The Bar Bounce
This was something I had to get out of my system, and only written words could express. I haven't done any writing in a long time. It's a little darker than most stories you've read here I'm sure
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-WARNING-
The following story contains sexual content, not suitable for people below the age of 18, or anyone who finds disgust, or offense, to the following scenes.
Some scenes you may find offensive in this story are :
- Homosexual activity (sexual acts between two or more men)
- Anthropomorphic animals (aka "furries", animals that take on human like bodies)
- Unprotected Sexual Acts
- Leather / Bondage / Chastity
- Brutality
- Group Sex
- Master / Slave (pet)
- Alcohol
- Watersports
This is not a complete list of the graphic, sexual scenes you will read during this story. Please, if you are not comfortable with any of the above, refrain from reading further. I take no responsibility for the actions taken, or feelings hurt, by anyone who chooses to read this story. This was something I had to get out of my system, and only written words could express.
To all those who dare read further, you've been warned.
The Bar Bounce
By Linkin Monroe
Jason gazed over the smoky scene of the bar before him, the prey becoming the predator as he searched for the right specimen to take home that evening. His boyfriend sat hunched over on the bar's counter beside him, the thick, barrel chested speckled hyena nursing on a bottle of beer as his brown eyes glanced at recaps of college football from the day before on the big screen television mounted above the bar. Jason's intentions didn't bother the bulky hyena one bit, in fact, this had been a common practice as of late.
Leland knew his playful boyfriend had good tastes, and all he had to do was sit back and wait for the same weekly routine to commence. The couple would go to a bar, club, or dive, find a prospect, and invite him to their place for a little menage-a-trois action... The long eared hare was quite needy, and it always kept their relationship interesting and spicy, which benefitted the both of them.
Jason''s lustful eyes had spotted a few guys he had an interest for, there was a gray wolf flirting further down the bar with some wide-eared fennec, the third guy he had failed getting the attention of that night. The wolf was obviously blue balled, the thick outline of a throbbing bulge in his jeans clearly displayed it. There was a burly polar bear he recognized from previous encounters, sitting alone at a booth, smoking a cigar, puffing heavy smoke into the air, adding to that thick hazy atmosphere. Without a doubt, the ursine was looking around for some action too, but there was one male the hare kept eyeing, mostly because of the ruckus he was causing over at the billiard table.
A fine-looking, muscular Doberman, sporting a leather jacket and pants that complimented his well-rounded rump, and that cute stubby tail of his had been shooting pool for well over an hour, whooping and hollering during the last three games he had played. Jason observed the loud mouth, shit-talking dog closely, studying his mannerism while dirty visions played about in his mind. He was playing against someone Jason didn't recognize, a cheetah, doing a tiny fist punch dance every time he sunk a ball into a hole, followed by a lewd sexual innuendo. Despite the minor annoyances of the dog's behavior, there was no denying how good he looked, especially when he leaned over the table to take a shot, his tail wagging behind him. The cheetah groaned as the dog sunk the eight ball in, losing their bet. It was a close game, as had been the previous games before hand. The Doberman was surviving off pure luck rather than skill that night, but he was making a fair amount of cash.
The Doberman barked a laugh as the cheetah walked away, his head bowed low in defeat, soon to be forgotten with a few more beers. The dog boasted, grabbing the attention of patron's as he gloated and flexed his thick biceps through his jacket, making the leather creak as he openly challenged someone else. The dumb mutt definitely knew how to impress.
Jason nudged his lazily buzzed boyfriend beside him to get his attention. "Him." was all he said as he pointed to the Doberman, who was putting on another show for the people, groping himself and thrusting his hips back and forth.
Leland let out an exasperated sigh as he watched the dog's antics, grinding against the pool table as if he was trying to make it his bitch. The hyena hated cocky fucks like him, but he had to admit, the dog did look impressive--not quite as good as him though. He stood up, the seat creaking with relief under him.
"He's not very good," Jason hinted to Leland, as the six foot seven hyena decided to approach the pool table, downing the rest of his beer and slamming it back down onto bar with a loud clank
The narcissistic Doberman was mid-bark when, suddenly, he lost balance. Leland had yanked the stick out of his brown furred paw, catching the dog off-guard and causing him to stumble and catch himself on the table.
"Who the fuck..." the Doberman half growled, half snarled, spit flying from his mouth, before spotting the hyena out of the corner of his eyes. Straightening himself, with a razor sharp toothed grin on his face, the dog asked "Oh, you want in on this too?", he barked, firmly grabbing onto the rounded bulge in his pants, and thrusting a couple times towards Leland. "What'cha got to offer?" he questioned with a crazed look in his eye, pushing the large, unorganized wad of cash he had won into the pocket of his leather pants.
The hyena's nostrils flared as he pointed a clawed finger towards the bar where his bubble butt hare of a boyfriend sat, who was trying to look as cute and oblivious to the situation as much as possible. "You get to fuck my boyfriend." he growled as he begun setting up the balls in the rack, expecting the dog to fall for the bait.
The Doberman got a good look at Jason, considered his options and gave a shrug. "Yeah, yeah, sure, I could use some free tail." He slapped half his earnings on the pool table next to the cigarette tray as his wager and stood aside. "I'll even let you break, consider yourself lucky, 'cuz you'll need it, tiny."
Leland snorted at the comment and took his position at the opposite end of the pool table, his black t-shirt shirt popped with the outlines of his thick and well packed musculature, unintentionally showing off to the Doberman. You could tell he took care of his body and was in great shape. With a quick jab, the cue ball shot across the green felt table, followed by a loud crack. The colored balls dispersed from their well positioned formation, bouncing off the sides, and each other, starting the game. A striped ball rolled into the far right pocket.
The Doberman didn't even seem concerned for a moment, laughing out loud, as Leland walked around to take another shot. 'Even for a dog he yaps more than most' Leland thought to himself as he rolled his eyes and leaned over, took aim and sunk two more striped balls. The Doberman shut his mouth and stared as the hyena smirked to himself, walking around the table. The loud mouth wasn't so confident anymore.
Looking towards the bar, he noticed Jason making a motion for him to cut it out. The hare didn't want Leland to humiliate the Doberman too badly, and still wanted him to come over. Leland grimaced, why did it have to be THIS dog? He hit the cue ball, knocking a striped ball just short of the hole and stood up. "Damn," he declared as if disappointed in himself. "Your turn, pup."
Not wanting to be showed up, the cocky Doberman studied the table. He knew there was some sort of science...or was it math that went into this game? He clicked his tongue, deciding what he believed would be a good shot. With his confidence rising he leaned over, pants stretching out allowing Leland to get a good view of what Jason saw. For a loud mouthed fucker, he looked mighty fine. The dog swore out loud when his shot missed its target, and rolled into a pocket. This was a perfect opportunity for Leland to score again, however, he purposely missed another shot so the Doberman could have a second chance at the ball, sinking his first solid color.
With a loud whoop and a holler, the Doberman cheered himself on like he'd just won a gold medal before shooting again, and sinking another ball. He got right up in front of the hyena, gloating as he turned to take another shot. Leland rolled his eyes again at the amature, sighing as he watched the cue ball miss its mark and sink into the pocket again. Was this guy serious? He was shit at pool and acted as if he was some kind of arrogant professional. Idiot.
Leland pulled the cue ball out, positioned it on the table and knocked another two striped balls in before fouling again, leaving two striped balls left for him to sink plus the solid black eight ball. The Doberman was trailing behind by three. Their game continued on for another ten minutes, the hyena purposely scratching, after he sunk in a sixth ball. This was the hardest he had to try to get some guy to fuck his boyfriend. 'Better not be some limp dicked pup.' Leland thought, 'but at least he's finally shut his trap.'
The hot lights from the overhead fixtures were causing beads of sweat to drip and roll down his short, black fur. Quickly, he tugged off the black leather jacket he had been sporting ever since he left his apartment that evening, revealing his sleeveless, cotton, white shirt. The dog began grabbing the attention of other bar-goers, who couldn't help but look at his bulging biceps. Even Leland couldn't help but look. The Doberman wasn't as strong as him, but was definitely one sexy pup, regardless of his mannerisms.
Finally, the canine managed to sink all seven of his remaining balls into the pockets, naturally, gloating with every successful shot. He made the pocket call, pointing the stick towards the far right pocket. He took aim, shot and cursed loudly as he missed. The eight ball rolled around the table top and stopped. Fed up with how long the game was taking, Leland wanted to get it over with, go home, have sex and pass out. He sunk his final ball, called out a pocket, taking another practiced shot and purposely sunk the eight ball into the wrong pocket. According to the rules, Leland lost the game, and the Doberman had won.
