Date: Sat, 21 Feb 2009 10:02:15 -0800 From: DVNT Puppy Subject: tommy-the-tease-12 Thanks to everyone who e-mailed with suggestions. If you've enjoyed the story, please let me know. e-mail: dvntpuppy@hotmail.com. And now I've come to the end of my story: the story of how my neighbor, a few dozens dogs, one horse, and a bunch of twisted, sadistic perverts turned me from a bad-ass, cocky teen with a big dick into a cum-hungry bitch. Do I miss dipping my stick into something hot and wet? Do I miss banging big-tittied babes? Do I miss unloading my nuts whenever I want without permission from my Master? What a stupid fucking question. What are you, some kind of moron? Fuck, no. There's nothing like being down on all fours with my sweet ass up in the air, getting knotted by some smelly, slobbering dog. There's nothing so good as feeling my tender hole getting torn up, knocked up, and mounted again and again, hour after hour, day after day. Sometimes when I've got a really big dog, a really huge monster of a fucker, hung up inside me, and he's giving me the old heave-ho, ripping away at my cunt, shit, it makes me so fucking hot. Makes my toes curl and my twat twitch. When he pulls out and my fuckhole farts out six or seven big loads of dogcum I can hardly wait for the next damn dog to start breeding me. Chuck can't get the dogs up my hole fast enough. When the gurgling, slurping, sloppy gush of dogcum starts sliding down my legs in a hot gooey river, my slicked up boyhole starts sucking and puckering and practically beggin' for more dogdick. Sometimes a mutt will get a good load of froth churned up deep in my pussy and it comes foaming out around his dick and balls. That makes me so fucking horny I go crazy grabbing at the metal pod around my dick and nuts, but all I can do is hump and grind and pray that fucking dog milks some of the built-up cum outta my balls. Chuck loves it when I go crazy horny like that and start humpin' hard and fast trying to get my nut, and he keeps me from cummin' just so he can watch me thrash and squeal like a retard. Shit, as pissed as I was at Chuck for tricking me into getting horsefucked, I have to admit, it felt fucking good. I would have done anything to keep getting dogdicked every damn day. Yeah, I know I coulda gone to the pound and gotten me some dumb mutt with a fat cock and nice set of lowhangers, but I gotta have some variety when I'm getting bred. The big ones are the hottest, but sometimes the smaller, wiry dogs throw the hardest fuck. Shit, Chuck's got a customer with a Dalmatian and lab mix, he's mutt-sized but fucks like a racehorse--and I should know. Just seeing that dog strut into the kennel makes my pussy drip. If I've been especially good, Chuck'll bring in Sarge to top me off before driving me home for the night. My folks are still clueless and keep telling me how proud they are that I'm working so hard. LOL, I'm waiting by the curb half an hour before Chuck even picks me up in the morning. When I get in the car, Chuck tussles my hair and asks. "How's that hole, boy?" And I always say, "It's hungry. Please drive faster, SIR!" For the past couple of weeks we've been working on my stamina and improving my fuck-form. It's tough getting more than a dozen dogs off in eight hours, so I've been having a lot of late nights. Chuck's on the phone all day lining up more mutts. I've been whored out to every damn dog in town and have to rely on some repeat customers. We've taken two weekend trips to Mr. Davis's farm. I told my folks we were going to some regional dog shows; they bought it, of course. Mr. Davis has contacts all over the state, so he can get in plenty of fresh dogs. Spending 48 hours with a series of dogknots hung up my hole isn't easy, but I'm in this to win, so I'm not complaining. The night before the big competition, we're in a motel about 200 miles from home: one state over. My folks think I'm at a pet-supplies convention. Stupid fuckers. I'm in bed with Sarge, softly stroking his big nuts. He's just finished fucking me, and I'm cleaning off his dick with my tongue. It's a fat, red fucker, almost purple, with a silvery seen and a big ol' set of veins running down it that gives my hole a rough ride. I love slurping down his salty spunk and tasting my pussy juices on his dogmeat. He's a mean fuck, too. Real angry. Snapping and snarling and growling the whole time he's breeding me. Then he turns into a sweet