Stable boy part 1 (Warning: scat swallowing,incest, etc...]
[Just a word of warning... this story is kinda sick so if your not into scat, toiletplay, and force in all that, don't read this story. I'm not crazy, I just have sick fantasies.]
Joey was a tall, rather muscular young wolf. Always seen walking around shirtless, just wearing a pair of rather tight jeans with plenty of tears and hole, some already stitched close again over years of use, a red large bandana around his neck, a piece of hay sometimes hanging from between his lips. The young wolf had lived his whole life on the farm and it showed: his thick grey pelt almost shining in the ever shining sun as he worked on the land, not just a boy with a six-pack but real man muscles. Thick arms with a long vein running along them, thick pecs, and muscled abdominal muscles out in the open for anyone to admire, all of that muscle covered in a thin layer of sweat. His legs were just as muscular, the shapes of them clear ever under his tight pants.
And so he did his tasks everday, sowing grain, carrying the heavy bails up and down from the field to the shed, brushing down his father's muscular work horses, cleaning up their stables and replacing their irons. At the end of the day he came home to the house he lived with his dad, who had divorced Joey's mother many years before that. She believed it'd turn the young boy into a better man if he lived on the farm, working hard and learning the trade from his father. And so he did, coming home to the large farmhouse him and his dad lived in sweaty and dirty every day, but satisfied with the hard work he did.
One night after a long day of heavy work Joey came home and found his dad and his uncle sitting together in the living room, both smoking cigars and sipping from large cans of beer.. His uncle grinned, his large feet propped up on a footstool, dirty claws and pads wiggling a bit as he waved the hand with the cigar some. "How you doing boy?" Joey smiled respectfully at his uncle. "I'm good uncle, just glad to be done with all the work... couldn't you have helped with the horses dad?" His father chuckled and took a long drag from his cigar, blowing out smoke at the young wolf as he stood there, shirtless and still panting softly. The two older males exchanging grins before his dad answered "Let's go to the stables Joey? I'd like to see how well you've done your chores."
As they arrived at the stables, his father chuckled and suddenly slapped a pair of tight cuffs on his son's wrists from behind, and his uncle suddenly pushes a cloth with chloroform over his muzzle. Both slightly taller, but much bigger and stronger wolves easily overpowering the young one, while all he could do was let out surprised gasp before the chloroform made him lose consciousness, pushed down roughly on his knees as both older wolves chuckled down at their younger family member.
As he awoke again, he was on his knees, ankles and wrists taped tightly together behind him, and the wolf breathing heavily as he realized someone had put a funnel in his mouth, tongue sliding around underneath it in a irritating way as he tried to figure out was going on, but it seemed to be completely stuck. He could feel something tightly wrapped around his entire muzzle and the back of his head, keeping the funnel lodged in his mouth. Suddenly he heard his father's deep voice. "That won't help son... I made sure that it stays on tight so you couldn't struggle."
The older wolf stood in front of him, his fur a even lighter shade of grey, almost white, and to the shock of the younger wolf, not wearing any clothes. His older body only thicker and not a bit less muscled, only he was wearing a large black executioner's hood, with holes through which the wolf could see his father's yellow eyes fixed on him in a mocking manner
"Fffer, wss gnn nn?" he mumbled trough the funnel in his mouth. He could taste the rusty metal and it was almost like it was supposed to fit in his mouth, it pushing right up against the roof of his mouth and down firmly against his tongue. His father laughed in a harsh mocking tone, rubbing a paw over his dick. "We're feeding you today son... we've decided that your going be our little toilet from now on." The older wolf stroked a hand trough his son's black hair, it hanging in a couple of locks over his eyes and just pushed slightly to the right side of his face. The younger male his eyes were getting teary with fright as his father said that. It was all so sudden and bizarre, and to see his father naked like this suddenly was was extremely uncomfortable.. even more so as his father suddenly stepped forward and slapped his hanging dick a couple of times against his son's nose and lips, the funnel keeping his maw open and his lips slightly puckered. "Mm.. hey Bruce, didn't you have a couple of beers earlier?"
