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Daddy's Pool Party

The sound of glasses clinking mixed with the sound of pool-water waves, creating a sort of harmony Max had only somewhat gotten used to. Ever since he'd gotten kicked out of college, a feat the overly aggressive jock regretted in every moment since, he's spent his days working poolside at his father's estate. This wouldn't be so bad, if it weren't for the humiliating fashion in which his father, Brutus, had recently ordered him to dress after one too many arguments.

Clad only in a ruby red g-string and matching bow-tie to boot, the muscular, nearly 300 lb, 6 foot husky's black fur was an excellent match, or so his father had said when he commanded it over a bottle of brandy. Now Max stood in the hot sun, blushing with whistles resonating from all around him, as he hurried to fill his serving plate with various cocktails. There was nothing the twenty one year old wanted to do more than wrap up the party and escape into the privacy of his living quarters, but his father insisted on keeping the party alive, gifting everyone with a round of free drinks on the house. This might have seemed like a common courtesy to most of his party goers, but Max knew better; the old cheap-ass simply wanted to extend his boy's humiliation to the latest possible hour. That was when Max heard an all-too-familiar voice calling out from behind him.

"Hey boy! Another cocktail over here, on the double!" Brutus shouted, a long, thin cigar being crushed between his teeth. With a young lioness on his left and an even younger bunny on his right, he sat, fully relaxed in his hot tub. "I can't believe you women enjoy that fruity crap." He snorted, taking out his cigar to pat ash into the nearly crystal clear water, before placing the stogie back between his black furred lips.

The man was truly a specimen, weighing in at 340 lbs, with a height of 6 foot 4, Brutus' black furred body was bursting with excellently curved and defined muscle. Though the ladies swooned over his biceps, chest and bubble-like buttocks, his true pride was his 14 inch long, almost beer can thick cock. "The pinnacle of modern mutts", as he liked to call himself, his godly stature was outmatched only by his confidence and pride. Naturally, this meant one of his favorite topics was himself.

"Now where was I, oh yes, the development of my chest. You see these?" Brutus smirked, pumping his pecs, causing droplets of water to splash off them, a couple landing onto the face of the lioness. "Yes, you won't find pec muscles as defined as these anywhere else in the lands. That's because I had my builders construct a machine specifically for my needs. You see," he leaned close to the bunny rabbit with a wink. "I know how to treat a body right." The bunny blushed as she felt his hot, tobacco infused breath across her face.

"My GLUTES on the other hand!" Brutus allowed his deep voice to boom out loud enough to catch the attention of everyone nearby, most importantly, his poolside son. "Well, the only competitors I have in the ass department are my wife and her RUNT son." He snickered. "Though theirs are purely made of fat, I assure you." He winked at the bunny, causing her to giggle. "Here, I'll show you." Brutus insisted. "BOY! Over here, at once!" The man then stood from the pool, causing water to cascade off of his insanely thick, beefy frame as he nonchalantly reached a hand up to adjust his junk inside his black speedo as he greeted his son.

"Boy, make yourself useful and put on a show for my, more exclusive, guests." Brutus removed his cigar to kiss the young bunny passionately, causing the young rabbit to all but gag on the smoke being forced into her lungs, before the big man decided he'd sucked enough face and returned his eyes to his son, expectantly. "Well? GET TO IT!" The big dog barked. "Flex those ridiculous limbs you call arms, hold your pitiful chest high and proud. You may not look it, but I squirted you out. Hold your head high!" Brutus snorted, lips curling into the slightest smirk as he saw his son's nervous, blushing face. The boy's body was definitely impressive, and far more muscular than any of the men his age, but Brutus would never allow his son to hear him say as much.

As Max stood there, his practically naked body suddenly feeling chilly in the hot summer air, he cleared his throat and began to shake out his arms, trying desperately to loosen himself up. The young husky began to feel beads of nervous sweat dripping down his brow as he clenched his fists and cracked his neck, bouncing on the balls of his feet to get himself pumped.

Then, with all the confidence the embarrassed young male could muster, he let out a growl and raised up each of his biceps over his shoulders, intent on showing the guests, and his father, just how built he truly was. Those black furred arms resembled pythons, those pec muscles resembling boulders, that hard earned six pack crunching down and tightening as Max drew in air.