"Damn," Leland faked a groan as if he were disappointed he lost the bet and the Doberman began hollering out again.
"I won!" he grabbed his cash, sticking it back in his pocket and gave a friendly punch to the hyena as if they were best buds. "And I get to fuck your boy! Your place or mine, tiny?"
"Mine," Leland mumbled, wishing that the Doberman had stayed silent. He walked over to his wagging, grinning boyfriend, who was ecstatic as he hopped off the stool and followed Leland. The Doberman followed behind, his leather jacket draped over the back of his shoulder.
The night was still young and warm outside as they stepped out of the bar, breathing in fresh air. The Doberman ran up between the two, draping his arms over Jason and Leland's shoulders and grinned, looking at Jason and giving him a sniff. The hare blushed hard at the canine's random show of teasing affection, his head cocking to the side as he giggled from the tickling sensation of hot breath on his neck.
"For fuck's sake," Leland grumbled, as he fished the keys out of his pocket and unlocked the car. They opened the doors, the canine keeping his arm around Jason possessively and smirking as pulled the handle of the back door and glanced at the hyena with a smirk.
"I'll sit in the back seat with the rabbit," he barked as he climbed in, pulling Jason with him.
Leland only grunted in response as he turned the ignition and buckled up. They weren't even out of the parking lot when Leland picked up the undisputed scent of musk. He looked in the rearview mirror to see Jason already leaning over, nose buried in through the zipper and working his tongue against the canine's sheath. "This shithead Doberman," Leland snarled under his breath as the Doberman panted and thrust up into his mate's face, eyes closed, muzzle open, tongue lolled out to the side.
Jason greedily and lustfully worked his muzzle around the swelling shaft, curious to know how big the Doberman could get. This dog's crotch stank of other males. The hare rubbed his nose against the brown sheath, pushing it, and inhaling, savoring the powerful, salty scent that clung to his full sheath and balls. It smelled of sweat, piss, and dried cum, quite the potent masculine cologne to tickle his senses. Before long Jason had the dog panting and groping at him, on the verge of drooling on himself in heated lust. A magnificent, red piece of dripping dog meat was throbbing in front of him. It was big...but compared to Leland in terms of length and girth, he was a few yards short of a touchdown.
He didn't complain though, he loved dicks of all shapes and sizes, and lowered his lips down on the leaking tip, eliciting a blissful whine from the mutt as he thrust up. Jason gagged as the pointed tip jabbed the back of his throat. The Doberman had began to fuck his muzzle, forcing all the way to his unwashed sheath. Jason tried to savor the moment of being faced fucked as much as possible,the dog grabbing the back of his head, holding him down and forcing him to gag on his shaft.
When the dobie would let him come up for air, he would glance over at the rearview mirror, Leland's deep brown eyes watching them. He would let out a moan as he swirled his tongue over the needy shaft, his paw working the base of the cock, holding the bucking Doberman's hips down. The hare felt a wandering paw run down his back, he let out a sigh of pleasure and lifted his rump up as thick fingers began to rub over his tailhole through his shorts.
Up front, Leland could only sit and watch his boyfriend blow a moderately hot looking canine in the backseat of his car. He would occasionally reach down and adjust his hard-on trapped within his jeans. Transfixed by the size, his eyes darted from watching the road to the scene behind him, missing the moment when Jason's shorts were pulled down enough to reveal his delightfully bubblicious butt. He watched the canine suckle on his own middle finger before he smeared it against his boyfriend's wriggling puff tail, hearing hot moans escape the lapine's mouth as fingers slid into his hungry hole. What felt like an eternity was just five minutes down the road as they reached their destination, a flat near the south side of downtown. Leland felt his sticky precum push through his undies, and coat the inside of his pants, darkening the outside, begging to be let loose. The hyena pulled into the garage and closed the automated door behind them as he parked.
The two furs in the back climbed out and Jason gasped out as he was pushed up against the side of the car, moaning out as he braced himself. The dobie had surprised him and was really working his rear, slipping another digit in up to the knuckle. Jason looked at his hyena with lidded eyes, panting as his pants fell to the floor, revealing the rest of his cute butt and the hard on he was sporting, which spurted against the car door.
Satisfied, the dobie withdrew his slick fingers and wiped it off on that wriggling tuft butt, leaving it wet and slightly stretched, eagerly twitching, craving more. Standing back to admire his work, he commented on Jason's size.
"Damn, I didn't think prey bait like you would be near as hung as I am!" he boasted, half-proud half-impressed, "Bet you put your boyfriend to shame eh?" he laughed as he grabbed his swelling fleshy knot, slapping the pre and spittle coated cock against the hare's ass.
Leland smirked to himself and decided not to comment as he opened the door inside. He'd heard rumors that Dobermans in later years experience some brain issues, what with their small skulls, but this mutt was redefining dumb. His skull was so thick that each time his ego swelled, it probably lowed his IQ. Might explain his big-dog attitude, but at least he had one thing going for him, his sex appeal.
Grinning from ear to ear, Jason followed up behind, using the back of his paw to wipe the spit from his muzzle. The dobie brought up the rear, cock swaying with each of his swaggering steps. Hands stroked over Jason's hips before pulling him back. Whiskers tickled his ears as the canine peered over his shoulder, cock hot dogging between his cheeks. Precum spit onto his rear as the Doberman growled into his ear, "I can't wait to pound this cute bunny butt."
"Watch it, dog," Jason huffed, cheeks flushing as a surge of heat raced through his body at the feel of that cock pressed against him. Despite his more submissive nature and smaller size, no one called him bunny. Not even Leland. "You may be a hot piece, but don't think I won't take you down a notch if you call me that again."
Leland's ear twitched around as the door closed, knowing the evening was off to a bad start. He turned and leaned heavily against the counter, arms crossing as he looked over Jason's head at the dobie. A low growl rumbled in his throat, eventually forming into words, "Some ground rules before we get completely naked," his eyes flicked towards Jason's partly naked body, licking his lips. "First, this is my house--my property. You're only allowed to do as I say. Second, if he says stop, you stop or I'll stop you. Third," he pulled a spiked collar out of a drawer and tossed it at the Doberman, "You wear this."
Pointed ears perked as the Doberman frowned at the collar, "Whoa now, I think that would look better on the bunny, I'm strictly top." He joked with a smirk as he tossed it back to the hyena.
Lips peeled back as another growl rattled up his throat, challenging him. "Put it on, dog." Leland snarled as he held it out again. "Or you can take a hike."
Jason rolled his eyes as he watched the clash of the Alphas. Better step in before the stupid dog was taught a lesson. Sliding over, he ran his fingers up under the Doberman's shirt, fingers teasing over pecs and then the perky nipples. "Just slip it on, I think it'll make you look..." he leaned in, standing on his tip toes, and let out a husky moan into the cropped ear of the Doberman, "dangerous."
Pointed ears perked once more as the canine's head snapped towards him. The Doberman gave a cocky grin, "Dangerous, eh?" he said as he shot Leland a glare, who returned a look of supreme disinterest as the collar was snatched away and put around the Doberman's neck.
A grin started to spread over the hyena's features. "Good, better." Belt buckle chimed as he opened his jeans hastily, eager to get naked. "Now Jason, why don't you show our guest how you really suck a dick?" and right away, the hare fell to his knees on the tile and leaned in, nuzzling the cock as his fluffy tail wiggled behind him. He was eager to demonstrate his expert skills now that he had more room than the backseat offered. The canine breathed out a low moan as the hare began to tend to him, watching Leland from the corner of his eye as the hyena's jeans came open. A nervous flutter raced through the dog's stomach as the hyena's sizable bulge was revealed. Even at half mast, it was rivaling his. "Well then, let's see if you know how to use that dick of yours. As much as you bark, you're hung like a hare."
Before a retort could come from the Doberman's mouth, Leland forcefully guided Jason's head into the dog's crotch. Opening his mouth, Jason used his tongue to slide the still erect cock rocket into his greedy maw. The lapine swirled his tongue without any of his buck teeth getting in the way, the dog couldn't help but moan out as his cock prodded the back of the rabbit's throat. He was already so boned up, the vein covered knot was getting fatter, globs of pre coating Jason's tongue as the dog's hips bucked and slammed in, the unyielding paw of Leland's kept Jason's face against the dogs sweat coated sheath.
