Date: Fri, 27 May 2022 19:28:50 +0000 From: DVNT Puppy Subject: Tyler's First Trick, Chapter 1 Tyler's First Trick, Part 1 Don't forget to donate to Nifty (https://donate.nifty.org/) to keep the site running!!! Warning: If sex featuring adult men and their dogs turns you off, don't read the following. If it turns you on, I want to know about it, Thanks to all who sent suggestions and feedback. If you've got something to say, don't be shy. e-mail: dvntpuppy@hotmail.com. A lot of you horny pervs have been reading Training Tyler and asking to hear more about my boy and his training. Especially how I started whoring him out. How I got him from taking my dog's dick to taking every dog's dick. Well, after some thought, I figured maybe I'd tell you. Purely for instructional purposes. Truth is, it's not hard to whore out a dog-loving faggot like Tyler. Why's that? Simple. The first time a boy willing spreads his legs for your dog, he's crossed a line. And he knows it. There's no going back. I mean, is there anything he can object to after that, no matter how degrading? And keep in mind, dog cock hits like nothing else. Faggots love it. I swear dog jizz must be addictive. So the little slut starts craving it. Needing a fix. Coming around for it every chance he's got. Fuck, almost every night for that first two months, you'd find the kid knocking at my door begging for Monster's bone. I tell you, his boypussy was wearing my dog's dick down to a nub. It was time to get some fresh meat up that greedy twat and give Monster a break. And besides, I needed some cash. Just so happens, Tyler's got to be out of town with his folks for a few days. They're off to Disneyland or grandma's funeral or something. I don't know. Naturally he isn't allowed to cum while he's away. A horny boy is an obedient boy. And while he's gone, I make a few arrangements. When he's back, I text him. I'll pick him up at his folks' place. Dress slutty for Daddy. I pull up to the house, honk the horn twice, get out of the car and lean against the passenger-side door. The front door opens and Tyler steps out. He smiles. He's got the most perfect, pouty, cock-sucking lips--courtesy of hours spent wrapped around my dick. Fuck, he's a sexy little fucker. The sunlight catches the gloss of his blonde hair. It's grown down to his shoulders. Easier to grab a fistful when you're buried in your boy from behind. It's about the only hair he's got left. Daddy likes them smooth, so the kid's been waxed and plucked from tits to toes. Speaking of tits, Daddy's been giving them a workout, stretching and pulling them every night so the nips are long and thick and sensitive. Turing him into an absolute titpig. Nothing makes him drip like Daddy working his boynips. The kid's got on a girly pink halter top. He's been working out like Daddy told him, so his chest is pumped but still curvy. And those titty nips are poking out a solid inch. His arms have a bit of muscle, but only just enough to hold up the weight of a big dog for an hour or more. From his shoulders, his torso tapers down to a slim little waist. As he's walking towards me, he passes his hand over that flat belly. He knows what Daddy likes. Such a fucking tease. His shorts are tiny and tight, so his legs look long and sleek today. He's learned to swish, and each stride is a study in sheer sexual hunger. As I've said before, the boy isn't hung, so there's no dick print in those shorts. I've already told him his little nubbin is now permanently retired. Just a superfluous appendage. Useless and unnecessary. Lately I don't even mention it. It doesn't exist. But, the boy's balls. Fuck, he's packing a huge set today. Plump and perky. Gotta be about to burst. Ready for a milking. Love to gather that fat sack up in my fist and hold on tight like the horn of a saddle while I pummel his hole. Daddy can be gentle, though, running my palm slowly over them smooth boyballs when I'm fucking him flat on his back. Love it when he begs me to pet his "pussy mound" like a real girl. I hold up my hand and Tyler stops midway across the front lawn. I make a sign, and he turns for me. Slowly, like he's been taught. The boy's ass is his crowning jewel. The top juts out like a fucking steel shelf. I can spy the top edge of his lacy white panties peeking out above the waistband. Fuck I get boned up thinking what's between those cheeks, just waiting for my daddy dick. Gone is the round pink pucker I first pounded my pole into, replaced