Surprise.
First story! Full of self-indulgent kink. Enjoy!
Panting for breath, cuffed and blindfolded, covered in cum and with an ass that just managed to fit just shy of 10" of coke-can thick cock, you cut a tired out figure on the bed, and as a result you don't notice the newcomer until you hear a zipper being undone just in front of your nose. You start backwards, but find your head held in place by the boy whose softening but no-less intimidating dick is unloading it's last spurts of seed deep inside you.
"Oh no you don't, little pup. Don't be rude to our guest. He''s very excited to meet you."
You hear slow, deep breathing above you, and a radiating warmth from somewhere in front of your face. You gulp, but steel yourself - you just managed nearly a foot of eye-wateringly thick cock and whoever this new male was, he couldn't possibly be much bigger than that.
The hand gripping your hair slowly pushes you forwards, and despite your fatigue (not to mention the five - or was it six? - loads of cum either on or inside you), you find yourself still capable of enthusiasm, wiggling your butt happily and extending your tongue for a first taste of this new master. Just as the tip of your small pink tongue touches soft, warm flesh, the hand in your hair pulls you up short, leaving you whining and straining to reach the unseen prize.
"Nope. No paws, boy. Just your tongue."
You set your lips in a pout and clench around the cock still inside you. This earns you a tighter hold on your hair and a gentle thrust, both of which make you gasp. The shaft inside you throbs in a threatening kind of way, so you swiftly extend your tongue again.
"Good boy."
You find yourself trailing your tongue up a warm, gently flexing shaft, enjoying this little break from being pounded senseless. That is, until you realise you've been tracing the same thick vein with your tongue for a while now, and still haven't reached an end. Your eyes widen behind their covering as you pass several more inches, before finally licking a pulse of pre from the unseen tip. There's an overwhelming sense of presence in front of you, but no. No-one's cock can be that big, especially while flaccid. You dart your tongue out again, this time tracing side to side to get an idea of the breadth of your new toy, but then a small part of your brain implodes when you realise you're head to head with a flaccid shaft that could put a can of pringles to shame without even getting excited. However, said part of your brain quickly repairs itself when you realise no-one could possibly be this big, and it was probably just some hyper-realistic sex toy that they were going to use on you. You roll your hips expectantly and notice the boy behind you is really stiffening up again inside you. You shudder at the sensaation, feeling your relaxed rim slowly stretch again and the broad cock head sliding deeper inside you. Something is really exciting him - you can hear his breath quickening - and you're not sure it's just you.
You more your face towards your new mystery playmate, and this time you aren't stopped. You rub your cheek against the toy in front of you - how did they make it warm? - and draw your tongue down the side in another long, sensuous lick - it really did feel VERY real - terminating in a gentle kiss right on the toy's crown. It even tasted real! How interesting.
Click.
"Come on puppydog! Play with your new toy!"
Your wrists are freed suddenly and you flex your shoulders, relieving yourself of some of the built up tension. You hesitantly reach for the toy, wondering what it could be like. A dildo of some kind, or a vibe? Or one of those personal enhancer things you could strap over your existing manhood? Your groping paws find a leg - muscular, short furred - and you trace your fingertips upwards, until they discover a pair of huge, heavy balls. That malfunctioning part of your brain starts to slowly short circuit as you gently heft them - warm, each one filling your cupped paws, and very, very real. You can even feel a slow and steady heartbeat. You hardly notice the boy behind you start gently thrusting again, fucking their combined loads deeper inside you - your world is nothing but your paws, feeling their way up to something your brain is having trouble parsing.
You wrap your paw around the shaft - "around" it being a poor phrase, as your thumb and forfinger are inches apart and only getting further away from each other with each slow, lazy throb of.....whatever this was. One of your paws goes straight to it's base, tracing around the thick veins of the punishing, wine-bottle thick stalk that STILL seems to be growing. You draw your other paw towards your face, providing a mental picture of the sheer mass of whatever you were dealing with, but after you pass 14 inches you decide you'd prefer not to know, and skip to the end - the uncut, tennis ball sized head. You're sure smoke is coming out of your ears as you lift it up, having to use both paws just to deal with it's weight, when it flexes suddenly, lurching up and smascking you under the chin and painting a broad stripe of pre down your neck and chest. You imagine this s what being hit by a fully grown python must feel like.
The titanic shaft continues to grow in your paws as you heft it up, slowly beginning to support its own weight as you awkwardly try to jerk it off. This earns a pleased rumble of approval from somewhere over your head, but you hardly notice. Instinct kicks in and you open your mouth wide, aiming the oversized tip square at your soft palate.
It doesn't fit.
