Date: Wed, 20 Sep 2006 13:32:35 -0400
From: shags.the.dog@hotmail.com
Subject: The Making of a Breeder: Part 1

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.


****************

Roger sat on his front porch in the sweltering heat of the summer afternoon
and watched the young man trudge up the road.  He was a stranger, young,
slight of build with shaggy blond curls, a knapsack and a defeated look.
Three of Roger's Black and Tan coon hounds ran around the house, baying and
leaping at the rail fence.  The boy stopped and spoke to the dogs, and they
immediately quieted, wagging their tails and licking his hand.  He laughed
softly and rubbed long silky ears.

"You lost, boy?"

The boy smiled at Roger.  "Is this the road to Smithville?"

"Nope."

The boy bit his lip as he stared down the road.  "Oh."  He turned and
shrugged.  "Guess I'm lost then."

Roger took his feet off the railing and stood.  "Come on in the shade and
have a beer."

"Thanks."  The boy slipped the pack from his shoulders as he opened the
gate and came up the path, the dogs trotting behind.

Roger gestured the boy to the swing, then disappeared inside, returning
with two frosty sixteen ounce beers.  They tossed the caps in a bucket by
the door and relaxed in the shade, the only sounds the snoring dogs and the
buzz of insects.

"You run away or your folks throw you out?"

"I didn't...." The boy looked up, his blue eyes open wide.  He stared at
Roger's face for a moment.  "They threw me out."

"How long ago?"

"Six months."

Roger grunted and drained his beer.  "Hungry?"

"No."  A loud protesting rumble came from the kid's belly.

"Mm."  Roger tossed the empty into the bucket.  "How long ago you last
eat?"

The boy fidgeted.  "Yesterday morning."  He hung his head.  "I stole some
vegetables from a garden."

"Man's gotta eat."

The boy looked relieved.  "I try to get odd jobs, but they're hard to come
by."

"I guess I could spare you dinner -- if you're willing to work for it."

The boy brightened.  "I'll do anything."

Roger looked the slender youth over.  "Don't look like you're much good for
anything."

The boy flushed.  "I am a city boy, but I can do as I'm told, and I'm
willing."  His chin thrust out stubbornly.  "I don't want charity."

Roger laughed.  "What's your name, boy?"

"Jason."

"Well, Jason, you can start by raking up after the dogs, and mowing the
yard."

Roger went through the house to the back with Jason following.  It was a
small, one story house, neat and clean, though the furnishings were worn,
and the kitchen, when they passed through, was old-fashioned.  Roger talked
easily, telling the boy he'd joined the Army out of high school, done the
time and retired with a full pension.  The house had belonged to his
grandparents and when they had died the previous year and left it to him,
he was more than happy to settle down in the quiet rural community.  As a
boy, he had spent his summers here, and felt completely at home.  He kept a
few dairy goats, some chickens and a garden, and traded the milk, eggs and
produce to the local merchants for most of what he needed.  From time to
time he worked for the contractor in the next town running heavy equipment,
and that, plus his pension, gave him all the funds he needed.

He showed the boy the shed with the tools, put him to work and went to the
barn to tend the animals.

An hour later he was back, and the boy was just finishing up.  Roger
surveyed the job and nodded approvingly.  He grabbed a basket from the back
step and led the boy to the garden, showing him the plants and picking some
tomatoes, cucumbers and green beans for their supper.  He fired up the gas
grill and pulled thick pork chops from the fridge.

Later they sat, full and satisfied on the front porch, watching the sky
darken and the fireflies come out in the tall grass at the side of the
road.  The boy drained another beer and rubbed one of the dog's belly with
his foot.  He'd been introduced the them, of course: old Roy, Fletcher and
the "puppy" Bonkers.

Roger chuckled.  "You better watch it, son.  I don't want no drunk throwing
up in my yard."

"No worry."  Jason gave him a cheeky grin.