Suddenly his uncle stepped over too. This wolf was a bit thicker than the father and son, no thickly muscled abdominal, but a small beer gut, but a slightly bigger length dangling freely between his legs, the brown furred wolf rubbing a large paw over it and grinning down at the younger wolf. "Yeah I did, and I think our new toilet could use a drink, hmm..?" Suddenly it dawned to Joey and he tried hard to pull the tape keeping his wrists and ankles together apart, but with no succes at all, more tears flowing down his cheeks as he looked up in fear at his uncle... the same man who hugged him and worked together with him on the farmland, suddenly threatening to perform such a disgusting act on his own nephew. But even as the young wolf struggled, suddenly both older males were standing in front of him, stroking along their dicks and grabbing the younger male firmly by the ears after giving him a firm slap across the face. "Stop squirming around, boy."His father growled, gripping his son by the chin and forcing his muzzle up. "Mfff.. pees dad..." He whispered up in a begging manner at his father, the young male his blue eyes wet with tears and shivering as he sat there, naked on his knees, ankles and wrists tied together with a thick layer of tape.
But the night was just beginning for young Joey.
Suddenly, his uncle took a firm hold of Joey's head with both hands and guided his by now rock hard length into the funnel keeping the young wolf his mouth open, the boy squirming around more than before and trying desperately to move his head away. But the choloform had weakened him, and with no strength in his body left he let out another nervous gasp as he felt his uncle sigh and then watches his visibly relax, tapping his limp cock against the funnel a couple of times. His father growled softly at him. "I want you to drink every drop, son. Don't resist and we won't make this harder for you." Whining and coughing as he got more nervous from the words of his father, but with both bigger, and much stronger males now keeping a firm grip on his head and neck, he had no choice but to keep his muzzle tilted up. Finally his uncle let out another sigh as he started pissing, Joey letting out another desperate whine, but to no avail, as he could then taste the bitter salty liquid pouring down his throat, the wolf having no choice but to swallow it as the funnel kept his mouth completely open. It tasted so strong and hot on his tongue, and there was so much of it too... his father chuckling again and stroking a hand firmly trough his son's hair, murmering soft compliments like "Good boy.. swallow every drop of your uncle his piss."
Then suddenly, Joey could feel himself choking, coughing loudly and hunching over, his father and uncle letting go in suprise, a large pool of piss pouring down on the ground from the young wolf his maw. "Fuck!" His father growled, and his uncle lettinh out a growl of anger too, suddenly forcing his nephew on his back with a large canine foot on his chest, his dirty black claws digging firmly into his chest fur. "I warned you son.." His father growled angrily, nodding as the brown wolf pressed down firmly on his nephew's chest with that foot, the weight making the younger male have difficulty breathing.
