Asking Nicely

[Arcaner]

Just an introduction so far.  Still working on the filthy parts.  Let me know if you want me to continue.

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I had seen them at the bar for a few months now. A Daddy and his boy, always at the same table. I watched from afar, longing for what they had.

 

Daddy Jack, as he was known, was a big bear of a man, at 6 foot 9 inches, over 300 pounds, in his early 60's.  Brick shit houses were built like him.  His salt and pepper flat top picked up more salt as it blended into his thick beard.  More hair could be seen sprouting from his shirt collar and the gap between his cuffs and gloves.  He was always in full leathers, just snug enough to show off his body and massive package. He exuded testosterone.  Every time he caught me looking he would look back with his piercingly blue eyes.  I always looked away first. 

 

Once I got up the nerve to follow him into the men's room.  He stood at the bar's trough style urinal, a strong golden stream flowing from an absolute snout of a foreskin. I tried my best to act natural, taking only glances at his cock, rather than climbing into the trough and drinking my fill.  Mid-way through an epic piss, Daddy Jack cracked his neck twice and then stretched his arms up over his head.  I thought I was being subtle with my sniffing, but then I heard Daddy Jack's deep throated chuckle.   He roughly grabbed the back of my head, pulling my nose to his pit.  Such a wonderful manly mix of musk, leather, and Old Spice.  My cock got rock hard fast enough to cut my piss off mid-stream.

 

While boy scott had nearly the same intensity, it was on a different wavelength.  A foot shorter, half Jack's age and weight, swimmer's build he was the otter to Daddy Jack's Bear.  Well maybe dolphin instead of otter. His head was shaved, and he looked like the razor ran across his scalp more often than his jaw.  One night he was even missing his eyebrows, I still wonder what he did to deserve that.  He dressed more casually, t-shirt and jeans most nights.  This was set off by his chain collar, thick inch long links dipped in orange latex, with a heavy lock.  However, scott was no beaten and broken slave, he was his Daddy's boy and proud of it.  The pride could be seen in his bearing and the look of quiet satisfaction.  Speaking of quiet, I don't think I ever heard him talk at the bar.

 

One hot summer day, I was sitting at the bar bored after work.  Not wanting to go home, not wanting to do much of anything.  When a massive mitt in a leather glove reached over my shoulder and grabbed my beer.  "Hey!" I shouted as I turned around to see Daddy Jack downing the drink in one gulp.

 

He let loose with a massive belch.  "Damn carbonation.  Come on we're leaving."

 

"But, but," I sputtered trying to make sense of the situation.

 

Putting the bottle back on the bar, he grabbed me by the chin, looked directly into my eyes and growled, "Boy, I said 'we're leaving' now, pop your donkey-clutch get your ass in gear."

 

He confidently strode out of the bar.  Not knowing what else to do, I hurried after him and got into the passenger seat of his car.  His smell filled the small space; stronger, with hints of cum and smeg.  Soon as I buckled up, he took off like he was making a jail break.  

 

A couple miles down the road I found my voice again,  "Where are we going? ... ... sir?"

 

"We are going home."

 

"Okay?" still not understanding.

 

"Once we get there, scott will poz your boi cunt good, and then we'll kill him."  

 

"Wait, WHAT!?"

[cboycam]

Interesting start...

[roughfuckme]

Very hot can't wait to see the rest

[shinelover]

Very interesting start, I can't wait to see where this is going.

[Arcaner]

Taking longer to get to the breeding than I thought. Enjoy some more build up.
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"scott's wild 20's have caught up with him. We both know that he's not going to be around much longer. So he asked nicely for two things. One, I help him go out with a bang, rather than with a whimper. Two, part of him will live on in my new boy."

At that moment I felt the need to be macho. "What makes you think I want to be your boy huh?  Hell, what makes you think I won't go running to the cops my first chance?" 

Daddy Jack started chuckling again, deep and manly. "You mean besides the way you've been looking at us every, single, time, we come to the bar? Well, we've been doing some research on you. Google is an amazing tool. It was rather easy, actually, since you use the same nick-name on several sites. Isn't that right Pup Lucky?"

Run.  I should have absolutely run. These guys knew way too much about me.  I should have gotten out of his car right then and run.  It didn't matter that at that moment we were traveling down the highway.  I should just tuck and roll and....