"The way you're putting 'em down, your going to have to work half a day
just to pay them off."  Roger sipped his beer.

The boy brightened.  "I can stay here?"  He suddenly looked embarrassed.
"For a bit, I mean.  Or a day, anyway."

"You can stay, Jason, long as you earn your keep and do as you're told."

"Gee, thanks, Roger.  I will, promise."

Roger smiled to himself.

A long-legged form materialized out of the dark and heaved its bulk onto
the porch, heading straight for Roger.  It was an enormous Black and Tan,
well spattered with mud.  "Jake, you poacher, I was starting to worry."
Roger fondled the dog's head and ran his hands over the smooth flanks.
"You haven't been fighting, have you?"

The dog licked his face, then seemed to notice Jason for the first time.
He approached the boy, head up and wary.  Jason held out a hand and spoke
softly to the big dog.  Jake sniffed his hand and allowed the boy to stroke
his ears, then stepped closer and shoved his snout in the boy's crotch.

"Hey there, buddy, we haven't been introduced."  Jason gave a nervous laugh
and tried to gently push the dog away.  A low growl made him freeze.

"Jake, meet Jason.  Jason, that's Jake.  He's friendly enough when he knows
you, but he's the Alpha of the dogs and takes orders from no one but me."

Roger watched as the hound pushed his nose up the loose leg of Jason's
shorts and sniffed deeply.  "He also takes a very "personal" interest in
all the people who come into his home."

Jason hadn't moved since the dog growled, but the prodding muzzle and puffs
of hot, moist air were having their effect on his teen-aged genitals.  A
healthy hard-on was putting a strain on the boy's shorts.  Jake pulled
back, then stood up, placing a massive paw on either side of Jason and
staring straight into his eyes.  Jason stared back and a low growl rumbled
in the broad chest.

"Drop your eyes, boy, he thinks you're challenging him."

Jason immediately dropped his gaze.  It landed squarely on the dog's prick,
protruding red and wet from its sheath.  Jason stared in horrified
fascination.

"Get down, Jake, you're scaring the boy."

With a huff, Jake settled his feet on the floor, then went to the big
stainless steel bowl by the door and drank.  After a long, messy drink, he
flopped down and began licking and prodding at his own cock.  Jason stared
as the cock grew and the dog's movements became more urgent.  One of the
other dogs came over and gave the leaking, swollen cock a timid lick.  Jake
ignored him, nudging furiously at the base of his shaft.  He started to
come and the other dog, Roy it was, licked eagerly, cleaning up the hot
spunk as it spurted out.

Jason watched it all, his eyes huge, his mouth hanging open.

When it was over and Jake stretched out with a groan, Jason, realizing his
mouth was open, closed it with a snap.  He glanced down at his shorts, his
face flaming at the sight of the damp mark his pre-cum was making in the
cotton.

"Don't be shy, boy."  Roger's voice was soft.  "It's a perfectly normal
reaction.  Why don't you take care of it?"

Jason looked as though he were going to pass out from embarrassment.

"Or let one of the dogs."  Roger grinned.  "They give wicked head.  Ever
had a dog lick you?"

Jason could only shake his head, his eyes glued on Roy's lolling tongue.
It looked about a mile long.

"It's all right, Jason.  Nothing unnatural about it.  Here, we'll both do
it."  Roger unzipped his jeans and wiggled them down around his hips
freeing a generous, and very hard, cock.  Jake started to get up, but Roger
put a hand on him and he settled.  "Come on, Jason, let's see it."

Jason gulped and worked his shorts down around his thighs.  "All the way
off, son, give him good access.  Roy?"  The dog was up in an instant,
panting as Jason shoved his shorts all the way off, then leaned back and
spread his legs.  Roger could see him trembling.  "That's right son.  Just
let Roy do his thing.  Bonkers -- here."

