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Animal Cruelty
by Ed Rider (edrider73@gmail.com)
***
A mean man who hurt Dorothy's dog gets what he
deserves when a neighbor friend decides to help her
seek justice for his act of animal cruelty. (M/beast,
nc, rp, bd, huml, voy)
***
I heard Dorothy's scream from my back yard. It was so
loud that it felt like she was screaming into my ear.
My body bounced into the air, and my eyes opened wide.
I had been dozing in my lounge chair in the shade of a
tree. It was a warm day, but there was a cool breeze.
That and a cold beer had combined to put me into a
bedroom with mirrors everywhere and a blonde with huge
breasts who was licking slowly down my chest, heading
toward paydirt.
But now the blonde was gone, and I looked around
nervously when I heard Dorothy's second scream. This
one ended in a loud sob. I jumped up and ran through
my house, out the front door, across the street and up
the steps to her porch. I looked down to see her lying
at my feet. Her beautiful chest was rising and falling
as she gasped for air between sobs.
"What happened, Dorothy," I yelled. "Should I call
911?"
She looked up at me, and I saw her makeup smeared
across her face and tears streaming from her eyes.
Then she put her head back down and continued sobbing.
That's when I saw her head was lying on Loverboy, and
she had her arms around his neck. The big schnauzer
was squirming beneath her and whimpering in pain. I
squatted down to get a closer look.
"What's wrong with Loverboy?" I asked.
Dorothy lifted her head and between sobs blurted out,
"It's that bastard, Jerry." Then she buried her face
in Loverboy's side again.
"Wait a minute," I said. "Calm down. You aren't doing
Loverboy any good by being hysterical. Tell me what
happened."
I liked Dorothy. She was a college student renting the
house across the street with three other girls. All
four of them were hot, but even though I had only
graduated two years ago, they treated me like an older
brother. As I got to know them, I found out they were
serious students who also liked to have a good time.
On weekdays, they burned the candles late studying,
but on weekends, their house seemed to be full of boys
every hour of the day and night.
Dorothy was the animal lover of the four. She was a
vegetarian, and she adored her large schnauzer. I
often saw her walking around the neighborhood with the
dog or jogging with him in the park. She treated him
like one of her girlfriends.
But Loverboy was all male. Lots of people had told her
to have him fixed, but she wouldn't do it, because she
thought it was cruel to mutilate her best friend. The
trouble was, Loverboy had a strong sex drive, and it
was always embarrassing her. Anyone who got near him
was in danger of being humped until she pulled him
off. Loverboy wasn't his original name, but the first
time someone called him that, the name stuck.
Dorothy even went as far as finding a doggie bordello
for him. It was a breeding operation on the east side
of town, and the owners bred Loverboy or at least
allowed him to enjoy their bitches for a few hours
whenever she saved up enough money to take him there.
That didn't satisfy Loverboy for long, and within a
few days, he was humping furniture and people's legs
again. The roommates and boys who came to the house
learned to put up with him.
"You're right, Ben," said Dorothy, sitting up and
facing me. "This isn't helping." She took her arms
from around Loverboy's head and put one hand on his
heaving side, where she patted and stroked him as she
spoke.
"I want to kill Jerry," she said emphatically.
"Slow down," I said. "Tell me exactly what happened."
Jerry lived by himself in the bungalow next to the
girls, and I didn't like him. I didn't care that he
was a weird dude and kept mostly to himself. But he
seemed to enjoy making trouble for people.
The parties at the girls' house were never really
loud, and some nights I even got aroused imagining
what was going on in the silent house at 2 a.m. when
all the cars were parked on the street. But they were
too loud for Jerry, who called the cops and complained
several times. When the cops showed up and saw there
was nothing wrong, they were angry, and now they
didn't respond to his calls anymore.
If Jerry saw someone hosing down a driveway and it
wasn't on a permitted day, he'd call the authorities.
Every time he had a chance to stick it to someone, he
seemed delighted to take that chance. I stayed as far
away from him as possible.
"I was about to take Loverboy for a walk, but as I was
putting on his leash, Jerry walked by and Loverboy
bolted," said Dorothy. "He was feeling frisky and ran
over to Jerry and started humping his leg." She began
sobbing again, and couldn't go on for a few seconds.
"Right in front of my eyes, I saw Jerry kick his leg
out and send Loverboy flying. But then he went after
him and kicked him viciously between his legs. I was
in shock and just stood there as Loverboy screamed.
