Hellhound's Toy (Rocky Road Version)
Inspired by Triller's porn for porn's sake, I've decided to write some of my own. Many thanks to the wonderful Triller for the inspiration.
Warning: This version of this story contains scenes of sex between adult anthropomorphic males. The acts involved are anal sex, oral sex, watersports, castration, and heavy cum inflation. Some of the males involved are hyperphallic demons. If this offends you, then you should turn back now. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Hellhound's Toy (Rocky Road version)
by Declan Xavier
"Rex, King!" came a soft voice from the gates. "I have a present for you!"
The two hellhounds raised their heads as their names were called, eyes focusing on the mist beyond the open gates to Hell. They saw an amorphous shadow moving back and forth. It wasn't until the figure was well in the glow of the molten brimstone that they could see it was a demon carrying a large sack over one shoulder like a twisted version of Father Christmas.
Declan grunted and struggled under the weight of the black canvas bag that he carried. He held his wings tight to his body so that the heavy load could rest on his back, even though it bent his slight frame. As he approached, he noticed the two hellhounds had roused from their slumber, eyes fixed coldly on him. It wasn't their decision; their eyes were always cold.
Hellhounds were to demons as pets were to mortals. Oh sure, they were proper anthros, when they wanted to be. They were malevolent energies all the same, crafted from the same stuff as demons, but they lacked much of a demon's powers. All a hellhound could do was transform between a quadruped and a biped, as well as some other minor powers regarding their own forms. They were intelligent enough to speak, and intelligent enough to follow orders, but little else. They couldn't even go to the world of mortals without a proper demon's supervision and aid.
Rex and King, both modeled after Doberman Pinschers from a child's nightmare, shifted from their feral form to anthros, walking over to help the demon with his burden. As they moved, Declan stopped to admire their forms. They were tall, standing at nearly seven feet tall each. They had the builds of soldiers, rock hard muscle over every inch of their forms, roiling beneath coal-black and muted tan fur. Despite their muscular frames, they retained a Doberman's sleek, smooth frame, marking them as superior hunters. They naturally possessed the kinds of bodies that anthros on the surface either dedicated their lives to sculpting, or gained through the use of illicit substances.
The two hellhounds certainly had never been exposed to those types of drugs, as they obviously didn't suffer from the side effects. Both dogs were decidedly male, and their genitals, like the rest of their bodies, were things that would draw envy from mortals. Thick sheaths covered in caramel-colored fur rested on top of black-furred globes, the size of each a mortal would find difficult to hold in one hand. Somehow, some way, the prodigious packages of these monsters did not detract from their tapered, muscular appearance.
"What's in the bag, boss?" Rex asked. Or perhaps it was King. Declan could never tell them apart, they looked so much like twins. He only knew that one had amber eyes and the other violet.
"Like I said, Rex, a present." Declan finished with a grunt, repositioning the bag.
"I'm King," said the violet-eyed hellhound. His eyes, purple marbles in his head lacking both pupil and whites, turned toward the misshapen sack on the demon's back.
The demon, rather than apologizing, just flipped the sack over his shoulder and let it fall to the hard, stony ground of Hell. The contents of the sack let out a squeal of pain and twitched, drawing the attentions of both hellhounds. They focused on the bag and started sniffing it heavily, but the thick canvas blocked their sense of smell. Their eyes glittered with a malevolent intelligence as they continued to try and scout out the package.
"It is a new toy for you two. Just be careful with it, I do not want you breaking it like the last one. They are hard to get, you know."
"Can't promise you anything," Rex said as he groped for the top of the sack, finding the drawstring and untying the knot. The black canvas fell away to reveal a small kangaroo male. The male was nude, and fully an adult, though he was dwarfed compared to the demons who circled him. He was a little pudgy, and average height for a male, covered with fur the color of faded leather and a belly of pure white. He was unconscious, the squeal of pain and twitch having been just a reflex.
King stooped over and sniffed at the male's throat. His eyes went wide and the nub of his tail started to wiggle at high speed. "What in the..." He looked up at Declan, who merely smiled back. "You brought us a live one?"
Declan nodded, petting both of the hellhounds on their heads. "Have fun you two," the demon smiled as he slid off deeper into Hell. Rex and King looked down at their new, unconscious toy, both of their tails wagging back and forth as physically possible. A live one in Hell was a very rare thing, and to be just handed one without any strings attached made it all the better. King reached out and roughly seized the roo's tail, but was stopped by Rex's hand encircling his wrist.
