Date: Sun, 9 Mar 2008 17:00:47 -0700 From: DVNT Puppy Subject: tommy-the-tease-9 Warning: If sex featuring men and their dogs turns you off, don't read the following. If it turns you on, I want to know about it. Thanks to all who sent suggestions and feedback. If you've got something to say, e-mail: dvntpuppy@hotmail.com. Despite the warm sunlight on my back and the trickle of piss continually running down my leg, I'm shivering. Cochise leaps at my face, snarling and snapping. I drop my head and close my eyes, preparing to be mauled. I can smell the rank, musky stench that emanates from every rutting beast before breeding. His breath is hot, and the rumble of his menacing growls seems to be all around me, everywhere, at once. Cochise is on top and thrusting in a bound. His forepaws claw and dig at my sides. My body gives under the weight of the monster, and I cry out for help. But, still, I spread my legs. The men are circling closer now; their shadows intermingling in the grass, blocking and unblocking the sun. "Fuck, that's hot." "Rip that bitch up, boy" "Fuck her good." "That's the stuff. "Pound her pussy." His dogdick is sharp and long: a "cunt-wrecker", Chuck would call it. It's jabbing at my hole and tearing across my asscheeks. Cochise's back paws rise up, alternately scraping my thighs and propelling him closer to the mark. Hurts like hell, but feels damn good. Fuck, I needed this so fucking bad. My hole is hungry and aching to be bred again. When that hard dick rams inside, my pussylips part and envelope it. I look up into the faces of the men: proud to be on display, proud to be dogfucked for them. "Shit, that's one horny little bitchboy." "She's in dogwhore heaven, that's for sure." "Fuck that bitch in half, boy. Give it to her real good." "Fuck, just look how good that twat takes a pounding." Chuck is moving around, shaking hands, slapping backs, and motioning towards me. He and Mr. Davis start talking, leaning in close to whisper to each other. Chuck tries to take Mr. Davis by the arm, but Mr. Davis shakes his head "no" and walks off toward the barn alone. The two young men in overalls follow behind. Chuck keeps circulating through the crowd, laughing, joking, and selling my ass while I flop around on the end of that hard dogdick. The crowd closes in, waiting for Cochise to knot his bitch. His big bulb is already solid and pushing against my cunt. It breaks my pussy apart as it rams inside and starts discharging load after load of hot cum. I gasp. The men applaud and draw closer. "Hey, men," Frank says just under his breath, "Chuck's not looking. Let see if we can't have some fun with this bitch. Seeing as how she's the last fuck of the day." Frank whistles, and a young red-haired kid on a choke chain kneels before him. His cock is caged in a metal pod, and his back and ass are almost purple, streaked from a recent lashing. Frank points to me, and the boy crawls over. Cochise growls in my ear, pushing his cold nose into the nape of my neck and grazing my skin with his muzzle. "Bitch, meet Princess Doghole. Princess, say hello to Chuck's nasty little whoreboy, Tommy." Princess lies down on his back and scoots underneath me. I'm face to face with his caged dick, staring intently at his pale, shaved body. Raised, red welts wrap around his sides in crisscross patterns on his taut, almost translucent skin. His tongue sweeps across my balls. I groan as he laps at them like a dog at a bowl. He makes long slow circles across them and up to my ass. Cochise lets out a low whine as Princess's tongue circles my hole and the dogdick buried deep within it. Cochise's balls are now slapping wetly against my own. Princess sucks my nuts into his mouth, pulling them down hard and low. He releases them, and my sack bounces back with an almost audible smack. Then he tongues my pussy again, slicking it with his spit and the dogcum seeping steadily out of my twat. He reaches up and takes my tits in his fingers, rolling the tender nubs between his fingers. He grips them between his fingers and squeezes, then strums at them with his thumbs. I look down and see a pool of saliva shining on his stomach, moving up and down in time with his breath. It