Then Jerry walked up to him and kicked him in the
balls again and calmly went into his house. I wanted
to run after him and tear him to pieces, but I had to
take care of Loverboy." The tears began to flow again.
"What a sadistic bastard!" I said angrily. I got up
and walked over to Jerry's front door and rang the
bell.
In a couple of seconds, he opened the door and looked
at me. "What do you want?" he said calmly with a smirk
on his face.
"I want you to apologize to Dorothy for what you did,
you asshole," I said, "and if I ever hear about you
going anywhere near that dog again, I'm going to smash
your face in."
He wasn't bothered in the slightest by my threat.
Without raising his voice or wiping the smirk off his
face, he said, "You don't have to worry about me. I
didn't go near that dog today. He came to me for some
training, which I was glad to give him. I don't think
he'll do that again, but tell Dorothy that if he does,
I'm ready to train him some more. That dog is a public
nuisance."
I stood there fuming, trying to come up with something
to scare him or at least get him angry, but I couldn't
think of anything. Finally, I said, "You're going to
be sorry for this someday," and turned around and
walked away. I felt stupid a second after I made my
vague threat. I walked fast because I didn't want to
hear his putdown, but he just laughed and closed the
door.
When I got back to Dorothy, she was pretty much
recovered. One of her roommates had come home and was
comforting her. Even Loverboy seemed to have perked up
and was licking her hand.
I was still steaming as I headed back to my house, and
I knew I wouldn't be able to relax in my backyard
anymore that day because I'd keep thinking about Jerry
and how ineffectual I had been.
A few days later, I was over at the girls' house after
I came home from work, having a beer and talking with
two of them, not Dorothy, when we all saw Jerry
walking past their house.
"There goes an evil man," said one of them. "He should
be punished for his evil."
"You're right," said the other roommate, "but how?"
"I don't know. I wish I could think of something that
wasn't illegal, or at least wouldn't get us in
trouble."
That's where the conversation about Jerry ended, but
their words were enough to get my mind going. I think
of myself as a good guy, but sometimes I surprise
myself by fantasizing some pretty horrible things to
do to people who jerk me around. Of course, I'd be in
prison if I ever followed through on any of my
fantasies.
This time, I let my imagination run wild for a few
days and wrote down everything I could think of. I
discarded the violent ideas first and then the ones
that would result in heavy fines or picking up trash
on the highway in an orange jumpsuit.
There were a few left that I tweaked this way and that
but never enough to satisfy me. I felt frustrated, and
then a bolt of inspiration hit me. It was the perfect
punishment for Jerry. It absolutely fit the crime, and
it would teach him a lesson. I even worked out a way
to prevent him from getting back at us.
Yes, us, because I would need help to carry this off.
I didn't want to get too many people involved. The
four girls across the street would be enough. I
wondered how they would react to my crazy idea.
The next afternoon, I saw Dorothy walking Loverboy
when I came home. I went over to her and said, "You're
not going to believe this, but I think I've found a
way to punish Jerry and make sure he never bothers any
of you, or Loverboy, again."
She was excited at my words. "What is it?" she asked.
"I need to tell all four of you at the same time," I
said. "I know all of you are all over the place with
classes and jobs, but this is something that would
have to be planned out and done together. If your
roommates are as interested as you and I are, let me
know and I'll come over and talk to all of you."
I got a call from her that night. "Can you come over
tomorrow at 7 p.m.?" she asked. "We'll all be here."
"I'll see you then," I said.
***
The next night I gave them the gist of my idea. "I
hope all of you are OK with me talking graphically
about sex," I said when we were sitting around the
kitchen table. They all looked at each other and at
me.
"If not, I can't go on," I said.
"It's OK," said Dorothy after getting nods from the
other three, "but you're sounding pretty strange."
"By the time I'm through, you'll think I'm pretty
sick," I replied, "because my plan is all about
Loverboy's gonads. Loverboy doesn't understand revenge
like we humans do. But he does get worked up over one
thing." The girls giggled.
"My idea is that since Jerry kicked Loverboy in the
gonads, wouldn't it be fitting if Loverboy's gonads
were his punishment? What I want to do is let Loverboy
screw Jerry in the ass."
I stopped there and waited for a response. The girls
seemed to be stunned and didn't know what to say.
Dorothy broke the silence. "That would be amazing,"
she said, "but how in the world?"
