Barbecue with a Twist
#10 of Commissions
Pavlov's buddies bring beer, and a new toy to his barbecue and things get a little...twisted...
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The summer sun was high and hot, the sky dotted with a few puffy clouds but otherwise broad and blue. The hum of lawn mowers buzzed like distant thunder as the afternoon sun sank below its vicious peak and began to cool just enough to make being outside bearable. Green lawns of suburbia were being clipped and cared for, lined up for the backyards and porches that would be seeing barbecues, pool parties and cook-outs once the sun got low.
Behind one such plank privacy fence, a grill was being heated for one such little summer get together. The smell of charcoal and lighter fluid tickled Pavlov's nose alongside the chemical whiff of chlorine as the redboon coonhound finished getting his above-ground pool ready. The tall, chubby canine's whip-like tail wagged as he stared at the cool, crystal blue water of the pool, stepping down off of the ladder onto the soft green grass of his lawn. He was shirtless, his reddish, brown-marked fur exposed to the sun. It was too damn hot to wear anything more than what was necessary, and so Pav wore only a pair of blue and white swim trunks.
The redbone surveyed his handiwork proudly, looking at the pair of coolers piled high with beer and soda next to his round, red grill that was sending up shimmers of heat from its bellyful of smoldering coals. His picnic table was all laid out with condiments, paper plates and all the various minutia of a cook-out for his friends. Soon there would be burgers, hotdogs and chicken breasts on that hot grill, and Pavlov's belly rumbled hungrily at the thought.
A few more hours passed, and the sun started to go down in earnest. The sky started to turn pink around the edges, the shadows of Pavlov's fence cast long across the grass. It was still hot, of course, plenty warm enough for a swim, but the glare of the sun was far less untenable. Pavlov finished piling his freshly grilled burgers onto a plate, adding them to the rest of the mounds of meat he had prepared for his hungry buddies. They would be arriving soon, and Pav could hardly wait. The redbone was already half-drooling as he set the table, his sensitive canine nose twitching at the scent of cooked meat and char.
His work done for the moment, the chubby, thick-hipped redbone dug a beer out of one of the coolers and cracked it open. Taking a swig, Pav heard the gate behind him creak and bang, his floppy ear twitching at the sound. He turned, seeing his friend Nick, a stocky pitbull, round the corner of his house. Nick was built like a tank, broad shouldered, thick-necked, with the broad angular head of a pitbull. His coat was blue-grey with white markings. He too was wearing only a pair of black and red swim trunks, a gold chain around his neck and a pair of sunglasses. He had a six pack dangling from one paw, and a plastic bag full of chips and salsa in the other.
"Yo! Whassup, Pav?" Nick called, grinning and waving with the six pack. "Brought us some back-up beer and some snacks. You ready to party?"
"You know it!" Pav agreed, grinning, tail-awag, as he gestured at the laden table. "Sit 'er down anywhere, bro. Food's fresh off the grill, help yerself!"
"Fuckin' A, that smells good," Nick growled, sniffing appreciatively at the food. His own ropey tail whipped. Pav admired the slabs of muscles in his buddy's back as the pitbull started fixing himself a burger. "Any of the other boys here yet? I heard Reggie had some kinda surprise."
"No shit?" Pav asked, curious. It was news to him. "Nah, they ain't here yet. Yer the first one in."
"Yeah, dunno what it is. Nero told me last night. Supposed to be a real good one," Nick answered, squirting ketchup on his burger. Pavlov wondered what his buddies were planning, but knowing Reggie, it probably involved their dicks. Which wasn't unwelcome, considering most of these get-togethers between Pav and his buddies often ended with dicks out and sticky bellies. The redbone swigged his beer, only to hear the gate once more.
This time it was Nero. The short, lithe jack russell terrier pumped both fists enthusiastically into the air when he saw his friends. "Whoooo! Partaaaaaay!" he shouted. The energetic canine jogged up to Pav, grabbing the redbone and vigorously dry humping his leg. "We are gonna get so fucked up tonight, dudes!"
Pavlov laughed as the terrier humped against his leg. Nero was always a fireball. Dressed similarly to his friends, the terrier's black and green paneled swim trunks already sported a very obvious lump as he banged against Pav's thigh. He was short, but he had as much meat as dogs twice his size. Nero quickly grabbed Nick, hopping to grab the pitbull around the shoulders, dangling, and dry humping his ass.
"Goddammit, Nero, get the fuck off," Nick growled, staggering a bit at the sudden weight hanging off his back as the terrier slap-slap-slapped his groin against the pitbull's pert rump.