pup, all sleepy and happy and cum-drained. But give him a few minutes, and he's hard and horny again. Sarge could fuck his favorite bitch ten times a day and still be ready to ride one more time. Gives my hole the hottest workout of any of 'em. Damn, I love this dog. Chuck's pacing around the motel room on the phone, placing bets on my ass. He tosses me the key to the pod and says, "Ok, boy. You've got 3 minutes to jerk off. Need you to sleep tonight so you're well rested for tomorrow." I'm so horned up that I shoot off in just three strokes. My cum practically hits the ceiling. The next thing I know, the phone is ringing with our wake up call. It's still dark outside. I jump out of bed faster than a kid on Christmas morning. My ass is itching to get fucked. It takes about an hour to get cleaned, inside and out, and we're ready to go. We head outside just as the sun is coming up and get Sarge crated. All along the motel's exterior, men and dogs are getting into their vehicles. Seems like every room in the motel has a man and a dog. Cars and trucks from every state. Can't imagine what they're thinking at the front desk. Chuck says hello to a few of our neighbors, and their dogs give me a couple of sniffs. Shit, there are some good-looking animals here. It's like a circus caravan heading down the highway. Every other car has a dog's head poking out the window. I bet they can smell all the boybitches in heat. Half an hours drive and we pull onto a service road. Another five minutes and we're pulling up in front of some honky-tonk bar. The sign out front says "Closed for Renovations." The front parking lot is empty, but as we pull around back there must be a hundred cars or more in a grassy field behind a stockade fence. "Ok, boy. Time to strip." I slide out of my jeans and pull off my t-shirt. It's cold outside, and my tits start standing at attention. Chuck gives them a hard squeeze as we uncrate Sarge. Chuck's spent a couple weeks telling me what to expect, so there's no need to talk. I'm so distracted at the thought of all the hard fucking I'm about to get that I couldn't concentrate anyway. We head into the bar. It's huge and cavernous and has that sour smell of stale beer. There's some paperwork for Chuck to fill out, then a big, burly guy in a leather vest takes a black pen and writes my number across my chest: "27". Then he writes it again across my neck. He turns me around and writes the same number across my back. He gives me a swat on the ass that makes me yelp. Chuck takes me across the room, through the crowd of men and dogs. In a spot lit corner there's a line of tables. All I see are the upturned asses of young men, bent over the tables, hands spreading their cheeks for inspection. I take my position among them and spread my hole. I'm shaking with anticipation. The room is noisy and hot and already starting to smell of dogs and sweat and sex. My Master calls over his buddies and they stand around appraising my hole, asking questions about my stamina, my chances, and generally how many dogs I can handle. It makes me proud to hear how much faith my Master has in me. A finger or two slide up inside me as Chuck talks me up. I look to my right, and there's a redheaded kid grinning and beaming. He's as excited as I am. He smiles at me, but we don't speak. On the other side of me is a tiny blonde, but he's got his eyes closed tight and is blushing so hard he's almost scarlet. "You okay?" I whisper. He doesn't answer. "What's wrong? You like dogs, don't you?" He blushes harder and stammers, "Yeah. No. I mean, I guess. I'm just so scared." "How many dogs you taken before?" "Five or six." "Is that all? I mean, uhm, so, if you don't want to be here, why are you?" "My daddy's making me. He caught me sniffing his jock a couple months ago. Told me if I was some kind of fag, he might as well make some money off me. He was gonna pimp me out to his trucker buddies. Then he heard about this. . . this . . . this dog show." The kid jumps and hollers, and I hear a stern voice behind us. "Keep that facehole zipped, faggot, or I'll whoop your ass good." He starts to cry a little, quietly. The kid to my right turns to me and whispers, "I'm Jake." "Tommy." "Hey, I've heard about you, Tommy. That crybaby over there is Bradley. He's my cousin. He's a pussy, won't last half an hour." "How about you?" "Shit, I can take all these dogs and still have room up my ass for three horses, two