a sucking noise and Roy's tongue was driving up Jason's hole before it
had time to close down.  Jason groaned loudly, spreading his legs even
wider.  "Dog bitch; cum whore."  Roger crooned softly, then, after a
minute, "Come on, Roy, we got work to do today.  Quit playing and fuck
him."

The big hound obediently mounted the boy, his knot slipping easily in and
out until it finally swelled large enough to be trapped inside.  Fletcher,
meanwhile, had decided not to wait and was trying to mount Jason's head.

"Seems as though Fletch is in the mood for a blowjob today, so I guess it's
time to learned to suck dog cock."  Jason had turned his face away,
screwing his eyes shut and pressing his lips together.  He jumped when a
hard slap landed on the back of his thigh.  "You don't refuse these dogs,
slut.  How many times do I have to tell you?  Now, I know you know how to
suck man cock, and this isn't much different.  Only thing you gotta watch
out for is that the knot doesn't get to the back of your mouth.  If it
does, and swells there, it could lodge in your throat and choke you.  So be
careful, cause I'm not cutting off any of my dog's dicks to save your
life."  He gripped the sides of Jason's jaw and squeezed hard.  The boy
opened his mouth and Fletcher's cock found its way inside at once.  Roger
kept his hand in front of the knot to protect the boy, since he couldn't
use his own hands.  "That's right.  Suck him hard, you won't hurt him."
Roger switched hands on Fletcher's cock and started jerking the dog's cock
behind the knot while the hound humped frantically.  Roy, mean time, had
stopped thrusting and was tied firmly, panting blissfully with his eyes
closed.

Fletcher came in longs spurts of hot come and Jason swallowed frantically,
trying not to lose a drop.  There was too much, however, and some ran down
his chin.  Roger lightly stroked his throat and chuckled.  "I knew you'd
love it.  When you first stopped outside the fence and spoke to the boys, I
knew you were a born dogcunt.  Taken to it like a fish to water, you have."

Fletcher wandered off to the living room to sleep, and Roy pulled out and
joined him.  The sounds of the dogs cleaning themselves came from the other
room.  Bonkers was, as usual, bouncing around and acting like a puppy,
albeit a puppy with a very large boner.  "Fuck him."  The command brought
Bonkers down heavily on Jason's side, making the boy grunt.  Roger moved
him into position and guided his bony cock home.  Jason gave a long sigh,
then reached back and tugged the dog's hind leg, trying to help him sink
his knot.  It slipped into the stretched hole fairly easily and Jason
gasped as the dog tied him.

Roger grabbed something from a drawer then sank to the floor again and
messaged the boy's belly.  The dog's knot was clearly visible as it moved
madly back and forth in the boys insides.  "You're a breeder, all right.
We'll keep filling your guts with cum until you're as much dog as you are
human."  He kneaded more firmly.  "I'm gonna massage your guts, push the
cum deep inside you so your body absorbs it all."

Jason whimpered and pushed back against Bonkers' pounding, his hands
splayed wide on the floor, his body shaking with each powerful thrust of
the dog's hips.  Bonkers' thrusts became erratic, then he whined and
stilled, pumping his seed deep into his bitch.

Roger's hand moved to Jason's dripping cock.  "You ready to cum, boy?"

"Please... please, Roger, let me cum."

Roger started to stroke.  "Well, you've been a real good bitch so I guess
you deserve it.  Come on now, boy, cum for me."

Jason cried out and spurted into Roger's hand.  Bonkers whined as the boy's
muscles clenched around his knot, squeezing out the last of the hound's
juice.

The boy sagged from the force of his orgasm and Bonkers slipped from his
body with a wet pop to wander off to the corner and lick himself clean.
Roger's hand was at Jason's backside and the boy gasped as something hard
and cold was shoved up his bruised hole.  Roger massaged his trembling,
stretched hole for a minute until the muscles started to shrink back to
their original shape.  That's when Jason knew the object for a butt plug.

