Date: Tue, 23 May 2023 15:00:00 +0000 From: DVNT Puppy Subject: The Trouble Twins, Part 4 The Trouble Twins Part 4 Warning: If sex featuring ADULT men and their dogs turns you off, don't read the following. Don't forget to donate to Nifty (https://donate.nifty.org/) to keep this site running. So, that's how it started. And I won't lie. It's been pretty good having the twins in my life. Lucrative, even. They say raising kids is expensive, but my two boysluts have brought me in a shit-ton of money. Apart from the whoring, the live streaming and videos rake in so fucking much money it's unreal. Crazy what guys will pay to watch twins fucking each other and getting dogfucked on camera. I've got a surprise "puppy party gang-bang" lined up for the boys next weekend, and that's gonna be one hell of a payday. We're filming tonight. Got one of our regulars scheduled. Marcus. He's bringing along a mate. A guy called "Smoke." They're both bringing their dogs. And money. I lock up Rocky in his crate, so he won't get jealous, and answer the door. Marcus is in his 50s. Tall. Fit. Former military. Probation officer in town. I swear, LEOs are the boys' biggest customer base. His mutt is a rottie mix called Ranger. The boys have taken Ranger's knot plenty of times and can't get enough. Dog's got a big 'ole dick, a hefty sack and sure knows how to fuck. Makes the kids' clits squirt like crazy. Smoke is a tall, wiry guy. Boricua, I think. Maybe 30. Slim but muscled. Looks like he's fresh out of prison. He's got a shaved head and is covered in tattoos. Neck tats. Ring tats on his fingers. Shit. Some of these look like gang signs. Good thing Marcus vouched for the guy. Smoke is seriously scary. When I get a look at Smoke's dog, Chulo, I almost call the whole thing off. I mean, Chulo is big. Too big. Makes my boy Rocky look like the runt of the litter. Chulo is fucking massive. Muscled. Solid. Glad he's on a choke collar. Damn mutt looks deadly. But, you know, my boys like big dogs. Big brutal fuckers. And Chulo's got this short-haired, glossy dark coat, the kind that always looks hot covering the boys on camera. And the money is good. So I figure, fuck it. Why not? One of the twins' holes might be out of commission for a couple days. Big fucking deal. Boypussies are real resilient. You can stretch the shit out of them and they just snap right back. And besides, the twins have been looking forward to this all day. Don't want to disappoint them. Shit, the way I spoil these two brats, I should win father of the year, right? So I invite them all inside and take them out to the garage playroom. When we pass through the kitchen, I hand the men some beers and a couple ski masks, in case they're camera shy. Something tells me Smoke needs to keep his nose clean for the next 18 months or so. And to tell you the truth, the twins get off on taking anon dick. It's an extra-special treat. Really makes them feral. There I go, spoiling them again. The boys are ready in the garage playroom. On all fours, side by side on their mats. Heads down, backs arched, and pussies pointing right at us. Picture-perfect breeding position. They've taken the plugs out, but Billy has his fingers jammed up his greedy fucking boytwat. The dick-hungry brat just couldn't wait. Always love to see them horned up like this though, wiggling around on their play mats, wagging their boy-butts in the air and begging for their fucking. I take a quick spin around the room to adjust the cameras and lights. "You boys ready to play?" "Yes, Daddy." "Please, Daddy. Hurry. We've been waiting so long." When Marcus and Smoke unleash their dogs, Ranger bounds forward first, like a frisky pup. His docked tail is wagging a mile-a-minute. He starts sniffing Buddy's backside right away. He pushes his nose into Buddy's crack and the boy squeals. "Oooh, that's so cold! " "That's Ranger," I tell him. "Oh, it's Ranger. Hi-ya Ranger. Hi-ya boy." "Aw shucks, Buddy. You're so lucky. Ranger has such a fat dick. I hope I get a big stud, too." "I think you might be in luck tonight, Billy." "Oh, goody!" Chulo takes it slow, approaching Billy from the rear. He is cautious and deliberate: tail pointed down, ears back. After a few moments Chulo sniffs tentatively in the air behind the boy's flank. Instinctively Billy looks down and drops his head, showing proper respect for his superior and declaring his subservience to his stud. The kid might be dumb, but when it comes to catching dog dick, Billy knows what he's doing. I guess some things just come natural to a boy. "Say 'hello' to Chulo, Billy." "Hi, Chulo." He whispers nervously into the mat. "Hi-ya boy." Ranger is now happily and greedily lapping away at Buddy's crack. He's not wasting time priming that puss. Buddy moans, but when he looks over at his brother he lets out a gasp. "Holy shit, Billy. That dog. Holy shit." You can't miss the trepidation in Billy's eyes. I mean, the boy doesn't know it yet, but Chulo dwarfs this kid. Fuck. Billy looks like a kitten about to get fucked by a bull. He doesn't look up, but Billy can sense the bulk of the hulking