The display resulted in many whistles and claps, as well as a snort from his father. "That's nothing. Witness the sculpted body of a REAL man." The bigger husky said before his hulking body climbed out of the pool with surprising grace, and stood up next to his son. With a grin stretching ear to ear, Brutus raised his own pythons, somehow bigger than Max's, and tightened his own, even thicker body alongside his baby boy, resulting the applause and roaring cheers of all his poolside patrons.

"Now for the back!" Brutus boomed, waiting for his son to turn around as the boy flexed his broad, black furred back and massive g-string covered bubble butt. Suddenly, a YELP escaped Max's mouth as he felt his fathers large hand grabbing and pulling at his exposed, right ass cheek. "See?" Brutus said, facing the crowd. "See how it jiggles?" The old brute said as he painfully tugged that ass cheek outward, exposing his son's deeply nestled pink asshole, barely covered by the red string of his underwear, before Brutus finally released the meat, and gave it a hard SLAP, causing it to jiggle. "My boy is no MAN, he is a bimbo, made to be gawked at and paraded around for the rest of his pathetic days." Brutus punctuated the statement by spitting on his son's horrified face, which turned out to be the last straw for the boy.

With a sudden growl, Max swung his fist out, decking his father clean across the cheek, causing collective gasps to escape from the mouths of the pool's inhabitants. Unfortunately for the ex-college-athlete, Brutus knew how to take a punch. The blow which would have knocked any lesser male straight into unconsciousness, now left his father wide eyed, red-faced and brimming with anger.

"You ungrateful little SHIT!" Brutus growled, before his own mighty hand came crashing down, backhanding his son across the face with enough force to knock him to the ground. "Get up. You want to swing at me like a man, then you'll fight me like a man." The alpha husky commanded. To his great dismay, however, Max simply looked up, and growled out "Fuck you!" before returning the previous gesture, spitting onto his fathers face.

This resulted in another harsh smack, to no one's surprise. What did surprise the crowd, however, was what the bigger man said next, as he grabbed his son by the hair, and yanked him up to his feet. "You want to backtalk me boy? Spit on your maker? Well, we can't have such a loose cannon at risk for going off anytime it wants, now can we?" With a loud, assertive grunt, Brutus began dragging his musclebound son off towards the mansion.

The party goers grew silent, whispering among themselves about the punishment the unruly, impudent boy would receive. Their rumors never had time to grow, however, as within a few short minutes, Brutus returned with his son at his side.

At first glance, the black furred muscle-boy appeared to have gone through no transformation, still standing in his humiliating ruby red bow-tie and g-string. However, the whispers of onlookers grew louder as they looked closer, with an increasing amount of laughter being heard. Brutus grabbed his son by the back of the head and forced him to look up, revealing not only his tear-stricken face, but also the bright red ball-gag wedged tightly between his lips. A device previously used on his mother in the bedroom, the leather belt tied securely around his head, forcing his jaw painfully open.

"Alright you little shit. Get back to serving before I beat your ass cherry red to match your new accessory." Brutus snorted with disdain, smacking the boy's ass before returning to his seat in the hot tub.

Max let out a soft whine, wiping tears from his face. They weren't tears of sorrow, but rather pure unadulterated anger. However he now had no way to convey this as he continued his duty of passing around drinks to his father's guests. "Hey pussy-boy, chin up!" One lion had said to him before literally roaring with laughter. "Yeah, at least TRY to act like a man, even if you are dressed like a cheap whore!" a short, chubby Hyena joined in. What the male guests said held no candle to the sympathetic, condescending whispers of the female guests though. Here he was, gagged and bound to serve women ten times hotter than any chick he'd banged in college, yet it appeared all of them thought him nothing more than a sniveling baby.

Hours passed, and Max lost track of how many drinks he served before the guests finally started trickling out. The sun had long since taken an absence from the sky, but true to his father's word, the party had been lively to the very end. The tears long since dried from his face, Max watched as the last of the guests exited the backyard and drove off. If he were able, he'd be smiling. This meant that he could stop serving and start cleaning, something that might have caused another in his position to groan with disdain, but Max's tail began to wag with excitement in finally nearing the end of his "shift."

That was when Max heard the familiar sound of a deep, drunken hiccup from the nearby hot tub. Standing obediently with his serving plate in hand, the boy waited next to the hot tub, in his skimpy red apparel for his father to officially give him the all clear to start cleaning.