The older wolf rummaged in a nearby chest to produce a large iron hoop with another smaller half iron circle on its side, and locking it tightly around his son's neck as he layed there, eyes still teary and coughing more with the vile taste of his uncle's piss still in his mouth. When he felt his father do that he suddenly started begging louder "Nnnnnn! Dd! Pees..!" His father not responding this time, sticking a thick rope trough the second hoop on his son's "collar"and tying it down firmly trough another hoop on the floor... this time the young wolf wouldn't be able to move a inch, completely bound down by his uncle and father like this. His father chuckled and gave another tug on the rope to check it's tightness, then satisfied, got up again and squatted down over his son, the older wolf grinning and letting out a excited growl as he reached underneath him to spread his thick cheeks, giving his son a good view of his swollen pink pucker and the winking it was doing. "This is your life from now on son... you are our little toilet from now on..." His uncle laughed and layed back, pressing more of his body down to make sure the young grey wolf couldn't move as his father delivered this news. Joey's eyes opened wide as he realized what was going to happen, watching his father's pucker open up, a brown tip starting to push out from it as his father groaned with lust... then the first thick piece of shit tapping down in the iron funnel, the remains of his uncle's piss slowly letting the chunk slide down over the iron, Joey's shivering uncontrollably, then gagging and clenching his eyes shut tightly as he felt it slide on the base of his tongue, trying to push it back up trough the funnel with his tongue but only succeeding in breaking the chunk into more parts with his tongue, the bitter disgusting taste spreading trough his mouth. His father chuckled and looked back, his uncle now stroking trough his nephew's hair. "Come on nephew... swallow it... it doesn't taste as bad if you just swallow." His father nodding too and grinning as he let go off his cheeks, turning and lifting his son's muzzle by the chin again to look down the funnel. But the young wolf stared up deviantly, teary eyes fixed up on his father and looking angrily as seemed to refuse to swallow further, the sticky shit pretty hard to swallow anyway. His father grinned and pulled a pot of lube from a nearby bag and a long thin metal stick, letting the metal scrape against the now filthy insides of the funnel. "Mmm, I hope your enjoying this as much as I am son. " The older wolf grumbled, starting to push the metal stick down against the piece of shit his son seemed to refuse to swallow, it making the younger wolf gag and shiver more, then finally losing his 'grip' on the piece as his father forced it to just against the back of his throat... the saliva helping to let it slowly let it slide down his sons'throat from there, the boy shaking violently under both older wolves as he swallowed the first chunk of his father's shit.
His father grinned and nodded down at him, taking another look down the funnel. "Good boy... how did that taste?"
His son hated every moment of the disgusting acts they were forcing him to commit, but that disgust was what seemed to excite his father and uncle so much... His father grinning and twisting open the tube of lube, and squirting down about half the bottle, his son gagging less than first but still seeming to struggle as his father forced him to swallow the next sticky thick substance. "There.. that should make this a lot easier son..." The metal inside of the funnel was now shining with lube, and the two older wolves grinned and nodded at each other, the father once again standing up. His uncle meanwhile undid the ropes behind his nephew's back, freeing his ankles and hands for a short moments, but his uncle quickly tying his ankles together again and his father quickly stepping on his wrists. "We'll hurt you if you keep struggling, son... stay the fuck down." The young wolf whined more as he felt his uncle tie another rope around the loop in his ankle cuffs and secure his legs to the floor just like his neck, then the same with both his arms, forcing him to lay on his back and and with his legs pressed very tightly against eachother, mouth still held open wide with the now lubed up funnel.
His father let out another excited murmer, squatting down over his son's forced open mouth again, spreading his cheeks to give him a view of the pieces of sticky shit still stickings to his pucker and the fur there, and how his pucker was winking with excitement. Then letting out a long groan as he pushed hard, this time a much thicker longer turd, it falling down in the funnel with a wet slap but this time sliding down it much quicker. "This is it boy.." His uncle was sitting behind him now, suddenly wrapping his muscled legs tightly around his cousin's neck and sliding his large feet along the younger wolf his pecs and abs, hands gripping his cousin by the muzzle and forcing him to keep his muzzle up completely. The younger wolf was crying constantly now, his eyes red and opened wide with fear and disgust, another loud gag escaping his muzzle as the first bit of shit slid down his throat so easily now, all the lube making it impossible for the young wolf to keep it up!~3 "Mff...!!" He groaned out in shame as more of the thick turd slid down forcibly, this heavier one sliding down the metal funel much easier because of all the lube still inside it, the young wolf his father chuckling and looking back with a cruel grin. "That's right boy... swallow your father his shit...!" His father licking the ends of his fangs and suddenly getting up, letting go of his cheeks. "Mm, but your not getting a turn at all brother." He growled at the boy his uncle, all the noises the tied up wolf boy was making for now just the soft panting and soft whines as he could taste his father's bitter shit on his tongue...
Next part will be up soon, probably.