donkeys, and a bull." An announcer comes on the loud speaker, "Bitches take your places. Studs out back." Chuck pulls me up and takes me towards the stage. The men with dogs make their way to the back of the room and outside. I file into line with about two dozen other naked guys, some my age, some older. Some big, burly guys. Some small, scrawny guys. I recognize the sailor from Chuck's video. Two kids with tattooed asses are in front of me. Big black letters proclaim them, Hole 1 and Hole 2. Two or three guys sport big, fat dicks that are drooling precum like crazy. Must be they haven't shot their loads in a while. Chuck says some Masters get off on having bitches with big dicks that they don't get to use. Chuck thinks a bitch should get to come every once in a while, if only to make lube for its doghole. Some of the bitches have their hands bound and gloved like paws-to keep them from jerking off-but they have to be uncovered before the show starts. Chastity belts and pods aren't allowed either. Contestants can jerk off during the competition, but you get points deducted for every time you cum. And after you cum, your ass starts to hurt like hell. The stage is long and shaped like a horseshoe. It's cushioned with thin pads like you'd see in a gymnastics meet. I'm glad. My knees have been taking a beating lately, and kneepads aren't allowed. It's hot up on stage under the lights. Chuck gives me a big bottle of water to drink. "Drink it all down, boy. Can't have you getting dehydrated. You're gonna be up here all day and most of the night." I get onto my knees, facing out toward the crowd. I spot a couple of cowboy hats just to the left of the stage: Jed and Ed. They give me a smile and holler out, "good luck, bitch." Mr. Davis must be around somewhere. The room is packed, and I'm feeling flushed and horny. Usually by this time of day I've been fucked at least twice, so I'm anxious to get started. Being on display for all these horny motherfuckers makes it even hotter. The fact that I'm about to be surrounded by fuckboys and dozens of hard-fucking dogs is turning me on even more. In front of each contestant is a pad of paper to keep track of how many dogs we take and how many times we cum. The man in the leather vest steps to the front of the stage. He holds up a shoebox in front of the first boy, and the boy takes out a slip of paper, reading off the name of a dog. This continues until it's my turn. I pick a slip of paper and call out the first dog I'm gonna service today. "Hannibal" I call out. Chuck smiles and gives me a thumbs up. The dogs are brought in. Their owners trot them up on stage and stand behind us. I can't see the dog that's about to fuck me, and I'm hoping Hannibal's hung and horny. A whistle blows and I hear a dozen leashes being unsnapped and dogclaws scampering toward us. Hannibal wastes no time. He jumps, wraps his forepaws around my waist and starts digging in. Fuck, he's a heavy motherfucker. Damn, that's a sharp fucking dog dick. Shit, he's in. Fuck he's in deep. Shit, his knot's already jamming up in me. I look to my left, and Jake's got some shorthaired terrier mix riding him hard. He looks over at me and winks. "Don't look now, Tommy, but you've got a big horny mastiff up your pussy." I start to describe his dog for him but he stops me. "No, no. Don't tell me. I'm just a cumhole anyway, so it doesn't matter. Fuck this dog's doin' me right though. Feels so fucking good. How's my lame-ass cousin doing?" Bradley's crying. He should be. I don't even know what kind of dog he's got hung up inside-it's huge and black and a whir of jamming and ramming. From the way the kid's thrashing and screaming, he might as well be under a Clydesdale. Jake's right: This kid is going home soon with an aching hole and a pissed-off Dad. Hell, yeah, I'm just starting to feel good. This is my favorite part of getting dogdicked. When the mutt is hung up tight and his knot is pulling and stretching against my twat and his cock is jamming rhythmically, shooting out steady shots of cum. This is when the head of that dick gets right up against my sweet spot and makes me moan like a whore. Steady waves of shivering cold and hot little electric currents run up and down my back, across my stomach, and tickle my tits. My ass quivers and with each third or forth hump, that dogdick makes my dick churn out another hot dribble of piss. My dick extends and bobs, pulsing