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Weed's Reward

Weed x Jerome's Crew

The wind lifted the puppy, it was clear to see and though the killer was usually not impressed by luck, the agility of the pup was obvious. Maybe this Weed was one to take seriously, but in the end, Jerome knew that a puppy would be nothing against their quarry and yet, when Weed landed, it was clear they would not shake him easily. There was only one way to teach the puppy a lesson to stop him from this chaos. His eyes turned to Heuler who was staring at the pup in total disbelief. When the rest of the group on the other side of the chasm were clearly not ready to jump over just yet, Heuler turned to look to Jerome, then North, then Robert and then Rocca. They all looked back to Jerome and he stepped forward towards the still panting pup.

"You've shown you're bold, but it won't save you... this is a suicide mission..." Jerome stated as he stepped over to the panting little Akita mix that lifted his head up to look towards the older Alsatian. Jerome was trying to make the situation obvious; he and his crew knew they were going to die in order to take out P4 and this pup's life had so much more potential. But when Weed looked up at him with that determined flicker within his eyes, it was clear that there was no way that they were going to shake this puppy, not even through violence. Jerome grit his teeth and turned towards his crew, if they were to die than why not strengthen their warrior's resolve and experience some comfort... each of them deserved to go out knowing they had proven their masculinity and this pup... well, he would do. "If you're intent on 'aiding' us, then you can help my comrades in given them comfort... Rocca... you're first."

Weed stared up at Jerome in confusion, still panting and tired from the run and the jump when suddenly, Jerome looked to Heuler and the pointer leapt forward and clasped his jaws around Weed's throat, holding him and forced him to gag. The pup looked up at Jerome in shock, he tried to speak but Heuler was putting pressure on his larynx to keep him quiet, it was clear Weed thought they were trying to choke him out, but the large German shepherd just lapped at his lips and stepped behind the pup. The tall, silent Doberman, Rocca stepped forward with his head bent forward and his eyes looking malicious. The aura around him screamed of death and Weed gasped as he looked towards the fangs on the dog before Rocca suddenly stepped onto his shoulders and pushed his groin right into his face.

"Try to bite down or stop me and Heuler will kill you. Learn your place pup, we're the elite and this is all you can do against our prey." The Doberman growled, licking his lips as he looked to the pretty and anxious face upon the pup and it quite turned him on. He looked to his master happily, giving Jerome a bob of his head in utter thanks as Rocca leaned further up onto Weed's shoulders as the pup gasp and then the Doberman's big fact cock was suddenly visible to the young pup as it was swung and slapped against his face and nose as Rocca gave a chuckle. "If you met him... his cock would be the same size as you, but he'd still expect it to fit down your throat..."

"Don't worry puppy, Rocca sounds mean, but he won't do anything to hurt you... you're to comfort him and us before our glorious battle to the death, so be sweet and show us what you can do." North stated, stepping forward with a playful wag of his tail, though like the other males around their cocks were probing out of their sheaths. Jerome gave a soft smirk of amusement as he sat behind Weed... it wouldn't be painful if Weed was older, but his fur was still soft and puppy like, he still looked to have his milk teeth so it was clear his mouth would be gorgeous to feel. North chuckled in amusement as he and the Norbert pulled in closer and watched Weed gulp and groan as the fat Doberman dick was slapped across his chin, each touch making it straighten out and become more erect the harsher he was with the pup. It couldn't be helped, they were all fighters and if it was not a sweet soft bitch they all would be gentle for, the pup allowed a little more roughness and they were not going to loose their masculine prowess on kindness to a puppy.

As Weed tried to close his mouth, he was soon gagging and almost choking like someone was shoving bear meat down his front as something strong smelling and thick stuffed itself into his jaw. His nose snorted messily, he had to close his eyes, something meaty in feel but musky in taste was lounging in his mouth and pushing down into his throat. His tongue pushed up, jogging the length in his mouth, trying to twist and flick it out but unable to get it free as the tip pushed in deeper. Weed groaned against his gag reflex, forcing a swallowing motion that pinched and squeezed the cock further down as Rocca gave a groan of utter pleasure for the sensation. The taste was overwhelming, Weed had to snort in and out to breathe as Heuler then let go of the pup's throat and Rocca began to slowly grind his cock back and forth within the pup's muzzle.

"WEED! WEED! OH MY GOD, WEED!" On the other side of the chasm, Ken, Mel, Smith, Kagetora and GB were all staring in utter disbelief to see Jerome's group moving around the pup like this. Fury gripped them, their blood was thumping hard and they knew they wanted to launch across there and beat up that scary Doberman for doing this kind of thing to their young leader! However, even Smith found that his old warrior's spirit was at a loss in this moment, he could not seem to push his paws into moving, let alone to gather the strength and speed he would need to jump the chasm. He was as frozen as the others, watching that thick form push in and out of the pup's gaping jaw!

