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This is something a little different than my usual stuff. If you're familiar with my work, you probably realize that even though much of my work is Dom/Sub it is a romantic Dom/Sub type of work...

Stories like the following fit this genre:

In My Wildest Dreams https://www.sofurry.com/browse/folder/stories?by=44028&folder=10813 The Hunt Is On https://www.sofurry.com/view/83403 Reverse Cowboy https://www.sofurry.com/view/340029 The Initiate https://www.sofurry.com/view/519213

Well this is not! This is my first (and maybe last) attempt at what I guess would be called "Dark Humor" for the lack of a better term. The story is based on a joke I heard in the 1980's that I'm fleshing out. Just remember if you have never read any of my work that this is not representative of it.

Death or Bunga

The Land Rover's suspension was shot to hell and combined with the washboard dirt road we'd been traveling on I was developing a royal fucking headache. I'm the fucking Governor of this colony, I shouldn't have to travel like this. I couldn't believe that my Uncle the King was risking my royal life making me travel like this. Me, Charles Edward James Tudor IV Duke of Sussex, traveling in a fucking Land Rover. I did have my driver George, an English Bulldog, and my bodyguard Edward an English Mastiff. But there were bloody savages out here that just didn't have proper respect for the crown.

We were on our way back to the capitol after visiting the diamond mine that brings in most of the wealth to this godforsaken colony. Of course I took a little "skim" for myself, that was the beauty of the diamonds. The little pouch hiding in the secret compartment of the land rover had a large fortune in it. I had taken the 100 best diamonds they had found this month, that would more than compensate me for this fucking trip. They would amount to more than the entire year's income for the entire population of this colony. These fucking peasants and savages didn't need much to survive. Frankly keeping them poor and hungry was a good way to keep them in line.

As we continued down the road the right front tire ran over an acacia thorn, blowing it out and causing the rover to lurch into a ditch. We got out and looked at the damage. We were all the way up to our axle in the ditch. It was going to take forever to get out, someone was going to pay for this. I flew into a rage. I pushed George onto the ground and started kicking him. "You fucking idiot! How could you do this! I'm firing you when we get back!" I continued to rant as I took my frustration out on the big bulldog. He just closed his eyes and grimaced with each kick. He was used to it, he knew it was part of the job. I finally stopped when I was exhausted.

George picked himself up off the ground and he and Edward went looking for stones and logs to try to get us out of the ditch. I sat in the Rover waiting, this fierce tropical sun just wreaked havoc on my beautiful English Setter coat. I could see them struggling with an especially large boulder, but I stayed seated, Royalty didn't do manual labor. But watching my two minions struggle to move this, their shirts off and muscles straining, was making the royal scepter rise. When they finally got the stone to the Rover I got out and yelled. "Edward get over here and assume the position!"

I could see him grimace, I knew how much he hated servicing me, which always made it so much better. I can't remember how many beatings it took to break him the first time. Now he was just resigned to the fact that he was a commoner and it was his duty to service his Lord. He walked over to me and got on his knees in front of me, the resentment on his face was palpable. He unzipped me and pulled my raging 5 inches out of my fly. The big dumb brute had more than that when he was soft, I think that added even more to his resentment. He knew exactly how I liked it. He started by licking the royal jewels with that big broad mastiff tongue until I was drooling pre.

What was turning me on as much as the tongue bath my balls were receiving was the sight before my eyes. Edward was six and a half feet tall and over 300 lbs of muscle. Just the thought that this big muscle stud was forced to kneel to this five and a half foot tall, elegant dog and suck my cock was almost enough to get me to blow my load. Knowing that he did it even though he hated it added to the pleasure. He turned his eyes up to me and I nodded, signaling him that he could take the royal cock into his mouth. He peeled the sheath back using just his lips and started to bob up and down on my shaft.

Despite his dislike for sucking my cock he had become quite expert at it. I imagine his expertise was mainly due to his eagerness to get me off quickly to end his humiliation. I looked down on him imperiously and said. "That's a good puppy! You like sucking the Alpha dog's dick don't you." He nodded but we both knew how much he hated this.