You draw back and lick your bottom lip clean (this guy is leaking pre like a fountain) before trying again, lips carefully curled over your teeth. It still doesn't fit. In fact, it fits even less because the touch of your warm, soft lips only made the behemoth in front of you thicken and harden even more. Unsure of what to do, you grab it with both paws (feels like you're grabbing a fucking lamppost) and eagerly lap up the pre drizzling from the tip. There's a bassy chuckle from above you and a large hand suddenly entwines itself in your hair, pulling your face against the underside of what you're just going to have to come to terms with is an actual, real, dick.
It's huge. Huge is an understatement - screw wrist thick, this one would give one of your thighs a run for its money - but your explorations are cut short as your pws are hooked back and cuffed behind your back again.
"Well. He seems eager. My turn, I think."
It's a deep voice, coming from overhead - smokey, rich, and unfamiliar. Wait, what did he say?
"Fire away stud. The boy's all yours."
That doesn't make sense. You must have misheard. The thick shaft in your rear slowly slides out, and before you can clench down a single rivulet of cum slowly traces its way down your thigh. Footsteps pad away from you, then you hear a door, a latch, and....silence. You're alone with the new man.
You're picked up from the bed placed upright on the floor - as your legs appear to have forgotten how to function you stumble against the new male, falling nose first into his chest and feel a cock that ran from your navel to your nipples suddenly pressed against the front of your body.
"Careful."
You relax into him, but with your paws still cuffed you can only nuzzle affectionately against his chest. You feel a strong arm sliding around your slender waist.
"Come."
You're led a few steps away, walking tentatively as you try to prevent any of the loads inside you from leaking out, but suddenly feel the paw on your hip slide down to your backside and slide two thick digits past your stretched ring. You squeak at the sudden penetration, arching your back and pushing against the larger male.
"That should be enough."
Your arms are raised over your head and your cuffs get slipped over a hook of some kind suspended from the ceiling, forcing you up onto your tip-toes. The huge stranger comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and running his large paws all over your body, feeling your soft, flat little stomach, nuzzling into the nurve of your neck, tweaking your nipples and grinding that massive shaft against you. You feel he base sitting in the cleft of your buttocks, but the tip is leaking pre just under yout shoulderblades.
Fuck. You suddenly feel very, very small.
Th large hands slide under your hips and effortlessly life you into the air, allowing you to hold your weight then moving to cup your pert cheeks, with your back against his chest, and his.... His....
Oh. Fuck. There it is. He slots his shaft underneath your butt, grinding its full length against your sensitive hole and spreading cum evenly across its surface. When his hips press against your butt, you would swear your weight was being supporting by his cock alone. It juts between your thighs, throbbing threateningly against your own, much smaller cock.
"This is it, pup. The big leagues."
He murmers directly into your ear as he slides back and forth, cum from your previous rounds and his own copius pre lubing his way.
"I've never managed to hilt myself in anyone before. Most people can barely even take the head, let alone someone as small as you.... But I think I'll change that today."
Grind, grind. You bite your lip nervously.
"Feel that. Feel how fucking thick it is. I can't even close my fingers around it at the base."
Some of those fingers are currently wrapped easily around your calf. Oh, fuck.
"...and every inch of it is going inside you. That, pup, is a promise."
Thrust, grind. There's a whistling in your ears - you're aware that you've started drooling, but you have no idea when you started,
"And when I fill you up with my cum, know that I'm marking you as my pet, inside and out. My cute, pretty little slave boy for me to have, and keep, and fuck whenever I like. You'll be using that mouth to wake me in in the mornings, and this cock will kiss your ass goodnight. Mine. My little puppy."
You don't think you've ever been as turned on as you are right now. The attention to your backside is sending delicious shivers all over your body, but a little part of you manages to take charge of your lust-addled mind and remind you that you're about to forcibly attempt a worryingly literal "camel through the eye of a needles" situation. You clear your throat, and manage to muster up some words.
"I don't think-mmmph!"
A huge paw instantly claps over your mouth.
"Little pet pups don't speak without permission. And they certainly never, ever question their Masters, do they?" You incline your head side to side and hear him chuckle. "Good boy. What a very good boy."
You feel a warm burst inside you at the praise, followed by the gentle kiss of your Master's oversized cock against your well-fucked ass. He nudges against your hole, keeping his mouth right next to your ear and making your hairs stand on end.
"I'm gonna fill you up like no-one ever has, puppy. I'm going to plow that tight little hole as hard and as fast as I like, and you, little puppy, are going to take. Every. Inch."
The fat head of his cock is pressing a little harder now, little smears of precum prepping your butt for the most enormous cock you've ever encountered, let alone dreamed of. You bite your lip and squirm.
"My cute little puppy, with the cutest, most fuckable little hole.... You're irresistable. With that tight little body, and pretty little mouth.... And that perfect, talented little butt."
The pressure increases, and you feel your rim start to stretch open around the punishingly thick crown, thick bursts of pre starting to shoot directly into you. You bite your lip harder and try to relax, but it's no use. It's too big. You can't manage it. You clear your throat again.
"I'm sorry, sir, bu- mmppphh!"