"I'm tryin' man, I'm tryin'!" Nero joked, before relenting and hopping off. The jack russel turned his attention to the spread. "Shitfuck, Pav, this looks amazing! I see you know your way around more than just dogmeat." he crowed, grabbing up a bun and starting to make a hotdog. Pav laughed.
"I've had plenty of practice, and I don't just mean yer schlong, Nero," he said, slapping the terrier's crotch firmly in a cupcheck.
"Ooof!" Nero grunted, almost dropping his plate. "Oi! Easy on the marbles, Pav, I almost dropped my dog."
While Nero was distracted rubbing his boys, Nick casually reached over and flicked the paper plate Nero was using. It was enough to bounce Nero's hot dog off and into the grass. "Oh damn, that was some breeze!" Nick exclaimed in mock surprise.
"Fuck man, don't waste the meat!" Nero barked, immediately bending down to pick up his dog. Nick, winking at Pavlov, swiftly slipped a hand down the back of Nero's swim trunks and stuck the tip of his finger up the jack russell's asshole. Nero shot upright like he'd been struck by lightning, literally leaping three feet.
"JEEZUS H!" he shouted, as Pavlov and Nick burst out laughing. Nero rubbed his ass, bristling. "Ya'll know I don't take nothin' in the backdoor! Fuckin' hell, look, ya'll got fuckin' mustard on my fuckin' shirt, shit."
Still laughing, Pav watched Nero shrug his grey wifebeater off, exposing a toned, trim chest and belly. Nero threw the mustard stained shirt into Nick's face. "Eat my dick, Nick, fuck," he growled, but he was laughing too, now. He went back to making a replacement hotdog.
"Oh hey, Nero," Pavlov started, remembering what Nick had said, "What's this surprise that Reggie has planned?"
Nero looked up from scooping chips onto his new plate from the bag. "Oh that, yeah, somethin' about 'the best sex toy ever' or some shit. I dunno. Reggie's nuts." Nero rolled his eyes. "Dunno why he'd give a shit about a sex toy when there's like six of us here to fuck around with."
The redbone nodded. Reggie was nuts, that much was true. Pav couldn't remember a time when the australian cattle dog wasn't up to some prank, scheme, or hustle. A sudden flare of music and thumping bass announced the arrival of the last two friends. Reggie, the aforementioned cattle dog, came around the corner with a set of portable speakers blaring from the mesh side pockets of the duffle bag he was carrying. He was only a little taller than Nero, but he was more heavy around the middle than any of the others. His partner in crime, a stout corgi named Clyde, was only a step or two behind him.
"I hope you fellas are ready to cum yer fuckin' brains out!" Reggie announced as he plopped the duffel bag up onto the picnic table's bench. The pot-bellied cattle dog wasted no time in unzipping it and digging around within. He came up with a fleshlight, grinning. "Feast yer eyes!"
Nero, Nick and Pav scoffed, groaning. "C'mon, Reggie, we've all tried a fleshlight before," Pav said, rolling his eyes. "Why bother with that when you got the real thing all around ya?"
"Oh, Pav, my friend, ya ain't never tried it this way, trust me," Reggie said, smugly. "Aint that right, Clyde?"
The corgi nodded vigorously. "Oh yes. Guys, ya'll gotta give his contraption a shot. I swear to god I thought I was gonna cum my balls out in that thing."
"Ok, so what's so special about a fuckin' fleshlight, Reg?" Nick asked, munching his burger. Reggie excitedly reached into his bag, producing a cheap red power drill fitted with some kind of cup contraption.
"This!" he exclaimed, quickly fitting the bottom of the fleshlight into the cup and turning a dial along its side to tighten it down. He squeezed the trigger, and the power drill whirred, the fleshlight spinning rapidly in midair. Reggie grinned. "Stick yer prick in there while its spinnin' and I swear ya won't last three minutes, dudes. I got this awesome thing offa some new porn site. Took me all night after I got it to get it to work, all the directions were in chinese or somethin'."
Nero and Nick looked dubious, but Pavlov took the drill from Reggie, examining it. He slipped the tip of his finger into the silicone hole and pulled the trigger, feeling it spin the little ridges and bumps within around his digit. "I mean...I bet that would feel pretty good, spinnin' on yer cock..."
"Ya got no idea, Pav!" Clyde agreed, enthusiastically. "Here, let Reg set up the holster thingie for it, so we can give it a go!"
The other dogs backed up, letting Reggie move some of the food and condiments to the other end of the table. He lifted the table cloth, and then went about attaching a series of straps, clasps and hooks to the table. Before long, the contraption and its fleshlight were attached at about crotch height, just waiting to be used. Reggie grabbed a tube of lube from his bag, stuck the nozzle in the fleshlight and squeezed.