Jason's breathing was strained, forced to inhale the heavy man musk from the Doberman. It was remarkably more bearable and sexier when the dog wasn't speaking. He didn't want the dog to cum just yet, so he flicked his ear back, a signal that Leland recognized and the paw on the back of his head was removed. He pulled off with a gasp, followed by his muzzle becoming covered in spurts of clear pre coat. The canine whimpered, then noticed the lapine standing up, wrapping his arms around his neck and pressing his lips to the shocked canine.
Murring softly, they shared a kiss. Jason was shocked at how good the canine's lips felt. The hare closed his eyes as he felt the huge brown paws hold the back of his head, velvety lips parting as a long pink tongue slipped into his mouth, tasting and exchanging each others saliva. The hare's cock rubbed into the soft mounds of the Doberman's abs, smearing drops of precum into the black fur. He may have lacked in one department, but he was definitely one of the best kissers he'd ever made out with, finally finding a better use for his lips and tongue than yapping
They parted lips and Jason blushed as the canine gave an affectionate lick to the front of his muzzle and wagged, the small tail behind him caused his hips to move back and forth. Standing on his feet again, Jason took the dog's paw and tugged him to the couch in the living room. Leland followed, his clothes completely gone, stroking his shaft as he watched the two. Jason pushed the dog down onto the couch, lying down on the three cushions, as he climbed over the armrest, keeping his ass up high for the hyena coming in behind him. Jason's nose slipped under the heavy, plump nuts of the canine, bathing in his pungent taint, sniffing that alluring aroma.
In the mean time, Leland was behind his mate, his rough tongue dragging over that little pink pucker, causing the hare to twitch as his tailhole was so wonderfully tickled, his moans muffled in the canine's ass. The sounds of bliss echoed off the walls as the dog would groan and gasp obscenities into the air, thrusting his hips up as Jason would suck on a nut, teasing it against the roof of his mouth. Meanwhile Leland had his tongue so far up Jason's hole, the rabbit's ass was raised as high as he could get it while standing on his tiptoes.
Lost in the moment, Jason's head began to feel dizzy from the heavy musk that was clotting his sinuses, and the amazing rimjob he was receiving from Leland. He felt the tongue withdraw from his hole, and he whimpered in excitement because he knew what was coming next. He pulled his head up from the dog's junk, looking back over his shoulder at his hunky mate, feeling that familiar paw on his back, knowing the other paw was holding that massive shaft. Swallowing hard, he felt the tip of his hyena's cock press against his ass and the amazing feeling of building pressure began filling his insides.
He let out the most arousing moan he could muster as he was penetrated, inch after inch of that thick shaft filled him with such pleasure. He only had a moment to enjoy it before he felt a paw from the opposite side pull down on his head, guiding his muzzle back down onto the shaft of the Doberman.
"Suck it bitch..." the dog managed to order with little effort, although he was panting heavily.
Jason complied and parted his lips willingly, he only had a second to admire the swollen cock before a forceful thrust on his rear side shoved the cock into the back of his throat. As the Doberman held Jason's head in place, he could feel his thick bulbous knot at the base of his cock beginning to get fatter with each thrust.
Leland's movements were fluid and concise, thrusting against the slick lapine tailhole. The insides of his mate had conformed perfectly with his cock over the years they had been having sex. It was so warm, velvety, and somehow Jason had remained tight as Leland pumped away. He clutched the hare's hips, pulling him back as he hilted in balls deep, hearing the wet squelch of the pre push out around his shaft and drip down Jason's taint and balls. The hyena's favorite part of sex was the feel and visuals of his cock going in and out of his mate's amazing ass. He savored every moment of it, groaning as he listened to the gargled moans from his lover, the slurps and soft sucking sounds rising in the room from all their actions.
The Doberman grabbed Jason's chin, his other paws back turned to his forehead as he began to feed the rabbit his cum. He arched his back as his knot pressed against the slobbery lips of this once stranger, and was now threatening to tie with his muzzle. Thick globs of salty canine jizz filled Jason's throat, and he swallowed hard for his first reward of the night. He tasted heavenly, and Jason wanted more. He began rubbing the canine's swollen balls, milking that knot for all he had to offer. He bobbed and swallowed down each and every spurt of Doberman seed that was shot into his mouth.
Pleased with his efforts, Jason held the base of the cock up with a dainty paw, dragging his tongue over the still pulsating cock, licking it clean. To his further amusement,the dobie began to gasp and twitch from the overwhelming sensation of being touched post orgasm.
Between the Doberman's moans and the hare's whimpers, Leland groaned as he felt the hole around his cock clench, begging to be filled with another load. It slurped wetly from all the precum he had pumped in, and his balls were aching for release. When Jason was finished with the canine's cock, he turned his head over his shoulder, leaned down and pushed his rump back. Leland snarled as he grabbed his mate's juicy hips and slammed in deep, his biceps bulging, and his abs tensed as he started to pump his seed into the hare's guts, filling him over the brim. His gooey load dribbled out around his shaft and down the ass and thighs of his love as he huffed and snorted out, his huge, thick chest heaving as he inhaled deeply.
The trio lay there, the Doberman's cock beginning to retreat back into its sheath, a well used hare laying over the side of the couch, as his lover kept his still thick, pulsing member shoved deep inside of him, even after delivering a hefty load. Finally, after minutes of huffing and puffing, Leland finally pulled out of Jason, slowly withdrawing his cock from the loosened sloppy hole. Thick white creamy ooze dripped from the gaping ring that tried to clench and hold it all inside. Leland stepped back to admire his work as his cock hung down, dripping cum onto the hardwood floor. He laughed to himself and nodded as he pushed his cum back into his rabbits hole with his thick finger, a job well done.
"Wait a sec...," the Doberman's voice broke the silence, as he sat up, his semi flopping onto Jason's snout, making the lapine blush as the dog's scent was rubbed in his face. "You told me I was gonna fuck his ass."
"Did you think I was going to have all the fun? Now it's your turn.," Leland grinned as he turned and headed back to the kitchen to get a beer, leaving the two alone on the couch, and thinking about his lover being knotted by another man.
Jason scooted up over the canine's body, wanting to taste those lips again and it seemed like the dog wanted that too. They kissed deeply, a pair of paws reaching around to grip a tender, well used ass. The Doberman squeezed and massaged it as the hyena's cum leaked onto his own black fur. Jason let out a whine as he felt two fingers push firmly into his stretched ring. His toned body tensed up as he wriggled his hips, working his rump back against those welcomed fingers. He gasped as he was thrown over the back of the couch on his stomach, looking back with an anxious but desirable expression on his face as the Doberman took up a position behind him. With a feral thrust, the dog slammed his hips forward until all seven inches of his cock disappeared, his knot easily slipping past the abused hole, his hanging balls slapping loudly against Jason's.
As the dog began to hump his ass without abandon, it was almost an entirely new experience for Jason. The pressure inside was getting more intense every time the dog shoved his pointed dick into his prostate. The Doberman's forehead pressed against his back, drooling like a common mutt as he knot fucked his sore ass. Jason's face burned in embarrassment as he begged for more, feeling the seed Leland had just buried buried in him being forced out with each thrust, the sticky, musky goo coating his ass, the dobie's sheath and balls, and the once-clean couch. He felt Leland's brown eyes watching this lustful, carnal breeding that was occurring in his living room, a pleased look as the Doberman tried to claim him as his own. Boy, was he trying.
He forced his knot in and out of the stretched hole, panting and drooling as he built up speed until his second climax hit, exploding like a geyser inside the lapine's juicy tailhole. Jason groaned and pushed back as the dobie pumped a continuous flow of hot, watery dog seed into his guts, letting out a shrill shuddering moan of pleasure as he painted the couch with his own pent up load. His stomach had felt so full before with Leland's cum, but this one was so much more intense, feeling the canine's pups deep within. As soon as he was finished drooling like a dumb fuck, the Doberman pulled out of Jason's passage with a loud, wet pop and accepted a beer Leland offered to him. Jason remained bent over the back of the couch, exhausted and satisfied, even though he wasn't tied with. That was one experience that he loved afterwards with canines in the past.
The two stood there, admiring the paint job they had given to Jason's ass as they drank their beers and chatted, the Doberman back to his loud mouth antics. "You two know who's the stud in here, huh" the canine asked, laughing. He took another swig and leaned back, grabbing his crotch, showing off his sheath and leaned against Leland, "Shit, I made that sissy practically beg for me to ravage his bunny butt. Guess size doesn't mean everything!"