They could do nothing....

"Try to focus on breathing and swallowing or you might drown..." Robert growled playfully as he approached the situation, snuffling around the pup's tail just like Jerome and licking his lips as watched the way the little pup's balls were too small to feel slapping against them should they mount. The foxhound cross was grinning at he looked towards North and then to his boss, this puppy was still so young he might as well be a bitch! Rocca though continued to thrust into the pup's mouth before he felt his knot starting to form and he licked his lips before turning to his boss.

"Boss... you should take him now, teach what really makes a male..." North spoke before Rocca could, making his companion grin in amusement as h continued to thrust his fat form deep into the pup's throat, feeling him gag and squeeze his length. Rocca didn't want tie in the pup's mouth, he wanted that pleasure for the kid's backside, but they were all quit assured that their boss should be the one to go first and Jerome gave a chuckle as he looked up to Rocca in amusement.

"Rocca... keep enjoying yourself, North... as you suggested it I want you to get him ready for me... Heuler keep him held in place and Robert... see if you can't give him a paw in feeling a bit better whilst I prep myself." The German shepherd growled softly as he lay down and lifted a leg, swiftly licking his sheath down his probing cock and then coating himself in saliva. Heuler kept his hold of Weed, making sure that the pup could still breathe but not complain as North then lapped his neat paw and gently lay it over the pup's tailhole. He then gently smeared his paw up and down to make it pinch and squeeze open and shut as Weed groaned against the cock in his jaw before North flicked a digit into the hole.

Weed lurched forward, his mouth squeezing tightly around Rocca's cock, wanting to bite down or scream but it just thrust straight back into his throat, precum spattering down and forcing the swallowing motion. Weed was scared, he could feel something big and sore rubbing around his backside, it didn't feel right and it certainly should not be happening as he strained outwards, trying to push the digit out but it just went in deeper. The heat and the stretching made tears form in his eyes, he did not now what was happening as he snorted messily through his nose and then groaned as Robert's nose shifted under the pup's belly to just rub gently along his sheath, beckoning him to show himself just a little. Weed grimaced, it didn't feel bad being touched down there but his backside hurt and his jaws were aching as Rocca then seemed to strain onto Weed's back more, grimacing and growling towards his boss.

"I'm gonna cum... better get in there now so he'll swallow!" The Doberman growled towards their leader, smack his cock as deep into Weed's throat as possible, barging his thighs into Weed's jaw to make it feel bruised. Weed's body was bending down, struggling against the weight and as North popped his paw away with a wet little squeak and Robert pulled back, Heuler also let go. Weed's body had been forced into a play bow, his backside wide and show off a little spattering of damp as Jerome then squatted behind the pup and then hooked his paws around Weed's waist. The pup's hind paws were lifted slightly, he scrabbled at the ground for safety, his eyes wide in terror before some spear of burning hot flesh stabbed right into his backside and made him roar down the Doberman cock. "CUMMING!"

Rocca groaned in pleasure as a thick load was spurted right down Weed's gullet as the pup screamed but was muffled. Jerome's thick shaft was still being stabbed further and further into the pup's backside, forcing the muscle to stretch out or risk tearing, stabbing in so deep his sheath was kissing the puckering rim. It burnt, it stung, it twitched and pulsed to try and push the invasive sensation out but Jerome held him so tightly up against his groin that Weed was forced to swallow and almost fainted. Rocca pulled out with another loose string of cum slapping over the pup's muzzle as Weed gave a gagging gasp of desperation... froth made of cum and drool pouring out of the corner of his mouth as his tongue hung limp in his jaw and he groaned for a moment.

"Good... now you'll feel the strength of a real male... a male whose stamina can hold out in the worst battle..." Jerome growled into the pup's ear as Weed gave a groan and turned his head back. There was a slight blush on his face and as Jerome felt below, the pup's cock was already out. Jerome was amused, he could see his pack members were showing off their arousal as Rocca sat back and licked himself clean, eager for a go in the pup's backside. Jerome's eyes then flickered towards the other dogs, only to practically smell their own arousal at the sight. He grinned in amusement and then gripped about Weed tightly. "I'll show you the ferocity of the beast we face the only way you'll know... Heuler, you take Rocca's position."

"Yes sir..." The hound with his flopped ears nodded his head and then licked his lips, he stood in front of Weed and grinned in amusement as he watched Jerome then start his slow, long thrusts that made the pup moan and groan, whimper and cry. Tears streamed down Weed's face, he felt his body being pulled upon, being burnt by the shifting rod and yet it felt all the more alive for it too. Something was stroking the inside of him like it was stroking his very heart, filling him with bursts of joy and making him sob all the harder for how wonderful it felt against a sea of pain. His ring was bruised and swelling, painful and raw feeling as Jerome's fat length slid in and out against the little wrinkles. On the inside he was barging the pulsing passage wide every time it seemed to shrink back thinking it could go back to normal as the slow thrusts by the well-versed shepherd continued in a torturous display.