"Alright, who's up first?" Reggie asked, looking around at his friends. Nero nudged Pavlov forward playfully.
"Go on, Pav. Ya said it'd feel good. Give it a shot," he goaded, around a mouthful of hotdog. The redbone blushed a little, but he couldn't deny he was excited. He pushed his swim trunks down to his ankles, his fat balls and pudgy sheath flopping into view. He started rubbing his sheath, which was already tipping pink out into the open air.
"Yeah, I think I will," he said, stepping up to the fleshlight drill. The pink silicone hole looked plenty inviting, Pav remembering the way those bumps and ridges within had twisted over his finger. The redbone's stout, sturdy prick emerged, hardening quickly as he fondled himself. He wasn't the biggest man in length, a solid above average, but he was plenty thick, his knot like a softball. No one had ever complained when Pav had been inside them.
"Go git it, Pav!" Nick encouraged, grinning. The redbone chuckled, rubbing his thumb over the fleshlight's opening, feeling the sun-warmed slickness. It almost felt real, warmed with the summer heat. Pavlov was aiming the tip of his pecker up to the hole when Reggie suddenly spoke up.
"Oh, I almost forgot. Don't knot it," Reggie warned. "That was the one part of the instructions I could read. Just let it spin on yer shaft and hold yer knot."
"Well I'm glad you remembered to tell me," Pav grunted, punching Reggie on the arm playfully. "Any reason why not to knot it?"
"Dunno, I couldn't read the rest. Just don't." the cattle dog said, shrugging. Pav nodded. "Fair enough."
Pavlov didn't dwell long on the warning. The redbone went back to pumping up his erection. After a few more moments of stroking and squeezing, his sturdy prick was fully hard and ready for action. Pav pushed his tip into the hole, and already it felt good enough to make him moan. He worked his shaft in, hips pumping a little as his heavy nuts swung between his thighs. Reggie hit the spin as Pav bottomed up to his knot in the fleshlight. The sudden surge of sensation put Pav on his tiptoes, and for about 10 seconds it felt amazing.
Then, Pav discovered that Reggie had failed to fully lubricate the fleshlight. Near his tip, the toy was still almost dry, enough that with the rotation, Pav felt his cock catch against the silicone innards and start to move with the rotation. It was a good thing that the root of his canine cock was designed to twist, stretch and bend, and Pav felt his entire prick rotate once, twice, before it was finally taut enough that the resistance made the fleshlight spin without moving his penis any further. Pav yelped, the dry portions of the toy tormenting the tip of his prick inside of it as the drill spun.
"Fuck! Stop, it's not lubed!" Pav yelped, jerking his dick back. His rump bumped against Clyde, who had stood behind him to get a good view. It kept the redbone's dick in the toy, as Reggie swiftly began lubricating his dick by squirting the lube all over it and squishing it up inside the toy with Pav's own dick. The redbone knew his cock was still twisted, but suddenly the toy started to feel exceptionally good as it spun slickly around his shaft. He swiftly forgot that the root of his cock was partially kinked.
With the proper lubrication, Pav found himself groaning as those bumps, ridges and nubs rolled and spun over his shaft. It made his legs tremble and his ass clench. "Ooooh fuuuuuuuuck...." he groaned, clutching at the table as the toy milked his prick in a way no natural ass ever could.
"Damn, looks like Reg was onto something..." Nick murmured, the pitbull groping at himself through his shorts. He was watching Pav's ass clench and tense, his thighs shake as the toy spun round his prick like a tornado.
"Toldja!" Reggie said proudly, the fat cattle hound sitting back on the bench with a tent jutting up between his legs. "This thing is the shit!"
"Oh my god, yes it is..." Pav agreed, squirming, his hips trembling as the toy stimulated his dick to immense heights. The redbone was only vaguely aware of his four buddies starting to strip out of their swim trunks, all of them sporting wood at the sight of him getting his mind blown by the toy. They ran the gamut from a thick shorty between Clyde's legs, complete with a big pair of heavy balls, all the way up to Nick's nine incher and Nero's ten. The jack russell was understandably proud of his meat, swinging that big red dog dick around as he strutted and showed off. He always did, when he got naked. Pav was actually just larger than Clyde, the corgi's sturdy five incher a couple of notches short of Pav's seven.
His buddies crowding around, getting handsy, Pav started to feel his balls drawing up. He'd barely been in the toy two minutes, and already his knot was popped and swollen like a grapefruit. The redbone had used vibrators, toys and the like before, but this kind of mechanical stimulation was beyond any of it. The swell of orgasm in his loins was insistent, instinctual. Pav found his hips jerking, pumping his shaft in and out of the toy as it spun. That only took more strength from his legs, eyes rolling back in his head as he edged that razor of orgasm.
