Date: Sat, 4 Jun 2022 12:57:46 +0000 From: DVNT Puppy Subject: Tyler's First Trick, Chapter 2 Tyler's First Trick, Part 2 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. I lead Tyler back into the spotlight, and Bill mutes the TVs. I step away, back into the darkness, leaving the boy there all alone. He's shaking again. Shivering. Just like the first time. Fuck that's what I like. I wait a full minute, savoring the moment. He's rooted to the spot, like a deer in the headlights. His eyes reveal a progression of emotions from terror to alarm to anxiety to uncertainty and--finally--to acceptance. I point to the floor. He looks at me with those sad, puppy dog eyes. But he obeys. He drops down to his hands and knees on the dirty floor. I give him a nod. He parts his knees, spreading his legs. The men grow silent. The quiet is absolute. Nothing stirs. There is a lingering moment of stillness and anticipation. Then the silence is broken by the creak of a door opening. A breath of cold air slips into the room making Tyler more alert. The crowd parts, and a massive black Dane--its cock fully bloated, engorged, distended--approaches the boy. Someone in the crowd exhales softly, "Holy fuuuuuuck." Tyler's eyes are glossy, but they still register alarm. "Stay still, baby. Stay very still." Shit. This dog is big. Huge. Like a fucking horse. He stands at least 2 hands higher than the boy. And, fuck, that dick. The fat pole hanging down between his legs is almost as long as the boy's arm. Big as the business end of a baseball bat. The black-red veins criss-crossing the purple and gray shaft make it look unreal, alien. The pointed head is already dripping, leaving a thick trail of silvery pre-cum strings across the floor. With each step forward, that dog's fat dick swings wide and low, bouncing with a heavy, solid motion. It's Bill's dog. Cost him a shit-ton of money. Champion stock. Bred for show-fucking. He's called Herido. Won't bother telling Tyler his name. Why bother? The kid's not gonna get a good look at him, anyway. The low mumbling of the crowd is making Tyler nervous. I step forward, into the light. "Keep your eyes on me, baby. Don't look back. Just keep your eyes on me." "Daddy?" "Don't look back. Plenty of time for kisses and cuddles with your stud when he's done fucking you." Tyler gasps as the dog's tongue swipes across the hole. "Pull your panties to the side, baby. Let your new lover get a nice taste of that pussy" Tyler slides the panties away from his slot, and Herido starts lapping with more urgency. The kid loves getting his pussy ate like this, and it settles him. He moans softly with each wide swipe of the dog's tongue. "Ok, baby. Keep your eyes on me. Now reach back and spread your hole like a good little whore. Tell your stud what you want." "Fuck me, please." "Louder!" "Fuck me! Please fuck me. I need it so bad. Please." Herido's well trained, so when Bill snaps his finger, the dog stops eating out that hole. Some of the men in the crowd try and move in closer. But they step back when Herido snarls and snaps at them. He's claimed this bitch and no one better get too close. His growl is deep and steady. It rumbles like a freight train, echoing around the room. Tyler eyes are big as saucers now. "Daddy?" "Stay still, baby." "Daddy?" "Stay still and keep that boy pussy spread. Here comes that dick you wanted." Bill gives the command and Herido is up in a flash, covering the boy's whole body. He's cock is pointing down and away from the hole, so the kid still has no idea what this mutt is packing. But the sensation of being under the weight of a heavy, horny dog has the boy spooked. "Of fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Daddy? Daddy? Wait. . . " "Stay still, baby. Stay still. Reach back and point that dog dick at your pussy." Tyler reaches back, and his hand grips Herido's shaft. "Oh. No. Daddy. Please. I can't . . . it's . . . it's . . . it's too big . . . it's. . ." Before he can get the words out, Herido finds the hole and plunges in. Tyler strikes the floor with his palm and cries out. "Daaaaaaddddy!" "Don't worry princess. You can take it. Just push out your pussy like I taught you. "Oh, Daddy. I can't. I can't. I . . . " "You're okay, baby. You're okay." "Daaaaaaddddy!" "Hang on girl, that dog's gonna make you feel real good in just a minute." Herido is jumping and pumping and hunching away like a fucking demon. Tyler is fighting it, crawling forward on the floor. "Don't run away from it. Don't run away from it, you fucking slut. You wanted that dick. You wanted that dick, and now you've got it." Herido growls in the boy's ear, making it clear the kid better stay still. Stay still and take that fuck. Tyler obeys. I can see from the way the kid's wincing and biting his top lip that this dick is bigger than anything he's ever taken. Tears are forming at the corners of his eyes. He can't speak. But with each thrust, his body emits a guttural gasping, gawping sound. He looks up at me, his eyes pleading with Daddy. Then he turns his head and