FSE

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Written by Choice Cuts Deli

January 2023 | 6091 Words

"Oh fuck..." The words were almost imperceptible, hissed out under a low growl, barely indistinguishable from the pounding footfall of the varsity cross-country team lazily circling the running track. Focused on chasing their runner's high, the parade of beasts tromping around and around the bright, grassy football field would never notice the curse, nor the narrowed slit of glowing eyes that glanced out between the slats in the bleachers. The bustle of extra-curricular activities might not be the best cover for two fumbling lovers to get a moment alone, but the danger of getting caught only made the blow job that much more intense. "D- Don't stop," the voice hushed, coaxing Hans to go harder.

Pressing his soft snout firmly into his lover's groin, the tender, pink-skinned pig could feel thick, canine claws slowly curl against his head, threatening to furrow bright red scratches over his scalp. The sudden scrape, while not unwanted, caused Hans to swallow hard, the throbbing cock in his throat practically leaping at the sudden squeeze. But the reaction was not what Hans intended, and in an instant, the porker was yanking himself off his lover's shaft with a wet pop, his gag reflex causing him to cough and sputter as he tried to catch his breath.

"Hey!" the short-haired pointer growled, his thick, canine shaft bouncing as a dribble of spittle and precum plopped off the tip. "Shhh, keep it down," he added, the bulky canine's golden eyes darting over his shoulder to make sure the coughing fit didn't draw any unwanted attention. While his broad shoulders and thick midsection kept Hans mostly out of view from prying eyes, the canine had to hope that his cream-and-brown mottled fur would be unrecognizable should one of the track coaches catch them making love after class.

"Hey yourself, Dusty," Hans rasped, forcing himself to swallow a cough. "You're gonna mark me up if you keep clawing me like that!"

"Okay, okay, sorry..." the pointer sighed, his tapered muzzle curling into a supplicating, smile. "I- I just don't want to get caught," he clarified.

Drinking in the form of his lover, the young hog could not help but love every curve and angle of his hunky Romeo. Sizing up his sweetheart, the little piggy decided to get on his nerves as revenge. "You're embarrassed, aren't you?" Hans chuckled, keeping his voice to a low rumble.

"N- No!" The canine practically slapped himself at how loud he'd yapped back his response. "I- I- already told you, it's not like that!"

"Could you imagine if word got out?" Hans teased.

"It's GONNA get out if you don't get sucking," the dog huffed, starting to lose his patience as his cock ever so gently softened.

"You, Dusty Noble, star quarterback and Captain of the South-Central High East football team, THE heartthrob of the cheerleading squad? Making love to a bo-"

"A nerd!" the canine snapped, drowning out the word. "A big goofy piggy nerd? The one Miss McFadden forced to be my Chem tutor? Yeah... I-" Dusty's voice faltered ever so softly as he finished, "I wouldn't live it down..." The outburst seemed to betray a sore spot for the canine. Even in the darkness under the bleachers, Hans could see the way his nostrils flared as he snorted in exasperation. But as the guilt ate into him, Dusty shyly glanced his eyes back over his forbidden lover. Slipping his paw up from his side, the canine sighed as he tilted Hans's head up to look him in the eyes. "I wouldn't have it any other way. Y- You're the most... real... coolest..." The corners of his muzzle curled as the inexperienced jock stumbled over how to express his romance, "...dumbest dork ever."

"I love you too, Dusty," Hans replied, his broad snout grinning even wider as he watched his dumb dog glow red in the cheeks from his blush. "Trust me, I know. I was giving you shit," Hans added with a lick of his lips, teasing his tongue on his sweetheart's cockhead to start working it back up to full. "I just can't do claw marks again. Brett and Tyler had a field day in first period last time you roughed me up. Got to spend a whole week being teased about being 'Mauled by a Cougar.' And not the kind I'd WANT to maul me."

"I know, I know... I'll be more careful," Dusty huffed, closing his eyes as he tried to focus on the tongue-lashing he was getting.

"I wish you would stand up for me some time," Hans said under his breath, the hog clearly not done complaining. "You're their team captain, you could do something about it." His protests were met with two chunky canine paws pressing firmly against the back of his head, impaling Hans on his shaft with a muffled "Gllk!"