"What are you doing, he said not to break him."
"I'm not," King countered. "I'm just checking him out." He lifted the tail gingerly, catching the bottom of the roo's fuzzy white orbs underneath his pink pucker. Rex licked his lips at the sight, starting to pant with lust. His body responded to his thoughts, the pink, sharp tip of his erection poking out into the hot air.
Rex laughed at his fellow canine, but he too was starting to get aroused at the nude male at his disposal. He looked at King, whose attention was still fixed on the roo's tight, virgin tailhole. "So, which do you want first, heads, or tails?"
King dropped the roo's tail, which flopped against the ground. "A toy's no fun if it ain't movin'. I'm not the kind of male that plays with dolls."
Rex growled a bit at the perceived slight, but nodded just the same. "So, let's wake him up."
King nodded his approval, but then smiled as a wicked idea crossed his mind. Rex saw the grin, and returned it, even though he didn't know what the other Doberman was thinking. Whatever it was, it was going to be fun. The two hellhounds hadn't a toy to play with in years.
"He said this toy was ours, right?" King asked slowly. Rex nodded, and King continued. "So we should mark him as such, shouldn't we?"
Rex licked his lips at the mere thought, and then nodded again. "Who gets to mark him first?" he asked, fearing the answer to the potentially fatal question. If the two fought for dominance over the toy, then there was a good chance neither was going to walk away the winner.
"Why don't we both mark him at the same time? He is both of ours, after all."
The two Dobermans stood on either side of the roo, aiming the tips of their still half-hard cocks downward toward the mortal. They counted to three, and then simultaneous let loose with a stream of golden liquid. The pungent fluid hit the roo's back, rolling onto either side to coat the male in the scenting fluid. King moved toward the kangaroo's face with his hose, while Rex went South. The mortal twitched as the hot, yellow piss hit his shoulders, the smell of it acting like vinegar and waking him up.
King's stream came a half as he knelt down and grabbed the mortal's muzzle. He lifted it roughly just as the kangaroo's eyes opened. It was slow at first, then, catching a glimpse of the hellhound in front of him, his eyes snapped open and he tried to pull away in fear.
King held on tight, and Rex grabbed onto the back of the roo's head. "Calm down, toy, calm down. You're going to hurt yourself at this rate."
King laughed like a hyena, a rapid, high-pitched giggle. "Yeah, that's our job."
This did little to calm the roo's struggles, but the sharp growling from both of them made him freeze with fear. He looked up into the violet eyes of the one who held his muzzle, pleading with his eyes, assuring the Doberman that he'd be good.
"Good mortal, good. Now, you're our toy. If our toys make us happy, we keep them. If our toys make us unhappy, we bury them, or throw them in the lake of fire, or something else that they don't like. You want to make us happy, don't you?"
The roo nodded as best he could with his face still in the vice-like grip of the hellhound. The hellhounds laughed, causing the marsupial to shiver. King let go of his toy's muzzle. "Let's see how good of a toy Master Declan got for us." King stood up, towering over the mortal who was still mostly on his stomach. The kangaroo tried to look into the Doberman's eyes, but was stopped by the massive male marbles.
"Start licking, toy."
The roo climbed to his knees, licking his lips to give them some moisture. He shook with fear as his tongue lapped at the orbs in front of him. He lifted one with his tongue, then let it drop to tongue-bathe the other. The hellhound growled with pleasure as more and more his erection slid out of his sheath, drops of yellow falling as the tip succumbing to gravity and hit the kangaroo on the nose.
"Good toy," King growled. "Take your treat."
The kangaroo knew what he meant. He nodded silently, taking the still stiffening stick of musky meat and wrapping his tongue around the tip. The salty, acidic bite of urine sent his taste buds reeling, but he suppressed the urge to spit out the cock. The Doberman closed his eyes, putting his hand between the roo's ears and holding his head steady. The kangaroo watched as the thick pillars of muscle on either side of his face tightened, pushing those hips forward and shoving more of the cock into his mouth. It wasn't long before that monster salami in his mouth hit his gag reflex and pushed past it without so much as a second's thought.