"That's where we have to use our brains," I said. "I
have a few ideas, and I bet the four of you can come
up with a lot more. We don't want to rush into this,
and we're not going to do it unless we all agree on a
plan that we think will work."
"But isn't that illegal?" said one of the roommates.
"He could put us in jail."
"You're right," I said. "I thought of that. That would
be the biggest chance we would take. My idea is to
record everything on video. After we're done, we'll
give Jerry a copy and tell him that if he presses
charges, his date with Loverboy will be all over the
world within minutes. When we explain to the judge why
we did it, I don't think we'll get more than probation
and a few months of community service. But he'll be
humiliated for the rest of his life.
"What do you think, girls? Do you think he won't care
that everyone in town will watch that video? I really
don't know the guy."
"I don't know him much either," said one of the
roommates, "but from the few times I've dealt with
him, I think he really thinks he's hot stuff and
better than everybody else. I'm sure he'd die rather
than be embarrassed like that."
The other girls all agreed vehemently. They were
starting to get excited about my idea.
Dorothy got out a piece of paper and a pencil, and we
started working on the plan. It took us three long
sessions and lots of beer and laughter to finish the
plan. By the time we were done a week later, the four
of us had become as thick as thieves.
***
The night of the plot, it was warm and humid, and the
girls and I were dressed casually. They were a lot
more casual than I was. We all wore shorts, but their
shorts were so short and tight that their cheeks were
almost more out than in. It was the same up front.
They are all stacked and were wearing halter tops that
they were almost falling out of. I don't know if this
was by chance, but they looked so similar that their
getups seemed like some kind of uniform, like they
were cocktail waitresses at a strip club.
It started off with Dorothy jiggling out her front
door with a piece of computer paper and walking to
Jerry's front door. She pulled a small roll of duct
tape out of her pocket and firmly taped the paper to
his door. Then she rang the bell and slowly walked
back to her house with much swaying of her caboose.
When Jerry opened the door, the first thing he saw was
her amazing round shimmying butt as she walked away.
Then he noticed the paper on the door. It was a dark
night, but there was enough moonlight for me to watch
him from my window as he read the three words printed
on it in large letters: "Beware of asshole."
I saw him rip it off his door and set off after
Dorothy, who walked into her house and shut the door.
He must have been steaming, but he pretended to be
calm as he marched up to the girls' door and rang the
bell. I quietly left my house, crossed the street and
watched him from behind a tree in their front yard.
Dorothy answered the door and opened it wide. "Why
hello, Jerry," she said in an exaggeratedly friendly
way. I heard her trying to hide the excitement in her
voice, but he was so angry that I don't think he
noticed. I saw that she was standing just inside the
threshold but was pushing her chest forward so that
her breasts were nearly out of her halter top. It
didn't seem to faze Jerry.
In his usual nasty voice, he said, "You are in big
trouble. Do you know what the penalty is for
vandalism?"
He was about to continue, but Dorothy raised her hand
and gently pressed two of her fingers against his
lips. I was impressed with how cool she was. "Shhhh,"
she said. "Why don't you come in and we can talk about
it?"
For a moment, Jerry was stunned by her fingers on his
lips and didn't get what she was saying. But then he
lifted his right arm and swatted her hand away from
his face. His voice was a little louder now as he
started to reply. "Not on your life," he said and then
he stopped as he realized the other three girls had
come around the sides of the house and were now
standing behind him with arms out, pushing him and
moving quickly toward the doorway. Dorothy got out of
the way, and I heard his voice sputter as he
disappeared into the house. The door was still wide
open, and I walked inside and closed it behind me.
When I got to the family room, he was on the floor
with one roommate sitting on his stomach and another
sitting on his face. I wondered what the view was like
through the skimpy shorts. Dorothy was almost
squealing with excitement as she turned to me. "See,
Ben, I told you we didn't need your help to invite him
to our party," she said.
"You were right, Dorothy," I said. "It looks like
you've got everything under control."
One of the roommates had left and now returned holding
a ball gag. She and Dorothy got on each side of his
head and gave a signal to the girl sitting on his
face. As she got up, Dorothy quickly pushed the ball
into his gasping mouth, while her roommate pulled the
band over his head and tightened it. We heard the loud
sound of him sucking in air through the small hole in
the middle of the ball.
We had decided that Dorothy was going to be the
spokesman for the evening. She had worked on what she
was going to say and was holding a printout. But she
soon put it aside, because she knew exactly what she
wanted to say and how she wanted to sound. It was her
idea to be playful instead of angry.