Jerome's was grinding his jaw together, the puppy felt so tight around his rigid form, so warm and surprisingly he was getting wet inside quite quickly and the way he moaned and whined in pain suited Jerome well. If the pup didn't listen to simple reason then he would have to listen to the pain his body would be in for the brutality the pack would show him. It was a harsh lesson, but the only way the pup's resolve could really be tested as a true male may face all kinds of enemies no matter what lay ahead of him! As Jerome groaned and gave a soft sigh of pleasure as he felt his not forming though he thumped himself deeply into the pup's backside, Heuler gave a grin and then stood on his hindlegs as Weed gave a groan, his own little cock straining out to its fullest.

"Careful boss... you might make the pup blow before you do..." North chuckled softly, but he was feeling his own cock pulse in and out, his patience was waning because he wanted to get in on it already, but if Robert was sitting calmly beside him to wait, then he'd behave just as much. Rocca was cleaning himself and resting up, letting the rest of his cum build up in time for his round on that pup's backside! Jerome continued to grind deeply into the pup as Weed gasped again, his tongue hanging out just as Heuler's longer but thinner cock was barged into his jaw.

Weed pulled his tongue in, groaning and trying to push it in ahead of the cock, trying to stop Heuler from getting into his mouth but the hound just grinned and pushed himself in. Weed choked and gagged heavily, his mouth was still stained in cum from Rocca's previous attempt and he was choking and sputtering quickly as Heuler began to grind deep into her mouth before Weed had even settled his mouth about it. He tried to move his head, tried to knock it out of his jaw but the more his still soft puppy mouth rolled and rubbed against the head of the cock, the more the hound was grinning and sighing in pleasure. Heuler pushed his paws onto Weed's shoulders as Jerome hooked his paws around the pup's body tightly, pushing him down too so his backside spread out more though he howled against the cock in his mouth for the bruising all around his anus as Jerome punched himself in deeper.

Heuler lay his stomach over the pup's head, keeping his head lowered and pushing his cock in as far as he could, rubbing in and out with fast jerks, knowing he too only wanted quick relief here because they all wanted the pup's ass. As he did so, his ears flopped back and forth with soft swatting sounds that mingled with the thumping and clapping of Jerome's body into the pup's ass as it squeezed tighter and seemed to get wetter. Weed was howling against the cock that was gargling against his tonsils, tickling and rolling inside to make him lurch and gag and then force himself to swallow his spit, Heuler's precum and the drying, stinking spots of Rocca's cum still trapped between his teeth. Weed was groaning in upset and agony, he could feel himself going weird below, his own cock was dribbling precum and it felt good but Jerome in his ass felt even better, even though it was truly agonising.

"Prepare yourself Weed... we've still got a long way to go..." Jerome licked the drool form his lips, smiling down at the pup as he felt his knot form and bulge up to the pup's rear. He licked his lips again in pleasure, Weed busy groaning against Heuler's throat tickling to really know what was aiming for him. As Jerome pulled back as far as he dare, Weed gave out the lowest gasp of pleasure, opening his mouth so wide Heuler stuffed himself right in to make the pup choke. Then Jerome slammed himself right in again, this time pushing right into the pup's body and pushing his fat bulb in, making that bruised ring barge out, practically smashing himself knot into Weed as the pup screamed silently before gagging and groaning in a mix of pleasure and shock against the cock in his jaw as Jerome lifted himself up, turned about and his cock seemed to spin inside Weed, forcing the pup's very first anal orgasm and the first splash of the pup's seed as Jerome' began to pump steadily into his body.

"So good... he really liked it... there's so much drool in his mouth... this pup's a bit of a slut!" Heuler chuckled in amusement, pushing himself in deep again as Weed grimaced and groaned in upset over the whole situation. He could feel something hot spurting into his backside, filling him with something squishy, strange, it tingled and made his backside pulse more and more to squeeze out the rest of it. It made him want to scream out for the pain and the weirdness as Jerome was licking his lips and giving a soft sigh of delight to feel the pup's actions within his body, it was beautiful to feel an untouched youth squeeze and drinking in his seed with such delight. The smell of the youngster's own cock juice was amusing too as Heuler gave a low moan towards his boss, clearly the pup had been liking this far more than he ever should have. "I think I'm going to blow early... means Robert gets his go..."