"We're gonna keep this inside you today."  He went back to kneading the
boy's belly.  Don't want to lose any of that good dog spunk, do we?"  Jason
moaned, letting his head sink to his arms, leaving his butt in the air.
Roger laughed.  "Good idea.  Gravity with help move the cum deeper into
your guts."

Jason sighed, and was just getting reasonably comfortable when Roger's hand
fell with a crack on his upturned ass.  "Come on boy, we've got work to
do."

Jason moaned.  "All I want to do is take a nap."

Roger's hand landed a good bit harder.  "You got your keep to earn, boy.
Servicing the dogs earns you a place with them.  You got to work to earn
your place with me."

Jason scrambled to his feet and pulled his shorts up around the plug.  He
wiggled his hips experimentally and a wry grin spread over his face.  "This
might not be so bad after all."

"Slut."  Roger ruffled his hair.  "I think I'm gonna enjoy finding your
limits."

Jason gave him a cheeky grin and followed him outside.

~~

That night, they were inside again, a storm having blown up from the west.
Jason had been reading for a while when he rose, stretching languorously.
Bonkers got up also, shook himself and looked hopefully at Jason as the boy
turned away.

"Where you goin', boy?"

Jason stopped, surprised.  "Gotta take a piss."

Roger nodded at the panting hound.  "Bonkers wants you."

"But...."  Jason shook his head.  "I really gotta go."

Roger's eyes narrowed.  "You don't keep the dogs waiting."

Jason bit back a reply as he shoved his shorts down and knelt on all fours.
Bonkers mounted him immediately, humping with his usual enthusiasm, finding
the hot hole after only a few false starts.  He pushed hard enough to slide
Jason across the floor as he worked to sink his knot into the welcoming
heat.  Roger got up and placing a hand on the dog's loins, shoved the
swelling knot inside.  Jason grunted as the huge knot enlarged further,
pressing painfully against his full bladder.  A few dribbles of piss leaked
from his swollen cock and Roger slapped his butt.

"Don't you piss on my rug, you cur.  I thought you were housebroken?"

This time the piss spurted from the boy's cock as the knot slammed his
insides.  Roger grabbed the bowl they'd been eating popcorn from, emptied
the last of the kernels onto the floor and shoved the bowl under Jason's
dripping meat.  It was fully hard, making pissing difficult, but the
relentless pounding he was getting from the inside was forcing the hot
liquid out in steady spurts.  Besides battering Jason's bladder, the knot
was also pounding his prostrate and the boy shook with the agony of trying
to control himself.

Bonkers gave a final thrust and lay still, pumping his seed deep.  Jason
groaned and shot his own load, the thick, white cum mixing with the piss in
the bowl.  Roger milked the deflating cock like one of the goat's teats,
making sure it was empty, then brought the bowl to Jason's lips.

"Drink it, filth."  Jason tried to pull away, but Roger grabbed a handful
of hair.  "I reckon this will be the best way to housebreak you, yeah?"

Jason drank the mixture of spunk and piss and gagged.  Roger clamped his
jaw shut.  "You puke on my floor, you'll lick it up."

Jason closed his eyes and shuddered, but didn't gag again.

It was another ten minutes before Bonkers dismounted and Jason could hurry
to the bathroom to empty his aching bladder the rest of the way.

~~

Several days went by in peace.  Jason would wake, more often than not, to
the feel of Roger's thick cock pushing deep inside him.  After breakfast,
he serviced whichever dogs showed an interest, then they worked.  Sometimes
together on a large project, sometimes Roger would send Jason off with
instructions.  Jason tried hard, and the older man was pleased with his
work.  In the evenings, they lazed about, out on the porch, or inside if
the weather was bad.  Jason would usually loll on the floor, sucking and
fucking the dogs, and frequently Roger as well.

It was almost a week later and they were working on the tractor motor in
the barn.  It was hot and the two of them were running sweat.  Roger went
in to get them something to drink and on returning, he stopped in the big
open doorway.  Bonkers was standing behind Jason, licking the sweat from
the boy's legs.  Jason ignored him as he struggled with a rusted nut.  The
dog whined, raising a paw to rest against the boy's thigh.

