Date: Fri, 2 Dec 2011 14:03:34 -0800 From: DVNT Puppy Subject: Born-to-Be-Bred-2 My job--and my life--was never the same after that day. I was instructed to shave my body, because Mr. Slim fucked only "hairless bitches." I was forbidden to ever touch my dick and, to make sure, from now on I was to piss sitting down, like a girl. I had to keep my hole clean and ready, because one day he might let me get my pussy pounded by a real man like him. And, most importantly, I was told under no circumstances was I ever to cum. Whatever he asked, I did without question and without hesitation. Each morning for the next two weeks, I arrived in the office early. I stripped and kneeled with my hands behind me, tilted my head back, opened my mouth, and patiently waited to service my new Sir. It took time before I could deep throat that huge horsecock, but Mr. Slim didn't mind. He got off on my gagging. "Choke on it bitch. That's the way. Taking a real mandick now. Gonna train you right and turn you out. Sound good, boy?" "Sir, yes, sir." "Hell yes, baby. Gonna whore you out. Gonna make some money for Daddy. Want that baby?" "Yes, Sir. Whatever you say, Sir." "Fuck yeah. Whatever I say. That's right, boy. Gonna pimp you out to every dick in town. Gonna make a shitload of money. Now, swallow you worthless cocksucking faggot. Take it. Take it you lousy whore." After dumping his load, Mr. Slim would allow me to put on my uniform for work, a pair of thin blue overalls with tears in the crotch and ass. Underwear was strictly forbidden, and because I wasn't allowed to come, my dick was permanently dripping, spreading an oily stain that soaked through the fabric. Throughout the day he found new ways to torment, tease, and humiliate me. And each night, he'd tell me that maybe tomorrow he'd fuck my worthless pussy. My hole quivered all day long at the sight of his big cock packed into those tight trousers, and the sound of his voice made my twat twitch with need. But each day my prayers went unanswered, and I'd return home after work even hornier than before. The anticipation was killing me, and he knew it. Then one morning I come into the office to find this note on the desk. "It's your lucky day, bitch. Time to pop that cherry. Go to apartment 12E to wait for you Master. You will do whatever you are told. WHATEVER you are told. Master" I practically run to 12E, my dick pointing the way and my face flushed with desire. I ring the bell and wait. After a few moments I hear movement inside and ring again. "I said, come in." It's a stranger's voice. I check the apartment number again to make sure there is no mistake. I turn the knob and enter. It's an apartment just like my parent's place. The front door leads directly into the living room, where a wall of windows and sliding glass doors lead onto a balcony. In a strange way, it's like coming home. But it's nothing like my home. There are blankets on the floors where rugs should be. There's no artwork on the walls and little furniture, beyond a sofa, a club chair, and a small wooden bench. Full-length mirrors lean against every wall, reflecting the bright lights set up on tripods, temporarily blinding me. In the center of the light a man stands with his back to me, a big man. He's in his forties, tight jeans, tight t-shirt stretched across broad shoulders and huge biceps. He's adjusting one of the tripods and doesn't bother to turn. He utters one word. "Strip." Remembering my master's orders, I drop my overalls to the floor and stand naked before him. "Slim taught you well, boy." "Thank you, Sir." He chuckles a bit as he turns, and I recognize him. "Coach Wiley!" "Well, well. What do we have here? My former wrestling all-star, naked as the day he was born." I try and cover my dick with my hands as I stammer, thinking there must be some mistake. I'm blushing down to my balls. "Hands behind your back, boy!" He circles around me, so close I can smell his aftershave. He leans in so the stubble of his jaw just touches my cheek, and he whispers in my ear. "This sure is a sweet surprise. Slim never told me who his new bitchboy was." He reaches down and swats at my hard dick. "Can't say I'm surprised. You always seemed a little too happy about being