A deep silence fell across the room, Leland glaring at the ignorant mutt. Even Jason pulled himself off his place on the couch and looked at him. Seconds ticked by as the Doberman stared back, suddenly aware of what he just said and his stomach sank.
"Wait--"
Whatever the dog was about to say ended with a muffled grunt as a pair of arms carried him quickly across the room and found himself pushed over against the cum stained couch, his stomach hanging over the back. The Doberman barely figured out what the bulky hyena had done when he felt a sharp slap against his exposed cheeks.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" he snarled, trying to brace himself and push back over the couch.
"Noisy sonuvabitch, aren't you?" Leland growled as he grabbed the squirming dog's shoulders, giving him another spank on the ass.
"Dude! STOP! The fuck are you doing, asshole?!"
"My place, my rules, and you shall address me as Sir, bitch. Now, noisy pups like you are usually pretty tight..."
A heavy paw pushed into the dog's backside, pinning him down no matter how hard he squirmed. He heard the hyena spit and felt two fingers under his stub tail, trying to tuck it down but couldn't. His eyes went wide when those two fingers finally worked their way into his tailhole, letting out a hollar as they pushed in quick and deep. The canine struggled harder on the saliva coated fingers, that were rapidly and efficiently lubing up his virgin hole.
The canine cussed and snarled, swearing he would fuck them up after this. Leland grinned and laughed at the display as he let his slowly swelling cock flop against the canine's rump. The Doberman dug his claws into the cushion and shoved up, trying to straighten up, well aware of Leland's size, but the hyena's bulk drove him back down causing him to squirm and wriggle even more.
"Jason, get the muzzle." Leland said, finally through with listening to the dog's mouth.
The hare nodded and went to the nightstand, retrieving a leather muzzle usually used for their kinkier nights, but at that moment, both agreed it was time to quiet the loud mouth pup.
"LET GOOOOFFUMPH--"
The dog's sounds were muffled when the muzzle slipped over his face, unable to speak any more, reducing him to growls and angry snorts. His body went rigid with shock as he breathed through his nose, the unmistaken smell of leather filled his senses.
"That's better," Leland glared down at the bent over Doberman, grabbing his thighs, and nudging his knees between them, spreading his legs apart and smirked.
The Doberman growled and jerked as his legs were spread, testing the hyena's strength but to his surprise he felt Leland's fingers pull out suddenly. He whimpered at the sudden emptiness and clenched as he felt a paw reach between his legs and grab his cock. Much to his dismay, he realized he was rock hard for a third time. Leland bent his cock down, so that it hung from his sheath against the side of the couch.
"Quit pretending to be such a hard ass," Leland cooed as he tormented the canine, sticking three fingers into the Doberman's tight ass, "...and loosen up. We both know you want it."
He worked the growling Doberman's ass, stretching the tight ring to get it to loosen up a bit. The muffled sounds grew quieter and began to turn into an occasional whimper of pleasure when the hyena found his prostate. The Doberman's eyes shut tight as his paws gripped the top of the couch, clutching it until his claws pierced the fabric.
"Just about ready," Leland commented as he pulled his fingers free with a wet pop and grabbed one of those meaty asscheeks, pulling it apart as he slid his girthy cock between them, grinding over the Doberman's clenched ass. "You're not the first to come in here thinking he's the big shot, but you're definitely the hottest. I'm gonna enjoy making you beg for release."
The Doberman twitched at the thought as he felt a spurt of precum against his hiked up tail. His legs trembled as he tried to spread them further, his hips lifting into the the air as his cock flexed and shot a spray of precum on the cushions, why was he so aroused?
"You know what happened at the bar tonight? How I let you win? How thick headed do you have to be to know that you're nothing to us than a fucking plaything," Leland's shaft twitched again as his tip caught on the winking tailstar, pushing in barely and popped back out, slapping against the small tail. "Fuckin' tight... damn."
Leland held his fat cock as he worked his tip forward, grinding roughly against the resisting hole. The canine lurched when the tip popped in. He threw his head back, pushing with his arms trying once more to get away, and Leland used this as an opportunity to slide a few more inches into him. The Doberman's cock sprayed another burst of pre-cum as the hyena worked his first few inches just inside the tight ring and out again.
Watching that rosebud clench and relax, squeezing for all it's worth as he pulled back out again, hearing the helpless dog whining with need beneath him, was satisfying Leland's lustful want as he lifted the Doberman's thighs, standing with the Doberman positioned like a wheelbarrow and thrust forward with a loud grunt.
His thick length sunk into the hot velvety hole. He knew he wouldn't fit his entire length into the canine. 'At least,' Leland thought, 'Not on the first go.' Eventually he'd break his newfound pet enough to take it all, but right now, all that mattered now was his gratification, the Doberman's needs were unimportant to him. The Doberman clenched nicely, his rump pulsing and squeezing just at the right moments. Leland rocked on the couch, causing the Doberman to grind back and forth on his cock. The dog clung to the couch, gasping and moaning, drool dripping from the leather muzzle as his thick muscles trembled, unable to push back against someone stronger than himself, but the urge to was diminishing
The dobie's head was spinning as the hunking hyena pounded down into him, his ass felt like it was on fire as he was pushed into the messy couch, his cock jerking as he sprayed precum all over. He'd never been so hard in his life before, and the hyena was dominating him, treating him like he was nothing more than a bitch that needed to be bred, the hyena's piece of meat. He knew he shouldn't be enjoying it, but his body was twitching, every muscle tensing as his tailhole burned from the pressure building up. It never stopped, it was the most intense work out he had ever experienced.
Due to his earlier orgasm, Leland knew he wasn't going to last much longer. The Doberman was the tightest fuck he had in weeks,and the way the little slut was milking him for it, he was a natural cock hound. Leland found himself pumping more than half his cock in and out, the Doberman had gone limp a minute ago when he came paws free, leaving him in a daze as the hyena kept going, fucking the Doberman right through his orgasm. Thick ropes of cum had shot everywhere on the cushions, it was beyond cleaning, they'd have to replace the couch later, the smell of musk permeating the cushions.
The Doberman's eyes rolled up into the back of his head as he moaned through the muzzle, tongue hanging out as he felt the hyena's hips slam against his rump, plunging his hard flesh deep into his hole, the heavy balls slapping against his rump.
Leland felt his balls tense up, squashing the Doberman against the couch, teeth bared as he bit into his new bitch's shoulder and snarled as he came. The dog's body convulsed and spasmed underneath as he was marked. Leland grabbed the still dog's nub and pulled out of his ass, leaving his gaping hole drizzling hyena seed. He gripped his cock and aimed the next few shots at the broken Doberman's limp body before spreading his rump again and slid in right to the base.
"Like that bitch? Enjoy being my fuck toy?" Leland asked, not expecting an answer from the exhausted dog and beckoned to Jason, slowly sliding his still hard member from the loose sloppy, swollen hole, cum oozing down the dog's taint.
Jason had been enjoying the show his boyfriend had put on, staring and drooling as he watched the Doberman's cum covered rump. He buried his muzzle beneath Leland's balls, eager to lap up the cum dripping out of the dog's ass, and from around his boyfriend's cock.
Leland and the Doberman murred as the tongue danced around, licking it clean. The hyena had enough of his fun and pulled out, watching the wide open abused hole try to clench, as he stretched out and yawned. Jason got a clear view of the sloppy hole. Quickly, he crawled up, his paws spreading those cheeks apart and buried his muzzle into the bitch's tenderized ring. The Doberman would twitch as the tongue lapped up and down his balls and taint, his arms dangled next to his head, still moaning into the leather muzzle.
Stepping around the couch, Leland smirked as he looked down at the pitiful canine. He unfastened the muzzle, tossed it onto the floor and grabbed the scruff of the dog's neck and pulled his head up to his messy shaft.
The Doberman didn't need an order as he brought his lips to the slick cock and started to lick and suck the large hyena meat presented to him. For his first time tasting cock, it wasn't that bad, the dog thought as he started to bob before the hand on his head let go, and the glistening clean cock was pulled away.
"Don't forget to lock up when you're done," the Doberman heard Leland say, his body still limp from the ordeal. The orgasm he had was the best he had ever experienced, and he would never admit it, but it was amazing. His nub tail was the first thing to move on his post-orgasm paralyzed body. He felt small licks, still cleaning up the cum that was oozing from him. He felt a paw grip his tail as he was pulled out of heaven and made him groan before he felt the weight of the hare push him forwards, and the unmistaken shaft of Jason's sunk deep into his slippery depths. The paw that held his tail pulled him back as he ground against his rump, teasing his prostate.