There was silence but for the slurping sounds of two eager tongues as they
feasted on cock.  "Lift your legs; put your feet up on the seat."  Roger's
voice was a bit breathless.  Jason did as bidden, exposing his pink hole to
the hound's eager ministrations.  Roy, distracted by the new treat, set to
work trying to force his long muscular tongue up the boys behind, ignoring
the trembling cock.  Jason's head tipped back and gave a loud groan.  Roger
smiled and shifted slightly, giving Bonkers better access.  "Fletcher."  He
gestured toward the boy and the dog went willingly, adding his tongue to
the boy's pleasure by taking over the thorough washing of his cock and
balls.

"Oh, god... I'm going to... fuck!"  Jason's body jerked as he shot his load
onto his belly where it was greedily lapped up.  With a grunt, Roger came
as well, feeding Bonkers his thick seed.

The boy whined and shifted on the swing as the dog tongues worked his over-
sensitive member relentlessly.

"Enough boys."  The dogs sighed and settled on the floor, seemingly
content.

"Holy fucking shit."  A shaking Jason was fumbling his shorts back up over
his slim hips.

Roger chuckled.  "You haven't seen anything yet," he whispered, too softly
for the boy to hear.

~~

Jason slept in the attic that night, and Roger worked him hard the next
day, teaching him to help repair the roof of the barn where shingles and a
board had come loose in the last storm.  By the end of the day, Jason was
worn out and sporting blisters and a sunburn, but proud of his
accomplishments.  Roger had praised him liberally and the boy obviously
thrived on it.  They had washed up side-by-side at the sink, cooked the
dinner and cleaned up the kitchen as a team.  A light rain had started to
fall, so they sat in the living room with their after-dinner beers.

Jake came over to Jason and put his paws up on the chair.  Jason instantly
dropped his eyes, then brought up a shy hand and stroked the big dog's
ribs.  Jake licked his face, and butted his forehead against Jason's chest.

"What does he want?"  Jason laughed as Jake whined and put a paw on his
shoulder.

"He wants to fuck you."

"What?!?"  Jason looked out from under the dog's leg, then dropped his eyes
to Jake's cock.  It was protruding out a couple of inches from his sheath.
"But...."

"He's likely to get impatient soon."  As if on cue, Jake growled and butted
Jason again.

"Oh, no."  Jason whispered and tried to push the dog away.  A deep snarl
and display of teeth stopped him.  "Roger...."

"What?"

"You don't think...."

"I do think, boy, and so does Jake.  Now you said you'd do as you were
told, so I'm telling you, get down on your hands and knees and let the dog
fuck you."  Jake growled again.  "Before he bites you."

Shaking, looking from Roger to the dog, Jason stood and shoved his shorts
down.  He toed off his sneakers and kicked the clothes away, then
hesitantly walked to the middle of the rug.  "I've never...."

"It's OK, boy, Jake has.  Just get down on all fours."  Jason did and Jake
started working him over with his tongue.

Jason couldn't help a groan as Roger knelt beside him.  "That's right,
you're going to like this."  He stroked the boy's back and shoulders.
"Just relax and let him do his thing.  When he ties you, don't panic.  You
won't get hurt if you don't fight him."

Jason whimpered as Jake's long tongue pushed its way inside him.  Roger
slipped a hand under Jason's belly and stroked his stiff cock.  "Good boy.
Jake just wants to make you his bitch.  You won't mind that, will you?"
His voice was soft and reassuring.  Jason groaned, his eyes closing in
pleasure, and Roger smiled.  "Fuck him, Jake."