pinned on the mat." He walks over to the sofa and sits, spreading his legs and taking a swig from a beer bottle he picks up off the floor. "Not sure what Slim sees in a skinny little runt like you though. Turn around and show me that ass." I turn. Coach Wiley motions to the floor in front of him. He starts to unzip. "We've got some time before Slim shows up. Might as well start blowing me, kid." I kneel obediently in front of him, hands behind my back, as I've been taught. I take his cockhead gently between my lips, and my tongue twirls instinctively around it. In three years of high school wrestling, I never imagined for a minute I'd be on my knees sucking Coach Ed Wiley's cock. Shit, if you'd told me that just two weeks ago, I would have fucked you up. Where is this coming from? What's happened to me: me, a straight jock from a good family who was always so damn hot for pussy? What makes me suddenly so hungry for cock? What makes me so desperate for my boss's approval and so hungry for him to fuck me? How can one big black cock turn me into such a simpering, subservient cumhole overnight? What's happening to me? Shit, Coach's cock sure is hard. And, damn, it sure tastes good. Fuck, Coach is one hot motherfucker. With them salty, sweaty, ripe balls just hanging there, full up with come. Big fucking manballs nuzzling up against my chin while I suck hard. Fuck this feels so damn good. So damn right. Coach leans back and takes another swig of beer. "That's the way, bitch. Slim taught you good. Pretty cocksucking lips locked around my pole." I start going to town on him. Gonna give him the blow of a lifetime. Long stroking him with my throat, trying not to cough as his thick dick slides past my windpipe. Shit, that gets him going. "Aw, fuck, baby. That's the way. That's the way. Get down on that dick, boy." His cock isn't as long as Mr. Slim's, but it's wide and solid and more than a mouthful. Soon he's got one hand around my head and driving it home. "Shake that ass while you suck me, bitch. Show Coach how hungry that boyhole is." My ass is already in the air, and I start swaying from side to side. My dick is hard and bouncing against my thighs. Coach stretches out his left leg, pushing a booted foot between my thighs and tapping his toe against my balls as I suck him. "Keep it up boy. Just like that. Grind that pussy against my leg, bitch." I straddle his left leg, rubbing my aching cock and quivering twat against the denim. "That's the way baby. Hump Coach's leg. Hump it like a horny bitch in heat." The feeling of my dick against his jeans is like heaven, and I know if I don't stop soon, I'll be cumming. He reaches down and starts tweaking my tits between his thumb and forefinger. It sends my humping into overdrive. "That's the way. Show Coach how horny you are, baby. Coach wants to make you cum. Wants to make his horny puppy happy. "Please Sir, I can't come. Please stop." "Not yet, baby. Daddy wants to see that little boydick start spurting." "Please, Sir, no. I can't." "You'll do what you are told, bitch. That's what your master ordered, ain't it?" "Yes Sir." "Alright then, baby. Gonna count down from three. When I get down to one, I expect to see that little peter popping off. Three!" My dick gives a jump and my balls start to tighten. His nipple twisting goes into overdrive. "Two." My cockhead starts to grow. I'm so close I can't stop. Fuck it. Two weeks. I need to come so bad. "One." I pull back off his leg and grab my dick just as it starts spraying. Streams of cockmilk shoot up and out, covering my hand and his leg and the floor. My head goes back, and I howl. His foot comes up to my forehead and pushes me backwards onto the floor, my cock still spewing as I collapse. "What the fuck is this?" Mr. Slim is standing in the doorway. "You fucking little faggot. What the fuck do you think you're doing?" "Please Sir, Coach made me . . ." "Shut up, bitch. Shit, I'm gonna bust that ass wide open." He grabs me by one leg and throws me over like a rag doll onto my stomach. One hand comes up over his head and down onto the flank of my ass. I holler as he starts beating my asscheeks with his open palm. Coach drops to the floor and locks my head between his arm and chest, holding