"Boy, come here. Let me get a good look at you." Brutus hiccuped out once more, the words surprising Max, but he quickly obeyed none the less. He knew better by now than to hesitate when following his father's orders.

The big, young husky stood in all his glory, red ball-gag dripping from the sides with natural saliva, that bow-tie crooked from the frantic rushing of the day, and that skimpy, pathetic piece of swimwear now completely dry from pool water, and bulging with maleness. Brutus had to admit, if only to himself, that unruly and idiotic as his son was, the boy was a chip off the old block. Brutus snorted with a smile, before slowly reaching a drunken hand into the hot tub, patting beside him. "It's been a long day, son. Come. You've earned a break."

Taking a deep breath, and silently praying his father wouldn't keep him long, Max stepped into the pool and went to sit down. Just before he could though, his father stopped him by placing a hand on his hip. "Hold on son, turn around."

Feeling both mentally and physically tense, the boy obeyed, turning around and standing with his g-string covered bubble at his fathers face level. "My how you've grown." Brutus said, before reaching out to cup that right ass cheek yet again, though this time less harshly. "God, you and your mother do share the same ass." He hissed with drunken disdain, before Max SHUDDERED, feeling his fathers other hand on his left ass cheek, pinching and squeezing it. "Dear god, I've no Earthly idea how a meathead like you, so dedicated to his sports, still manages to have an ass made of one-hundred percent FAT." Brutus punctuated his words by spitting onto his son's bubble butt, watching drunkenly as the saliva dribbled down that sleek black fur and landed into the hot tub water.

"Very well boy, you may take your seat. At ease." Max stood, frozen for a moment, still shocked over how non-chalantly his father emasculated him. After a short moment however, he took a deep breath and finally joined his father by sitting down in the hot tub next to the big man, who immediately raised his python-like arm up and rested it over his son's shoulders, pulling him close into a one armed embrace.

"You know why I'm so hard on you, son?" Brutus mused, almost sounding sad now, as Max could smell the hours of pent up alcohol on his breath. "It's because every time I look at you, I see myself. I see what could have been. I see all the times I messed up while raising your big, dumb ass." Brutus pulled his son's head to rest on his massive black furred shoulder, roughly ruffling his hair.

"But most importantly, I see just how god damn sexy you are." Brutus' words were slurred now, as his hand lowered from his sons head to around his waist and pulled him in tight. The hand then lowered to the boy's ass cheek, yanking him forcefully to half-lay across his father's body. "I see that juicy, ripped body, and I know it's all going to waste. You either spend all your time out on the field, or sleeping away so that you can do it again the next day. Well I'm sick of it. It's about time we got that body some exposure." Brutus took his other hand and brushed Max's nipple, causing the gagged boy to groan in extreme discomfort. His father had emasculated him before, but this was taking it further than he'd ever feared.

Max began to squirm, only for his daddy to grip his ass tighter, anchoring him close. "Shh shh shhh, son. I'm just gonna help you make use of all your God-given talents. Oh yes." Brutus grinned as he lowered his hand from that nipple, to cup his son's bulging genitalia through that skimpy g-string, which threatened to break off under the mighty dog's power. "I'm gonna show you what it's like to be fucked by a real man." Brutus cooed softly before giving his son a soft kiss on the forehead. "A real man, with a REAL royal cock." Brutus grinned, before he started reaching his hand down from his son's swim gear to his own, and lifted his hips up off the bench. A moment later, a pair of large, black speedos were seen floating over the top of the water.

Max didn't want to look down, but he couldn't help it. Whether it be by denial or just plain curiosity, Max found himself staring wide eyed, down into the clear water, at the space between his fathers hefty thighs. There it was, "the royal python" as his father liked to call it. The big, black, snake-like appendage was true to his father's word, nearly 9 inches long in it's semi-soft state. Max watched, groaning in horror and disgust from behind his gag, as that thick black sausage began to swell to it's full 14 inch glory. All the while the swollen fuck stick rested casually above two massive, tennis ball sized nuts.

Max held back a whine, couldn't hide the second one as his father suddenly grabbed and lifted the smaller canines body up in the water, allowing the boy to squat at the edge of the bench with what his father assumed was a virgin asshole at the tip of his cock. Brutus then reached up, wrapping a meaty forearm around his son's throat. "Time to pucker up, my baby boy." Max could hear the faintest chuckle in his fathers words, before he felt the sudden discomfort in his anus. Max's eyes went wide, wider than they ever had before, as his entire body tensed and tried to thrash, only to be held down and choked by his fathers python grip.

