Date: Wed, 13 Mar 2024 11:08:37 +0000 From: Drugh Bowers Subject: Mitch's Adventures Chapter 4 Mitch's Adventures Chapter 4 This story is set in a world where STDs and sexual injuries don't exist- always play safe in real life. Feel free to email me; I'm always down to talk about any sexy ideas anyone has ;) And thank you kindly to everyone who has already emailed and commented. Donate to nifty here: https://donate.nifty.org/ Beast, MM, Anal, Bukakke Farmer Wallace frowned as he looked the young man up and down. "And... Why did you want to borrow Roland again?" he asked, affectionately stroking St Bernard's head. David looked him dead in the eye, being an expert liar. "My grandad's coming over, and he just loves dogs... He doesn't have long to live, so I thought I'd let him spend time with a lovely boy like Roland." David lied, reaching over to let the dog sniff and lick at his hand. "I was hoping you'd let him see him every weekend. Just until... You know..." Of course, David's grandfather wasn't ill. David and his friends spent the last few weeks training Roland to fuck a sex doll they'd dressed in a t-shirt David had nicked during a tryst at Mitch's house and sprayed with the same brand of deodorant that the drunk slut liked to wear. In the present day, Mitch struggled against Mark and Steve's hands that were keeping his legs apart as the st bernard sniffed up the bed between his thighs. "Oh, god..." Mitch panted and whimpered as the dog moved up towards his spread hole. "You know what, Mitch? I think you've been a good boy tonight..." David said, stroking his long brown hair and purring soothingly. You've earned a whole case of whiskey... maybe even some weed if you do this one thing for us." Mitch blushed and considered. He did like weed, and a whole case of whiskey was a lot to him... But still... Getting fucked by a dog... That was a line he wasn't sure he could uncross... But, still... he did like whiskey and weed... Mitch looked up at David and nodded, stopping his struggle. He jumped as Roland's long, pink tongue began lapping at his opened hole, licking up the three men's cum from his hole, his thighs and the sheets. Mitch shivered as he received his first canine rimjob, finding the feel of the dog's tongue against his battered hole unfamiliar but pleasant. Mitch cooed and relaxed, eagerly taking a hit from the joint that Mark had offered him, melting away into the haze of weed and lust that enveloped his brain. He looked down at the dog between his legs, noticing his lipstick begin to emerge from its sheath... As he stared at the pulsing, pink, lengthening cock, already leaking doggy pre cum, suddenly all Mitch wanted was it in his ass... He liked it more than he'd ever wanted a cock in all his weeks of slutdom... "Please, fuck me!" He begged the dog, panting and moaning, trying to spread his legs as far apart as he could. The four lads laughed uproariously at this display of sluttiness. "Oh my god, he's begging a dog to fuck him!" David managed to get out between chortles. "Well, ask, and you shall receive... Roland? Mount!" He said after composing himself. The canine moved up to place a good, hard lick on Mitch's face, lining his shaft up with his hole. "O-oh!" Mitch cried out as Roland's cock-bone entered him, only to be silenced by Roland pushing his tongue into his mouth, which he eagerly sucked on, too high to feel embarrassed or notice the taste. Mitch whimpered as he sucked on the dog's tongue, groaning as he felt his knot inflate and stretch his already used hole further than it had ever been pushed before. Roland began fucking him in earnest, panting and whining as he experienced the human's hole, the knot battering against the inside of the bound man's ring. Mitch grunted and gasped, shuddering as he felt Roland flood his insides with his doggy load. He cried out and shot his load, soaking the negligee with cum, as Mark unlocked his cock cage. He grinned, blushing as he noticed the four other men stroking their cocks until they covered Mitch in their seed. He squeaked as Roland pulled his knot out of him, causing the vast river of combined loads to leak out and soak the sheets of the mayoral bed. "You did good." David cooed at Mitch, petting his head like a dog. "You're a good girl... who's a good girl?" Roland barked and licked Mitch's face gratefully. "Woof woof..." Mitch woofed sleepily, blushing as he heard the other three taking a photo with their phones, capturing the image of his ravaged form tied to the bed and covered with the cum of four men and a dog. Steve and Tyler unlocked the cuffs and half-carried, half-dragged Mitch to the bathroom, helping him into the shower and watching as he cleaned himself off. David said goodbye to his three friends with enthusiastic fist-bumps and bro hugs before returning to his bedroom. He smirked and laughed as he saw Mitch and Roland curled up asleep on the foot of his bed. He climbed under the duvet, careful not to disturb the two dogs, and smirked. Damn, he had a good bitch.