"It won't be like this for much longer," Dusty growled, heaving a soft sigh as he felt his lover's throat squeeze around his thick, pulsing shaft. "Oh fuck... Mmmm... just like that..." Bucking his hips forward and back, Dusty built up a rhythm as he plowed his sweetheart with all his might. The heady mix of forbidden love and raging, young hormones made quick work of the star quarterback's endurance. "A- Ahhhhh..." The big dog panted, stifling the desire to howl as he danced on the edge of orgasm. Clenching both paws, this time careful not to rake his clawtips over Hans's head, the pointer gasped as he felt his heart leap, an oncoming wave crashing against his body as a full-bodied orgasm racked his muscles. Losing control of himself, Dusty hardly noticed that Hans had put himself to work, bobbing his head as he gently nursed his lover through the overwhelming orgasm. "Ahhhhnnnn... H- hey, s- stop!" Gasping in a sudden panic of overstimulation, the meaty hound gave a firm push to Hans's over-eager head, shoving him off the twitching shaft. "Fuuuuuck, s- sorry..." Snorted Dusty, working hard to catch his breath. "I- It w- was sensitive..."

"But isn't that the best part?" Hans teased with a playful little giggle, running his fingertips over the rim of his lover's cock head. "You love when your dumb little dork brings you down on your knees, don't you?" he prodded, feeling the way Dusty quivered at his touch.

"Y- Yeah, j- just, you almost got me to howl..."

"You love it," the porker snickered, slowly hauling himself up off his knees. "What was that though? About how we won't need to be like this for much longer?"

It took Dusty a moment to regain his proprioception, the act of hauling his pants up around his waist taking far too long due to his legs still quivering like jelly. Clothed once more, the towering pointer almost collapsed into his lover's arms, planting a slow and sensual, if sloppy and unpracticed, kiss right on Hans's snout. "C'mon. Let's get out of here, and I'll tell you. I gotta stop by my locker."

"These stupid high school popularity contests aren't everything," Dusty sighed, the towering, russet-furred beast shifting his blue-and-gold varsity jacket over his broad shoulders. Compared to the hefty and rounded Hans, Dusty was practically a brick wall; his muscled form was easily two heads taller than the geeky little porker. And even if he was not as wide as his porcine lover, the athletic canine was pure muscle. Knowing how much meat it took to fuel that muscle only brought a quiver to Hans's blue-balled shaft. "I- I'm actually looking forward to college. With you," Dusty hastily added, making it clear that he had every intention of following his first love.

"I think we've done more research on which colleges to go to than we have Chemistry homework," Hans chuckled. "We got out, what? Five? Six apps so far?"

"To some of the best football programs in the country!" Dusty beamed.

"AND, top quality chemistry programs for me," Hans corrected, giving a prod to his lover's midriff.

"Right, right, I was going to say that next," Dusty chuckled, his puffy tail wagging behind him. "We'll be out of here soon enough, with a fresh start. Y'know... Out of the closet." Even though the future looked bright, Hans did not necessarily seem quite so eager given how much longer he had to wait. Noticing that fallen look in his boyfriend's eyes, Dusty smirked as he gave his porker a nudge with his elbow. "But hey, we don't even have to wait that long to get some intimate time."

"What?" Hans chuckled, teasing, "You want another date night under the bleachers before your next game?"

"Something a bit more... special..." Just as the pair approached the side entrance to the school, the door propped open by one of the janitors having a smoke break, Dusty turned to block Hans's path, the towering canine licking his chops as he eyed up his forbidden lover. "My folks are going out for a week before the holidays," he declared, the normally reserved jock rather confident in the way he spoke. Perhaps it was the fact that it was after school hours, or perhaps it was his excitement to share the news that caused him to let his guard down. "How's about we make it a week together? Just you, me, and a house all to ourselves?" Leaning in close, the auburn furred pointer growled low and seductive, nipping his eye tooth into his lover's floppy ear. "Dad just got a brand-new barbecue... How about we take those pictures you've been squealing about for months, piglet?"