spots the TV just to my left. Onscreen, Monster is boning the kid into blissful oblivion. Tyler's transfixed by the sight: mesmerized not just by Montster's raw animal power but by seeing himself surrender to his most shameful and obscene sexual needs. And then it happens. His expression changes. The combination of watching himself getting dog-fucked on screen while getting dog-fucked live in public flips a switch in the kid's head. I've seen it before: The moment a struggling faggot transforms herself into a cock-hungry dog slut. Fuck. Seeing the change come over a kid like this gets me so fucking boned. These are the moments that make training a new dogwhore worth all the time and the patience, and all the work. Fuck, at a moment like this I can almost forget the money this whore is going to be bringing in. Bill pats me on the shoulder and chuckles. He knows what I'm thinking. Then he kneels down by the boy, careful not to get too close to Herido's snapping jaws. He holds a bottle to Tyler's nostrils and lets him inhale deeply. "Here you go, little girl. Big Bill's got what you need." The hole opens up. Fuck, you can practically hear the "pop" as that dogcock jams through the second ring. Tyler moans, and the first drizzle of pre-cum drips down from the front of his panties. "That's my girl. That's my good girl." Herido's dick is slamming through the kid's insides, rearranging his guts. It's forcing the kid's piss to pour out and draining the boy's prostate. Milking the boy from the inside. Making room for all the dog cum that's about to pumped up that pussy. "That's the way. Take that dick. Take that fucking dog dick. You got it baby. You got it. You got almost half that dick in you." "Daddy, please. It's too much. Please, oh please, oh." "Don't you worry baby. You can take it. And if you pass out, Daddy will give you a couple of slaps to wake you up. Don't want you to miss a minute of this fuck." In the spotlight, Herido is giant dark form enveloping the boy, trapping Tyler's small frame in his embrace. He's a rutting beast beating the fuck out of his bitch. He's got Tyler in a vise grip around his waist and holding on with so much power that he's pulling the boy backwards, almost upright. Lifting the kid off the ground. Tyler's rises up and leans back into his stud, held up by only his knees and the dog dick lodged a foot or more up his hole. The outline of the dog's plunging dick is visible below the surface of the boy's belly, the bulging shape swelling his tout tummy with each thrust. His hands now free, Tyler runs his fingers around his tits, strumming his boynips. He turns his head to get a look at the giant that's fucking him. He likes what he sees. He starts licking the strings of drool dripping from the dog's lips, trying to suck in Herido's tongue. But Herido rams his head onto the boy's shoulder, slamming him face first onto the floor. Bill gives a short laugh. "Sorry, kid. That dog of mine's not much for romance. He's got a week's worth of cum built up. Always makes him rough on a bitch." Bill's not kidding. Herido's treating the kid like a chew toy. Got him flopping around like a rag doll on the end of his dick. "His regular cumsleeve wasn't up to the mark lately. Both her holes got all loose and sloppy from taking that big `ole dick every night. Useless cunt. Kicked her to the curb last week." Bill bends down to Tyler's head and holds the bottle to his nose. "Ok, kid. Enough foreplay. Time to get you knotted." "Oh, please. It's too much. It's too much. Please. Please." Bill pulls the boy's head up by his hair and gives him another shot of poppers. Herido doesn't even pause his fucking. He knows he's knotting this bitch. No stopping it. Tyler knows it, too. It takes a few minutes of pounding and pommelling, and then--bam!--the knot's in. Tyler gives out a high-pitched squeal and then a soft moan. He looks up at Bill and sighs, "Oh. Fuuuuuck. That's so good." "Knew you'd like that. Fucking faggot slut. Hope you don't have a curfew, kid. I gave that dog a dose of boner pills earlier. Liable to be hung up in your pussy well past your bedtime, little girl." Even with his knot buried in Tyler's twat, Herido doesn't stop fucking like a jackhammer. His front paws are firmly pressing Tyler's head to the floor while his hind legs are a blur of constant, frantic motion. There's a puddle under the boy, the juice dripping down from his covered clit, mixing with the fuck froth sluicing out the sides of the slut's plugged pussy. The boy's panting and whimpering just under his breath, "Fuck me. Oh, fuck me. Fuck me. fuck me." Bill lights up and gives me a toke. "My dog looks good on top of your girl, don't he? Giving your little bitch boy one hell of a dicking." After 20 minutes, Herido's fucking slows, and Tyler is able to push himself up onto all fours. Such a fucking sweet sight the way the kid arches his back, ass high, legs spread. Tyler's eyes are glossy. His whole body is being jolted and jerked back and forth. And you can tell by the little jumps Herido's making