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Bloody Knuckle

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Thursday, 4:49 p.m.

I kept my breathin at a steady pace, my right arm hummin with use as I beat off with a secure grip. My elbow threw my forearm up and down my dick with efficiency, my hand clenched around it with unrelenting pressure. I went on for a few moments more, sitting upright to let a little spit drip onto the blunt tip of my dick. I stopped to crudely polish the shaft a little before I got back to it.

I turned my attention to the broad end of my cock and brought some friction to it, my body drawing up as my dick reported an overload from the sensation. I stopped, then resumed slowly as I made a ring with my fingers and poked through, popping the tip into it before I returned to strokes that my shaft could enjoy. I sat up on the bare mattress and hammered my cock, rapidly stroking the minutes away.

I glanced at a clock, then nodded to myself as I returned my attention to my steadily throbbing boner, my oldest friend.

I poured the power back on, shifting to plant my fist down and put my cock back in, thrusting into it slowly with my tail high. The feelin wasn't the best, but any hole's a goal. I rocked my hips as I kept my right arm bent, developing strength in the muscles around my wrist, elbow and shoulder joints. I went slowly with my hips, as not to give myself a burn from the mattress but delivered full strokes. I went balls deep and knot-fucked my hand until I counted to one-hundred, then rolled to my back and swung my arm until my working muscles cooled off.

A bit later I finished up a regiment of a thousand strokes, my arm responding with lethargy as my mind brought me back to Chief, and how he walked in on me once. We laughed it off, but it became a symbol of what I put on the line.

"You'll yank your dick out Knuck.." he always said, when he knew I'd just finished a sweaty session of sprayin my knuckle puppies.

I shook that away and looked back at the clock, returning to work as I headed down the home stretch. I had spent a good part of the day in this room (alone) and I had to get back to everything else. I gripped my cocktip securely and rubbed all around it to get a good coat of pre going, then I gently layed back as I began to really torture myself with a paw pad on my sweet spot. My legs lifted as I got into it, the feeling making me grit my teeth as I rolled to my back. My tail swayed all over and my hole was exposed before my sac fell over it, which I then hefted up by the neck and rolled loosely. I tugged my balls and gripped them a little, stroking intently. I added a little pressure to the boys as I felt the beginning of my reward for holdin out so well, and I felt my nuts begin to draw up in my fingers. I squeezed a bit harder, stroking like I wanted to make light from inside my right hand as I felt flush with heat.

"Hurrrrrr..." I growled a bit lowly before I propped myself up with my left arm behind me, bucking my hips into my right hand as my dick went crazy with the amount of pre I released. It soaked into my palm and ran free, runny and musky but at the same time soothing as little by little I began to have fun with the last few moments I had left.

I felt more pre-splurt well up from inside my shaft, so I squeezed my cock to vent the collection of clear fluid.

Around that time I felt like I was bein watched. My eyes shot to the left and I found Ron standin in the doorway, grinning, a tent in his jeans since he was hard as rock too. He jumped a bit when my gaze suddenly fell on him.

"Oh! Sorry Knuck, uh.. You uh.. You good here?" he asked, a little shame mixed with his humor.

"Actually... Ah'm almost done here. Why don'tcha come greet me on your knees Ronnie?"

His eyebrows raised.

"Nah man.. You'd kill me with those rounds.." he said with a shake of his head and a smirk.

"But I WILL join ya there.." he said.

I grinned like a fool for a second, really humbled by how much of a bro he was bein. I returned to my seat and watched as he stood up to drop his jeans and boxers to crumple around his hooves, and he turned to grin at me over his shoulder as I watched his amazingly big balls swing. I got a view of him, my attention on his sturdy form. But my eyes drifted to his ink, a detailed (and dirty) tattoo of a bull with a crown. It was kind of sinister really, like the tattoo was more than just an image. But the bastard was hung too, with a pair just like Ronnie's. I glanced at his butt and I blushed. I love his butt. Toned and dense, firm but pliable. His tail flicked around just before he sat next to me, his thigh right against mine as he messed with his dick, twelve inches of beef sausage.

"Don't stop on my account man, keep goin!" he said to me, snuggin me against his side as he grabbed his third horn in his right hand.

"You got it man."

I took it slow since I was just about to bust my load and polish the bare floor boards, but he was in a rush to catch up. He took full strokes, pridefully bangin out stroke after stroke from his pink dick. The first seven inches fattened gradually from the tip down, and the next five kept that girth until it met his crotch with a tiny bit of fuzz; a seven inch spike with a five inch base. He looked like he was havin a good time, strokin like he was home alone. And I watched, shamelessly while I gripped my dick, still throbbin dagnerously.

A few more of his strokes made me shake my head.

"Nah man, love your dick. And a dick like yours really deserves all the love in the world. Like this..." I said before I leaned against his side, his arm over the front of my shoulder as I grabbed the sturdy, barlike base of his cock. He rubbed at my belly with his fingertips a little, with eyes half closed that told me I had clearance.