"Robert? Why do I have to wait till last?" North scoffed, his cock hanging out of his sheath, pulsing and straining, smelling the excitement in the air and he could almost not stand holding out when he wanted to just fuck the pup now! But when Jerome gave a chuckle and beckoned him over, North was excited before Jerome said he could rub one out with the pup for the moment and North's tail was spinning in circles in delight. Weed gagged against Heuler's cock stuffing in deeper, almost retching forward as he then gave a groan and his body twitched as North's cock was soon leaning into his as the mix breed craned over him, rubbing his cock against him. The sudden jolt made Jerome moan in pleasure as it squeezed his knot into releasing more cum in a thick splurge as Weed moaned and seemed to writhe for a minute against the sensation, only make the other males feel good with him.

Heuler was feeling too good and swiftly, he gave a grunt as his cock burst a thick splat of cum onto the back of Weed's tongue. As Heuler pulled out, Weed tried to gargle the cum and spit it out, but Heuler bit his muzzle shut, rubbing at his throat and forcing the youngster to swallow it down whilst sobbing in horror. Heuler then stepped to Rocca, falling onto his bag and spreading his legs open, sighing in pleasure as North continued over Weed's back, their cocks frotting together as Weed groaned and twitched in upset at how his body was betraying him. Jerome though began to groan softly in pleasure as his cock finished throwing out its last bits of cum and he then stepped forward, his fat cock sliding out of Weed's backside.

It came out with a spray of cum as Weed suddenly squatted down, his hips jolting as he experienced another orgasm from behind from the release and warbled an upset moan of pleasure before North then stepped in front of Weed's face. Jerome chuckle, licking his lips and then laying aside to clean his cock a little, enjoying the sight of his cum rushing down Weed's hind legs. As the youngster whimpered and sobbed in despair for the sensations tickling his body, Jerome turned towards Rocca and swung his head. As Weed gasped for feeling North's long cock teasing and wrestling with his, Robert was up and ready to mount Weed and stick his cock inside as the Doberman approached the back and Jerome gave a soft expression of amusement.

"Enjoy this... your mouth may be able to take on a lot... but your body will show how pathetic the stamina of a pup like you is... you cannot be a warrior if you cannot deal with any battle with at least five enemies without collapsing." Jerome scoffed, sounding self-righteous as he deemed that this was all part of the pup's training as well as his reward for jumping the canyon. If he could still stand after taking five warriors for the first time, then truly he was a warrior to be reckoned with. Jerome then settled to lick himself clean, ready to have his turn at that face after North as the Doberman hooked himself around Weed's body as the pup tried to moan a protest with Robert's mouth sudden barging in to stop him. Rocca hooked the pup's hips firmly with his forelegs and then slammed it and his rod into Weed, making the pup's cock jolt out as North gave a gasp of pleasure.

"That's right Rocca... get in as deep and fast as you can... this puppy certainly seems to love cock... and hurry up, please Robert!" North whined as he settled aside, his cock still out and bulging, feeling like he should just start jerking over the pup. When he flicked his eyes to his boss, Jerome nodded his head and even Heuler stepped to his side to join in rubbing themselves off over the straining, gasping pup. Weed was being jogged back and forth by the Doberman's rough motions, unable to stop Robert's cock from being stuff right down his throat as Rocca forced him to rock along the length. Robert was wheezing and moaning in pleasure, the messy but deliciously wet inside of the pup's soft mouth was indescribably good and he kept giving soft almost whistling sounds through his teeth as he barely needed to thrust but let the pup's tongue slide up and down.

Rocca was feeling just as good as Jerome had, his whole body melting into the oozing heat of the pup's insides and feeling his balls slap against the pup's thighs was even better. He liked being hard on his partners, he was never tender and if this were to be his last time on this earth, he'd keep hammering himself into the gagging pup until he ran dry! He panted and growled above, almost coming nose to nose with the stockier form of Robert as the two bigger dogs had their heavy paws pinching down into the pup's back, making Weed weak. Rocca could feel the pup was still fighting, his first rape had only loosened him, but his body was still fighting the males and that was what Rocca loved to feel as his knot began to swell and he slammed himself in and out.

North was soon able to let off a short little lasso of spunk onto Weed's body, cackling that it just missed hitting Robert and Rocca's paws. The two bigger dogs had turned on the little native with their jaws on display warning him not to even think of getting his stuff on them as he pulled his ears back and whimpered a little as he tried not to shoot off anymore. Heuler was snorting at him but rubbing himself into excitement at the sight too as Jerome sat up proudly and turned his head around to watch Weed's companions. As Rocca's knot slipped in and Weed yelled against the throbbing phallus in his mouth, bucking and jolting about in agony, his companions called out as Rocca dismounted but stood in tie position. Jerome called out to the others as Robert bit into Weed's ear, warning him not to do that again, having felt the teeth scrape at him just as little as Robert's own bulb began to build up as he thrust inwards.