by a long vertical slot, reshaped by weeks of stretching, seeding, knotting and breeding. I cock my finger at him, and he continues strutting across the lawn. Behind Tyler a curtain pulls back and his father's face appears in the window. Pissed. I open the car door and give Tyler's ass a smack. Tyler squeals and slides into his seat. I turn back towards the window, adjust my hard dick in my jeans, and give Tyler's old man a wink and a smile. Poor pops. Wonder how it feels to watch your precious boy dressed up like a horny schoolgirl, strutting across the front lawn towards some man's car. Trying not to picture your baby boy later tonight with his ankles in the air, begging for some hard dick. Poor old dad has no idea what's really up. That I'll be whoring his son out. Pimping his baby boy to every horny man and every rutting mutt for miles around. To tell you the truth, I'd love to go up to the door and shake the old man's hand. I'd love thank him for raising such a sexy, no-limits cumdump. Tell him thanks--on behalf of all men and dogs--for bringing such an insatiable cum-hungry faggot into the world. I get into the driver's seat, but I don't start the car just yet. "Did you miss me, baby?" "Yes, Daddy. So much." "Show me." Tyler's parents are only a few yards away, but the boy doesn't hesitate. He leans over, unzips my jeans, and sucks up my hard hog in one giant inhale. I pat the boy on the head, honk the horn twice, wave to his dad, and start the car. After 10 minutes of my driving and Tyler sucking, I tell him that I have a special surprise for tonight. "I thought I'd introduce my beautiful boy to some of my friends. Would you like that, baby?" From the gagging noise coming from my crotch, it sounds like he's unsure. "Ah, now. Don't be shy. You look so pretty tonight, baby. Want to show you off to all my buddies." Tyler tries to say something, so I push his head down. "Shhhhh, baby. Keep sucking." Fuck, there's nothing so satisfying as turning a clean-cut kid like Tyler into a submissive showoff with no self respect or sense of shame. Turning timid, bashful boys into perverted little cum-dump pigs who'll do anything for Daddy--well, I guess that's my kink. Love knowing that anybody driving by right now sees I've got a well-trained, cum-hungry cocksucker down between my legs. Ten minutes later and we're stuck in traffic and missing every light. The boy's got a good suck-rhythm going though, so I don't mind. As I pull up to a red light, the motion of the car makes my dick bump across the back of his throat and then slide deep into his gullet. Oh, fuck. That's good. That's good. Tyler's making long suck strokes, faster and harder, and he's got one hand messaging my nuts. Shit, the boy knows what Daddy likes. "Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't fucking stop, you fucking faggot." The light turns green, but I'm about to nut. The cars behind me are honking their horns. Fuck `em. I grab his head with both hands and hold him down. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck." I keep up the pressure, so my cock's halfway to his lungs. His gagging throat constricts rhythmically on my dickhead, intensifying the sensation as I start popping off. "Oh, fuck. Oh fuck." My dick is jumping and pumping and spewing like a fucking firehose and Tyler's gulping it down like a champ. Holy fuck, my back is arching, my legs are shaking, and I swear my fucking toes are curling. Fuck. I've turned him into a fucking fantastic cocksucker. Fuck, that kid sucks one hell of a good cock. "Swallow it. Swallow it. Swallow you fucking whore." After the boy cleans me off, he tucks my dick gently back in my jeans. I give him a playful pat on the cheek and drive on. "Good job, baby." By now we're going through an industrial area of town. Body shops and retread tires. Car washes and check-cashing places. Tyler's looking nervous. I reach over and give his knee a squeeze. And a smile for some reassurance. There's a line of cars parked along the road as I pull through the chain link fence. A good crowd. I do some calculations in my head. The boy's gonna make me some money tonight, that's for sure. The place is dark inside so it takes time to adjust our eyes. It's crowded with men. All men. All waiting for the show. Tyler wraps his hands around my bicep and leans against my shoulder. "Don't worry, princess. Daddy's friends are gonna treat you nice." We wander into the crowd. No need to push. Every perv in the place