"A- Ahhhh..." Hans had to work to keep his legs from melting under him, the hog shuddering at the idea of a long week alone with his ravenous sweetheart, "I- It's a date!" he squeaked, only to watch as Dusty's eyes widened in fear. Planting a firm paw on Hans's chunky shoulder, the pointer orchestrated a swift and fluid movement, yanking open the school's side door before stuffing his lover through. Yet despite his hasty nervousness, Dusty managed to chirp, "Tomorrow, after school, my place!" before slamming the door shut. Still not entirely sure what just happened, the pig tried to gather up his bearings as the schoolhouse door bounced off the rubber stopper propping it open, Dusty's voice carrying through the slit-like crack as he shouted, "Yo! Ty, Brett! What's up?"

Narrowly escaping the awkward situation, Hans could not help but furrow his brow at the lack of respect his lover showed for him. But the frustration was tempered as he realized that in less than a day, he'd have a dream vacation with his high school sweetheart.

"Alright!" Dusty barked, unable to keep his excitement in check as he stepped into the middle-class suburban living room, his wiry arms stuffed with bags of snacks all the way up to his chin. "We've got potato chips, uh, pretzels, licorice, popcorn, uhhh... more potato chips..." The canine happily rattled off each one as he stepped up to his cozy living room couch, the broad-shouldered beast having to tread carefully so he didn't step on his lover's hooves as he shimmied through the narrow gap between the sofa and the coffee table.

"I hope you've got better eating habits in mind when you have me on the table, hun?" Hans chuckled, reaching up to grab a few of the puffy bags out of his lover's paws.

"And ice cream in the fridge!" Dusty added, the porker's come-on clearly sailing over his head.

"Hehe, you lunk," Hans added, bringing a confused smile to the canine's long, drawn snout.

"Wh- Wha-? Oh! Pffft! No, no, no, this is just for movies tonight." Setting down the last bags on the coffee table, the canine calmly reached up to run his paw along Hans's soft jawline. "We're gonna go shopping for all the right sides and garnish tomorrow, sweet meats."

"Oh yeah?" Inhaling softly, Hans shuddered at the gentle scent of masculine, canine odor that clung to his lover's form. Some might call the athlete's odor a curse, but Hans could not get enough of it. "You got something in mind, Chef?"

"Maaaaaybe... I was thinking pork chops and asparagus, with plenty of sticky, caramelized glaze," Dusty teased, dragging a claw up and down Hans's shirt, teasing out pretend grill marks along his lover's chest. "Maybe a few orange slices to cover over those... sensitive spots..." The canine only relinquished his touch after ringing both of Hans's nipples with his claw tip. "But we've got plenty of time, cutie! Let's cuddle tonight. It's been too long since we got to just be ourselves. And maybe we can see how the night goes after we get comfy?"

Nuzzling into his tender, hunky himbo, Hans sighed, drinking in the savory aroma of powerful canine musk, unable to help but kink his muzzle ever so closer to his high school lover's pits. But just as Dusty reached up to turn on the TV, the pair's cozy evening was interrupted by the sharp chime of a doorbell ringing.

"Pizza?" Hans asked, his ears perking as he sat back up on the plush family sofa.

"I- I didn't order any?" Dusty replied sheepishly, casting his gaze across the living room to the front door at the foot of the stairs. "Maybe a package?" The doorbell rang a second time, then a third, souring the pointer's expression. "Hey, how about you go to the kitchen and get us some drinks? I'll go see what's up."

"Drinks, ...or Drinks?" Hans asked with a smirk.

"Heh, you're such a bad influence," Dusty chuckled, his muscles tensing up as he rose from his seat. "You remember, it's the thi-"

"Third cabinet on the left," Hans finished the sentence, shooing his lover towards the door as he slipped off the sofa and into the kitchen. "I won't take too much from any one bottle. Your dad'll be pissed if he knew you were lapping up his hooch, puppy dog!"

The doorbell ringing seemed to intensify as Dusty approached, quickly followed by heavy pounding as a gruff voice called from the other side, "Open up! It's the police!"

Dusty was surprised, but unphased as he threw the lock on the door, quickly opening it up to find two giggling pranksters standing on his front porch. Staring down the squat bulldog and his cackling ridgeback accomplice, Dusty snapped, "Ty! What the hell are you and Brett doing here?!"

"Fuuuuck, we really had you going, dude!" the lanky, tawny furred ridgeback giggled, reaching one of his long paws out to steady himself on the doorjamb. "D- Do it again, Tyler!"