animal near his body. And the damn dog is casting a shadow across half the room. My boy doesn't move a muscle, remaining still despite his dread -- the absolute embodiment of obedience and submissiveness. Chulo moves calmly and intently. His eyes fixate on Billy's upturned asscheeks. He lowers himself closer to the ground, a predator stalking its prey. The anticipation of being bred is almost more than Billy can bear. He's shivering with excitement and with fear. He spreads apart the puffy, enflamed lips of his pussy with his fingertips, exposing the satiny pink folds inside. His boyhole opens and closes spasmodically, aching with dick-hungry desire, silently begging for Chulo to breed it. Billy's lust starts to overcomes his fear, and my brave boy calls out softly. "Are you my sexy stud, Chulo? Are you my sexy, sexy stud dog?" Chulo's ears perk at the sound of his name. He tilts his head to the side, lifts a front paw and tentatively pats at the play mat. But still he doesn't pounce. The scent from the boys' pussies and their seductive cooing is having an effect though. Both dogs are starting to show. Ranger's dick is looking red and sharpish, peeking out from the sheath. Chulo's hog has slipped out a good 6 inches with no sign of stopping. Chulo's dogdick is almost as thick as a beer can. Poor Billy. That's gonna sting. Marcus leans in close to Smoke and whispers. "Damn, Broki, that dog is hung." Smoke smiles, nodding over at Chulo. "Acho. El Bichote." Ranger is the first to go. He's up on Buddy's back and jabbing his dick like a maniac. Buddy's wet and ready, so his wide-open slot eats the dogcock right up. Smoke is pissed his dog isn't buried balls-deep in boyhole yet. His patience has run out. He whistles and points to Chulo. "Mira. Chulo. Chinga. Fuck it. Fuck it!" Billy's patience has also reached its limit. He can't wait any longer. His desire to be dogfucked is an unbearable agony. The need has made him frantic and frenzied with lust. It has transformed him. He's a boybitch in full heat. He starts to beg. "Please, Chulo. Please fuck . . ." Before Billy can finish, Chulo hurls himself onto the boy's back, impaling him in one ferocious thrust. Billy screams, but Chulo doesn't notice or care. He's already pounding the kid's tender pussy like some unstoppable monster, battering the boy's insides, beating and bashing apart the boy's helpless hole. Chulo is punching into Billy's cunt so hard that the play mat is scooting across the floor. When I try pulling it back, the damn dog lurches at my arm, bearing his teeth. Ranger ducks down, dodging Chulo's snapping jaws. Even Marcus flinches. Smoke just looks on indifferently, casually sipping his beer, bored by the sight of his dog ripping apart another worthless boytwat. Billy's screams intensify as Chulo's dick pummels its way through his guts, tearing up his cunt and wrecking it. Fuck. Billy's crying and wailing loud enough to wake the neighbors. Marcus looks pissed. He points at Billy, beer in hand, and nods over at me. "Hey, man. Can't you shut her up? Ranger's trying to nail some pussy, but this other dumb bitch won't stop hollerin'." I pick up Buddy's stained briefs from the garage floor and toss them to Billy. "Stuff these in you mouth, Billy. Bite down. Bite down and take your fucking like a good boy." I grab the hand-held camera and get in close to the action. Billy's hole looks like it's about to split open from the size of Chulo's dick. The knot is already pumped, and I swear it's like a fat fucking melon slamming against Billy's stretched slot. I hope the kid can take it. I mean, I don't want to give Smoke his money back. Billy better open that hole up real wide and real fast. Meanwhile, Buddy's such a greedy dogwhore he's reaching back with one hand trying to stuff Ranger's knot up inside his cunt. Happy as a pig in shit. Just grinnin' from ear to ear. Ranger always hits a boy's sweet spot, and when he does, he grinds his dick against it until the slut is out of her mind and speaking in tongues. Buddy spreads his knees and lifts his left leg so Ranger can drive in deeper. This kid's such a fucking pro. Knows all the tricks. Buddy's boyclit is steadily dripping and dribbling, and you can tell he's approaching the gates of faggot paradise. Damn dog sure knows what a boy needs. I bring the camera up to Buddy's face. He holds up two fingers in a "V" and gives me a big smile, like it's a fucking Instagram pic. He's such a goofy little shit sometimes. "Hi, Daddy." "Hi baby. Is that good?" "Mmmmmm. So good, Daddy. Mmmmmm. He's fucking me so good." I turn the camera on Billy and he's wincing and whining and clawing at the play mat, like his ass is on fire. The annoying yelps and yips are still escaping from his mouth, but at least they're muffled by his brother's briefs. The dogs are not complaining. Chulo's head is high and pointed to the garage ceiling. He's got Billy clamped tight around the waist and he's driving that huge dick without mercy. This fucking mutt is relentless. Savage. Sadistic. Ranger has his head down low, close to Buddy's face. He's huffing