me prone as Mr. Slim brutalizes my backside. "Tie the boy to the bench, Ed. Gonna teach this bitch how to behave." Slim throws me onto the bench and Coach makes quick work of tying my legs down. Then my arms. I bound down, with my ass up and burning. "Poor stupid bitch." SLAP "Couldn't keep your hands off that dick." SLAP "Couldn't wait for your fucking." SLAP "Please Sir, I'm sorry." SLAP "I tried to train you nice, boy." SLAP "I gave you a chance. But now I'm gonna have to train you the hard way. SLAP SLAP SLAP "Gonna teach you to obey your master." SLAP "Get the camera ready, Ed. Time for the Big Show." Mr. Slim storms out of the apartment, slamming the door. The only sounds to be heard in the apartment now are my whimpers and my crying. Coach pulls off his sweaty t-shirt and wipes the tears from my face. Then he stuffs the shirt into my mouth. "Don't cry baby, this is your lucky day, remember? Just think, in a few minutes you'll finally get your fucking. And I'm gonna get it all on tape." Coach raises the camera and starts filming. "Sure is one hot little pussy. Shake that sweet red ass for me, baby." His hand strikes with a loud slap that causes me to yelp. "I said, shake your twat for the camera, bitch." Although I'm bound, I can just barely move my backside. I'm shivering with fear and--yes--anticipation. "That's the way baby. Hot little bitchboy ready for breeding." After just a few minutes, I hear the door open accompanied by an unfamiliar sound, like the tapping of tiny nails on the floor. Coach comes around to point the camera in my face just as a cold wet tongue swipes across my face. Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh shit no. I start twisting and turning my body, pulling against the ropes as a huge hairy mutt licks my face and brushes his shaggy body against mine. I can feel his tail thwacking against me as he wags happily. "Look at the camera, baby. We want everybody to see the happy, horny little bitchboy. Ready for your fucking, baby?" With my mouth gagged, there's little I can do to beg or plead. This can't be happening. The dog circles around me a few times, his muzzle is now down and his ears are back. He's a big mutt, black and brown, with a huge head and powerful mottled brown hindlegs. His tail has stopped wagging. The tawny tip is pointed to the floor. He's all business. He knows what I'm here for. He knows I'm his new hole. "Struggle all you want, kid. Big Show likes it a little rough, don't ya, boy." I gasp and shiver when that cold tongue swipes across my ass. "That's right, Big Show. Slim's found you a new pussy. Get on up in there, boy. Give the bitch a good breeding. Up, boy. Up." The dog's front paws come down on my back, slipping off my sides and scratching me as he tries to balance. I can feel the fur of his belly against my thighs as he tries to mount again and again. I'm twisting my body violently to stop him, which only makes him more determined. Mr. Slim steps in front of me and kneels down, taking my chin in his hand and squeezing hard. He looks into my eyes with a cold, inhuman stare. "Do NOT move again, boy. You will take your fucking like a good bitch, or I will whip your ass raw and beat the cum right out of those tiny boyballs with my belt. Understand me?" Big Show jumps up again, he steadies himself and balances for a split second. Then his dick pierces my hole and he starts jumping and jabbing uncontrollably. My screams are muffled, but must still fill the room. Big Show keeps punching forward frantically, each inch of his dick burns as it digs and drills its way inward. It feels over a foot or more, and so wide that my asslips are stretched and almost splitting wide open. "Shit, that's fucking hot, Slim. Love watching Big Show breed." "Be sure and get the kid's face, Ed. Gonna love seeing the look in the boy's eyes when that knot pops in." Big Show is humping and hopping and pushing hard against my hole, driving that dogdick deeper. It goes on forever, as though it's growing longer and longer with every fuckthrust. Finally I feel him bottoming out. His balls bump up against my backside just as my ass is starting to adjust and the pain starts to subside. If I'm lucky this will be over in a few