As he began to hump the Doberman's hole, Jason panted and drove himself in and out. He didn't get to top often, but wow it felt amazing. His thrusts were quick and hard, biting his lip as he wriggled his hips as he worked and slapped against the sore canine's hips. They both gasped and moaned as the the hare kept going and going, bucking like a little jackhammer. The feeling of his cock surrounded by his mate's seed and the warm passageway of the canine was too much for Jason, he swelled inside the canine and moaned in delight as he erupted into the abused ass of the dog. Thick, hot ropes of rabbit cum filled it past the brim again, the dog clenched and bucked back into the hare's crotch, grinding his rump like the eager pup he was right now.
Jason pulled out and bounced off the couch, leaving the Doberman alone with his thoughts for a minute before the lapine returned and moments later, he felt something's cool touch, and then inserted into his tailhole. He wasn't sure what it was, but as it was pushed in, he couldn't help but let out a loud moan as he felt it nudge his prostate. Whatever it was, it was making him excited again, teasing his insides. That's when he heard a click and a tug around his neck, he remembered that he was still wearing that spiked collar.
"C'mon boy, off the couch." Jason said, tugging on the leash now.
Obeying, the dobie crawled off the couch, and despite being a few inches taller than Jason, he followed along, feeling the cum plastered on his thighs as he was lead across the room and saw a barred dog cage. He tried to dig his claws into the ground to resist but with the pleasure from the vibrating device inside of him, and the persistence of the rabbit, made the struggle short as he was pushed in head first. He felt his feet pushed in and then took a deep breath as Jason slapped his ass once, the pressure of the toy inside him made the dog gasp and suddenly sent him over the edge once more, shooting the remaining cum from his already drained balls all over the crate in a howl of pleasure. Jason closed the door behind the Doberman and blew him a kiss good night.
Wide eyed and red faced, Butch was left in the dark, alone to contemplate what had happened. He tried to move around, the cage barely big enough to fit a feral dog, let alone a full grown adult. He buried his face in his paws, starting to cry as he realized how stuck he was with his rump sticking straight up. The Doberman's nose was filled with the smell of sex, and his body reeked of it.
After a few minutes, he was able to curl up in to a fetal position, whatever it was inside of him kept him hard and awake, vibrating against his prostate. He shivered, not because he was cold, but because he had no idea where he was or what he'd gotten himself into. Would anyone look for him if he were stuck in these psychos' house forever? He hadn't talked to his mom in forever, his dad had walked out when he was only four years old. Would anyone from work report him missing? He thought about his co-workers and for the first time, what they thought of him. His blood ran cold, no one would care if he didn't show up to work tomorrow, or a week from now. No one would look.
He wished he had never stepped into this house, he wished he had backed away from the hyena's bet. To his surprise, he began to wish that he had never hung out with Adam, Carl or Rufus back in high school, and dropping out. He wished, he wished, he wished... the dog rocked in his solitary confinement, quiet tears ran down his face as he cried himself to sleep.
Butch woke from his nightmare, feeling uncomfortable and somehow cramped in his own bed. He tried to roll over but suddenly realized he wasn't in a bed, he was still in the cage and his nightmare was no more than the night before.
The smell and sound of sizzling bacon on a pan hit his nose and he craned his neck to look around to see what he could. Standing in front of the stove was the long eared hare... his name was Jason. He was humming to himself as he cooked breakfast, a little wriggle in his butt as he hummed some upbeat tune Butch couldn't make out.
The lapine heard the rattle of the spiked collar and looked at the caged canine, smiling sweetly at him. "Good morning hun," he said as he walked over and squatted down, wearing nothing but an apron, looking at his new pet. "Sorry about the cramped quarters, Leland doesn't usually keep dogs. Are you hungry?" he asked sincerely as he walked over to the plate of freshly cooked bacon and slid a strip through the bars.
Seeing this as his first chance to actually talk his way out of this nightmare, Butch rolled over and got on all fours, trying his best to find a reasonable tone in his voice, given the circumstances.
"Hey, look you had your fun," he started, trying hard not to sound like he was pleading for his life. "Just...just let me go and I swear I'll never tell the cops or anyone. Look man, I have a job, I've got friends! They'll report me missing if I don't get back."
Jason stood up and checked to see if Leland was in earshot and squatted down again. "Hey now, don't fret hun. I'm sorry about last night, it wasn't supposed to go down like that. Let's start over," he smiled and offered another bacon strip. "My name is Jason. What's yours?"
"B-Butch."
The brown furred hare moved around the crate, headed for the door but did not open it. "Butch huh? That's a cute name," he giggled as he squatted down again. Butch felt a finger tickle under his tail, and he realized the vibrating device was still inside of him.
A flash of heat burned in his cheeks as his face pressed against the unforgiving bars of the cage and groaned under his breath.
"That's wedged in there pretty tight," Jason commented as he walked back around. "Your ass has seemed to like it in there, hasn't it?"
Ashamed as he was, Butch whimpered and nodded, hating himself for it. At that moment, he heard the steps of another person walk into the room, and looking up, he saw the massive hyena wearing a business suit, dressed for a day of crunching numbers and making money. He smirked at the canine and stepped to the island in the middle of the kitchen to take a bite of bacon.
"He's to remain in the cage all day," Leland ordered as he pecked the hare on the cheek and squeezed him close. "I'll be home tonight, and we'll continue with..." he waved his paw in Butch's direction, "this."
He was out the door, the sound of the turning ignition and the garage door opening and closing marked the hyena had gone. In a flash, Jason darted to the cage and opened it up, swinging the door open and let the cramped Doberman out.
Butch was startled and relieved as he got out and stretched out, popping the sore in his back and at the same time, clenching on the vibrating device inside him. He shuddered and braced himself against the wall beside him as he tried not to push back against it, but it was hitting that spot just right. He tried to reach down to his crotch and noticed that there was now a device over his sheath. "Wh-whaat...?" he mumbled as he tried to pull on it, wincing as he found that not only was it locked, but it was also on tight.
"Now, there's a good boy."
He looked up at the grinning rabbit and growled, taking a step forward and then suddenly froze as Jason pressed a button on a tiny keyfob that sent electric shocks up and down his body. Butch fell to the floor, realizing the chastity device on his sheath and the collar around his neck were connected.
Jason stepped over him, took a hold of the leash and tugged on it, forcing the Doberman to get up on his knees, his nose bumping against the growing bulge under the apron. "I think I like the name Bitch more," the lapine smirked and pressed the button again. "Yes, pup. Look at it. I've been waiting a long time for a thick-headed mutt as cute as you to be our pet."
Dread filled Butch, unsure how to react as Jason untied the apron and pulled it from around his neck, the small cock flopped on his snout as the hare grinded his balls and sheath on the Doberman's snout. Butch considered snapping his lethal sharp teeth and permanently damaging the rabbit. Jason must've read his mind because no sooner had the thought popped into his mind, he received a quick slap and he yelped, bowing his head, ears splayed and clenched his paws.
Reaching down, Jason grabbed the spiked collar and pulled him up, pushing his pointed snout under his balls as he leaned over the dog's big head and used the leash to fasten the dog's wrists together behind his back. If he tried to make any sudden movements now, the collar would surely choke him.
Completely at the mercy of the rabbit, predator became prey as Jason spread his legs and rubbed his taint over the dog's muzzle, his balls rubbing over his eye, marking his new bitch with his anal glands. He was getting such a kick out of this dominance, he moaned when he felt a curious lick across his taint and leaked precum on Butch's forehead.
"OOOh... good boy," he praised out loud as he humped against his snout. He grabbed one of those pointed ears and yanked it back, causing the dog to yelp out in sudden pain as he looked up at the hare with wide terrified eyes.
"I've got a special toy for you," Jason growled deeply and threw the Doberman aside and walked away, returning with a leather muzzle with a particular feature on it, a wide ring at the front of the muzzle, the intent of the device was clear. To keep the wearer of the muzzle from biting down.
Butch whimpered as he struggled to get up from the floor, with being on his knees and his paws behind his back, it was a little difficult but he managed. The hare smirked as he stood over the dog.
"Now, we can do this the easy way where you obey and are a good boy, or there's the hard way and I punish you until you cooperate. You have three seconds to make your choice, shut your trap or keep it open, I will break you either way."
Whatever cutesy facade the rabbit had put on the night before was no where to be found now. Butch could only see malice and bad intention. He swallowed and opened his mouth, fearing the alternative. Maybe once they had their sick fantasies and fun, they would let him go.