"Not now, Bonks."  His voice was harsh as he shoved the dog away with his
foot.

Quicker than spit, Roger crossed the barn floor and cuffed Jason, sending
him spinning into a pile of hay.  "How fuckin' dare you push one of my dogs
away?  You forget who's the bitch here?  You mangy cur, you think you're
better than they are, don't you?"  Roger looked around for a moment, then
reached down and grabbed the collar that Jason still wore from when Roger
had put it on him the second night.  Roger twisted his fist in the collar,
choking off the boy's wind.  "I'm disappointed in you, cuntboy, I thought
you understood your place here."  He shook Jason.  "You're a bitch, you got
that?  A fuck toy.  Any cock within fifty feet of you that so much as
twitches, you drop trou and assume the position.  Is that so fuckin' hard
to learn?"

Jason struggled soundlessly, his face darkening from lack of air.  Roger
dragged him over to a corner where a newly sawn 10 X 10 beam was up on low
blocks to season before being fitted as a replacement sill.  Roger threw
the boy to the floor where he choked and sputtered.  Grabbing an old
blanket off a stall partition, Roger folded it several times before draping
it over the beam.  He pulled Jason over, yanked off his shorts and forced
him on his hands and knees over the beam.  Taking a piece of rope he tied
the collar to a ring on the wall, leaving little slack.  Roger went into
the grain room, returning shortly with several items.  Heavy leather mitts
were pulled over Jason's hands and the ties knotted firmly.  Moving behind
the boy, he reached between his thighs and gripped his nuts, pulling them
back.  Jason cried out, but Roger ignored him, fitting the two halves of a
wooden yoke around the boy's sack above his balls, and screwing the
fastenings down firmly.  The bar the yolk was part of was slightly curved
on both ends and fit smoothly around the backs of Jason's thighs,
stretching his ballsack back and preventing him from standing.  Jason
pulled his knees as far forward as he could, trying to relieve the pressure
on his sack.  He could only draw them up so far because of the beam, and he
couldn't rock back because of the rope tying him.

"You just stay here for awhile, bitch, until you're clear about who you
are."

"Please...."  Jason choked out.

"And if I hear any caterwauling, I'll gag you, that clear?"  Jason nodded,
his eyes pleading.  Roger turned his back.  "Don't want you to be lonely
though."  He stepped to the door and whistled.  The four hounds came at a
run and he slid the barn door closed, locking them all inside.

The dogs came to Jason, wagging happily, and it wasn't long before the
first one mounted him.

An hour later, Jason, his head hanging and his ass running dog cum, heard
Roger's truck leave.  He was dozing sometime about dark, his ribs supported
by the beam, when the door slid open and Roger greeted the hounds.

"Go get your dinner boys."  The dogs were off at a run for the house as
Roger approached Jason.  Roger squatted in front of the boy and pushed a
lock of sweaty hair out of his face.  "Thirsty?"  His voice was soft as he
held a bowl of water up.  Jason plunged his face into the clear water and
drank greedily.  "Easy now."
  Roger set the water down, but left it within Jason's reach.  Next he set
a bowl of food down.  It was table scraps, still warm from Roger's dinner
and Jason, after only a moment's hesitation, lowered his head and ate
hungrily.  "Good boy," Roger murmured as he stroked the boy's curls.

Jason finished the food and licked the bowl, wishing there was more.  He
then had more water as Roger took the Humbler off him.  Taking the rope,
Roger helped the boy stand.  "Come on."  He lead Jason out and around the
barn to the manure pile.  "Don't want you messing up my barn."  He nodded
toward the pile and Jason, his hands still useless in the mitts, had to
squat to piss.  Roger laughed.  "You're learning, bitch."

He led Jason back to the barn, pushed him to his knees and once more pulled
his nuts back.

"Please don't... please Roger."  Jason's eyes glistened as he pleaded, but
Roger ignored him, fitting the Humbler back in place.

