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“Hey, Dad!”
“Hey, Bobby. Mrs. Reynolds called. She wants you to dog-sit tomorrow.”
The older man smiled at Bobby and the dark-skinned boy momentarily froze before nodding stiffly, a faint blush spreading across a cute and effeminate face. The dog that he often doggy-sat was called King. It was a very big – and very handsome – white husky that the boy had grown exceptionally attached to. Some would have even said too attached, especially if they had known just how depraved the relationship between boi and dog had truly become.
“I-I’m going up to my room...”
“Have fun. Remember, dinner’s at six.”
Bobby nodded again. As he slowly made his way up the stairs, he thought about how he had ended up falling for King and practically becoming the dog’s breeding bitch. Their first night together had been an accident, more or less. An innocent petting session that turned into something else when the handsome husky had suddenly presented Bobby with its hard throbbing length. He hadn’t meant to but before he could stop himself, his little hand was suddenly wrapped around that big red doggy dick and he was slowly jacking it off. It was so much bigger than his own and just feeling it in his hand filled Bobby’s stomach with butterflies. King seemed to like it, too, because the dog quickly grew more aggressive. Pushing the boy back onto the couch with its weight, it ended up on top of him, now rubbing its big cock against his brown little bubble butt. Since it was an extremely hot summer night, Bobby had stripped down to just his underwear, and the thought that only a thin piece of fabric separated the two of them made him tremble with arousal. After a moment’s hesitation he finally pulled his panties aside and reached down to guide King inside.
Although it hurt a little at first, the pain was quickly forgotten as the handsome husky slowly stretched him open. Its movement felt deliberate and measured, like the two of them were making love. Bobby pulled King’s head down for a kiss only for the larger dog to slobber all over his face. Somehow that was even better, though. He moaned as the big dog speared him again, rougher this time, its manly growl filling his ears while its large warm organ touched something deep inside him. Something that made him feel happy and owned and safe and weak, all at the same time. Bobby’s arms instinctively grabbed onto the dog’s fur, desperate to keep it close, and that’s when it started to really pound him. He mewled before squeezing his eyes tightly shut. Something was coming and he wasn’t ready. The boi whimpered and shook as his world exploded into warm pink ecstasy that radiated outwards from his bullied hole, new waves blossoming forth every time King rammed its fat length back inside. He no longer knew where he was. He didn’t even remember his own name. All Bobby knew was that he never wanted this feeling to end. He wanted to be King’s bitch forever. Thankfully, the dog eventually stopped but only after busting three nuts inside Bobby’s obedient and welcoming boi-hole, giving him just enough time to clean up before Mrs. Reynolds came back.
Upstairs in his room Bobby bit his lip as he again thought about King’s big beautiful cock and how it had pounded his defenseless little boi-hole so many times because he was just too weak to resist the handsome husky. He trembled with anticipation. Fuuuck, he needed it so bad but he wasn’t dog-sitting until tomorrow. What was he going to do? Glancing over at the closet, Bobby instantly thought of his favorite toy. The one he kept for emergencies like this one. He really shouldn’t, though – his dad was right downstairs, after all – but the depraved thoughts of that big handsome dog just wouldn’t leave him alone. Bobby knew he wasn’t thinking straight but he just needed it so bad, if only just once. Yeah, that was it. He’d just have one orgasm. Just one to tide him over and then he’d stop again. No big deal, right?
As quietly as he could, Bobby locked the door to his room and began putting on his favorite goon-outfit, a sexy set of purple lingerie. Not that he needed it or anything. It just made gooning feel so much better. The way it tightly hugged his little body made him feel so girly and so... submissive. A submissive little slut who only lived to worship big canine cock. Fuuuck, he needed a doggy breeding so bad~. Bobby’s clit throbbed as he quickly applied his makeup but it thankfully wasn’t until he reached into the back of his closet and pulled out the big red doggy dildo that his hands began to really shake. His little fingers tried in vain to wrap around the silicone shaft but it was just about the same size as King. Bobby whimpered as he began smothering the large dildo in lube and attaching the suction cup to the floor, desperate to finally scratch the now almost overwhelming itch in his boi-hole.
The toy had only made it halfway inside Bobby before he broke like the pathetic little quick-shot sissy that he was. His eyes rolled back into his head as his clit spurted with joy and a loud girly moan slipped from his pretty painted lips. While his little body trembled with its first orgasm, all higher brain functions were already shutting down. Instead his reptile brain was taking over, commanding his hips to start working that hungry hole up and down the shaft of the dildo, instinctively seeking more of the pleasure that the toy had just given him. Stopping after just one had never been an option. Bobby whimpered pathetically as he saw King in his mind’s eye. Saw the dog’s massive throbbing dick swaying between its legs as it confidently approached him, dark eyes staring down at him. It owned him and it knew it. They both knew it. Faced with such an overwhelming display of alpha energy the little beta-boi crumbled within seconds. He knelt submissively before the dog and offered up his well-trained little boi-hole, begging King to turn him into its personal breeding bitch. Make him a cum dump for its warm doggy jizz. Back in the real world Bobby moaned as the large canine dildo slid in deeper and began to really bully his prostate. Fuuuck, doggy dick was the best~! Downstairs his dad thought he’d just heard someone shouting and turned off the belt-sander before shouting back.
“What was that?”
“I love dooogs~!”
“That’s great, son!”
Bobby’s dad smiled and turned the belt-sander back on. It was good that his son enjoyed his part-time job. It was important for a growing boy to earn his own money. It built character and taught financial responsibility. He was growing up so fast. Pretty soon he’d probably be bringing home a girlfriend. Upstairs Bobby’s eyes rolled into the back of his head again as his little body was wracked by yet another mind-melting sissy-gasm. Drooling and moaning unintelligibly, his body didn’t stop but kept right on dragging his stretched-out boi-hole up and down the big red toy in search of even more pleasure. Just one more orgasm and then he’d stop. Bobby smiled as his thoughts drifted back to King. Tomorrow was going to be awesome!