Meanwhile, Rex wasn't content at watching his fellow hellhound getting a blowjob from their new toy. The Doberman demon lifted the roo's tail again, eyes focusing immediately on the underside of the fuzzy white globes that the kangaroo had been blessed with. While they were nowhere near the size of his own, Rex couldn't help but snarl at the sight of them.
"Hey King, we don't like our toys having bigger parts than we do, do we?"
The roo's ears rotated backwards as he heard this, his attention focusing away from the shaft in his mouth. King was doing most of the work, anyway. Still, the hellhound managed to grunt out a response. "No, nope. We certainly do not."
The kangaroo felt as paw wrap around his testicles roughly, the sac completely enclosed by one meaty grip. He whimpered pitifully around the prick as he started to struggle and kick. King growled, which didn't stop him. King reluctantly paused his thrusting into the mortal's muzzle, focusing his attention on his own prick. He knew the roo was about to lose his nuts, and he didn't want to lose his own cock in the process.
Rex's bicep flexed as he pulled down roughly, like he was tearing a stubborn fruit from a vine. Skin and connective tissues tore away easily in his grip, and the kangaroo screamed in pain as his balls were ripped off. He bit down hard on the cock in his mouth, but his teeth didn't pierce the flesh which had suddenly become as tough as leather. He clenched his jaw with all his strength, but King didn't seem to mind it at all. Worse, he actually seemed to be enjoying it.
He panted through his nose, each gasp inward bringing more and more of the hellhound's musk into his nostrils. Despite the pain and the fear in his mind, his body reacted on a purely biologic level to the amount of pheromones he was huffing. He felt his sheath stir even among the tattered remains of his genitals. He wasn't the only one who noticed, however, as Rex started another round of hissing giggles.
"It looks like he enjoyed that, King."
"Really?" King asked, tilting his head to the side like a feral dog. "Because he's chomping on my cock like he's starving."
Rex giggled, wrapping a paw around the kangaroo's stiffening shaft. "Maybe he'll like this even better."
"Quit messing around," King scolded, causing both Rex and the mortal to drop their ears against their skulls. "If you're so jealous of his size, why don't you just make yours bigger."
Rex stopped for a second, then smiled sheepishly. "Oh yeah, I can do that, can't I?"
King rolled his eyes, looking down at the kangaroo who was stuck on his penis. He gripped the roo's skull again, not giving any warning before he thrusting in and out of the warm muzzle roughly again. The kangaroo moaned from pain around the meat in his muzzle. King's cock finally hit the back of his throat, still a full half of his shaft outside of the mortal's mouth. The mortal's cheeks puffed out painfully as he accepted more meat reluctantly. His throat spasmed as he gagged and coughed around the larger-than-normal penis in his mouth. The kangaroo tried to distract himself from the pain by licking furiously along the underside of the erection, hoping that if he pleased King, the torture would stop.
Rex wrapped his paw around the base of his growing shaft, his middle finger and thumb soon parting ways as his erection swelled. He stopped it there. Too big, and he wouldn't even be able to get it into the mortal's back door. He almost felt bad for the toy, having an obviously tight hole about to be pierced by his demonic sausage. Almost was as close as the hellhound got to sympathy; however, as he was more focused on how much he was going to enjoy this. He put the tip of his cock against the winking hole, not wanting to stretch it out before his cock got a chance to feel that velvety muscle sleeve. He wanted the kangaroo to lose his anal virginity on the end of his shaft, not on the tips of his fingers.
The roo screamed around King's cock, trying frantically to tell the dog behind him to stop. He closed his eyes, a tear or two streaming down his cheek. He knew it was going to hurt, and if the shaft at his ass was anywhere near the size of the shaft in his mouth, it was going to kill him. As he started to turn his head, he felt King's grip on the top of his head tighten.
"Calm down, toy. If you fight him, it'll only make him mad."
Rex waited until King was done reassuring their yifftoy before proceeding. Without further adieu, Rex shoved a good inch of his thick meat into the tender tailhole of the kangaroo. The pucker stretched wide to accommodate the veiny, throbbing member. The kangaroo screamed out in a pain as he felt something under his tail tear. For a minute, his coughing and gagging ceased. He swore he was about to pass out, not helping the fact that his airway was mostly blocked by demon dog dick.