"Jerry," she said. "We invited you tonight to a
special party. I know you are probably worried right
now, but all we're going to do is have some fun, play
some games and enjoy ourselves. We're not sadistic
monsters like some people we know. We're just college
girls who like to have fun. We don't do drugs and not
much alcohol. Which leaves just one thing.
"We like to dress sexy and act sexy and have great
sex. It helps us deal with the stress of school and
makes us feel positive and good about everything. We
were thinking that maybe you're not as friendly and
positive as we are because we never invited you to any
of our parties and you haven't been getting enough
sex. So we decided to have a special party for you
tonight. Everyone who lives here is invited, and also
Ben from across the street."
As she spoke, Jerry got his breath back and was now
trying to say something, but only muffled sounds came
through the gag.
"It sounds like you are excited about the party,"
Dorothy said, "so let's get started. But before we do,
you have to tell us something. We'd like to take the
gag off of you, because we know that it's hard to
breathe through that little hole. So if you promise
not to make any noise, we'll take it off. What do you
say?"
One of the girls pulled the ball a little bit away
from his mouth.
"Help!" he screamed, and she let the ball snap back
into his mouth.
"Well, I guess we have your answer," said Dorothy.
"But think about it. We don't want to have one of
those loud parties that you don't like. If you change
your mind about not making noise, you can let us know
by slapping the floor or anything that's nearby three
times with your hand, and we'll take the gag off. Of
course, we don't mean you should slap us." She and the
other girls giggled.
"OK, now I think we'll need your help for a moment
Ben," she said. "Let's bring Jerry over here. She
pointed to the hassock. It was my hassock that I had
brought over, and it was on ball-bearing rollers that
I had cleaned and oiled well so that if I just flicked
the hassock with my finger, it would quickly roll
across the hardwood floor.
I helped the girls lift Jerry and carry him to the
hassock. He struggled a little, but he saw it was
useless, so he decided to just be dead weight. We lay
him face down across the hassock. It rolled so much
that we had to work hard. Finally, we got him in
position, and two of the girls and I held him steady
while Dorothy wrapped two sheets around him and the
hassock several times. After she tucked the ends of
the sheets in under him, he was held tight, but she
also wrapped a rope around him and tied it.
Then she took his hands in hers and pulled them
forward as she sat down in front of him and the rest
of us stood up. He tried to resist, and she let go of
his hands. Although he was held tight at his chest by
the sheets wrapped around him, his knees and feet were
on the floor, and as he squirmed, the hassock began
rolling.
When he realized that he could move around by
crawling, he lifted his head and looked around while
sucking in air through the hole in the gag. He grabbed
the hassock with his hands and aimed it at the
entrance to the kitchen and started quickly rolling it
in that direction. One of the girls got up and blocked
his way. He quickly changed direction and aimed at
another exit from the room, and another girl got in
his way. There was only one more way out, and when he
tried that and was blocked again, he began rolling
frantically in one direction and then another.
Watching him, everyone began laughing. Finally,
Dorothy went over and stopped his rolling with one
hand. His head dropped down over the edge of the
hassock and we saw his shoulders shake. When she
lifted his head, we saw tears of frustration in his
eyes.
"That was great, Jerry," said Dorothy. "You've already
figured out your moves for our game. Just a couple
more things, and then we'll be ready. First, let's get
you more comfortable with some pillows." She nodded to
one of the roommates who came to the hassock and
stuffed a few foam pillows under his chest and
stomach. They lifted the front of his body up, so that
he was facing forward instead of falling over the
edge. He was able to put his face down into one of the
pillows, for turn it sideways and rest on the pillow.
Or he could lift his face slightly to look ahead. At
the moment, he head was lifted and looking at Dorothy.
She leaned forward and pulled her halter top away from
her breasts and they fell right before his eyes. "As
you can see Jerry," she said, "we've all slipped into
something more comfortable for the party, so you can
do the same thing." She tucked her breasts back into
the halter top and joined the other girls behind him
who were unbuckling his belt, unzipping him and
pulling his pants down as he tried to kick them and
roll away from them. They took off his shoes and soon
his pants and underwear were flying across the room.
He was buck naked from the waist down now. His shirt
and socks were still on.
One of the girls reached to where his penis was
dangling and grasped it. He tried to avoid her and
roll away, but she held him firmly and began moving
her fist up and down it.