"If you want to try and save him, you can come over and join as our bitches too, you know you cannot defeat us... what about you, Big Guy... I'm sure Rocca will have fun claiming you... or the old man with his three legs, North's so eager to go you'd be perfect..." Jerome snarled at them, licking his lips to show off his sharp teeth and warn them that he was not kidding. Though the others were watching in total disbelief, they were unable to try and leap across and utterly embarrassed too. Of them all, only Mel seemed to be pacing back and forth in frustration, the others were all hiding their own excitement... even old Smith could smell the sex in the air and was feeling strange longings for something he knew as forbidden.

"North... you might be in luck sooner than you think, this pup's mouth is so soft, I'm starting to lose my mind here..." Robert chuckled in amusement as he groaned and ground himself into the pup's mouth. Tears were pouring down Weed's eyes, somehow, when Jerome had been penetrating him, there had been something to it that he'd found acceptable, but not his group. He groaned as he felt Rocca's knot pulsing and spitting cum into his backside, making his stomach groan and yet he could feel too that familiar sensation when it had bee Jerome, making his own cock swell again. How could Weed be so ruined by these males already? As he groaned and tried to breathe awkwardly past it all, Robert began to rush himself into when suddenly Rocca gave a seeming hiccup and then slid out.

"Damn... used it all in his mouth... go ahead Heuler... enjoy..." Rocca pulled out when he loosened, practically slipping out and smearing cum down Weed's legs again. The sudden slack made Weed's body tremble and his little cock wiggled a little with his back legs, they almost looked about to collapse and yet Weed managed to stomp a foot. Rocca grinned as he stepped away to lick himself clean, utterly satisfied as Robert continued to rub his cock against the roof of Weed's mouth, making him moan through drool, precum and the horrid itching sensation from he cock. With his ass now free, the hound trotted over to his side and then swiftly he hooked his paws around Weed's hips and then thrust in hard and firm. Weed gasped, spitting out North's cock as he'd pushed forward to run and knocked the big dog over.

Suddenly, North grasped hold of Weed's throat as he'd cried out and begged, only to be silenced again. Robert snarled as Heuler just licked his lips in amusement at his friend's despair. When he watched Robert thump a paw into the pup's face, Jerome warned him not to be too rough as Heuler was busy grinding and moaning as he stuffed his cock into the still tight but slickened passage. Heuler couldn't stop making low moans, such erotic sounds that were making North even harder than he was before as he looked towards Robert and then barged past him. Before Robert could continued to enjoy that soft mouth, North was quick to sling his forepaws around Weed's face. At first the pup closed his mouth, only to have the slippery cock darting up and down his muzzle, making him want to sneeze as he wheezed ad groaned against Heuler's long cock sliding in and out, tickling some hidden point that was making his weakened hips wobble and his cock leak more precum, but he did not want to take another cock in the mouth.

"Fine North... you enjoy yourself there and I'll just end myself on his head! Mind if we pull him down, Heuler?" The big dog grunted in amusement and Heuler nodded with a grin, flicking a hind leg out and bracing himself as Weed was tripped onto his chest, his little cock slapping his legs as Heuler chuckled and continued to grind into him. As Weed opened his mouth to moan in pain, North managed to stuff himself inside that wet mouth, squatting around the pup's had, holding him by the back of it and thrusting manically into Weed's mouth. Weed coughed, gurgled and groaned, almost vomiting against these faster thrusts as his chest burnt from the pain. Robert then mounted, sitting on the pup's head and then rubbing his slippery cock between Weed's shoulder blades. Rocca gave a holler of amusement at the scene as Jerome stepped over to Weed and whispered into is ear as the pup was forced to mouth and try to wrestle to push North out of his mouth.

"Foolish pup... your attempts to throw off powerful opponents are easily overwhelmed. A true warrior can fight no matter the odds or the vicious actions of his foe. You're still standing on your hindfeet... stay on it through the rest ad you'll impress us." Jerome stated bluntly, licking his lips and then turning to face the chasm and Weed's companions that were still aroused and still unable to leap across and try to rescue their friend! Weed was groaning and he wanted to weep because of the brutality as Heuler's knot managed to lock into place as he gave a groan. Weed would have cried but because Jerome had spoken, told him he might impress him, for some reason Weed still tried to remain strong. Suddenly as Heuler dismounted to lock them in place, he tightened himself by accident, only to gasp down North's length, letting it get stuffed in deeper before something embarrassing happened. North was very close and finally, he'd rubbed his cock up and down the curve of the pup's spine when suddenly he'd cum! A spray of semen smeared the pup's body and the sudden warm, wet sensation as if someone might have wet on him had caused Weed to suddenly cum himself with a low moa of shameful pleasure down North's length s the other moaned for the sensation of it.