The coppery smell of blood only fueled Rex's lust as he pushed against the resistance he felt. The sore muscles did little to hold back the invasion of the monster, or the tool he possessed. All he managed to do was provided a stuttering rhythm to the hellhound's entrance. King watched as his friend pushed himself balls into the roo, tongue lolling out and eyes rolled back in pleasure. Thick, heavy drops of drool hit the small of the kangaroo's back, making him shiver harder.
The two enjoyed the vibrations of the shivering mortal that was skewered on their cocks. The kangaroo was sure he could feel the two demon dicks meeting in his stomach, focusing all his efforts on just breathing and staying conscious. He couldn't even let himself think what these two monsters would do to him while he was passed out.
King let go of the roo's head as Rex began to pull his cock out and then shove it back in roughly. The mortal's nose was shoved forward with the thrust, the tip of King's shaft entering his throat. The muscles there hugged it tightly, even as it was pulled free when Rex pulled his own cock out. King was more than content to stand, letting his friend do all the work and getting a blowjob that had been a long time coming.
Rex felt the tunnel ease around his shaft, but never really let go. As he felt the roo's ass stretch to fit, he made his cock grow wider, thicker. The roo's muscles tightened uselessly against the shaft that quickly swelled to the size of his forearm. The tight, formerly virgin roo still tried to resist the invasion, even as the monster cock shot out thick, warm streams of precum, which mingled with the blood to provide a easier yiff. This only caused the hellhound to be rougher with the toy, having to shove against the token resistance to get his pole deep into the roo's ass.
The feeling of the roo's tight tailhole was too much for the pent up hellhound. He could feel his orgasm welling up at the base of his pubic bone at the same time he felt his knot start to swell. He started to giggle, which caused King to open his eyes. He snarled, which was hard considering how good he was feeling at the moment.
"Don't you dare," warned King. "If you knot fuck him, I'll rip your throat out. You're not going to ruin him before I have the chance to get at him."
Rex merely shrugged. "You can always make yours bigger," he countered, pushing the knot against the bleeding tailhole. The roo whimpered, as it felt like someone was shoving a basketball against his ass. It was a basketball that had a heartbeat, though.
Rex flattened his ears against his skull, growling as he thrust forward hard. He got a good half of his knot inside, but it slid back out. Rex thrust again, causing the roo to scream in pain as the knot once more stretched his already abused hole wider. Rex's hormone-addled brain wanted nothing more than to shove that knot into the roo and tie with him as he filled his ass with demon cum, and he wasn't going to let the mortal's inability to stretch stop him. He shoved one more time, feeling the hot muscle slide up and over his knot and down the other side.
The Doberman demon growled loudly as he felt another surge, signaling that his orgasm was imminent The tool lanced forward a bit as it let out a torrent of hot seed, sending jet after jet of thick, viscous cum deep into the roo. The roo felt the warmness fill him and try to flow out. It was stopped by the monster knot keeping him plugged up, and so went deeper into the roo's stomach. The orgasm lasted a lot longer than anything the roo had felt himself, and he quickly reached the point where his stomach was full. The mortal's eyes went wide as he felt the orgasm continue.
King grabbed the sides of the roo's puffed out muzzle, taking advantage of the surprise. "Finish me off," he growled. The roo nodded, working his tongue over the cock in his mouth, bringing the hellhound quickly to orgasm. King pulled his cock out until the tip was just inside the mortal's lips. The meat cannon fired off a round of cum, filling the roo's mouth with piping hot seed. He swallowed it down just in time for another jet to take its place.
The hellhound pulled his shaft free, firing off a third and fourth load onto the kangaroo's face while the mortal was still busy trying to swallow all the seed in his mouth and throat. The gel was surprisingly sweet, and the mortal couldn't help but feel that he wanted more, even as his stomach expanded with Rex's semen. He began to lick the cum off his face, even as some dripped out of the corners of his mouth.
Rex finally pulled out of the roo, causing some of the built up cum to flow free, squiring out from behind the roo and splattering against the Doberman's groin. He looked down and smiled at the now red, abused pucker that leaked pink goo. "You want a go, King?"
King nodded, still coming down from his own orgasm. "Yeah," he said finally. "Then the real fun can begin." He grabbed the roo's cum-covered chin and lifted it again. "This little mortal will have to learn to be more active in his blowjobs. Isn't that right, toy?"
The roo nodded, tongue still working to clean off his muzzle in order to prepare for his next helping.