I wasn't going to let George get away without his share of humiliation, it was his fault we were in this predicament. "George, we can use a little help here." He knew just what was expected of him also. He knelt behind me and unbuttoned my tail flap. As he brought his muzzle up to my arse I could see his nose wrinkle. It had been two days since I bathed so I'm sure it was exceptionally ripe. It served him right though, he should have kept us out of the ditch. "Georgie, I'm not gonna wait forever." I chided him and finally his tongue flicked out to lick my pucker. "That's a good pup! Lick it good." Soon he was licking away just like I liked it. I could feel a nice preliminary ball tingle, I wouldn't last much longer but I'd hold back as long as possible. I had one more humiliation for George before I went over the edge, I let out a big wet fart as his tongue was sliding over my arse.

He grunted his displeasure and that was enough to bring me over the edge as I started shooting into Edward's muzzle. But I quickly pulled out and painted his muzzle. He knew better than to wipe the spooge off. When I was punishing him he often had to walk around the royal court with my spooge drying on his muzzle. I put my paw under his muzzle and tilted it up to me. "That's a good puppy, what do you say?"

"Thank you my Lord for allowing me the privilege of servicing the Royal Cock." He said his eyes trying to avoid mine.

They zipped me up and got back to work. I smiled as they walked away, the only thing better than getting blown by Edward was bending him over and fucking his tight ass. Dominating such a big stud was the ultimate ego boost! They walked off into the forest looking for more rocks, logs, and branches to get us out of this predicament. I was getting drowsy, the heat out here was getting stifling. Soon I drifted off to sleep.

The next thing I knew I was snatched bodily out of the Rover. I was held down and my paws were bound together tightly. A pole was run through under the bindings and I was lifted back down dangling from the pole. It was then I was finally able to assess my situation. I was being carried on a pole slung between two Zebras. They were from the wildest of the tribes. They were complete savages to the point of not even wearing clothes. They were huge creatures well over seven feet tall and over 500 lbs with huge thighs, narrow waists and massive upper bodies. Under their unique striped patterns were muscles that just writhed beneath their skin, what I wouldn't give to bend one of them over and fuck them up the ass. I decided right then that after I got out of this I would do just that to their chief. He was going to fucking pay for treating me like this.

I yelled, "Don't you know who I am?" But they just ignored me and started jogging. The pole was bouncing me up and down, just about dislocating my shoulders and hips each and every bound. All I could do was look forward and all I could see was a lifted tail and a tight little pucker. After about 15 minutes of this insane form of locomotion we arrived at their camp and we were dumped unceremoniously on the ground in a heap. Then each of us was stood up next to a stake and bound to it.

As we stood there bound to the post all of the Zebras stood with their spears on either side of a path that led to a large hut. Waiting patiently for something... Finally the door to the hut opened and they all prostrated themselves. What came out of the door was the biggest Zebra I had ever seen. He was easily 8 feet tall and much more muscular than the rest of the tribe. He walked up until he was standing in front of us. The other Zebras stood after he passed them. But instead of addressing me he addressed Edward like he was the leader.

"What are you doing on our lands?" He asked Edward.

Before Edward could answer I yelled, "These aren't YOUR lands, these are MY lands! Don't you know who I am you savage?" I was really angry now. "Untie me NOW!"

He walked over to me taking his good old time. He put his hoofed fingers under my chin and lifted my head to look into his eyes, damn was he huge and buff. Despite my anger I was starting to get a little afraid. "And just who are you little dog?" He asked derisively his eyes laughing at me.

"I'm Charles Edward James Tudor IV Duke of Sussex, the Governor AND Master of everyone in this godforsaken colony! If you don't release me right now I'll have your head for this!" I yelled, his disrespect for me had made my anger soar again.

He laughed out loud this time, a huge belly laugh filled with derision. "Little dog, we are a free people, we don't accept you or anyone else as our masters. I may have let you go with just a warning but you have angered me with your arrogance!" His voice was getting dark with anger. "Being magnanimous I will give each of you a choice of two punishments." I could see George and Edward looking at me with hatred for getting us into this predicament.

He walked up to my driver George and asked "You want Death or you want Bunga?" George shot one more loathing glance at me and turned his attention to the chief. "Sir I don't have any idea of what this Bunga is but I don't want to die Sir. I'll take Bunga whatever it is..."