The big dog responded instantly, mounting the boy and clasping his front
legs around the boy's ribs.  His bony cock stabbed at the boy's behind,
seeking its target.  Roger reached around, gripped the base of Jake's
sheath and guided the big prick to the right spot.  Feeling his cock
sliding in, Jake humped madly, his hips pistoning frantically, driving his
big dogcock deeper and deeper inside the boy's virgin ass.  Jason let out a
long wail as he was stretched mercilessly.  "That's good, Jason.  He's
inside you now.  Feel how hard his cock is?  How hot?  You're his bitch,
now, he's breeding you.  You like that, don't you."  Roger kept up a steady
stream of filth as he grabbed something from the end table and fumbled it
around the boy's neck.  "This is your collar."  He whispered and Jason made
a choking sound.  "You're one of my dogs now; my bitch, to breed as I
please."  Jake's cock was swelling, the knot at the base of his penis
engorging and banging against Jason's rear.  Roger laid a hand on Jake's
back and gave a hard shove down, forcing the knot inside the boy.  Jason
screamed, his hands sliding on the braided rug.  Jake gripped tighter with
his front legs and pumped so hard his back legs came clean off the floor.
Jason was struggling.  Roger grabbed the collar and yanked him up, twisting
it viciously.  "Don't fight -- you'll tear yourself open."  Jason gasped and
clawed at the collar restricting his windpipe.  Roger released it, grabbing
the kid's arms and steadying him.  Jake gave a few more spasmodic jerks,
then slumped over the boy's back, relaxing as his engorged cock shot jet
after jet of hot dog cum deep in the boy's guts.  Roger ran a hand under
Jason's belly and stroked him just below his naval.  "God, I can feel his
knot in you, swelling your belly.  You really are his bitch now.  When he
pulls out of you, his seed with run down your legs."
  He stroked Jason gently.  "You liked it didn't you?"

The boy was sweating, his head hanging between his arms.

"Jason?"  Roger's voice held a hint of warning, but the boy didn't answer.
Jake grunted and heaved himself off the boy, pulling his still large knot
free.  Jason yelped, then stilled, staring at the floor, his own cock still
hard and leaking.  Roger sat back on his heels and considered the boy.  He
was stubborn, and Roger didn't think he had fully accepted his position in
the pack.  "Roy.  Fuck him."

The boy's head snapped up, but before he could move, Roy had landed on his
back, thrusting furiously.  Roger guided his cock in and grabbed a handful
of Jason's hair to keep him still.  "Too good for the pack, boy?  I guess
you'll need a harder lesson than I thought."  Jason grunted, then screamed
as Roger forced Roy's knot into his abused ass.  "You will learn Jason.
You are the lowest of the pack, the bitch.  You will be fucked whenever and
wherever any of the pack want to take you.  Understand?"  He gave the blond
hair a tug.  "If one of the dogs so much as sniffs your ass, you are to
drop on all fours and take him up that pretty-boy ass of yours, got it?
It's not your ass anymore, it's the pack's, and your are the fuck bitch,
you got it?"

Jason screamed and came, shooting his load on the rug beneath his belly.
Roy gave a few final thrusts, then sighed and lay still.  Fletch came over
and started licking at Jason's dangling cock.  Jason hissed in pain, but
made no protest as the strong tongue worked him over.  "That's good."
Roger whispered.  "You're learning you belong to us."  Roy finally slid
off, pulling his knot out with a sucking sound.  Cum ran down Jason's legs
in thick rivulets.

"Fletch, fuck him."

"Noooo."  Jason wailed as another dog cock found its target and drove home.
His ass was on fire and the hot cum was doing nothing to put it out.

"Not liking it yet?"  Roger pushed the knot in.  "You should see yourself."
Roger crooned.  "Your back has beautiful red welts from the dogs claws, and
your ass is gaping open, sucking in dog cock for all it's worth.  Look,
your cock is hard again.  You're our bitch, our plaything, our fuck-toy.
That's all you've ever wanted, isn't it.  To belong, to be fucked and
fucked until the cum runs out of you and you can't walk straight.  To
spread your legs and take cum deep in your guts until you're so full you
can taste it."

Jason was crying when Fletcher finished and walked away without a backward
glance.  Bonkers barked and whined, prancing around the room, his monster
cock swinging below his belly.

"You see that?"  Roger pulled Jason's head around.