steps aside to get a look. Starstruck. Tyler doesn't know it, but every man here's beaten off to the boy's vids. The guy at the bar is a buddy. Bill. Owns the place. Another tall, muscled Daddy type. He gives out a loud wolf-whistle when he sees Tyler live and in person: "You must be Tyler. I'm Bill." He stares Tyler up and down. "Fuck, you sure are a pretty little thing. Sexy, sexy twink boy. Dressed so slutty tonight. Even hotter in person." Tyler's frowns and knits his eyebrows wondering what Bill's talking about. I give Bill a look to shut him up. He hands me a beer. He gives Tyler a tall fruity drink with an umbrella. "Here, babydoll. I made this just for you. It's sweet, just like you, sugar. It's called an 'epidural.' You're gonna like it. Need it, too." Tyler gives him a quizzical look as I lead him from the bar. The music is loud. The TVs are playing straight porn. Pretty vanilla. Tyler's nervous, out of his element. A few men come up to talk. They talk only to me. They leer at Tyler. The boy clings tighter. When his drink is done, someone hands him another. Then another. And another. Now the kid's getting loose. Starting to move to the music. Straddling my leg. Softly bumping and grinding against it. I turn him around. His ass feels so good against my dick it takes all my strength not to rip his shorts down and just fuck him. But Tyler feels safe and warm in his Daddy's arms. So we sway. Slowly. Gently. My hand brushes against his tits. Tyler shivers. "Your tits sure are tender tonight baby." My other hand reaches down to cup his ass. He sighs in my ear. "Feeling good, baby?" "Yes, Daddy. So good." I slide my hand beneath his shorts, pull the panties to one side and slip a finger up his hole. Tyler moans softly. "Your pussy is on fire, baby. Hungry, hungry little hole. Oh, fuck, baby, your pussylips are all fat and puffy tonight, too." His hole is scorching hot. And fuck if it's not wet. "Damn, boy. Tender titties, wet, swollen pussy. I think my girl's in heat." I whisper in his ear, "Must be all that dog cum you've been getting. Turning you into a proper bitch." I pull my hand free and reach into my shirt pocket. I've got some THC lube for the boy. Love this stuff. Takes away a boy's inhibitions, but won't put him to sleep. Dogs like something a little lively underneath them. "Look here, baby. Daddy bought you some candy. It's special candy for your cunt." I slide the bullet of lube up his hole. Tyler moans as I finger him, and he pants softly, breathlessly. "Oh, Daddy. Oh, Daddy." "That's a good girl. Let Daddy finger fuck you." We're starting to draw a crowd. He's a little hazy, but Tyler knows he's being watched. He can hear the whistles and the lewd comments. As my fingers start probing and tapping against his g-spot, he pushes back harder. "That's the way, baby. Show off. Show off for your man. Show everyone what a horny girl you are. Make Daddy's friends jealous." "Oh, Daddy. I need it so bad. Please, Daddy." "You want to get fucked, baby?" "Yes, Daddy. Please." "I don't know, Tyler. I'm a little disappointed in my boy tonight." "Oh, no. Daddy. Why? What did I do?" "You left your man and his dog for five days. Five days without a hole for us to stick our dicks in. Five days without a slot to empty our nuts in. You think that's right?" "Oh, but, Sir. I had to. I . . . " "Didn't Daddy give you an important job, boy?" "Yes, Sir." "And what's your job, bitch?" Tyler places his head close to mine. "Keeping Monster's balls empty, Sir." "That's right. Daddy gave you an important job and you just ran off, leaving my dog without a hole." "I'm sorry, Sir. I'm . . . " "Daddy's been good to you, hasn't he baby?" "Yes, Sir. So good, Sir." I take the tip of one of his tits between my fingers. Squeeze and twist. Tyler quivers, then cries out. "Oh, Daddy. Please, Sir. I'm so sorry, Sir. I'll make it up to you. I'll make it up to Monster." "You mean that, boy?" "Yes sir. I'll be good. I'll make it up to you and Monster. I promise." I release his tit and grab a fistful of his ass. "Who owns this hole?" "You do, Daddy. It's your hole." "That's right. I own this hole. You need to remember that." "Yes, Sir." "Good boy." Tyler smiles and nestles his head into my shoulder. He's feeling the effects all that liquor, and the pot plug is starting to kick in. "You're my good boy. And good boy's trust their Daddy's. You trust your Daddy, right, baby?" There's a little concern in Tyler's eyes. "Yes. Uh. Yes sir." "And