and puffing in Buddy's ear and has a look of concentration. Determined to unload inside. Ranger gives a hard jump and -- boom -- his knot jams itself up Buddy's cunt. Buddy groans and a dribble of piss squeezes from his boyclit. When Chulo knots Billy, my boy cries out so loud his brother's briefs fall out of his mouth. He drops his head down and bites into the scrap of stained cotton lying in a damp heap on the mat. Almost feel sorry for him. You know? But mostly glad I won't have to give Smoke his money back. "Keep your head up, Billy. Face front." Billy lifts his head and tries to put on a brave face despite the tears streaming from his eyes. "Smile for the camera, Billy. That's the way. Big smile for Daddy." Billy's face is red and contorted. He's gasping and drooling and making guttural, animalistic grunts and shrieks. I wad up Buddy's briefs and stuff them back in Billy's mouth to dampen all the noise he's making. Usually I'd give him a pat on the head to show him how proud he's making his old man, but I don't want to lose my arm. "That's the way, baby. Eat up that fucking dogknot. That's Daddy's good boy." I pan the camera back to Buddy. He's drifting away on a cloud of pure ecstasy, floating off into some ethereal dreamland. Quietly sighing, lost in a world where there is only him and the dog fucking him. "Feeling good, Bud?" "Mmmm. Daddy. So good. So good. So good." With both boys successfully knotted, I can finally take a quick sip of beer. Damn, this is hard work. Smoke pulls on the ski mask and walks over to Billy. "What that mouth do?" "Whatever you want." He grabs his crotch and gives his package a lift. "Suck?" "Go ahead. That's what it's here for." I snap my fingers to get Billy's attention. "Hey, Billy, pull your brother's briefs out of your mouth. This man is gonna use it." Smoke seems hesitant, so Marcus goads him on. "Go on. Stick it in. Feed the fucking faggot. Your dog's gonna be blowing his load in the other end in a minute." Smoke points to the garage floor. Doesn't want to get his pants dirty. I hand him one of the blowjob stools I keep in the garage. It's useful when the boys are getting dog-fucked. It's mouth-height. Smoke takes the stool and scoots up to Billy's head. "Here, baby. Mira, mamabicho. Candy. Candy for you." He unzips, uncoils his dick from his jeans, takes my boy by the ears, and shoves it inside. Dumb as he is, Billy sucks a mean dick. Even when his backside is taking a beating from a huge horny dog. Smoke wraps up one of his tatted hands in Billy's hair and uses it to drive the kid's head up and down, forcing his dick deep into the boy's throat. Billy doesn't flinch or choke. That kid sure makes me proud sometimes. No gag reflex. And I swear both my boys were born without tonsils. "Ay, Nena. Sucks good." Buddy is watching the action out of the corner of his eye and getting jealous of his brother. "Oh, Daddy, I'm hungry, too." Seems like one fat dick isn't enough for my eldest boy. These brats really are getting spoiled living with their dad. "Go on, Marcus. You heard the kid. Stick it in." "Oh, yes. Please Mister. Let me suck your big man-cock. Please." Marcus pulls on the ski mask, grabs a suck stool and drops down in front of Buddy. Instantly Buddy is pawing at Marcus's jeans, trying to get at the man's junk. "Please hurry, Mister. Don't tease me. Please." When Marcus's dick pops out of his jeans, Buddy makes it disappear down his throat like a magician. "Damn, babygirl. Where'd you learn that?" "That's innate talent. Natural born cocksucker." Fuck, my boys are horny tonight. When they get like this, there's no amount of dick that will satisfy them. After the men and dogs have finished loading them up, the twins will be begging to stay out in the playroom for a few hours more, sucking each other off and whining for me to get Rocky from his crate. Both boys have their hands on Marcus and Smoke's knees, hanging on tight as the dogs rail them. Billy's eyes are watering, but he's now one happy faggot. Looking up at Smoke like a love-sick puppy. Looking for approval and affection as he sucks some anonymous hooded stranger's dick while the man's horny dog rips apart his boyhole. Like the needy boypig slut he is. Smoke reaches under Billy and wraps his palm around the boy's balls, giving them a hard squeeze and a sharp twist. Billy groans. But he spreads his legs wider. Marcus looks over and laughs. "Damn, girl. You like that, don't you, little piglet?" Marcus's dick has a hair trigger -- and Buddy is a first-rate cocksucker -- so it only takes a few more minutes before Marcus starts popping off. He pulls Buddy from his dick and paints a thick load of ball juice across my boy's face. Buddy scrapes the slime from his cheeks and gobbles it all down. "Thank you, Mister. Thank you for feeding me." Ranger has started to turn, so Marcus zips up and takes his dog by the collar, holding him steady. Ranger is nutting hard in Buddy's hole, and those balls are bumping and pumping rhythmically as he cums. "Oh, Daddy. He's breading me so deep. He's filling my belly. He's filling my boy