Jason grinned at the obedience and slipped the muzzle on perfectly, and with some struggling and tugging, managed to get the ring around Butch's lips. Looking down, the dog's head was bowed, but was looking back up at him with such wide puppy eyes, Jason could smell the fear dominating the stench of the night before. He put a paw on the cowering Doberman's chin, lifting it up as he slid his cock through the metal ring without fear of being bit.
It was extremely uncomfortable to Butch, his teeth grinded against the metal as he felt the warm leaking tip of the hare press against his tongue, trying to find a way to make it comfortable for himself. He realized as the rabbit grabbed the back of his head and thrust against his snout that his needs were unimportant to the hare, and that Jason had no consideration for them as well.
The hare fucked his face until his jaw ached, after that he used him as a foot rest while he watched TV until Leland came home that night and flipped the canine over onto the coffee table and fucked him. And for the next twenty-four hours, they fucked...and fucked...and fucked some more.. Butch had the most sex he'd ever had in his entire pitiful life. Leland didn't stop when the canine begged for it, he was sure his jaw was dislocated from the rough deepthroating of nearly a ten inches of thick hyena cock he had to accommodate for, and when he wasn't blowing the hyena, he was being roughly put into his place as the family pet. He was used for every filthy, dirty thing that Leland and Jason had ever wanted to try and afterwards he would be put into the dog cage overnight, his stomach growling, full of cum.
A week later
The butt plug buzzed and hummed inside of Butch's abused hole. It was almost second nature to him, a drawn out reminder of his degraded state. The vibration against his prostate and the constant need for release kept him on edge. It had only been a week since he was tricked into coming into this godforsaken house, and yet it felt like an eternity. The things that the twisted couple did to him brought out the sluttiest of whores that he never knew he had in him and he felt like he was destined to serve his owners for the rest of his life.
Leland's musk lingered on his snout, predominating any other smells that he stunk of. They had humiliated him by covering his once beautiful shiny black fur coat in piss and spunk, calling him every name in the book that he could think of. His testosterone levels were way above normal. Butch was positive the last time he actually came was that eventful night, and now his balls ached for release but he would never beg for it. They trained him better than that.
His body felt weak and drained, he gave up resisting. Taking Leland's cock had become more bearable and he actually thought about the next time he would be fucked, to feel that massive rod claim his ass, making him yelp and whimper for more, to be bred like a common bitch and filled with his love seed. He could still feel the lustful bite marks on his neck and shoulder as his owner would teach him to behave. His stomach gurgled as he felt the load he swallowed down move around earlier before Leland and Jason left for the evening.
He braced himself against the back of the cage, pulling his legs back with a twitch as the plug shifted inside of him. Butch kicked at the bars, trying to break it out. His feet were bruised from previous nights of trying to escape. He was desperate now, blocking out the pain through tears. Whatever this cage was made of, it was not cheap metal. After an hour, he gave up and curled up again, resigned to his impending fate.
It was completely dark when he heard the garage door rumble as a car pulled in. His ears perked as he craned to look at the door. It was impossible from his angle. He heard voices talking and laughing and then it opened, the unmistakable sound of Leland's gruff masculine voice and Jason's cutesy tone. There was a third person, a rougher deeper voice talking with them.
The light turned on, blinding the dog whose eyes had become accustomed to the dark. The three males stepped around the island and Butch got a good look at who this visitor was. Leland had a very impressive body, he flaunted it about the house when he wasn't at work, even though Butch was certain he would do it at work too. But this stud that was standing in front of him was the pinnacle of male endowment. The black t-shirt he wore clung to his barreled chest, the abs, pectorals, arms, tree-trunk legs, and... and...
"Damn, you weren't kiddin' about having your own pet," the horse snorted, standing in a pair of chaps that didn't even cover his groin. The stallion's engorged, heavy veined cock hung between his legs. There was no way it was possibly real, but there he was, in the flesh, and somehow, it was nearly wrist thick. He stood even taller than Leland. He crossed his arms and it was a miracle his shirt didn't rip open.
Leland scoffed, "It didn't even take very long to break the dim-witted mutt," he bragged as they looked at the caged canine.
Butch was unable to tear his eyes away from the horse's terrifying arousal. It was getting longer and thicker as they stared at the trapped canine. He whimpered out loud, closing his eyes.
The three furs laughed as they walked out of the kitchen, leaving Butch alone in the kitchen once more. He heard them walk up the stairs, still laughing. The voices grew dimmer and minutes later, the sound of what Butch assumed was the bed frame bumping against the wall and Jason gasping and moaning for more reached his cropped ears.
Butch found himself whimpering and imagining what that monster cock felt like. He reached back with a paw and was able to play with the base of the metal plug that was in his ass, moaning out as he pushed back into it, craving to be filled with the horse's semen. He panted on the metal plate that had become his bed, groaning out with Jason's voice. It continued on for a half hour or so. His head was dizzy as his body experienced an unsatisfactory orgasm. He wanted the horse even more.
Minutes later, he heard the clip-clops of the draft horse walk into the kitchen and in his daze, didn't hear them approach the crate. Butch yelped when he was tugged out roughly by the tail, clenching around the toy inside him and found himself hoisted up by those massive arms. The horse was completely naked now and his dripping twelve inch fuck rod hung over those heavy hairy balls. The horse's scent was even stronger now and Butch found himself wanting to be smothered in it.
Without a proper introduction, Butch was slammed onto the countertop with a rough hand holding him down, not that it needed to be, but the horse was in control. The toy inside of his clenched ring twisted and plopped out with a wet sound. Butch gasped and whimpered, a shiver ran up his spine as he felt empty inside. With a needy moan, the dog stuck his tail up instinctively, fantasising about that massive cock of his. He needed the horse so badly.
The horse's shaft grazed against his taint, smearing the remaining cum that didn't make it into Jason's ass against the dog, causing him to yip and moan. Which earned him a swift slap to his blue balls, making the Doberman cry out in pain.
"Noisy bitch," the horse snorted as he grabbed his cock with one paw and pushed it against the quivering hole and thrust his cock into Butch's tight passageway.
Butch screamed out as the horse destroyed his ass. The mixture of overwhelming pain and the pleasure as his prostate was punched with every thrust, causing the Doberman to see stars. He squeezed his ass as his body climaxed again, the lock on his sheath kept him from spewing his seed everywhere and the horse kept going, roughly sliding into the used canine.
The rutting was brutal and fast. The horse had no mercy as he slammed his entire length into the dog, amused when the canine would twitch as the medial ring popped in and out of the stretched ring. He had no concern for the dog's well being as he ripped him a new one and then snorted and neighed as he came. A torrent of cum gushed into his adjusted insides. The horse just flexed with every sticky hot rope he pumped into the dog.
Butch gasped and clutched the edges of the counter, his ears pinned back as he lost his voice. The horse was so far inside of him, he could feel the horse's heartbeat from the base of his cock to the flared tip. The cum felt like lava that spread to every inch of his body. He felt the cum ooze from his ass, extremely satisfied from the ordeal. It was heavenly how it felt inside of him.
What he didn't expect was the horse to let out a heave and a relieved sigh when suddenly a second rush of heat filled the canine's bowels. The horse was urinating inside of him, and holy fuck there was gallons. It lasted longer than the horse's orgasm as he emptied his bladder, the horse's strong arm held the limp canine down as he finished. A week ago, Butch would've cared. But that Butch was dead. This Bitch was to do as his master commanded, his body to be used whenever he wanted.
One month later
Phil sat at the bar alone. The pitbull squinted his eyes as he looked at the patrons. He'd been on the hunt for a fellow employee from work, a kind of ignorant canine by the name of Butch. After he didn't come in for two weeks, their boss decided the other canine just went somewhere else and terminated him. It wasn't like he was employee of the month. But the pitbull was concerned when he didn't get any text responses from him, so he began to investigate leading him to this bar.
He'd been there earlier that week and was told that the Doberman was seen a few weeks ago and left with a notorious couple that were frequents in the bar. After talking to some more people, he found that the couple would hook up with a one night stand and figured that would be the best place to get any more information. The canine was known for his sexual tendencies at work.
It was a quarter past seven when a burly hyena wearing a maroon t-shirt, a pair of jeans and loud, heavy, leather boots stepped into the bar, followed by a cute looking hare who wore a matching set of jeans and jacket, along with a plain leather collar around his neck. They walked in and took a seat at the bar, just a few feet away from the pitbull.
They hadn't noticed him watching them as the hyena ordered two brewskies and started drinking. The hare scoped the room, observing every male that was there. It didn't take long for the rabbit to spot his next target and leaned over, nuding the bigger male and said something to him. The hyena turned around and climbed off the stool and walked off.