"Who's a perverted pupper?" His tone was much more playful, and Daddy started scratching the back of my neck right at the hairline. "Who's a sniffer pup that gets a red rocket from shit and pits?"

"Arf!"  My English was long gone.  I had fallen into pup-space hard and fast.

"And who's a naughty pupper that likes to get poppered up and wrap a belt around his neck while he beats off?"

"Whine."

"Even though pup knew it was a bad idea, you did it anyway.  Because it feels so good.  You're almost as much of a pig as we are.  Hell, you might even end up teaching me a couple new kinks.  Puppy want a bone?"

Daddy Jack hauled out his cock and equally massive, furry, nuts.  The smell soon hit me like a 2x4 between the eyes:  rich, meaty, cheesy, potent, manly, delicious.

"WOOF!" I dove into his sac nose first, his hairs ticking my nose and lips as I rooted around getting his stink all over my face, breathing deeply, licking, chewing skin gently, his nuts too big to fit safely into my mouth while Daddy was driving.  Working my way downward, my tongue approached richer, darker smells.

I feel a gentle smack on the back of my head. "Silly puppy, BONE first.  I'll feed you from my hole later."

"Bark!"  Even fully hard, there was extra skin on the end of Daddy's cock which I gently chewed as I also alternately slid my tongue under his hood.  Immediately I could both feel and taste the greasy smeg on his head.  Using my lips, I gently push the skin back and, when his cock head was fully exposed I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with his cheesy funk.

"Good puppy.  Such a good boy.  Yes you are, yes you are.  I've been building that up for the past week.  It's all for you pupper."  He gently stroked my head as I licked him clean.  Once most of the smeg was on my tongue, Daddy pushed my head down on his cock.  It was a stretch, but I was able to get him in my throat.

"Slowly pup, slowly.  All the way up and all the way down.  But slowly.  I don't want to shoot on the road."  

The rest of the drive was quiet.  I worked Daddy Jack's meat just as he instructed.  A couple times on my way down he would put his hand on my head and I would stay down and let my throat muscles do all the work.  There was never force in his hand, just his way of asking nicely. I stayed down as long as I could letting my vision blur and my ears ring.  When I went to pull up, he pressed down for just a second or so.  Stretching me, giving the motivation to make it just a little bit further.  Then I was free, his hand back on the wheel, and breathing in that wonderful crotch stink again.

Eventually I noticed that the engine had been turned off.  We were in a garage somewhere.  Where, I couldn't say, but then honestly at that point I didn't care.  Looking up at Daddy I gave a "Baroo?"

"Yes, you're right pup.  We've kept scott waiting long enough.  On the wall shelves you'll see a clear plastic tub.  Put your phone, keys, wallet, clothes, and anything else you have in it.  You won't be needing any of it while you're here."

I jumped out of the car and quickly stripped off.  The concrete floor was cold and gritty under my bare feet.

"Lucky, heel!" I raced around the car to Daddy's side.  I knew I couldn't go to all fours in here without really hurting myself, so I just dropped to my haunches, my head by his left hand, nuzzling Daddy for more attention.

"Good boy.  Now go into the house, all the way up the stairs.  The last door down the hallway is where my boy is.  It's time for him to give you the gift you've been waiting so long for."

[Guest BozBear]

Arf Arf.....Love this so far.

[Arcaner]

Part 3

Finally some dirty bareback fucking. Be aware, extreme body modifications and scat ahead.
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I stood in front of the closed bedroom door, breathing slowly trying to steady myself for what I was about to do. Fuck yes I was nervous. I had beat off to many breeding stories and videos but knowing that the reality of it was on the other side of a couple inches of wood, it was nerve-racking. Also I had to face this alone, Daddy Jack was off in another part of the house, "to get ready for the grand finale." My throbbing, painful, erection didn't help either. So I grabbed the door knob tightly with my shaking hand, one more deep breath and open.

Inside I saw boy scott, laying on their king sized bed. If he was skinny before, he was down right skeletal now. Not exactly skin and bones, more like skin, veins and bones. Naked except for his collar. Even from the doorway I could make out his rib cage with two pierced nipples. I couldn't see a single hair on him: pubes, pits, chin, eyebrows, even his eyelashes gone. His cheeks and closed eyes were sunken. There was a cannula in his nose providing O2, and an IV in his left arm with multiple bags attached. 