a few times. It's like one long, slow, endless cum. My eyes start to roll back in my head and my mouth falls open in a wordless groan. Hannibal is a good fuck, but fast. He's turning and pulling away before the two dogs on either side of me. That's a good thing. As much as I want this fuck to last forever, I know I've got to get this dog outta my hole quick and get to the next fucker. I wave toward the man with the vest and he comes by. I reach into the box and pull out another name. The back door opens and my next dog starts toward the stage. I give a hard push from my ass and Hannibal is dislodged. Some men in the audience cheer. I'm the first boy to get another dog. Chuck's taking money from men in the audience. The next dog, Chico, takes his time. Shit, what's he waiting for? His wet nose sweeps coldly across my asscheeks. He'd better fucking hurry. Jake's dog is already unplugged from its hole and another dog is on its way. I wiggle my ass in the air and spread my knees a bit more. A dribble of dogcum seeps out. "Come on, Chico. Fuck your bitch. Fuck your bitch, Chico. You want that pussy, don't ya boy? Hurry up and fuck me boy." Chico's up and humping. Shit, he's a lousy fuck. I have to reach back and help him find the hole. After a few more dogs it'll be a wide-open, gaping slot, but for now, Chico needs a hand. Not sure what kind of mutt this is, but he's got a hefty cock on him. I slide my hand back to fondle his nuts. He likes that. That's the secret with this one. Shit, yeah. He's knotted. "Like that hole, boy? Like that pussyhole? Breed your bitch Chico." I keep fondling his nutsack, and Chico's going wild. He's cumming buckets and whimpering like crazy. Jake's showing a Doberman a good time. Bradley's still working on the same dog, but it's turned ass to ass and is trying to pull him off the stage. "Bradley. Bradley. Push out hard or you're gonna go home with that dog stuck up your cunt." I can't worry about him. Chico needs my full attention. It takes him at least 15 minutes to stop shooting. His knot's huge and hurts like a motherfucker when he pulls out. I've already got a dog named Jasper lined up at my backside. He's a good fuck, and quick. I know what a horny dog like this really likes, so I keeping flexing and tightening my hole while he pounds me, milking that dogdick and sucking up every last squirt. When he pulls free of that pussy, fuck, you know them dogballs have been royally drained. Nero isn't as good as I'd hoped. And he's slow to get knotted. Keeps popping in and out of my twat. Shit. That stings. Chester fucks like a Chester. Bruno fucks like a Bruno. Hell, yeah, I gotta remember Bruno. Gonna want that fucker up my boyhole again later. Murphy is a small dog that fucks like a jackrabbit, and Piston's got a knot the size of a grapefruit that almost doesn't make it into my pussy. If I wasn't so thoroughly fucked already, he'd never get it up in me. Gordo has a nice set of balls that slap, slap, slap against my underside the whole time. Shit, that gets me going. Koda has a golden color, short scratchy hair and holds me so tight while he plows me that I can hardly catch my breath. His dick must be shaped like a corkscrew. It's twisting and twirling inside me and pump, pump, pumping my prostate just like I like it. I cum, hands free. Shit. Hurts. Hurts. Fucking hurts. Chuck's pissed off. "Don't do that again, bitch, understand?" "Yes, SIR. I'll be a good bitch, SIR." Bradley is long gone. He made it through three dogs. Not even big fuckers. Jake is still here, but he can hardly hold himself up. His chest is touching the ground, rubbing his tits raw. He must be a titpig like me, cause he keeps arching his back, strumming his nips and cumming. He's sliding around in a pool of dog-and-boycum. The audience is laughing as he tries to pull himself up and his knees keep sliding out. When a contestant drops out, the others move closer together. I've lost count of how many dogs, but know I'm not nearly there yet. I keep picking names and taking dogdick. Chuck keeps pulling in the money. Every half hour or so someone comes by with a bottle of water and a straw. It's hard to drink from a straw when you're getting fucked by dogs. Three more dogs and I've still only come one time. Two more dogs and I'm starting to feel it. Four more and my knees are throbbing. Two more dogs and I start to ache all over. Two more dogs and I get to take a two-minute