"Police! Search warrant!" the pug-nosed bulldog borked aloud, cupping his paws before his snout to throw his voice a bit further.

"Knock it off!" Dusty rumbled, his eyes darting back over his shoulder. Thankful that the ruckus had not brought Hans (or the neighbors for that matter) to check on him, the canine snorted, "I'm busy tonight, guys."

"No, you're not, dude!" Brett chuckled. The gangly canine took a step forward, pivoting on his heel as Dusty tried to shift his weight to block the doorway. "We heard you telling someone yesterday, your parents are gone for the week!"

"Woooo, party at Dusty's house!" Tyler added, the bulldog playfully squatting down like he did defending the line as he pushed his bulky body towards the space Dusty left vacant.

"We thought we'd come flop at your place this week!" Brett finished, the wide receiver already managing to kink one of his arms around his quarterback to start nudging him out of the way.

"Hey! I'm serious, I- I-" Swallowing his words, Dusty suddenly realized that he was absolutely screwed. He couldn't just tell the pugnacious pair why he was sending them away. And worse, the adorable hunk was a terrible liar. "I- I got a- a date tonight!" he yelped out at last, just as the two bullies bowled him over, practically stepping over his body as they spilled into the living room.

"Who's the lucky lady? Lefty or righty?" Brett chuckled, planting a faux kiss on one of his curled-up paws.

"Shut up!" Dusty barked, his muzzle gaping as he watched the bulldog clamber into his home, flopping down on the couch, squeezing one of the bags of chips until it popped open. "I- I'm going to be- to have- uh..."

"C'mon, Dusty," Tyler chuffed, getting his paws greasy as he stuffed a heavy handful of chips into his jowls. "We all flirt with the cheer squad. Only Stacy and Vikki are gonna be home for the holidays, and I wouldn't touch them with gloves on!"

"Don't tell me you're shacking up with some mousey nerd," Brett added, kinking his leg up to seat himself on the sofa's armrest.

"Maybe it's that talking porkchop he's getting chem lessons from!" Tyler quipped, the offhand comment causing Dusty's heart to skip a beat.

"Pfft! I- I wouldn't..." Stammering, Dusty gritted his teeth as he hissed, "I wouldn't be caught dead with that geek." Letting his demeanor drop, the flustered himbo tried his best to channel his usual brash manner. "Can you imagine? He'd probably try to get me to... paint model sculptures for his dumb tabletop games or some shit." The words were correct, but they came out flat, a far cry from the usual way Dusty put down the students his friends considered social rejects. But the hurtful comment bought him just enough time for a thought come to mind. "Alright, alright," he grunted, "You guys stay here. I'm gonna call my folks. If they're cool with you staying, you can stay."

Amidst playful shouts of 'Momma's Pup! Momma's Pup!' coming from the living room, Dusty slunk the long way around his house, padding through the sitting room and dining room to reach the kitchen. Peeking around the corner, the pointer tucked his tail as he stared face to face with clearly perturbed pig. Hans had enough sense to slink away from the action once he realized who was at the door, but the stern look on his face meant he had still heard everything. Raising his paws, Hans gestured towards the living room without breaking eye contact, wordlessly asking what that was all about?

"I- I'm taking care of it!" Dusty whispered, the canine's long snout tilting down like he'd been caught making a mess on the carpet.

"It doesn't SOUND like you're taking care of it!" Hans hissed through his teeth.

"I didn't know they were going to bust in like that!" he whined.

"If you're not gonna man up and kick them out, then I'm just gonna go," Hans snorted, sighing as he took a tentative step towards the back door, only to be stopped by his lover's paw grabbing him by the arm. Tugging Hans close, Dusty planted a firm kiss square on his sweetheart's snout, the taste of warm dog slobber and pent-up love causing the sweet piggy to heave a soft sigh of relief.

"We're going to have a perfect week, love. I promise... Just... Here!" Yanking Hans across the kitchen, Dusty pulled open the oven door. His family had some of the nicest cookware money could buy, and the gleaming, stainless-steel oven was no exception. The hefty appliance was clearly unused today, the heating coils a cold, dull grey. Just above them, situated on the lowest rack of the oven, sat a heavy metal roasting pan. It was massive, predator-grade cookware that the family obviously had nowhere to store. So logically, it should just live inside the oven that it came with. Dusty shyly whispered to his goggle-eyed lover, "Just... Hide in here a moment while I shoo them off."