"Wow!" said Dorothy. "You've got a big package. I
thought you were probably tiny and that's why you
weren't having any fun. But obviously that's not your
problem. We should have invited you over long before
this." The girls giggled, and Jerry squirmed.
"Now we just need to make a couple of adjustments and
we're ready to start our party game," Dorothy said.
Two of the girls busied themselves around his knees
and thighs with some sashes and belts and one of them
left the room and came back to get something and
brought it to Dorothy.
When they moved away from him, I saw what they had
done. They had pulled his legs wide apart, so his rear
cheeks were spread wide open. His anus was now clearly
visible in the middle of his hairy crack. Sashes
around his thighs that were tied under the hassock
kept his legs apart. He could still move them, but he
couldn't bring them together.
His knees were still on the floor, but he now had
kneepads over them to protect them. His arms were
still free. He grabbed the hassock with his hands and
began rolling again. The girls and I watched him roll
around and try to get away from them for a few minutes
before stopping him.
"We're almost done," said Dorothy. "The last thing is
this blanket to keep you warm." She held up a hide
with fur on one side.
"I borrowed it from a dog breeder. It's made from the
skins of several bitches who were killed in accidents,
and it's perfumed with secretions taken from other
bitches when they were in heat. The breeder uses it to
arouse male dogs when he wants them to mate." She
threw the hide over him. It covered part of his back.
She used a few large safety pins to attach it to his
shirt.
His eyes opened wide, and suddenly there was a loud
sound like three thunderclaps in the quiet room. He
was slapping the hassock.
"That's great, Jerry," said Dorothy. "I'm glad you've
decided to enjoy the party without that uncomfortable
gag. Remember now. Keep your voice low."
When his gag was removed, he took a few deep breaths
and then started talking in a low voice. Every few
seconds, it got louder and shriller, but then he
quieted down again, took a few breaths and kept
talking. We all listened to him.
"Please, Dorothy, don't do this. I won't tell anyone
about this. I won't report any vandalism. I promise.
I'll even sign something if you want. I won't ever
report your noisy parties again. I'll leave you all
alone. I'll sign a paper. I can give you some money,
too. Please don't do this."
He went on and on in that vein, repeating himself,
sometimes adding new things as he thought of them and
repeating them.
The girls listened to him quietly for a while, and
then Dorothy put two fingers to his lips and said,
"Hush now, Jerry. Don't be afraid. We're all going to
have a good time, and I promise you that you are going
to have a great orgasm. One of my boyfriends at school
showed me something, and I guarantee it will drive you
wild."
She turned to one of her roommates and said, "Do you
have the lube?" She poured a generous portion into her
hands and reached under him. One hand went around his
limply hanging member and the other around his
testicles. The girls and I watched her as the two
hands started moving in different directions, pulling,
stroking and manipulating. The hassock began moving in
little jerks, forward, backward, side to side. Jerry
was looking straight ahead. His eyes were wild, and he
began to breathe heavily.
I looked at Dorothy. She was breathing heavily, too,
and her face was getting red. I looked around and saw
the other girls looking and sounding just like her.
When Jerry's pelvis began thrusting against Dorothy's
hands, she quickly stopped and pulled them away. A
small groan came from him, as Dorothy said, "Don't
worry, Jerry. This is what I learned. I need to get
you all worked up and then stop and wait until you're
limp again. Then I have to repeat and repeat until I
see that you are ready for a giant orgasm. And that's
when I'm going to make you explode. I need some more
lube here."
She got her lube and started again. This time the hand
manipulating his testicles pulled them back and let
them go and then went between his cheeks that were
pulled apart. She put a finger into his anus, and the
hassock jumped into the air with his reaction. "More
lube," she said, and pulled out the finger, getting
another jerking reaction. She had a roommate squirt a
little lube at his anus and then pushed it in with two
fingers. Meanwhile her other hand was pumping his
penis. When Jerry began thrusting into her hand again,
she pulled her fingers out and let go of his penis.
A louder moan came from Jerry, and he said, "When you
stop, my balls hurt."
"I'm glad you told me that, Jerry," said Dorothy.
"That means we're almost there. You're a sexy guy. It
takes a lot more time to stimulate most of my
boyfriends."
When his member went limp, she started pumping it
again and, at the same time, she pushed more lube into
his anus. When she stopped this time, Jerry winced in
pain. "That should do it," she said. "Now you're ready
for the real thing."