"Heh... talk about tiger stripes... not so much silver now so much as white stripes... I'll clean up and wait for you Heuler... you look like you're going to fill that ass right up." Robert grunted, lying down and grooming himself as he panted away, his cum having landed over some of the stripes and replaced their lines with the creamy cum. As he cleaned up and Weed just felt the pleasure twitching through his cock as it spat out semen, he tried not to enjoy North's cock... but if things were going the way he assumed they would... Jerome's cock would be in his mouth next. Why? Why did he like Jerome even after this? Why was he thinking about enjoying sucking off the first cock to have initiated this gangrape? What was wrong with him? Heuler though was grinning and nodding his head, panting and drooling, his knot so swollen it could be seen almost ballooning out of the pup's backside as it slowly pump sperm right into Weed's backside, filling it with more and more as Weed felt it and his stomach quivered with the sensation.

Heuler was going to take a while, it would give Robert the time to rest himself up for the next round, but North's own excitement was starting to betray his endurance. He was hurrying into the pup's mouth, forcing him to swallow down all the semen left within. Each time Weed gulped and swallowed, his mouth squeezed North and it was clear the mix breed was getting very close to exploding all over the pup. Robert and Rocca were watching in amusement, licking at their noses in amusement to see how the others were enjoying themselves and how there was still a long way to go before the pup was done with. It was amusing to think he might just last that long, but all the dogs were feeling satisfied and even more prepared for the battle ahead of them!

As Weed gagged and choked as the cock pushed some of the dried flakes of cum down his throat, North aimed at rubbing his cock right at the back of the pup's throat, tickling him and making him gasped even more. At this rate, Weed might just vomit out cum, but North gripped himself more tightly around Weed, pushing the pup's nose into his fur and smothering him. As Weed tried to pull away to get the chance to breathe, the shaking of his had did the job and North gave a sudden howl of pleasure as he came in sprays into Weed's jaw. The young Akita mix had to swallow it down, just so North would get off and he was able to breathe. As Weed gave a groan and then collapsed, Heuler gave a yelp but Weed gave a sudden scream.

The puppy was on his side, panting and whining, lifting a hindleg up as the hound mix squatted to stop the pain in his body as his cum was swelling the pup's backside. As the other watched, they could see a thin trickle of blood forming around the tie to say Weed's collapse had hurt him and the pup was looking towards Jerome desperately. He was begging to be let go already, begging that the lesson was over and yet he was too proud to open his mouth and say anything that would make him less of a warrior. Heuler though was uncomfortable and though he was widening the pup's ass with his cum and even pushing it further down the puppy's bowel, he felt himself slackening and then slid out. His knot was still big and squirting out cum, so he back up, standing over the pup's body and letting himself finish onto the pup's seemingly pristine fur as he wheezed in relief and Robert gave a scoff... he was not going to be so gentle with this pup....

"Don't think I'm going to be as gentle as anyone else... get your ass ready for me." Robert stood over the pup, looking down at his sodden form as he lay there panting and wheezing out cum from his backside as he panted and sighed as he looked towards these brutal dogs. Weed was not quite sure he could survive any longer, but the thought of tasting Jerome's length made him tingle. What was it about the shepherd that was so charismatic, so casual, so blunt about the horrors he faced and yet so determined too that pulled Weed in? Or was it because Weed could see within him the desire to gain something more, to be something more... because what he was doing was justice and he was a true warrior that Weed wished to serve and learn from....

Robert suddenly lifted Weed up beneath him by the scruff, he didn't care about the cum getting onto his fur, he'd get North to clean his chest as he hoisted the pup into a sitting position to face his group. Weed sat up, leaning more into the body of Robert for support, dried cum crusting around his jaw as he lifted his head weakly to face his companions, a blush forming to see their faces. All of them were shocked to see Weed looking so weak, but when Weed placed his paws down firmly and hunch his shoulders, bracing himself and showing he still had strength, Smith gave a firm snort of amusement, he'd seen that determination before! Then Robert sat the pup onto his hind feet, his fat cock broader than some of the others as it rubbed at Weed's cheeks and knocked more clots of cum out as Weed grit his teeth and then braced as Robert the stuffed himself in with a thumping thrust as Weed gave a gasp of shock.

The dogs on the other side were all startled, not only was that such a ruthless thrust, but Weed's cock was suddenly straining out as if the sudden violence had excited him. The understanding made the sudden realisation of his humiliation swell inside Weed's mind. As he suddenly realised just how much trouble he was in, he was stuck trying to take in soothing air, his backside felt suddenly broken, something so thick and pushed its way inside of him, keeping his back straight like a pin and stuffing itself in so much that the swelling and bruising of his anus already, only worked against him to please Robert all the more. The big dog grave a growl of amusement as Weed remained bracing himself and began to gasp and groan out loudly as Robert began to slam and thump into him.