The words weren't even out of his lips when the whole tribe erupted. They started dancing around throwing their hands into the air, chanting "Bunga, Bunga, Bunga" at the top of their lungs. Soon their huge penises were dropping from their massive sheaths and becoming erect. They were monstrous, the smallest had to be 15 inches long and thicker than my wrist with huge domed heads at the end. They were all leaking copious quantities of pre as they worked themselves into a frenzy. Their stones were each as big as a grapefruit. They cut George down from his post carried him over to some sort of altar or something. He was bent over it, his legs spread and lashed to the legs of the altar. His body was lashed down on top of this altar. All the while the Zebras continued to dance and chant "Bunga, Bunga, Bunga."

One of the Zebras walked up behind George and taking his phallus into his paw he lined it up with George's tiny pucker. To the best of my knowledge I was the only one who had ever been in there and when I was George's arse was incredibly tight. How he was ever going to take this huge cock was beyond me. The Zebra slathered some of his pre on that tight hole, yanked up on George's little stub and shoved that huge domed head in with a thrust of his powerful hips.

George let out a bloodcurdling scream as the Zebra jammed it all in in one go! He obviously tore him on the thrust in, as he pulled out you could see that massive member flecked with blood before he jammed it back in until those massive balls slapped up against George's much smaller ones. George was thrashing around screaming for him to stop, but soon the screaming stopped and he was reduced to just whimpering. After about 5 minutes the Zebra grunted and gave one last deep thrust as he started dumping his load into George's abused rectum. With each jet of seed that he sent into George's body his balls jumped up and his ass cheeks clenched as he flagged his tail. After he was completely spent he pulled out and his now limp member dropped out splattering thick viscous Zebra cum all over the back of George's legs.

George was just barely conscious at this point, blood tinged cum flowing slowly out of his gaping arse, when a second even larger savage stepped up to take the place of the first one. He just jammed it right in George who again screamed but was reduced to whimpering even quicker this time. After this one finished abusing George, four more had their way with him before the Chief finally stepped in. Holding his hooves up in the air he said, "Enough!"

The "Bunga, Bunga, Bunga" chanting that had been going on the whole time George had been being raped stopped and two of the Zebras cut George loose and carried his unconscious body away laying it over in the grass.

The Chief walked up to Edward and asked, "You want Death or you want Bunga?"

"Sir I beg you! Please have mercy on me." The big dog broke down and started sobbing.

"Don't blame me, blame the white speckled one. Now chose, I'm losing my patience. You want Death or you want Bunga?"

"Bunga is terrible Sir, but I'm too young to die. I'll take Bunga." Edward said numbly, and resigned himself to his fate.

The Zebras started dancing around again chanting "Bunga, Bunga, Bunga" as they cut Edward down from the post and dragged him struggling to the altar. As big and powerful as he was they dragged him along like he was a pup. They bent him over the altar and tied him down like they had George. All the while they continued to chant: "Bunga, Bunga, Bunga."

A large Zebra walked up behind Edward, he had to be packing a foot and a half of Zebra meet between his legs. He positioned himself, rubbing that huge leaking domed cock up over Edward's pucker. He placed it right at Edward's little brown star, grabbed him by the hips and drove it in in one continuous thrust. Edward had been through our most rigorous military training. Despite the fact that his eyes were bulging he didn't let out a sound other than a sharp gasp.

The Zebra fucking him nickered picking up the challenge of breaking the big dog. He started ramming harder and harder until his thrusts were picking the big dog up off of the ground. Soon he was cumming, his tail flagging as he dumped a pint or more of semen into the big dogs colon. When he pulled out another immediately took his place and then a third before the big dog broke and whimpered, "Please stop!"

That just got them jumping and chanting even more intensely. After the ninth Zebra Edward's body was completely limp. Even after that three more had their way with him before the Chief held his arms up and yelled "Enough!" The chanting stopped and they cut Edward down and carried him to the same spot as George and unceremoniously dumped him on the ground.

The Chief stood in front of me and stared at me maliciously. "Well little Master, what do you chose? You want Death or you want Bunga?"

I knew I could not survive this Bunga so I decided that death would be more merciful. "I want death." I said in almost a whisper.

Again the Zebras started dancing around again chanting "Bunga, Bunga, Bunga" as they cut me loose and carried me over to the altar despite my protests to "Stop". They tied me up and the Chief stood behind me stroking the biggest cock I had seen so far. I finally found my voice. "You don't understand! I said death."

He grinned ear to ear, laughed and said, "I understood completely little Master. You said death, but it's Death By Bunga!"