that he filling the boy up. Bill pats the top of the boy's head. "You like getting bred, slut? Like getting dogfucked with all these men watching?" "Yes, Sir. Oh, Sir. Yes, Sir." "Yeah, you do. You love it. You fucking love this. Needy fucking little faggot. Show your Daddy's friends what a nasty, cock-hungry whore you are." Tyler lets out a soft squeak and his eyes roll back. It's his first real cum of the night. Herido's had him at the edge, but now that little dicklette has reached its limit. There's no stopping now. The next cum wave is already building up inside him. He's gonna be nutting continually from now on. Bill snaps his fingers to get the kid's attention. "This is a special night for you, baby. Your first night turning tricks. First night as a dogwhore. Tell me you love it. Tell me you love it, you little slut." "Yes, sir. I love it. I love it." Another cum wave is washing over him. The boy's mouth is slack and gaping. Sweat drips from his hair, silvery droplets shimmer in the spotlight. Every few minutes he gives another short squeal and there's another spurt from his boyclit. He's losing focus again, zoning out. Losing his mind. Fixated on the currents coursing through his cunt. A shaking, shivering, quivering hole with no other existence. No other purpose. Herido's got the boy nailed and knotted and I know the he's not going anywhere for a while. So I take a break and head back through the bar--it's good for a whore to get used to working without me supervising. I go take a piss, then shoot the shit with some buddies by the bar. Haven't bought a dink all night. My phone is buzzing non-stop. Every perv in the bar is booking appointments with the boy. Gonna be a lot of happy dogs in town. After awhile I look back through the crowd to see if the kid's still conscious. Yup. I can see him out of the corner of my eye. Herido's finally stopped thrusting though. He's panting and huffing and drooling over the boy's back. But Tyler doesn't want this to end. He's still up on all fours, softly bouncing his ass against the big dog. That's my girl. As I wander back towards the action, a buddy taps me on the shoulder. "Your slut's got good form. Stamina, too." "Yeah. Her hole's never satisfied." "Little belly's growing big. Full up with dogcum." "Just the way she likes it. Ain't that right, baby?" Tyler's answer is breathless. Incoherent. He's riding the pussywave. Squirting and drooling from both ends. He reaches his hand back and wraps his fingers around Herido's balls, trying to squeeze more juice out of them. He runs his hands around his hole, feeling where the dog is lodged and locked up. It's slick with dogcum and lube, which the boy licks from his fingers. But Herido's done with the hole now. Ready to pull it off his dick. He shuffles to the side, trying to lift his leg over. Tyler doesn't even cry out when the dog turns. He knows that knot's gonna keep pumping and pulsing, rubbing right up against the boy's pleasure button. Sure enough, Tyler moans and another stream pours out from those wet panties. "Happy, baby?" "Yes, Sir. Thank you Sir." "That dog sure seems happy. And Daddy's friends are happy. And you're making me money. So that makes me happy." Herido's starting to tug and pull away. Tyler squeals. "Feels good, don't it princess? Having a calling in life. Aren't you glad Daddy showed you your true purpose?" Bill takes Herido by the collar and holds him tight, keeping the dog from dragging the boy through the bar and out into the street. "Sorry, kid. Looks like sexy time is over." "Hear that, babygirl? Time to give that dick back." "No. Please. Not yet. Please, Daddy." He reaches back to grab Herido's legs, but it's too late. Herido's dick pulls free with a wet, gurgling pop, leaving Tyler's hole a gapping pit, opening and closing uncontrollably and spitting out cum that slops down his legs in thick globs. Tyler slides to the ground, his body soaked with sweat and cum and piss. Bill leads the dog away, leaving the boy in a limp mass. Exhausted. Spent. But the boy's not satisfied. He pulls himself across the floor, chest to the ground, his tongue lapping its way way to the thickest puddle of dogslime and pussyjuice, sucking it up, swallowing it down. "That's my hungry girl. Clean up that mess. Gobble that up." The crowd is thinning out. All the pervs heading home with hard dicks and lighter wallets. Bill hands me an envelope. It's fat. I tap Tyler's ass with the tip of my boot. "Ok, slut. Get on up. Show's over." Tyler is unsteady, but he pulls himself to his feet. He runs his hands over his belly, now slightly swelling, loaded up with dog spunk. He scoops some fslime rom his pussylips and licks his fingers. "Hurry the fuck up, boy." "Yes, Sir." He pulls at his torn panties, readjusting them across his wrecked hole. "Fuck it boy. We've got to go. It's getting late, and you've kept Monster waiting half the night." Tyler's eyes light up. He smiles at me: that wicked, cock-hungry smile, grinning from ear to ear. 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