His right hand was slowly edging his lubed up dick. Thinner than Daddy Jack's, cut with a mushroom head, the 0000ga PA glinting from the "German" porn on the TV. It was probably shorter than Daddy's slab of meat, but it looked quite long due to his rail thin body and missing nuts/sac. I could just barely make out the pink scar where his balls were taken from him. Under that was the end of a double-headed dildo. The other head was deep enough to make a small, but visible, bulge in his abdomen.

scott must have heard the door close. "Is that you Daddy? Did you find him?" his lack of teeth making it harder to understand.

I wanted to say yes, but it came out as more of a "Yip!"

"Puppy, you're here!  I've been working up a big load of toxic spunk all day. Does Lucky want it up his butt?  Do ya, huh, huh?"

"Awoof!" as I jumped onto the other side of the bed and got on all fours. I pawed over to scott, and started licking his face and head in appreciation. This made him start giggling. I couldn't feel any stubble with my tongue, but I did feel heat. This boy was burning up.

"You keep doing that, and I'll end up shooting on my chest."

"Whine," but I stopped. A bottle of poppers was sitting on the nightstand. I grabbed them, got my ass in position over scott's dick, took two deep hits, held it, and as I felt the rush, I dropped myself down.

"FUCK!" We both shouted. His dick felt like a red hot poker in my hole, but I wanted, no I needed him to poz me. Huffing poppers, beating my cock, and working myself on his dick. With scott roughly working his nipples, not even five pumps and I felt him filling my hole with his seed. It burned like acid. I drove him in as deep as I could and quickly brought myself to a shuddering, howling orgasm of my own.

When I opened my eyes I saw scott's panting, smiling, cummy face. "Thank you pupper." he wheezed out. The first shot had hit the headboard, the rest covered scott from head to navel. Gingerly I pulled myself off scott's weapon, squeezing my hole to not lose any infection. I didn't clean out before going to the bar, so his dick was covered with my shit, a streak of blood, and a bit more clear jizz oozing from around the ring.

Being a respectful puppy, I got to work cleaning. Starting at his taint I licked up the messes I made. Close inspection confirmed the lack of balls; he must have asked nicely for Daddy to take them away. I made sure to be extra gentle removing the bitter shit and sharp blood from his sensitive dick. I tried to deep throat, but the ring just kept hitting me in the wrong spot. So I just used the tip of my tongue. I was able to use broad licks as I schlurped up my jizz. I paused briefly to lick and press on the dildo bulge, scott just moaned.

When I went to clean his face, scott pulled me into a deep kiss. We passed the spunk and mud back and forth, mixing with our spit. I explored his gums with my tongue, and then pressed further, trying to taste his uvula. We let our breathing sync up, the same air back and forth. I let my hands explore his bony body. Head, arms, pits, ribs, back. Squeezed him into me, wanting to merge with him. 

Down to his sharp hips and flat ass. The puffy lips of an experienced hole. Grabbed the end of the dildo and slowly worked it out. He moaned and writhed under me, his nerve endings electrified. The smell of deep bowel shit filling the air.

I must have bumped his bladder getting the last of the toy out, because I felt a spurt of piss on my back. Not wanting it to go to waste I repositioned my hips and sunk back down on his still hard dick. His questioning look was met with my nod and I could feel his boiling piss fill me, the heat felt good, felt right.

The urgency of the first fucking had abated. This was slow sensual love making, rocking my hips back and forth just enough, trying not to leak. My nose went to scott's pits. He stank differently from Daddy, sharper and yeasty, I licked greedily. My hands went to his nipples, wanting to give him even more pleasure. But instead he guided my hands upwards to his neck.

I started humping faster, and squeezing harder. "More, more. Kill me, kill me." he panted and I joined him in the mantra "kill me, kill me, kill me..."

A smack to the back of the head returned me to reality and released my hands. The rush of blood causing scott to squirt again.

"Naughty puppy! Bad boy! Not letting Daddy have any of the fun."
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I'll leave it here for now. Stay tuned for part 4.
 

[Tdgr]

Woof

[shinelover]

Holy fuck, that last part was HOT!! I'm excited for part 4