The paw inevitably slams over your mouth again.
"What did I just say, lil pup?"
You try to squirm free, but he has you in an iron grip and you find yourself being born inexorably downwards, the staggeringly thick head slowly but relentlessly forcing its way past your abused ring. With your paws chained above your head and his paw clamped over your mouth, you're completely at his mercy.
"Puppies... Nngh..." Heavy bursts of pre smooth the way, but you just can't bear it.
"Don't..." Your squeaking and squirming gets more frantic and desperate as you feel yourself stretched wider than you've ever been before - none of the toys, none of the DP sessions, none of the prep could prepare you for this battering ram.
"Talk!"
With one final push, the softball-sized head of his cock finally slides inside you in one slick movement. A lance of discomfort shoots up your spine as you squirm in his vice grip, but then you nearly white out with pleasure as that huge, flat tip grinds directly against your prostate.
"There we go, pup. You did it. I knew you could do it. My good boy." Your remember to breathe as you adjust to this eye-watering penetration, but almost immediately you find yourself being lowered onto the pup-kewering shaft.
"Easy part's over, pup. Now let's see how deep we can go..."
Already you feel stuffed to brimming with the four or so inches that make up the tip of the mammoth shaft, but there's more inches than you could count on both your paws still to come. He gently humps up into you, forward two inches, back one, and slowly working himself deeper, deeper into your lithe frame. You can feel every flex of his cock, every pulse as another burst of pre lubes his passage inside you. You desperately struggle, but every tensed muscle squeezes the massive invading member in a way that makes its owner groan. He begins to thrust, drawing out six inches then suddenly plunging in eight, pulling out eight and reaching a foot to try to speed up his progress. Every thrust works his shaft deeper inside you, past the furthest your biggest toy could reach, far past the depths of the last boy, and deep, deep into virgin territory, his cock steamrolling it's way through your hot, tight insides.
"You've got an ass made for fucking, pup. Bet I could fuck you for hours and you'd still be as tight as a virgin."
You moan desperately into his paw as his plows into you from behind, using your own body weight to work you down his eye-wateringly fat dick. It gets steadily thicker towards the base, each thrust forcing your abused rim to stretch even wider but gaining less depth on each thrust.
"Nearly... There... Pup..."
He's pulling out further for longer thrusts now, drawing his hips back until only the massive head is left inside you, the plowing back in, deep-dicking your talented hole while keeping you completely immobilised in his arms. You don't think this is necessary now - you could as much stop this fuck now as you could stop the world from turning - but he maintains his powerful grip as he tried to force the last few punishingly thick inches inside, gravity and his own strength seemingly unable to overcome this last resistance. You feel his cock pounding deeper inside you than you ever thought possible, the huge head knocking against something deep in your abdomen that makes you breathless. But you want more.
You want to feel him hilted inside you when he cums, want to feel his huge balls against yours as he breeds your hole utterly, want to conquer this behemoth of a cock and prove you're the best fucktoy around.
A low growl in your ear reminds you that Master's getting impatient. He pants heavily as he tried to cram over a foot and a half of oversized dick into someone half his size, but it seems the last few inches just wont fit. Your cuffs are lifted off the hook and you're carried, still impaled on him, to a wall. He pushes you firmly against it, plants his feet and tries to use the extra leverage to finish stuffing you, but it's not enough, and he's getting close.
"Fucking.... Take it all you fucking hot little bitch...."
He lifts you again and you suddenly find yourself on all fours on the bed. With his hands almost encircling your waist, he throws all of his weight into a barrage of thrusts, making minute progress, but it's not enough. With a snarlof lust, he puts one foot up on the bed and just pulls you backwards onto him but you can feel the huge shaft stiffening, tensing, thickening, and you know he's about to blow.
He wraps both arms around your chest and lifts you up, before thrusting his hips up into you once, twice, three times, and you suddenly feel him lurch deeper inside you and his hips collide with your butt with a smack.. At the same time you feel every staggeringly thick inch of his dick jerk inside you as his productive balls blast their thick, heavy, warming load into the deepest recesses of your body. You're almost delirious from the feeling - a blossoming warmth somewhere in your core marking the floods of cum currently churning their way deep inside you, each pulse of cum tangible as it runs up his shaft. Each flex stretches your tight ring further, making you gasp wordlessly as you feel yourself get filled.
He humps those last few inches in and out of you, working every drop of cum deep into your overfilled inside, a slight bump visible on your flat tummy where the head of his cock is just visible pressing out above your belly button. His orgasm seems to last a full minute before tapering off. He snarls into your neck, keeping his hips pressed flush to your petite rump and his arms wrapped around you possessively.
"See... I told you... You... Could manage..."
He gently slides down onto his side, laying with you in front of him and his huge shaft still hilted inside you. You feel it pulsing gently in time with your masters heartbeat as your eyelids droop.
"My puppy. My good little puppy."