"Please."  Jason whispered.

"Oh, yes, you'll have him."  Roger intentionally misunderstood.  "He's the
biggest, but also the youngest, so he has to go last.  Just as well,
really, to let the others stretch you out a bit, slick you up with cum.
Bonk!  Fuck him."

Bonkers lunged at Jason, mounting him from the side.  Roger guided the
young dog around and lined up his cock with the now gaping, leaking hole.
The dog thrust in joyfully, grunting his pleasure as his knot sank in
without help.  It was huge, by far the biggest, but Jason's hole had been
stretched so far he hardly noticed when it slipped in with a squelching
noise, causing cum to squirt out around it.  Soon, however, it had swelled
enough that nothing could leak out of Jason's ass, and the boy's belly
swelled with dog cock and dog cum.  Roger messaged it gently.  "Good dog,
good bitch."  Jason shivered and moaned, pushing back against the punishing
hips.  Roger laughed as he stroked the boy's stiff cock.  "I knew it!  I
knew you were a born bitch.  A cock slut if there ever was one."

Bonkers finished before Jason, and Roger let the boy keep his hard-on while
the dog pumped over a cup of hot cum into the boy's loaded gut.  When he
dismounted, the cum literally gushed from the boy, and he groaned in
relief, obviously thinking his ordeal was over.  He started to struggle to
his feet when Roger laughed and pushed him back down.  "Not yet, slut.  The
Alpha hasn't had his turn.  Though you may not even notice, given the state
of your ass."  His rigid cock slipped in easily, pushing enough cum out to
soak his balls.  "Oh, god, you are so hot.  Not too tight, at the moment,
but that will fix itself."  He thrust in and out at a leisurely pace,
enjoying the soaking wet feel of all the dog cum.  "You like being my bitch
any better now, boy?"

Jason moaned and pushed back into him, so he reached around and fisted the
boy's cock roughly.  Jason arched his back and humped enthusiastically
forward into Roger's fist, then back onto his cock.  "Slut."  Roger purred
into his ear.  "Bitch.  Fuck-toy.  You belong to us, and we are going to
fuck you raw.  You'll have cum running down your legs all the time and will
have to eat standing up.  You're going to learn to suck the dogs off, too."
Jason moaned.  "That's right.  You'll have dog cum running out both ends of
you and you'll love it.  You'll be a true cum slut, wanting nothing else
for breakfast, lunch and dinner, and spreading your legs for any cock
within fifty feet.  And in case you haven't figured it out," Roger grunted
as he drove into the boy.  "I'll be barebacking you.  Breeding you, anytime
I want."  He came with a cry, adding his load to the sea of dog spunk
inside the boy.  Jason yelled, dumping his own load on top of the first one
on the rug.

Roger watched the boy fall over on his side, eyes closed, cum squelching
out of him.  He was covered in dog hair and sweat and cum, and looked
beautiful.  Roy came over and nudged Jason, then licked his flank.  Roger
patted him.  "I know you want to clean him up, buddy, but I think I will
this time."

He gathered the semi-conscious boy up in his arms and carried him to the
bathroom.  Running the water as hot as he could stand it, he filled the
tub, then lowered the boy into the steaming bath.  Jason revived a bit, and
sat up as Roger gently washed him all over.  When he was done, he toweled
the unresisting boy off, then carried him to his own room.

"You're my bitch now.  You'll sleep in my bed tonight."

Jason murmured in his sleep and burrowed his face into his pillow.

~~

The next morning, Jason was still dead asleep when Roger rose.  The kid was
worn out; first, a hard day's work, then a hard evening's fucking.  Roger
nudged him.  "Come on, Jason.  Time to get up."

The kid groaned and stretched as he rose.  Roger was waiting when he came
back from the bathroom.  He gestured.  "Turn around and bend over the bed."

The kid went pale under his sunburn, but obeyed.