Phil took this as an opportunity to slide over to the hare. "Hey, name's Phil." he introduced himself and held out his paw. "Let me buy you a drink."
Jason looked over, surprised he didn't notice the large brown and white furred canine. He was just as bulky as Leland, but not as tall. He clicked his tongue and smiled. "Jason!" He shook the paw and wagged his puff tail as he turned around, unconcerned with Leland and his potential hook up.
"I've never seen you here before," Jason said as the pitbull ordered them both a drink, "Do you come here often?"
The pitbull downed the shot of whiskey and shook his head, "No, a friend of mine recommended I try it out. He said it's a really great place to hook up with people. Who was that hyena you were sitting with?"
"Oh, that was my boyfriend. We come here sometimes," Jason replied, "It really helps spice up our relationship hooking up with someone."
"Like a threesome?" Phil asked, not entirely shocked. A lot of gay couples would often have that kind of open relationship.
Jason winked and didn't reply as he finished off his drink. Leland was approaching the bar, a baseball cap wearing deer in a red plaid shirt behind him. That didn't take long. Jason hopped off the stool, went over to Leland and looked at Phil.
"Hey, dog," Leland called to Phil, getting his attention. "Wanna come with us?"
Phil knew this was probably the only way he could find out what happened to Butch. He shrugged and nodded, "Sure, could be fun."
Leland turned around to the deer and grinned, "Sorry 'bout that bub, you've been replaced."
Disappointed, the deer walked away as Phil followed Jason and Leland out of the bar. He accepted their invitation to join them in the car. He sat in the back seat, Jason sliding in next to him and without hesitation those small, crafty paws were rubbing up and down his chest.
"Oooh... you're warm," Jason murred as he felt those abdominals, rubbing over them softly as he leaned closer into Phil's arms. The pitbull just looked at him and smiled, murring deeply in his throat. He wasn't going to lie, the rabbit's touch felt really nice. It'd been a while since he was last intimate with anyone.
The next five minutes to their house was spent touching and making out with Jason. His cock throbbed in the confinement of his pants as they pulled into the garage and they got out of the car.
Jason lead Phil into the house, bouncing and giggling in excitement as Leland held the door open for them and closed it. They walked into the kitchen of the couple's home, the instant overwhelming stench of dried cum, musk, and piss hung in the air. The pitbull held back a disgusted cough as he followed behind the hare, his paw being dragged into the house.
"Some place you've got here," Phil started before the hare turned to him and put a finger to the dog's lips.
With a quiet motion the hare jumped at him, his tongue flicking at the dog's muzzle in another kiss. Phil murred slightly, unknowing how to react to the whole thing.
He broke the kiss and tried to finish his previous sentence, "There's actually something I wanted to ask first."
"Shhh... " the hare whispered in a hushed tone, "We don't want to wake the puppy." He says, pointing to a metal crate next to the door to the backyard.
It was too dark for Phil to make out the shape of what he assumed was their feral dog, curled up in a fetal position. 'Pretty damn big for a dog,' he thought, 'must be large breed.'
"Let's take this upstairs," Jason says, tugging on Phil's paw once more as he led him away, turning and presenting his tail, which perked up and wriggled his rump as he placed the firm paw on his butt and blushed.
As they walked past the cage, the pitbull got one last chance as the sleeping dog lifted his head, and that was when he realized who it was. The sad looking excuse for a family pet was none other than the Doberman he was looking for. Wide eyes of recognition filled the broken down canine, his once yapping mouth was locked under a leather muzzle.
Even though he wanted to stop this right now and help his friend, deep down in his gut he still wanted to go with the hare. What could he do? Blow his cover, or go along with the act until an opportunity arose? It seemed he was dealing with something more than just a typical couple exploring with random strangers...He had to be cool and collective. Phil took the hare's paw and went with him, ignoring the pained whimpers of the Doberman as Leland followed behind.
Once they were upstairs in the privacy of the master bedroom, Phil felt a wave of uneasiness overcome him, the lights already turned on. He couldn't say he was surprised when he saw the camcorder in the corner of the room, the red light signalling the recording session was started. Jason lay in the bed, sprawled out cutely on the satin bedsheets. Phil paused for a moment as he took a step closer, taking one last glance at the camera.
"C'mon big guy," Jason teased and ran a paw up his naked body to seduce the big stud.
Phil shrugged and then pounced on Jason who lay in the bed, grinding against him as the rabbit stripped his clothes off as quickly as he could while still kissing ferociously. Both of their cocks were throbbing and grinding against each other as they locked muzzles, licking and exchanging saliva. Phil heard Leland growl behind him as the hyena watched the two, his own cock screamed for attention.
Phil murred when he felt a paw wrap around his cock, pushing into it, as Leland pressed against his back.
"Wow," he heard the hyena exclaim as his red cock flexed and spurted over Jason's stomach. He grinned, licking his lips as the hare giggled again. His cock was just as thick as Lelands, and that knot, even bigger. Leland stroked it as he ground himself against the pitbull's backside.
Jason clambered over, not wanting to miss any part of the action and looked up as seductively as possible to the big dog and licked the dripping cockhead. The pre was salty and there was a lot. He closed his lips around the shaft and slid the cock into his throat, bobbing on it lustfully as he heard lips smacking, Leland and the hunky dog kissing passionately. He wrapped his paws around the dog's hefty hanging nuts. 'There has to be a few weeks of cum stored inside these papa's,' the hare thought to himself fondling that well rounded, plump ballsack.
"Damn... that's a talented mouth," Phil panted as the hare sucked him off, watching his whole shaft disappear into that hungry maw, pressing up to the swelling knot at the base. After a few moments of sucking and bobbing, the dog put his paw on the back of Jason's head and forced him into a hard deepthroat. The hare gagged hard, his eyes bulged in surprise as his throat was stretched opened.
"If you think that's a talented mouth," Leland interjected, letting go of that massive cock and stepped around. "Then you should try his back side out," he sneered, knowing his mate's body better than anyone else. He flipped Jason over to the edge of the bed, standing with the camcorder just next to him, his pulsing shaft in paw.
Jason knew this was going to happen before hand, just like any other night he had sex with Leland, and lifted his tail up in anticipation. Jason watched the pitbull stare in amazement as the hyena drizzled a copious amount of lube on his backside and made him giggle at the cold fluid as he pushed his greedy butt back.
Leland grabbed his mate's hips and pulled him back, his slick cock sliding in effortlessly into that ring and within moments, every inch was hidden away inside the moaning hare who was pushing back for more.
Jason was on cloud nine as Leland rammed into him, making him bark out and wriggle his cute little butt. He knew that got all the males going. And this night was no different. He clutched the sheets, throwing his head back and moaning for more. It was at that moment he became aware of the massive frame stepping in front of him and the warm heat of a cock was presented in front of his face, smearing precum against his lips like chapstick.
Eager for some tasty cock, Jason closed his lips around the shaft and was immediately stuffed full of it. He was rewarded with a spurt of precum that he worked his throat around, swallowing it lustfully. The paw on his head was firm as it pressed him down on the veiny dick, causing him to gag just a little bit. Jason gulped as hard as he could, his trembling moan was drowned out entirely by the hunk's louder, more manly one.
As his cock disappeared into the hare's accommodating throat, Phil gripped his paw that was on the back of Jason's head as his other wrapped itself carefully around the submissive male's throat, where it palmed at the bulge his shaft made. He started to muzzle fuck the rabbit, who at the same time was rocking back and forth with Leland's thrusts. The two males on either side of Jason gasped, moaned and grunted as they found the the perfect rhythm, impaling the horny hare between them.
Looking to get the studs off, Jason squeezed Phil's balls and squeezed his aching rump around his mate's magnificent cock. His climax was still a ways away, but that didn't really matter to him. The stud always came first, in every meaning. As their movements became more spastic, Jason couldn't tell who would blow first, and it almost became like a silent race. He felt Leland grip his hips tightly, the hyena grunted and tossed his head back as he groaned, "Oooh...shiiitt!" he bucked a few more times, noisy, wet slaps into Jason's ass and he felt the warmth of the hyena's seed inside of him.
Now that he could concentrate on the cock in front of him, Jason felt the pitbull's paws grip on the back of his head, the dog's balls slapped against his chin. He sucked, gulped, lapped and fondled that stud. There was nothing he wanted more at that moment than to taste that salty jizz on his tongue.