The erotic sounds of Weed's rape echoed around thanks to the chasm, it filled his companions with wretched yet lustful thoughts... all of them looking at the pup and wanting to wet their own cocks inside his mouth or ass. He was taking so much, spilling cum out from each round before with each of Robert's firm pumping motions as his tongue lolled and precum dribbled out of his own tip. Weed was sucking in cool air, desperate for it to stop him from passing out when he only had one dog left after this and then Jerome's cock. He could not believe the thought of Jerome violating his mouth was keeping him from fainting and being spared... but if Jerome was to be believed than surviving through it all would prove his intentions and abilities as a warrior. Weed would not be defeated like this and he gave a low moaning sound of pleasure and pain as Robert stabbed himself in deeply.

The passage was pulled wide for Robert, he burrowed in deep and stretched whatever had failed to react to the others as Weed gave gargled sounds of shock and his cock swelled or jolted in pleasure. The pup was drowning in sensation, exhaustion and just the scent of cum all over his body and it made him feel drunk and stupid. How could he let himself be so used? Robert was so rough, his hips slapping into Weed so hard before pinching it was almost as if this dog wanted to crush the pup's pelvis with his pleasure. He was panting heavily, looking very eager to keep being so rough, glad or a sturdy partner as his companions watched on with grins.

"Soon our turn, right boss?" North beamed as he looked towards Jerome, noticing the way his own normally emotionless and focused leader's cock was probing out of its sheath in growing anticipation of more attention. North was doing the same, he'd hardly had a chance to enjoy the pup's mouth before he'd embarrassed himself but he was going to really work that ass. It would probably be loose after Robert's deep plunging motions, but it would be warm and the scent of so much cum and arousal in the air meant he'd still want to leave his own deposit. This pup was really learning his use more as a comfort bitch than a warrior and yet, he was still determined to show them otherwise. "He still doesn't get it, does he?"

"No... but its fine... puppies that can keep their delusions even after such brutality are unique." Jerome stated with a bored edge as Weed continued to give low gasps of pleasure and shock as each thrust buried Robert's form deeper and deeper into his body. Weed looked drunk and stupid, almost as if he were enjoying it when clearly he was just too exhausted to do more than just make noises. As Robert continued to pump in, he gave a sot growl of frustration as his knot squeezed up into pup's body and Weed gave out a sudden yodel of upset and yet pleasure as his backside was spread wider than ever as the knot slid inside but Robert did not stop pumping his hips or change position.

Jerome gave a soft smirk as the continued thrusting, forcing the fat bulb in more and stretching the pup's body out even wider caused him to start spitting cum into the wind of the chasm. His companions remained with heir eyes locked upon the situation as Robert continued to keep going as Weed just groaned and moaned out in total joy. Jerome then looked to the others, insisting Rocca and Heuler took the time to rest. They nodded their heads, curling up and immediately settling into a well trained sleep as Robert continued his thrusting until he gave a groan and his cum was squeezed out as the knot decreased. Weed was gagging and groaning, feeling his stomach broil and churn in strange pains and convulsions as if his belly was being forced to try and swallow the cum that was flooding his entire body. Robert's knot slackened but he continued to keep pumping in as Weed just howled and yodelled, drool spilling from his mouth to wetten the crusted dry cum around his lips.

Finally, Robert stopped and sat back down, Weed shaking and trembling but still with Robert's length buried inside him as he groaned in exhaustion. Robert ordered him firmly to step off him, to show Jerome that he was still able to stand and face more. It made North give a snort of amusement as Weed's friends continued to just stare in disbelief at the idea Weed could even move after that. But Weed, though his back legs felt like jelly and his hips felt like they'd dislocated, the pup shuffled forward, legs so wide they looked bowed. As the cock popped out, he gave a sudden squat and shuddered in utter disgust as his backside pulsed and pinched so violently he squeezed out more cum from his backside to show how much Robert had put in him. Then Robert chuckled and stepped out to the others to groom himself and continue on.

"Weed... you're on your last challenge... but we won't be anymore gentle... if you fall onto your belly in this last part, you admit defeat." Jerome stated and Weed continued to tremble as he waddled to the middle of the plain once again, standing with the soldiers ringed around him as North grinned and then suddenly mounted before Weed could do anything more than yelp in fright before he braced himself again. He lowered his head, whining and whimpering, crying against as his raw backside was penetrated by a thinner and sharper cock that rubbed every raw patch to make it swell and bruise even more. North hooked his paws around him more tightly, hurrying himself to get to his knot, drooling down onto Weed's soiled body as he seemed to almost climb onto the pup's body, making Weed's legs bow more as he struggled to keep his feet and bare the weight!