"Good boy."  Roger stroked his back.  "I'm just going to put some ointment
on that poor abused cunt hole of yours."

Jason sighed and relaxed, spreading his legs and leaning heavily on the
side of the bed.  The welts from the dog claws had disappeared but for a
few light traces, and there were only two that had broken the skin.  He'd
have to give them a nail trim this evening.  "Put your head down and spread
your cheeks."

The boy complied and drew a hissing breath as Roger's ointment covered
finger touched his swollen hole.

"That hurt?"

"Just cold."  Jason was relaxing under the gentle messaging touch.

"You do have the sweetest little boycunt.  I know why the dogs are crazy
about you."  He scooped out a large dollop of the soothing cream and
slipped a finger inside the boy.  He spread the ointment around, then slid
another finger in beside it, pushing deep.  Jason groaned and leaned back
into his hand.  "Fuck, but you're a hot little bitch.  Feels like you're
trying to suck my whole hand inside."  He started finger fucking the boy.
"That what you want, whore?  Bonkers not enough for you?  You want my fist
up your pretty little behind, stretching you wide?"  Jason whimpered, but
kept thrusting his hips back, his stiff cock bobbing in the cool morning
air.

"Shit."  Roger chuckled as he slid his cut-offs down his hips.  "I was
going to give you a break today, but you don't want one, do you?  You want
your ass reamed right now."  Roger's straining manhood slipped easily into
Jason's well lubed hole.  The boy cried out as the large slab of meat
stretched his abused chute.  "You are the hottest bitch I've even had, you
know that?  Look at you, fucked bloody just a few hours ago and already
begging for it again."

"Yes, yes... oh god, fuck me... Roger, fuck me hard."

Roger picked up the pace of his thrusting hips, rutting the boy's hole
mercilessly.  "Cum bitch.  I've gonna breed you."  With a growl, he
unloaded in the boys grasping, clenching hole, then reached around and
fisted the boy hard.  It only took a couple of strokes before the boy was
screaming, his muscles spasming around Roger's cock, milking out the last
of the juices.

~~

The dogs met them in the kitchen, dancing around, begging for breakfast.
Jason fed them while Roger started an omelet for the two of them.  Jason
was trying to get to the food bowls, but the dogs were crowding him,
reaching for the food.  He tried telling them to sit, to wait in a line as
they had the night before, but they didn't listen.

"Manners, boys."  Roger growled and the dogs instantly went to the far wall
and sat in a prim row.  Jason looked frustrated.

"They're not going to listen to you Jason.  You're they're fuck bitch,
lowest member of the pack.  You haven't a chance in hell of making them do
something they don't want."

Jason finished filling the bowls, moved aside and gave the dogs the OK.
They surged ahead as one, wolfing the food.

"Now that, they wanted to do."  Roger laughed as he scrambled eggs.  "Time
comes when you want some dog cock, they'll probably oblige you -- if you ask
real nice."

Jason just shook his head and opened the door for the dogs to stream out
into the fresh morning air.  The men ate in easy silence, and were washing
up when there was a bark at the screen door.  Jason opened it and the four
hounds loped in, all wagging tales and lolling tongues.  Jason smiled and
patted the gleaming heads and flanks.  Jake stood up on his hind legs and
put his paws on Jason's shoulders.  Before the boy could react, Roger
spoke.  "Not today, Jake."  The dog hesitated and Roger growled.  "I said
leave him."

The big hound got down, looking accusingly at Roger, his hips pumping air.

"See how he's taken to you?"  Roger dried his hands on a towel.  "You're
his bitch, all right."  He gestured to the floor.  "Sit down, boy."  They
sat cross-legged on the floor and Jake sidled up to them, almost stepping
in Jason's lap.  "Ever jack off a dog?"

Jason shook his head, but his hands were already stroking Jake's haunches.

"Well, you can't be leaving the poor fellow humping air, so here."  He took
Jason's hand and placed it far back on Jake's sheath.  "Feel the knot?
Stay behind that.  Go on, jerk him."