seconds. But I'm not that lucky. "Starting to feel good, ain't it, boy? Finally got that tiny boytwat stuffed. Don't it feel just as good as you thought? Ain't it just like you always wanted?" Mr. Slim's voice is cruel and drips with sarcasm: He's taken my beautiful dream of being fucked by my Master and perverted it into this nightmare of getting dog-raped in front of him. But as dirty and degrading as it is to be bound and fucked by my Master's big-dicked dog, Mr. Slim is right about one thing: It DOES feel good. It feels so damn good. So hard. So hot. So fucking right. That big horny dogcock is hitting secret spots deep inside that make me shiver. My body is tingling, and sweet stimulating sensations are sweeping back and forth from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. When my cries turn to moans, my Master pulls the gag from my mouth. "That's the way, bitch. Got you primed now. Big ole dogdick sure makes a boypussy feel good, don't it, baby?" "Yes, Sir. Feels so good." Mr. Slim pats my head and laughs. "Don't get too comfortable now. Just you wait. Just you wait. Dumb little bitch. Just you wait." Big Show is whining and growling in my ear. His hot breath stinks, and his snarling snout is sneezing out bits of watery snot and sweat that land coldly on my neck. Soon I start pushing back to meet his thrusts, fucking myself on his fat dogcock, bouncing and swaying to the beat of his fucking. My body is blushing, and my face feels like it's on fire. My pussyhole is burning hottest of all as it sucks him up, devouring that hard dogdick. My own dick is dribbling steadily, and every few minutes a pulse of pure, clear cum pumps out. It is a long, slow cum that makes me groan and drool. Then I feel a new sensation, a thickening at the base of Big Show's cock. I welcome it, wanting even more cock deep inside my boyhole, even more of this hard frantic dogpole buried up inside. But the banging against my pussylips soon starts to sear and sting. My moans turn again to cries as I realize he's forcing a huge knot inside. "Uh, oh, bitch. Big Show's got a surprise for you. Big ole dogknot ready to pop that pussy open. Gonna get it all up in you, like it or not." "Please, Sir. Make it stop. Make it stop." "Stop? Shit no, boy. Teaching you a hard lesson, remember. You getting this, Ed?" "Fuck, yeah, Slim. Hot, hairless boy getting dogknotted for the first time. Shit, gonna sell a million copies of this one." "Hear that, baby boy? Gonna make you a star." The knot pops through my hole, and I nearly pass out from the pain. My head snaps back, striking Big Show under his muzzle. He growls, bears his teeth, and nips at my neck. "Keep still, bitch. Like I told you before. You're hung up now and not going nowhere till my dog is done unloading in you." The pain continues, but Big Show's thrusts are now shorter, and I can feel each hot shot of dogcum blast inside me. My stomach fills from all the fluid being pumped in my pussy. Coach continues to film, coming in close on my backside, where my asslips are locked obscenely around that dogknot. He takes my balls in one hand and gives a tight squeeze. My dick pours out a slick stream of cum. "Mind if I get some head, Slim." "Be my guest, Ed. That's what the bitch is here for, ain't she?" Big Show lifts his right hind leg and starts to turn. His knot is still hung up and he's still pumping cum, but it's clear he's done fucking his new hole. He starts to pull away, nearly dragging me and the bench backwards with him. As I cry out, coach stuffs his hard dick down my throat. Somehow I don't miss a beat as I gobble up his cock. "Shit, Slim, this is one talented bitchboy: A skinny little slut who can suck a good cock while getting dogfucked. I mean, damn that's hot. And his boydick stays hard the whole time. This kid's a fucking natural." "You got that right, Ed. A natural-born dogwhore. Gonna make me a rich man." Master's cellphone rings. "And that's the sound of my money coming home." To all who wrote me recently, thanks for your encouragement and for your patience. I greatly appreciate your comments and suggestions. So, don't be shy. Drop me a line at dvntpuppy@hotmail.com. And check out my other stories: Lucky Bitch and Tommy the Tease.