break. I roll onto my back, into a pool of hot cum, and stretch my legs out straight. My back cracks and my knees quake. Chuck pours some cold water over my head, "Back to work, bitch." The next dog is hard and hung and heavy. My arms can barely hold him up. I've had nothing but big dogs for the last couple hours and would give anything to get a Chihuahua named Tiny. I get a Great Dane instead. Chuck winces when I call out the dog's name, Lobo, and he mouths the words, "Great Dane. Shit." Money starts changing hands like crazy. I might not survive this one. Any other time and I'd be begging to spread my legs for a Dane, but not now. Not after, what, 17, 18 dogs? Lobo rams so hard he practically pushes me off the stage. When he's done riding and ripping and raping that bitchhole, two men grab my ankles and slide me back a couple feet. There's already another dog climbing up my pussy, and I'm so greased up with ballsnot that he slides in like a hot knife through butter. I close my eyes and wait for it to be over. Now it's starting to really hurt. Two more dogs and I'm crying like Bradley after his first damn dog. Chuck comes up to me and takes my chin in his hand. "Look at me, boy. Look at me. Open your eyes you lazy dogwhore!" I open my eyes. "Don't give out on me now. If you love me, keep that sloppy twat of yours open. You hear me?" "Yes, SIR." "You love Daddy, don't you bitch?" "Yes SIR. I love you Daddy. Thank you Daddy. I love you Daddy. Thank you Daddy." Somehow I get my strength back. I push back against whatever damn dog is humping my hole now and give him a ride he'll never forget. I'm bouncing and grinding and bobbing my ass against his nutsack. I don't know what kind of dog it is, and I can't even remember his name, but that dog is fucking the best piece of pussy he'll ever get. He lets out a howl of pleasure and starts climbing further up my back. His hard dick and solid knot are pounding away at my cunt and he's drooling down my neck and back. His long tail curves up under him, tickling my thighs and balls. "Thank you Daddy. I love you Daddy. Thank you Daddy." I drop down hard and he pops out, his cock still spewing. "More dick. More fucking dick. More fucking dick." The crowd cheers and applauds. Another dog comes in and rides me like I'm the first sloppy bitch he's ever boned. I look around. Only a handful of naked, sweaty boys are beside me. Each covered by a dog, and each wincing and groaning in pain. Jake's gone. The tattooed boys too. The sailor is nowhere in sight. I'm still fucking hungry. My whole world becomes dogdick, and dogspunk, and hot fucking dogdicking. I'm riding a wave, my body's electric. I'm on fire. My pussy is shaking and shivering and sucking up hard, slimy shooting dogdick. "Thank you Daddy. I love you Daddy. Thank you Daddy." Two more dogs and my cock is squeezing out watery, cummy piss like a hydrant. "Thank you Daddy. I love you Daddy. Thank you Daddy." Three more dogs and I'm howling, loud, bestial noises of pure desire. Two more dogs and my body is spinning, impaled around the point of that big dogdick deep inside me. One more dog. My pussy is belching out cum in huge frothy globs. Then another dog. Then another dog. And another. Then, please fuck me. Please fuck me. Then another dog. Fuck your bitch. Fuck your bitch. And another dog. Fuck me. Fuck MEEEEEEEE. Cold water is pouring over my head. I look around the stage. It's just me and the dog that's fucking me. The audience has moved in closer. Flashes of light surround me. The snap and click and click and snap of cameras is everywhere. I'm growling and groaning and muttering silently: "Thank you Daddy. I love you Daddy. Thank you Daddy." My ass dislodges the dogknot, and I cry out for more cock. Chuck and Mr. Davis are holding the Breeders Cup trophy. It's full of bills. The leather man holds up the shoebox and turns it upside down. It's empty. "More. More. Please, more. Please. More. Please SIR." Chuck smiles, winks, and gives a whistle. Sarge comes trotting through the crowd. His dick is still red and hard and dripping from his last boyfuck, but Sarge won't let this bitch down. He knows what the bitch needs. "Fuck me Sarge. Fuck your boy. Fuck your boy. Fuck your boy. Fuck, yeeeeeeaaaaahhhhh." Hope you enjoyed the story. Am already thinking about new story, and I need your help! Don't be shy! Please e-mail me with ideas and story suggestions at dvntpuppy@hotmail.com.