"I told you to shut up, runt." Brutus grumbled, before that meaty black forearm flexed, and Max screamed out past his ball-gag, his sphincter opening far more than it was naturally meant to, as it struggled to accommodate only the first couple inches of his fathers love. All the while that tiny rear string of Max's swim gear was pushed deeper inside his rectum, causing the ruby red fabric to grow tighter around the boy's own junk as it threatened to snap.

"You know why I made you wear that silly fucking bow-tie?" Brutus grunted as he forced another couple inches inside his son's rear end, ignoring the increasingly loud whines from the gagged muscle-boy. "I'll give you a hint, it wasn't just because it makes you look obedient, pup." Brutus began to pant as he forced another thick inch in. "My first girlfriend. She fucking LOVED bow-ties. Couldn't go a day without 'em. When we fucked." Brutus panted in his son's ear. "It was all she would wear."

Max began to feel his eyes rolling to the back of his head, growing delirious from the pain, though it did nothing to inhibit Brutus. "Oh yeah boy." The big dog playfully squeezed and spread his son's ass cheeks as he humped upward, burying another few inches so that he was now halfway inside his latest conquest. "I knew I was gonna fuck you the day you came home and started strutting around in your boxers, showing off this delicious muscled body." Brutus gave his son's neck a playful bite, causing an involuntary yelp to escape from the boy's maw.

"There's no one I've found sexier than myself, until I created you." Brutus ignored Max's muffled screams as he tightened his sleeper hold grip around the boys neck, pressing that ass down further and further, until finally, the bigger dog let out a satisfied grunt. Here sat his pretty, gagged son with his nuts now resting atop his father's own. Brutus' ears perked as he only faintly heard the dying noises of his son's muffled outcry, the boy having finally lost his voice.

"You know what? I tire of this position, slut. Let's settle this like dogs." Brutus gripped the back of his son's neck in his jaws and stood, that massive meat log still buried balls deep in his boy, and turned to place Max face down, ass up over the edge of the pool. Brutus released his boy from his mouth with a lick of his chops, and promptly reached down to grip the gag belt wrapped around the back of the boys head. Max let out a pleading whimper, hoping his father was finally going to let him speak, but he had no such luck.

Forearm flexing, Brutus began to lift his sons head off the ground by that belt, causing that large, muscular back to arch painfully. Not only did this provide a better angle for the brute's cock as he used the belt for leverage, but it re-enabled him to hear his son's sweet, muffled outcries. Brutus' muscles were far superior to that of any other man, and he made it a point to prove that to himself at any possible opportunity. So, with a flex of his bicep, Brutus began to bend his son's back almost grotesquely, hearing a slight crack as he began to truly drill his hips in with all the speed and grace of a well experienced alpha male.

The sound of muffled, anguished screams mixed with the sound of grunting, as well as rapidly splashing water for hours until finally, the sun could be seen peaking from the horizon. Brutus lay, spent and panting, over the now well-used, battered and officially broken son he'd once hoped would take over his estate.

Placing an exhausted hand onto that now aching lower back, Brutus pushed himself up to his feet with a long, satisfied sigh, before finally pulling out his foot plus long meat stick with a lazy 'squelch', allowing a literal waterfall of cum to leak out of his son's ruined, obscenely gaping butt-hole.

Brutus then turned the boy over, seeing his eyes closed. Brutus snorted, having thought his boy was tougher than to allow himself to be fucked unconscious. Brutus lifted the boys head, and released that ball gag, leaving the boys jaws still stretched painfully open, having grown used to the position. Brutus then smacked his son awake, Max's eyes fluttering open with a pained, fearful yelp.

"Boy, you've got twenty minutes to clean up all this mess. I'll expect you showered and presentable, with dinner ready on the table when your mother gets home from her trip in an hour." Brutus grabbed his nearby swimming trunks, slipping them on before walking over to a nearby table, grabbing a stogie and lighting it. Looking down at his battered and bruised disappointment of a son, Brutus took a huff before patting some ash onto the boy's chest. "Oh, and when you clean up, make sure to restock for double capacity. We've got a much bigger party tonight." Brutus smirked, seeing his boy's horrified expression. "And I plan to make it the most wild party yet."

END