I stroked up and down his shaft with my unmastered left hand. Ronnie didn't seem to mind though, occasionally jumpin, buckin his hips a little at a time. His sticky dew fell to the floor and I leaned low to take a few inches into my muzzle, now strokin much more slowly.

"Kn-knuckley.."

I heard him pant my name and I shined on the inside. I was badass with my tongue. When I had feelings for Chief I wanted to share that with him, but alas...

I licked and sucked, bearin my tongue against the nerve-packed, steel-hard shaft. Beefking shuddered, pullin me closer to him with ever-increasin strength. He was close. I knew it.

"Uhh, f-oh yeah Knuckly, Awh yes..."

I sped up my hand and got a thick stream up my tongue, and the bull tensed up and grunted.

"Hrrrrrrrrrrrng!!" he snorted as I felt his gun kick and throw me a mouthfull. I opened my maw and let his cum cascade forth, slowly strokin his base and lickin the underside as more and more shots pelted the back of my throat.

"Ahh, fuck..! Fuck.. Nice!" he said, grinnin at me like I just made him rich. He panted to a stop and nodded, takin my example to heart.

"Okay, lemme see..." he said as he took both hands to my dick, rubbin all over it rhythmically, teasin everywhere he could reach. I was close already, but he just stretched out the last moments to drive me wild with a masterful touch. He held my shaft above my knot with two fingers behind each bulb, lightly cuppin and tuggin while he softly scraped the seldom hit spots back there. I gritted my teeth; it felt like a high-pitched noise was inside my boner. He then took his big fingers away and lightly held my dick, strokin streams of my clear fluid to the floor. The sting of release was nice.

"That good?" he asked in earnest and I nodded hard.

"Good."

He started to quickly stoke my shaft and slowly closed his fist behind my fuckboulder, pausing briefly to smack his palm and stamp it with a stringy puddle of pre before he went back to it.

I found myself between each of his arms, his left lockin my dick and his right strokin me fully.

"You been in here all afternoon, jackin off... I know it was special training, but just lemme watch next time bud.." he said as his mouth fell over my blunt cocktip.

That was it. He held me strongly to keep me from fuckin his mouth too hard and he bobbed his head, throatin me deep as I put the gatling gun to his tonsils, shootin my cum in strong, ropey volleys that he was all too happy to swallow, and all too skilled to lose even a single drop of. I tried to howl, to grunt and moan, to whimper, I even tried to cuss in satisfaction but it all went down Ronnie's throat, one throb at a time. His right hand rubbed at my side and I gave his back a weak series of rubs. Ya know, with my hand trembling like one would after Ronnie did what he did.

"That...was damn good..."

"Heh heh, well you're welcome Knuckley.."

***** *****

Ronnie and I pulled up to Grinny G's place, and parked across the street. Barely anyone was out this mornin, and the air was pretty cool. Winter was settin in. The bull and I strutted across the street, and approached the heavy garage door and its simpler partner. I paused to remember the code the dog knocked in, but Ronnie had my back.

"Lemme just.." he said as he knocked three times, then once, and the door opened swiftly. The guard dog at the door looked at us like we just made fun of him.

"You two are guests... just knock.." he muttered, then kicked the door open from his stool. We went through, and he went back to readin his dirty magazine.

We left the entrance behind and walked down the brick-hallway, tagged graciously with sexual grafitti of pit bulls layed out or posin. The place hadn't changed. We ended up at the last door between us and the rest of the place, and threw it open to see dogs humpin each other with loud techno music like it was a red carpet for us. But it was old news already, and I could see Grinny in his office at the back of the stage. He waved at us, we let him know we saw him, and Ronnie and I waded through the sea of dog dick, rough knottin, and jizz marksmanship. I kinda wished we waited a little bit, Ronnie and I..

We approached Grinny G. and he ushered us into his office graciously. Not much changed here. I looked around and saw what WAS different though; a new window and a nice shag rug where THAT BASTARD CAT fell and bled.

"Well, siddown!" the pit bull said, and the bull and I plopped down on the couch. It was the same, almost form-fittin to the pair of asses crested on it. As I sat there, I soaked in grim satisfaction as I remembered Knuckle the Beast dispatchin that piece of cat shit that stabbed me in my heart of hearts.

"...gonna do great! I totally trust you two and we're all gonna be rich!" was what I heard flute from Grinny's mouth, and my attention snapped back to the here and now. But that fateful day was what landed me here. Ronnie rubbed my shoulder, like he could sense my memories.

"We'll have those rats paid off in no time. You'll get them off your back and your master can rest in peace, finally. I truly believe it!" he barked, totally confident. [Good. Someone needs to be.]

"First things first... How do I get you guys registered?" G asked, and it hit us. We were gonna have to spread the word. Maybe some grudge matches would help us start out. But I wasn't so.. ready to go back to all that.

"Ah need a drink. A big one." I muttered, and G looked at me with a smile growing bigger by the second. Ronnie had an eyebrow raised, and it lifted a corner of his mouth with it.

"Last time you drank you- AH know what Ah did! Too much pain makes ya stupid." I fired at him, and he smiled. But I smiled too.