you want Daddy to forgive you? I push my fingers up into his slot, tapping his boy button. Tyler sighs and lifts one leg. I feel his hole shake and then open up. His knees are weak. He nearly falls against me. "Yes, Sir." I take Tyler by the arm and lead him to the center of the floor. Bill turns on an overhead spotlight, illuminating us both. Tyler grips my wrists in his hands, not wanting to let go. I peel his hands away and drop them by his side. "Why don't you show Daddy's friends how good you dance. You look so sexy when you dance. Just dance for me, baby." Tyler looks around shyly, but he starts swaying to the music again. A few whistles and encouraging catcalls make him blush a bit. The encouragement helps. A small smile appears on his lips. He begins moving his hips in a seductive circle. "That's the way, baby. So sexy. You're making your man so proud. Pull off your top, baby. Let everybody see you." Tyler pulls the halter top over his head. He crosses his arms over his chest for a moment, the tiny halter clenched in his fists. A shy girl on her first date. I reach out for the shirt, and he hands it to me. He steps back into the spotlight and is soon dancing again, his bashfulness gone. "That's the way, sexy girl. Now, slip off them shorts. Let's see those pretty panties." Tyler slides down his shorts. He's feeling bolder now, so he tosses them into the crowd. His panties are damp with sweat. A small circle of pre-cum glistens on the front on the sheer fabric. "Good girl. That's Daddy's good girl. Feeling good, baby?" "Yes, Sir." As the music continues and Tyler absorbs more of the weed lube, his dancing becomes increasingly seductive: slowly swirling and twirling his ass. Caressing his chest. Looking every man in the eye. Batting his eyelashes. Licking his lips. Horny. Needy. Ready. I pull him in close to me, running my hands over his smooth skin. "You're making me very proud, baby. So proud." "I want you to be proud of me, Daddy." I give Bill a signal and he flicks the TVs over to a new channel. Every screen in the bar is now showing a scene of Monster railing the boy's hole. I grab a handful of his balls. Can't have the kid bolt out the door. "Oh, Daddy. Oh, no. Please . . . " "Shush, now." "Daddy?!" "Settle down, baby. Settle down. Just watch." The scene shows Tyler's face in close up: eyes glossy, mouth open, with Monster's giant head looming behind him. "Oh, Daddy. Please. No." The bar is so quiet you can hear Tyler's on-screen moans and the jingle of Monster's dog tags. "Did you know Monster's a movie star, baby? Did you know that? You've been making love with a movie star. Just look at how he's fucking you. See how happy he looks." The scene changes to a rear shot, and in close up, you can see how the boy's hole is stretched obscenely around the knot. You can hear Tyler's blissful cries and see his little nubbin--soft and shrunken--shooting and squirting uncontrollably as Monster tries to pull free. The boy isn't struggling so much in my arms, so I let go of his balls and pull him in tight, wrapping my arms around him. I can feel his heartbeat racing. He's scared and skittish, but he can't take his eyes off the screen. "See how pretty you are? See what a sexy, sexy little slut you are? You've got every man in this bar boned up right now. Just look at that hungry hole of yours. Beautiful. Daddy's beautiful, beautiful baby." On screen Monster is pulling and tugging and stretching the boy's hole. The kid's clit is contracting, pulsing, ejecting a spasmodic stream of piss and jizz. The minutes roll by slowly. The anticipation in the room is palpable as Monster tries to unplug from the boy's wrecked hole. Every man is holding his breath, waiting to see Monster pull free. Each slow frame of the boy's torment is both an agony and an ecstasy. When that dog knot finally pops out, the kid's gaping twat begins belching out a fucking flood of dog cum. "See there? See that? See how much you loved that, baby?" I turn Tyler's face to my own and stroke his cheek with the back of my hand, brushing away a tear. "You trust your man, don't you baby?" I can see from his eyes that the liquor and pot have kicked it. And I can see the hunger in his eyes, too. He's ready. "Yes, I . . . I . . . Yes, sir." "That's my girl. Let's make your Daddy proud." Don't forget to donate to Nifty (https://donate.nifty.org/) to keep this site running. And if you've got something to say, don't be shy. e-mail: dvntpuppy@hotmail.com.