Roger took a small bottle from his shirt pocket.  "Went over to see Chuck.
He's got a bitch in heat."  He poured some of the liquid onto a scrap of
dirty rag and wiped it over Jason's butthole and down his crack.  Tossing
the rag aside, he rose with a grunt.  "That ought to keep the boys
interested all night."

Ignoring Jason's pleas, he went to the door and called the hounds.  They
bounced in, caught a whiff of the bitch's urine and bayed, jostling each
other to get at the boy's bitchhole.

"Have a good night."  Roger slid the barn door shut on the boy's cries.

~~

It was early when Roger opened the big barn door, letting the sun into the
stuffy, dusty interior.  He walked to the rear corner and shook his head at
the sight that greeted him.  All the dogs were flat on their sides, snoring
lustily.  The boy dozed, his weight supported by the beam.  Scratches and
welts covered his back, dog spunk leaked from his swollen boycunt and was
dried in his hair and on his face.  The only clean part of his body was the
streaks left by the tears that had run down his cheeks.

Roger clapped his hands and all the sleeping creatures started awake.
"Breakfast, boys."  The dogs shook themselves and stumbled sleepily into
the morning light.

The water bowl had been over-turned during the activities of the night and
when Jason turned his face to Roger, one eye was glued shut with spunk.

"You learn your lesson, bitch?"

"Yes, sir."  Jason's voice was a raspy croak.

"Well, I hope so."  Roger unscrewed the bolts holding the Humbler in place,
and eased it off gently.  The boy's balls were purple and he reached
forward to massage them, stimulating the circulation.  Jason wailed in
pain, earning himself a slap on the butt.  "Quite down, bitch."

Jason bit his tongue to keep the cries inside, gasping in relief when Roger
finally stopped.  He untied the rope, helped the boy to his feet and
removed the mitts.  "You need to piss?"

"Yes, sir."

Roger lead him to the manure pile again, and after a split second's
hesitation, Jason squatted.  Roger nodded approvingly, then led the boy to
the fence by the stand-pipe.  Picking up the hose, he turned on the water
and adjusted it to a gentle flow.  "Bend over."

Jason grabbed the fence with both hands and Roger eased the hose up the
boy's backside.  Pushing steadily, he forced almost ten inches inside the
boy.  Jason's hole was so stretched out that it didn't clamp on the hose,
and water poured back out to pool on the ground.  The warmish water in the
hose ran out and was replaced by the cold water of the well.  Jason
whimpered and shifted his weight, then doubled up as a cramp hit him.  "Has
to be done, boy.  You must be a mess in there."

He kept it up for a couple more minutes, the withdrew the hose gently.
"Squat and force it out."

Jason complied while Roger turned the water pressure up and hosed the scum
and dirt off the boy's shivering form and out of his hair.

Finally satisfied, he led the boy inside to the tub he had already filled.
Jason lowed himself gingerly into the hot water, wincing as it hit the
scratches and assaulted his sore hole.  Roger washed him carefully,
lathered his hair twice, then had him stand and rinse off under the shower.
He toweled the boy dry, then led him to the bedroom.

"Bend over."  The boy complied, and sighed as Roger applied soothing
ointment to his scratches.  Roger inspected the boy's cunthole and grunted.
"Not too bad."  He applied the ointment liberally, inside and out.  Setting
the jar aside, he unzipped his shorts and withdrew his stiffening meat.
Jason cringed.

"No help for it, boy.  If I don't mark you, the dogs with think you're
theirs first.  Can't have that."  He pushed inside Jason in one smooth
stroke.  "Besides.  Your idiocy deprived me of mine last night."  He pumped
the unresisting ass.  "God, you feel good.  Still pretty tight, even after
all that.  How many times they fuck you, boy?"

Jason groaned.  "Don't know.  Lost count after a while."

Roger chuckled, gripping the slim hips and thrusting hard.  "You're a
bitch, no doubt about it, and you'll be one fine breeder once you learn
your place."  He gave a strangled cry and filled Jason with his hot
manseed.

Stroking once down the slender back, Roger withdrew and tucked himself
away.  "Put some shorts on and come to the kitchen.  You must be hungry."

~~