"Now, listen, Jerry. Remember when I said, all the
people who live here were invited to our party. Well,
we can't forget Loverboy, can we?
"Some people aren't nice to him, but we all love him.
I haven't taken him to the breeder to have a play date
with the bitches for two weeks now, and he's really
frustrated. We'd like to make sure he has a good time
at the party and gets a good orgasm, just like you're
going to get.
"So we've set up a little game. When I bring him in
here, he's going to smell the bitch hide on your back
and go crazy. He'll jump on top of you and start
pumping as fast as he can.
"Have you ever seen the tool of a large schnauzer?
Loverboy is at least 10 inches long when he's aroused,
and attached to the 10 inches is a ball which is
called a knot that's about three inches in diameter,
about the size of my fist.
"For Loverboy, there's no such thing as foreplay As
soon as he's hard, he's moving back and forth so fast
that you can barely see his thing unless you film it
in slow motion, which we are going to do. It's as fast
as a hummingbird, but with a lot more power.
"That's why I stuck a lot of lube inside you. If he
gets his thing into you, it will be all the way in and
out before you can even take a breath.
"At least that's what he does with bitches. I've never
seen him mate with a man, so I'm curious to see what
happens. With the bitches, he goes at full speed
trying to drive that big knot in so he can spurt. The
lubricant will help you to handle the knot, so it
won't tear you open and make you bleed. At least,
that's what we hope.
"If he gets the knot in, you'll be attached for half
an hour, even after he spurts. That's the most
interesting part, because now it's like he's two
different dogs. One part of him is stuck inside you
and can't get out, and the other part is looking
around because he's finished and has a short attention
span. I've seen him turn around with his knot inside a
bitch and move his legs over her until he's facing the
opposite direction from her. Sometimes he gets so
interested in something else that he'll start moving
toward it, dragging the whining bitch behind him with
his knot.
"If he gets into you and knots with you, we're going
to play some more games and see if we can get him to
pull you and the hassock around the house with his
knot. You'll need to move backwards quickly when he
starts walking to keep the knot from hurting your
rear. If he pulls hard enough to pull it out, your
anus will definitely tear open, and we'll have to
bring you to the emergency room for stitches. So be
prepared to move backward fast.
"After he's soft and his thing falls out of you, we'll
clean you up and get you home. We have a party favor
for you, but we won't have it ready for a few days.
It's the video that we're making of our game.
"Did you notice all the lights and the cameras in this
room. We have been recording everything already from
lots of angles. Did you know that Ben is a cameraman
for a TV news show and has access to professional
equipment? He's even volunteered for a really slimy
assignment.
"He's going to crawl under you with his bodycam and
record close up as Loverboy tries to consummate with
you. That's going to be hard because you'll be moving,
Loverboy will be moving and the lubricant will be
leaking.
"If you've been listening closely, you've been hearing
me say one word a lot, the word `if.' Because even
though we would love for Loverboy and you to both get
satisfaction tonight, we're not certain it will happen
because it depends on how you play the game. Here's
how the game works.
"You are attached to the hassock and can roll anywhere
you want. Loverboy will try to hold you still and
stick his high-speed battering ram into you. It's like
a game of dodgeball. You need to dodge him. We've
decided that the game will last for 15 minutes. If you
can dodge him that long, you win and Loverboy has to
be frustrated for a few more days until I can get him
to the breeder. We'll still enjoy watching you in
action.
"If Loverboy can get into you, well, I've already told
you what will happen. One last thing. I don't know if
you've noticed, but we've brought every flat screen TV
in the house here, and they're all on stands on the
floor so you can see them. Ben brought a couple also,
so we've got six altogether. Whatever direction you
go, you'll be able to see at least one.
"Look at the one front of you now. See Ben crawling
under you. See how clear your asshole looks. You can
even see the shiny lubricant inside you. In a second,
you'll see a blinding flash of 10-inch dog penis start
poking at your ass.
"You can watch the monitors to see which way it goes
and figure out how to dodge it. It may sting a little
if it rams into your cheeks or your balls, but that
will be nothing compared to what you'll feel if
Loverboy manages to get it into you. And don't forget,
if he succeeds, that huge knot is waiting to open you
up wider than you can believe.
"Oh good. Hi, Loverboy. Welcome to the party. Yes, my
good boy, you're all excited. See the bitch we have
for you. Her name is Jerry, and she's ready, but I'm
not going to help you. You have to take charge, big
boy, and show her who's the Loverboy."