"F-fuck!" Phil exclaimed as his balls tensed up, feeling his orgasm build up inside. He slammed into the hare's throat and exploded, his potent seed shot deep into Jason's stomach, flooding it with a climax that could even rival a horse.
Jason just basked in the afterglow as he swallowed the jets of cum that shot into his mouth, rolling the cum on his tongue before he finished it off with a satisfied gulp. Phil stumbled and rested on a knee as his orgasm ended, then laid down on the bed, rubbing a paw over his face, feeling a little dizzy as Jason climbed up the bed to cuddle up with him, Leland's cock slipping out of his well used hole.
The hyena excused himself from the room, leaving Jason alone to nuzzle and lick that dog's naked body, dragging his tongue over the fur and nipples, giggling as he got a reaction out of the pitbull.
The sound of stomping shoes coming back up the stairs signaled that Leland was coming back to the room. What Phil wasn't expecting was Butch on all fours behind him, leashed like a common dog. He sat up suddenly and Jason grinned, rubbing his paws over that well built chest.
"Like him? We call him Bitch." the hare smiled as he patted the bed next to him, "C'mere boy! On the bed. We have someone we want you to meet."
Phil watched in horror as the cocky, arrogant Doberman he once knew obeyed and crawled up on the bed. He looked thinner than he could remember. Leland stepped behind him, removing the device from his hole and set it aside.
"Go ahead and fuck him," Jason giggled as he looked at the pitbull, "Everyone says he's a good bitch," he proclaimed.
His gut wrenched as he couldn't possibly imagine how many guys these sick bastards had let fuck his fellow canine. The sad, broken look on his face only tugged on his heart strings further. Deep down Phil knew what he had to do, but deeper still, his dick had other plans.
"Hell yeah," Phil said, getting up as his still hard and dripping cock brushed against the muzzled dobie's face, grinning lewdly, "When was the last time he came?"
"Does it matter?" Leland smirked as he slapped the Doberman's ass and watched him tremble. "Turn around pup and show him what a good cockhound you are."
Butch clenched his eyes shut and whimpered, his ears folding back in embarrassment. He felt a tap on his nose and he looked up at the grinning pitbull he knew from work. Someone DID come looking for him, but now he was just like everyone else. His collar was yanked up and Butch found himself on his back, looking straight at Phil's manhood. His cock was huge... he was certain it was bigger than Leland's.
Phil grabbed the Doberman's thighs, lifting his rump up into the air and got a good look at that abused tailhole. The nub that once wagged was still as the Doberman held his breath for the impending penetration. Phil pressed his thick pointed tip just outside the ring, pushed in, and rolled back, watching the rosebud unfurl and clench. His cock pulsed as any remaining cum, that Jason didn't suck out, leaked into that wanting hole. He pushed in again, watching Butch squirm under him, whining with need.
It was now or never, and Phil dove in. It felt incredible as he slammed into the howling bitch beneath him. The warm walls of the Doberman clenched and contracted around his pulsing shaft, milking him for it. The dog writhed in pain and pleasure as Phil leaned over him, plowing into his hole, feeling a load inside of him already. It was slick and tight. He fucked his co-worker like he had never fucked before. Plunging his prick in and out, each time he pulled up more and down faster. His conscious grew less concerned and his more carnal side grew more feral. He was loving it, and by the way Butch was moaning under him, he was too.
The vein-covered cock glistened each time his hips pulled back and when he would thrust forward, his hips slammed against the Doberman until they were almost flush with his ass, the massive knot threatened to tie. The Doberman arched and howled in his muzzle, his body experiencing an orgasm as his prostate was brutalized. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, ready to receive the pitbull's release. The thought of his cum filling his insides until it gushed out of his tailhole and down his rump had him shaking and begging silently for it.
Phil growled and snarled, throwing his head back, his stomach surged as his cock jerked, and pumped his second load into the Doberman. Phil's climax lasted a good minute, pumping his watery dog cum into Butch. They could both felt it leak out and drip onto the bedsheets. The Doberman looked up at him in pleasure and fear, staring silently at him before Phil popped out in a flood of cum. He looked away as Butch crawled off the bed, his cum leaking from the dog's hole. Leland led the Doberman out, knowing that they had this moment recorded and thought about the money they would make out of this online.
Phil picked up his pants, and slipped them on, his guilty conscious returning as Jason complained about him already having to leave. Phil thanked him for their hospitality, receiving a kiss on the cheek as he walked out of the bed room. Leland was shoving Butch back into the cage and grinned at him.
"See ya around bub," the hyena waved as he locked the door. "It was a lot of fun tonight."
Phil stepped outside and realized that he had no way back to the bar. But he wasn't going back to the bar, not like this. He walked down to the end of the street and stood in the cool night, watching the house. He was formulating a plan on how to get Butch out of that house, if he didn't, no one would. That was no way for anyone to live.
An hour later, the bedroom light turned off and he looked at his watch, it was just after ten. He waited thirty more minutes, the pitbull wished he brought a jacket. But the cold was hardly anything compared to what Butch went through. He shook his head as his watch beeped 10:34 PM and he began his approach. The front door was locked as expected and he wasn't going to alert them by trying to figure out the combination to the garage door. He walked around to the backyard, jumping over the fence and snuck to the back door.
He tested it and to his surprise, it turned and the door slowly sunk in. He kept his paw on the handle and moved it slowly as he came in. Just a foot away from the door was the cage, and inside lay a crying mess. Phil's heart broke, he would do everything in his power to make this right for Butch.
"Psst.... Bit...Butch," Phil corrected himself, trying to get the other dog's attention.
The crying stopped and he saw a pair of bloodshot eyes look up at him. Phil unlatched the cage door and pulled it open. "Careful now," he continued to whisper. "I'm getting you out."
Butch glared at the pitbull, was this some sort of trick? Jason had done the same thing to him. He growled at the pitbull, even though he was twice his size. "Fuck off." He snapped, his first words in a month.
"I'm trying to help!" Phil hissed through his teeth. "I started looking for you when you stopped showing up for work."
"Yeah right," the Doberman gruffed, "And that's why you were with them!"
"I had no choice. Now let's go or I'll leave your ass in here to rot."
Butch bit his tongue, the first time in years he had done so. He looked at his guardian angel, the one who had just fucked him not even a few hours ago. His body had given up, wracked with pain from all the physical and verbal abuse. He had felt worthless and alone, but yet here was his chance--maybe his only chance--to get out and start over. He trembled and started to move out of the cage, taking the paw that was extended to help him out.
Once he was out of the cage, Butch stood up for the first time in a few weeks. He stretched out and groaned, his sheath was still trapped within the chastity lock. Phil hadn't thought of that.
"Where's the key?" He hissed, as the Doberman looks down at his unfortunate circumstance.
The dobie shook his head. Phil debated risking time, or they could find a locksmith and do some explaining. He decided on the latter. He helped the wincing Doberman outside, a slight limp in his walk.
It was a blast of fresh air for Butch as they stepped out into the chilly night. His short fur did nothing for the canine as he shivered and hugged himself for warmth. Together, they walked down the road and away from that hell hole that had been the Doberman's life for what felt like eternity.
Two months later
Butch sat down in his old cubicle at Hillman and Co., Phil had done some smooth talking to their boss and got the Doberman his job back. He arrived earlier to work just to get caught up. He didn't even notice when the brown and white pitbull tapped his knuckle on the wall.
"Hey," Phil said smiling at the canine, who looked a lot healthier. They had been seeing each other more often, going to the gym routinely, and more importantly to the pitbull, dating.
Cropped ears perked, Butch smiled up at the familiar face and wagged. "Hey!" he responded, a hint of excitement in his voice.
Leaning against the wall, Phil blushed at his cute boyfriend. "So I was thinking, this weekend... you wanna go to the bar?" he grinned teasingly.
"Not on my ass," the dobie growled at the bad joke.
Phil laughed heartily and drummed his fingers on the side of the cubicle wall, "Well it's good to see you here at work. Think you've got everything for your first day back at work?"
The Doberman checked his desk and his briefcase, digging into the pile of paper that he was given. He nodded up at Phil. "Yeah, I've got everything."
Phil grinned and winked, lifting up the canine's keys. "Sure about that, Pup?"
The other canine stiffened up and whimpered a little, shifting in his seat, crossing his legs.
"Meet me in the bathroom in five minutes," Phil said, walking away, his rear swaying side to side before he disappeared around the corner.
Butch got a good glimpse at his boyfriends ass and blushed as he covered the swelling bulge in his slacks.
It was going to be a good day.
~FIN~