There was a sudden yelp from across the chasm, Mel launched on the air and thankfully the little retriever made it across to the other side. He stood there behind Jerome and his group and growled, telling Weed he could do it and he could stand firm. Rocca stood up and stepped over to him, asking if he wanted a go, but Mel rushed towards him, growling and swearing in no uncertain terms that he'd bite their balls off! It had them chuckle at him and let him be as Weed straightened up, thanked Mel and sucked back his tears as North continued to thrust madly into him, lifting up one leg that almost felt like it was cramping as he groaned and continued to thrust in as awkwardly as he could, shifting constantly to make sure everything was hit and tickled and scratched as Weed bit back the desire to vomit... Jerome's cock would be in his mouth soon and then he would be happy!

"Good... as soon as North ties, stay standing and you can tie with my mouth." He grunted firmly with a soft growl as he stepped forward and Weed looked at Jerome carefully before nodding his head firmly. He then groaned, almost vomiting in his upset as North then managed to swell and his tight knot locked in place, tugging and pulling to try and make Weed's ring widen up. However, North lifted the leg, swung around and then stood their butt-to-butt with the pup as Weed groaned and remained standing still, panting and looking utterly exhausted and soiled as Jerome gave a snort of amusement and then sat up on his hind legs, wrapping his paws around Weed's chest but startled that the pup was immediately lapping at his sheath and his cock as it emerged slowly.

Jerome was impressed, he really had not expected the eagerness from Weed and yet he made no noise if pleasure for the sensations. Why reward him with affection when death lay in Jerome's destiny? But Weed moaned and gasped, eyes shut as he suckled from this strong male, drawing him out of the sheath and smearing his muzzle against the damp length lovingly. He seemed ignorant to the rape the other dog was performing as North groaned and his knot swelled. As it tightened, Weed gave out a sultry whine directed to Jerome's cock as he took it in his mouth then began to suck on it enthusiastically. North was able to tug his knot to make the pup's body squeeze about it for more sensation, feeling it snag into position as Weed's back straightened from the visible pain. He continued to fill the pup's sordid body with his lust as Jerome began to thrust.

The pup began to moan against the length, his tongue sliding around its hit and steaming firm, drinking its taste and precum, loving the massage like thrusts rubbing at the top of his mouth. His drool was unable to stay in his mouth as he continued to slurp and groan to swallow up the precum and give Jerome more sensation. The German shepherd sighed softly in pleasure to feel the sensations, but as he watched North groaning and panting, it was clear he was going to end soon and with that it was clear there would likely to be trouble. On the other side of the chasm the other members of Weed's gang were losing their composure. Smith suddenly backed up and then leapt, he made it across and his action beckoned the others to hurry and jump over too. As Weed's friends arrived, North groaned.

His cock relaxed as it spilled out the rest of his cum and gently, North slid out with a soft sigh of pleasure before padding away to the others. Weed's body squatted suddenly, the cum oozing and dribbling out of his body as he groaned but tried not to move any more. Jerome gripped hold of him tightly still, holding up around his body as he started to thrust aggressively into Weed's throat as the pup gagged in shock and was suddenly groaning and sighing. As the drool and precum dribbled down the thick pink length in his jaw, his own cock was sliding out and showing himself as Weed's tail wiggled in joy and clearly, he was enjoying having Jerome in his mouth.

"I'm going to hurry now Weed... time is running out... be thankful to taste a true soldier's essence and stay where it is safe." Jerome stated, gritting his teeth tightly as his cock continued to stuff itself in and out of the eager mouth as Weed suckled lovingly in joy. Weed's companions continued to stare in disbelief as North and the other members of Jerome's pack began to walk off together in preparation for battle as Jerome hurried more and more. Jerome sighed and Weed was groaning and sighing with utter delight as the dog gave a bark and suddenly the cum burst into his jaw and Weed had to hurry and drink it. Jerome pulled away and trotted off without a second thought as Weed turned his head, hurrying to pull in the cum as he then fainted on the ground as Jerome departed.

"WEED!" His companions called out, growling in frustration and turning to bark and swear out at Jerome for his actions. Weed remained lying in a pool of cum, he'd had another orgasm from having that cock in his mouth and he was shocked, why was Jerome able to hold his mind like that? But as Weed lay there seemingly dying from exhaustion as his whole body seemed to collapse and his stomach clenched and groaned from the amount of cum filling his backside, he gave a sudden yelp. Someone else had stuffed their cock into his soaking backside and as he panted and groaned in agony and shock for being treated like this, Weed groaned for help. The other members of Weed's friends turned around, only to see one of their own hurrying into Weed's body and looking like he was not going to lose what they were all too scared to take as they all barked out. "MEL!"

THE END