drips from my gaping mouth as I moan and pant. Soon I'm fucking myself hard against Cochise's dick and grinding into Princess's face and his sucking mouth. My dick is strained and solid, begging for attention, but Princess never touches it. I can feel Cochise's huge rod unloading in rapid pulses, hot and hard. I buck and rock spastically, sandwiched between the hot body of a furry fucking dog and the smooth, tight body of another horny bitchboy. I'm close to cumming. My dick is as hard as steel and drooling out thick dollops of precum. Each time I'm at the edge, Princess stops, waits, and starts up again. He does this over and over, keeping me in sheer agony. Frank whistles twice and Princess pulls away. In an instant he's kneeling by his master. I look pleadingly into his master's eyes as he pats the boy's head and feeds him a biscuit. Then Frank reaches down and squeezes his tits: twisting them until the boy's face contorts in pain and he cries out; then Frank twists them even harder. Lucky little fucker. My dick is jumping and bobbing against my stomach. My hole is quivering, I haven't cum in weeks, and this is unbearable. I can't take another minute without relief. "Go ahead, bitch. Get your nut," Frank calls out. "Come on, shoot your wad, slut. Cum for us, Tommyboy." "Don't be shy. Stroke that boyclit and get it squirting. We won't tell." That's all I need to hear. I rise up on my knees, lifting Cochise--growling and snapping--into the air. One hand goes for my left tit as the other hand rockets towards my dick. I pump it twice. My cum flies and my balls jump as I spurt. The crowd groans. A few men start to laugh as they drift away. I fall to the ground. The grass is soft against my cheeks, tickling my nose. My hand is covered in cum, and I suck it up greedily, then scoop up the dog-spew seeping out of my hole and begin sucking it off my fingers too. Still Cochise fucks. His short thrusts are more intermittent now, as his balls are nearly empty. He lifts one leg over my body and turns, as though too bored or too disgusted even to look at the bitch he's breeding. The crowd is gone. The show is over. I rise up again, lifting myself shakily to my elbows as Cochise pulls free, releasing torrents of dogcum from my battered boyhole. Looking up, I see Chuck standing before me, scowling. His belt is in his hand. "You fucking bitch. I can't turn my back for two minutes without you jerking off." "I'm sorry Sir. Please forgive me." "Sorry? Shit. You just cost me money, you fucking bitch." He steps forward, blocking out the sun. "I'm gonna give you something to be sorry for." He pushes his belt close to my face. "Kiss it, bitch. Kiss it and beg for your beating." "Please, Sir. Please, no." "I told you what would happen, boy, and I'm a man of my word. Gonna tan that ass and then turn you lose. After today, we're through." "Hold on a second, Chuck." I look up and see my Dad's boss, Mr. Davis, walking towards us. He gives me a wink and a smile. "Maybe we can work something out." "Shit, Marty. I don't know what you could want with this worthless cumhole." Mr. Davis whispers something low, then heads back to his boys in overalls. "You're one lucky little shit, you know that, boy?" "Sir yes Sir." "Naw, I don't think you do. Marty-Mr. Davis-wants me to spare your hide. Might even agree to sponsor you. But you've got to do something for him, understand?" "Yes, Sir. Anything. I'll do anything. Please, Sir, please don't set me free. I'll do anything he wants." "Yeah, that's what I thought you'd say, stupid cunt. Alright, here comes Ed and Jed. Do whatever they say or your dogfucking days are over. Got it?" "Yes Sir. Thank you for giving me another chance." Mr. Davis's men walk over and lift me bodily off the ground like a sack of manure. As we head across he lawn, one of men sticks a finger up my slippery chute and gives it a wet twirl. "Fuck, this is one tight little boypussy. Is your slot still hungry for some big dick, boy?" "Yes, Sir." "Glad to hear it, little man. Cause Tonto's got about 18 inches to feed you." Oh shit. They're taking me to the barn. Comments and suggestions keep me going. If you like the story, let me know at dvntpuppy@hotmail.com