Moments later, Pav couldn't hold it any longer. He groaned, panting, and his inner animal took over. He started to thrust, and thrust hard. As his loins clenched, seed pumping up from his balls to pipe into that silicone hole, Pav's hips drove his knot into the toy. He didn't hear Reggie bark a warning; he was too busy cumming his brains out into the whirling passage around his pecker. Pav could feel his entire groin contract with each spurt, the power of his ejaculation forcing his seed through the kink in his root from the earlier twisting.
However, as the redbone came and spurted, the tightness of his knot began to create suction. The toy was clearly not designed for males with knots, the silicone locking tight behind Pav's knot. As the suction grew, and Pav continued to cum, his dick started to turn a little more. Slowly, like loosening a tight bolt, the redbone's dick continued to twist around on itself. It was like wringing out a washcloth, the slow, steady pressure of the bogged down drill motor pushing Pav's knot further and further along the degrees it was never meant to reach. Pav was almost done cumming when he felt the squelchy pop between his legs. His keen ears heard the crunch, and felt the sudden give. The drill motor resumed spinning at its normal speed, but Pav could no longer feel the whirl of bumpy, pleasureable silicone around his prick.
"Dude..." Reggie said, his voice low with shock. Pav eeked his eyes open, peeking down between his legs.
The fuzzy flap of soft, supple skin that had once held his cock hung flaccid as a shopping bag over his dangling nuts. Empty. Pav boggled at the twisted, frayed root of dick that poked out of the fleshlight's hole.
"Dude, it took yer dick!" Reggie said, awed. He turned off the drill, and Pavlov unceremoniously unsheathed his severed prick from the depths of the toy. A backwash of canine cum followed that popped off plug, Pav's load having been enormous.
"Holy fuck, that's my dick..." Pav echoed, staring at it in his friend's paws. It hadn't even hurt. Pav had been cumming so hard that his brain hadn't registered the loss, nor the taking, of his pecker by the whirling drill. He turned it over in his paws, examining his dick from angles he had never seen it, sniffing at it exploratorially. Something about holding his dick, his meat, like that...it triggered a primal instinct in his brain. It was a lot of meat. Suddenly, Regging snatched Pav's prick from the redbone's paws.
"Damn, it twisted it right off, look," Reggie exclaimed, showing his friends the frayed, tattered root that was twisted around on itself. It was so tight a twist that the cock, Pav's cock, was still rock hard even detached.
"There's no way they could reattach that, look at it. It's ruined," Clyde piped up, the corgi taking Pav's dick as Reggie passed it around. All the other canines were still hard. "Fuck dude, no wonder it said not to knot it! It took yer dick right off!" Clyde's stubby tail was waggling furiously. Nero ribbed him, taking his turn examining Pav's severed dick.
"Jeez, Clyde, chill out. Ya don't gotta be so obvious yer excited your prick jumped up the food chain a few notches," He teased, lowering Pav's severed dick and lining it up with Clyde's attached one, playfully. "Maybe we oughta let it twist yer pecker off too, and we can glue Pav's down in yer sheath instead."
"Guys, can I...have my dick back, please?" Pav asked, blushing. Nick had stepped up beside his buddy, the pitbull's paws roaming the redbone.
"I dunno, Pav, I think ya look better without it," Nick growled, clearly aroused. His large paws dipped between the redbone's thighs, fingering his empty sheath lightly. "Am I right guys?"
"Fuck yeah," Nero answered, smirking as he strutted over to the grill. "No sense letting good meat go to waste, either." the coals were still hot enough that the redbone's cock hissed with Nero slapped it on the grate. Pav winced, but his heart pounded. He couldn't deny the perverse arousal he felt at the sight of his buddy, his hung, intact buddy, cooking his cock over the same coals he had just prepared burgers, hotdogs, and chicken over. Nero grabbed the carving fork that Pav had used to turn his chicken breasts over with, speared it into the redbone's former knot, and rolled the cock this way and that until it was grill marked and juicy.
Nero took the redbone's cock off the flames, grinning. "I always did like my sausages rare," he said before taking a massive bite out of the tip of Pavlov's cock. Pav watched his prick tip disappear down his friend's gullet, dripping juices down his chin.
"C'mon, man...at least use a bun. My dick deserves some love," He murmured, watching Nick playfully swab the tip of his dick into his empty sheath.
"Nah," Nero chuckled, taking another juicy bite. "It's just fine the way it is. Off, cooked and juicy."
Pavlov blushed, and Nick's hips pushed in deep.
The End?