belly with his puppies." Chulo has turned too, and Billy is squealing like a stuck pig because the damn dog is already trying to pull his knot out. Good thing the man-dick down his throat muffles Billy's cries. "Mmmfff. Help. Mmmmfff. Pwease." There's not much I can do. I can't exactly put the camera down. I mean, the close-up of Billy's hole being stretched as Chulo's dogknot tugs and yanks at the boy's ring is so damn hot. The assault on both ends is almost too much for Billy. His body is being tossed and thrown about by those two big dicks. He's thrashing around on the floor, plugged at both ends, as man and dog play out a game of tug of war with his holes. "Hang on, Billy. They're almost done fucking you." Buddy knows Billy is trapped -- impaled at both ends -- so he reaches over and takes Billy's nubbin between his finger and thumb and starts toying with it. What a sadistic little fucker. Billy's smothered cries become higher-pitched and more frantic. Buddy looks up into the camera and gives me a wicked grin. The sensation of Billy's writhing and convulsing pushes Smoke over the edge. He jams Billy's head down, lets out a groan and starts pumping his cum into the boy's tummy. Billy bucks and shakes as he's gagging for air, but Smoke keeps the boy's head in place until he's finished nutting. When he's done, Smoke wipes the last strings of jizz in Billy's hair. "Que niña tan buena." He spits across Billy's face and zips up. Both men step to the side of the playroom and pull off their hoods. They find spots against the wall to finish their beer and watch as their dogs are drained. Ranger is no longer frantically fucking, so Buddy is just gently rocking back and forth, enjoying the feeling of fullness in his hole. He's running his fingers around his slippery boyslot, petting the place where Ranger's knot is lodged and caressing the dog's rapidly depleting nuts. Ranger is panting. Smiling. Happy. Content. It has taken a long, long while, but Chulo's brutal dick-beating has finally broken my boy Billy. The kid's head and chest have fallen to the mat, with his arms outstretched and slack. Limp. Immobilized. Impaled. His ass still elevated, held up by the dogdick that's destroying his hole from inside. His cries have weakened. He whimpers his surrender. This dog has conquered his body. And as his prize, Chulo has claimed the boy for his breeding bitch. The playroom is becoming curiously quiet. Both twins have now fully submitted to their studs and the scene is sedate, almost serene. Just two well-satisfied dogs hung up inside two well-behaved boys. Chulo is calmly unloading, softly whining as his bloated balls pump and pump, squirting Billy full of cum. Nothing makes my youngest happier than a belly bulging with dog jizz. The kid is in utter ecstasy. His legs are trembling and shaking as he rides wave after wave of euphoric, orgasmic bliss. His mouth hangs open, drooling onto the mat. Billy's eyes are glossy and out of focus, and they roll back in his head each time his brother reaches over to toy with his dripping dicklette. When Ranger dislodges his knot from Buddy's slot, the boy gathers up the slime that's squirting from his hole and spreads it on his brother's lips. Billy lifts his head and leans in close. The twins kiss. Slowly, sensually. Their tongues twirl and twist and swirl together, feasting on the mixture of savory dog cum and buttery boypussy juice. Chulo pulls free, and the sensation sends Billy into a full-on faggot-spasm. His clit contracts and shoots sticky streams of boymilk across his brother's fingers and onto the mat. Buddy drops down under his brother, licking up every spurt and slurping at the greasy cum puddles. The twins collapse and snuggle up close, wrapping their arms around each other and entwining their cum-covered legs. Just two happy, giggly boys savoring some post-dogfuck satisfaction. "Ok, boys. Plug those pussies back up. Clean up the playroom and off to bed." "Oh, Daddy. Please can we play a little longer?" "Please?" "You heard me. Bedtime." Buddy looks up at me, bats his eyelashes and gives me a coy smile. "Yes, Sir. We'll go to bed now, Daddy." I know what this horny faggot is thinking. That innocent act isn't fooling me. "And you boys better not take Rocky out of his crate tonight." "Oh, Daddy. You're so mean." Don't forget to donate to Nifty (https://donate.nifty.org/) to keep this site running. I don't check email regularly, but if you've got something to say, don't be shy. E-mail: dvntpuppy@hotmail.com. And check out my other stories on Nifty.org: Tommy the Tease (1-12) https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bestiality/tommy-the-tease/ Training Tyler (1-6) https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bestiality/training-tyler/ Tyler's First Trick (sequel) https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bestiality/tylers-first-trick/ Born to be Bred (1-5) https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bestiality/born-to-be-bred/ Lucky Bitch (1-7) https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bestiality/lucky-bitch/