Jason gave a few gentle tugs on the furry sheath.

"Harder, boy.  Don't you remember how he fucked you?"  Roger closed his
hand over Jason's and gripped, tugging hard on the dogs member.  Jake
immediately arched his back and pumped into their hands.  "That's right,
good firm strokes, just like that.  You're gonna make the perfect dog
whore, you know that?  That's right."  The big cock was completely extended
and flopping back and forth.  Jason reached forward to steady it.  "Yessss.
That's right.  You ever suck a dog?  No?"  Roger chuckled.  "You'll learn.
You'll be the best fuck bitch in three counties."
  Jake whined and stopped humping, his cock shooting hot jets onto the
floor.  Roy came over and started to clean up, first the floor, then his
Alpha's cock.  Jake sighed contentedly and flopped on the floor, rolling on
his side and lifting his leg to give Roy free access to his still swollen
member.

Jason jerked all the dogs off that evening, lying on the floor with them,
watching TV and pumping their cocks whenever they came and stood over him.

"Whore."  Roger's voice was husky as he watched Jason finish off Jake for
the second time.

Jason looked up, then crawled over to Roger, eyes fixed on the bulge in his
jeans and a smile on his face.

"Let's see how you do sucking mancock."

Jason got comfortable between Roger's knees, and when the older man freed
his cock, the boy circled the head once with his tongue, then with a groan,
slid the entire shaft into his mouth.

Roger gasped and thrust up into Jason's hot mouth.  "Fuckin' son of a
bitch!
  You are a whore, aren't you boy?  Damn, I haven't felt a mouth like that
in years."  He reached down and knotted his fist in the loose blond curls.
"You suck me good, now, slut.  Take it all, that's right... use your
tongue... fuck, yeah...  you're a born cunt."  He thrust harder, pulling
the boy's head down onto his engorged meat.  "I'm gonna come down your
throat, bitch, and you swallow every drop, hear?  Oh, sweet mother...."
With a strangled cry, Roger buried his cock deep in Jason's throat and held
it there, shooting his hot seed directly into the boy's stomach.  He held
the boy's face against his groin until he was done, then released him.
Jason sat back with a cough and drew a huge breath into his starved lungs.
Roger ran a finger down the soft cheek.  "You are one sweet dog bitch, you
know that?"

Jason smiled.  "What about me?  Everybody's gotten off but me and I'm about
to explode."

Roger smiled at him, eyeing his crotch.  "So I see.  Strip off your shorts,
lie back and pull your legs up."

Jason did as directed, his eyes shining in anticipation.  Roy and Fletcher
immediately rose and went over to him, sniffing his cock and ass with great
interest.  Roy settled between his thighs and started doing his best to
work his entire tongue up Jason's man cunt.  Jason groaned and Fletcher
started working on his balls.  After just a few minutes, Jason was shaking
and whining.  "My cock, why the fuck don't they lick my cock."

Roger laughed, slipped to his knees and moved beside Jason.  Putting a hand
on Jason's thigh, he lowered the leg closest to him, bent over and licked
up the underside of the boy's cock.

"Shit!  Yeah, please!"

Roger sucked the boy meat into his mouth in one go, working it with his
tongue and nipping gently with his teeth.  Jason screamed and shot his load
into Roger's mouth at once.  Roger milked him with his mouth, then, when he
boy was limp and gasping, waved the dogs away and leaned over the boy's
face.  He claimed his mouth in a harsh kiss, forcing his tongue between the
boys teeth and feeding him back his own speed.  Jason grunted in surprise,
then sucked and lapped at Roger's mouth, getting every last trace of
himself.

Roger sat back on his heels and looked at the naked panting boy stretched
out on the floor in front of him.  "Yup, you are one fine bitch."  He
stroked the boy's belly.  "And you're all mine."

~~

... to be continued.