When Loverboy pounced, Jerry didn't wait. The hassock
was moving quickly in every direction. I did my best
to move with it, and as the lubricant started leaking
out of him, it was actually easier because my back was
sliding on a carpet of grease.
"Five minutes," I heard Dorothy say. Jerry was like a
wild man. As Loverboy moved left and right to reach
his hole, he managed to jerk and twist and roll just
enough so Loverboy was either stabbing into thin air
or into one of Jerry's cheeks.
"Ten minutes," said Dorothy, and then she said, "Oh,
Jerry. I almost forgot that huge orgasm I promised
you."
She came to where the hassock was, now in a corner of
the room. I don't think Jerry saw her because he was
concentrating on the monitor to dodge Loverboy. When
she touched him, he shrieked and tried to jerk away.
But she grasped his penis and started working on it
with one hand while her other hand massaged and pulled
at his testicles. She didn't try to hold him still, so
now all four of us were sliding around in the grease:
me with my camera underneath him, Jerry and the
hassock, Loverboy and Dorothy.
"Can someone bring another camera down here," Dorothy
said. "I want Ben to concentrate on Loverboy's penis,
but I also want a video of Jerry coming." In a second,
one of her roommates was sliding around the floor next
to me aiming a camera at Dorothy's hands working on
Jerry's package. I glanced in that direction for a
second, and I saw that she already had him at full
mast and her hands were moving fast.
Then I focused on what was happening at Jerry' rear.
He was still moving, but his movements were less fluid
and more jerky. He was breathing hard and trying to
concentrate on the TV monitor, but I saw him blink his
eyes and shake his head every once in a while. He was
having trouble focusing on Loverboy's dangerous
cylinder as Dorothy worked him.
He started talking to himself, but spoke only one
word, "No." He was speaking faster and faster and his
movements were more and more out of control. "No, no,
no, no, no, nooooooooooooo." The last long no was
followed by a scream as I saw Loverboy's long tool
bury itself in his ass, pull out quickly and slam back
in again, over and over. It was moving so fast, it was
like a blur, but I was prepared and had been shooting
slo-mo as soon as I got under Jerry.
Dorothy stood up. As I was getting all the action of
Loverboy slamming in and out of Jerry, I heard her
talking above me.
"That a boy, Loverboy. Are you happy now? Yes, this is
the bad man who hurt you, but now he's a good little
bitch for you. Yes, boy, enjoy him. He already had his
fun. You should have seen his sperm gushing into my
hands. I don't think he'll ever forget that orgasm. He
stopped moving to enjoy it a split second too long,
didn't he, boy? That was long enough for you. You knew
what to do. Now it's your turn to have fun.
"I don't think I've ever seen you move this fast. I
can't wait to see you get your knot into Jerry and
start dragging him around. This is the best party
we've ever had in this house. Wow! Look at you!"
As she talked, her breathing got faster. She started
panting -- as if she herself was a bitch in heat --
and I heard panting from her roommates, who were
gathered around Loverboy, Jerry and me.
Jerry had started saying "No" again when he first felt
Loverboy's knot pushing at his anus. In a minute,
there was a squishy sound and more lubricant came down
on me as I saw the knot go in and heard Jerry scream.
I crawled out from under him and began shooting the
dog and the man knotted together. As I quickly glanced
around the room, I saw the four girls entranced by the
scene. They were all red faced as they called to
Loverboy and he moved a leg over Jerry so he was
facing away him and toward the girls. When he saw the
snacks they were holding, he began dragging Jerry and
the hassock behind him with his knot while he ran
around the room after the girls.
Everything proceeded as Dorothy had described it.
There was a lot of screaming each time Loverboy jerked
Jerry in a different direction. Even after Loverboy's
tool finally fell out, Jerry couldn't stop sobbing as
the girls cleaned him up, dressed him and walked him
home. I saw him wince with pain at every step he took.
In a few minutes, they were back, and we all looked at
each other. I was smiling, and so were they. Their
smiles were lurid and lascivious. They looked hotter
than ever, and they were all staring at me and taking
deep breaths.
After a minute, Dorothy stood up and got between me
and the other three. "Sorry, girls," she said. "He's
my friend. You'll have to make some calls." I heard
them sighing behind me as she took my hand and led me
to her bedroom.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously
consider seeking professional help.
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