"You can't be serious?!" Hans replied, nearly forgetting to keep his voice down as he blurted out the response. But Dusty was quick. Pulling his lover tight to his chest, the pointer held Hans close enough that the pudgy pig could feel the nervous thump of his canine heart.

"How about this?" Dusty whispered softly, trying his best to keep his cool, "You get comfortable in there, and when they're gone, we can turn up the heat, just you and me."

Swallowing softly, Hans glanced down at the gaping maw of the oven. Then back up at the pointer's dumb grin. Back down to the oven. "Restraints are in the seco-"

"Second drawer to the right," Dusty finished the sentence, beaming as he shooed his lover towards the supplies. "Grab the oil too!" he hissed softly, blowing Hans a kiss before scooting back out to take care of the interruption.

"What's taking him?" Hans grunted to himself, sighing as he shifted his body in the bare roasting pan. A part of him wished he had not let the cocky quarterback suggest he get too relaxed while hiding out in the oven, the heavy iron shackles chafing his wrists a little as he wriggled his oiled-up body into a more comfortable position. Having set the bindings himself, it wasn't like Hans was completely helpless; the heavy metal cuffs were only secured to his wrists and ankles, not to the pan itself. If push came to shove, he could still throw his weight against the oven door to break out. Though that would be a far more awkward conversation if Dusty had to explain the greased pig wriggling on his kitchen floor.

The more immediate problem for Hans was that the chains securing his limbs restricted his movement, making the act of flipping over onto his back that much harder for the pudgy pig to accomplish in the cold, tight confines of the oven. At least the hefty hog had the foresight to chain up his hands in front of his body. Once he'd taken the weight off his forearms, the naked porker could finally heave a sigh of relief. Not to mention he could use his slick fingers to play with himself as a distraction, slowly teasing along the length of his hefty arousal as he tried to stay patient. But with no way to mark the passing minutes, Hans tried his best to keep from getting antsy, even though the long wait and lack of progress was killing him.

"Alright, alright, you can jerk off all you want, Dusty," a gruff, baritone voice called, slightly muffled from outside the oven door. The sudden call brought Hans's playful movements to a halt as two thick thighs appeared in his restricted field of view, striding past the oven window. "I'm gonna grab a soda for the road," Tyler continued, the gruff bulldog nearly passing by the oven until something stopped him dead in his tracks. Hans watched in silent terror as the canine turned bodily, sauntering in his direction. "Hell yeah," the bulldog muttered to himself, his thick gut pressing up against the oven window as he reached for something on the counter. "Is that why you wanted us gone? Getting schwastey on Dad's liquor?"

The liquor! In his haste to hide, Hans completely forgot he'd left the two cocktails he mixed for himself and his lover on the countertop. Squeezing his hefty stomach against the oven door, the squat little bulldog seemed to be grabbing for one of the drinks he'd left out. Hans held his breath as he watched his schoolyard bully prop up on his tiptoes, before finally stepping back from the oven, enjoying a heavy swig of the purloined, rotgut gin. Swilling back his drink, the bulldog did not notice that his actions must have jarred one of the knobs on the oven, causing the hot box to let out a low, ominous groan. A groan that sent a cold chill down Hans's spine.

It would only stay cold for a second, the heavy heating elements above and below him turning a rich, ominous orange. The oven quickly came to life with a droning hum. Hans caught himself before his instincts kicked in, the succulent porker clamping his muzzle shut as he remained ramrod still on the roasting pan. They were leaving, right? It would take a few minutes for the oven to heat past the danger point. So, all he had to do was sit still! ...right?

This plan seemed to evaporate as the commotion outside the oven grew in intensity. As the sweat began to bead off his oiled-up brow, Hans could hear Dusty trying his best to usher the pair of party crashers back towards the door, their laughter and teasing not seeming to abate as they bluffed and blustered and demurred to keep from being kicked out of the house. By that point, Hans could see the lanky ridgeback's legs appear in the oven window, Brett clearly helping himself to the second drink that was sitting on the countertop. It's fine, Hans thought, trying to soothe himself as the rising heat swelled around him. T- They'll drink and go! I- I just gotta... o- ow! Hans snorted to himself as he shifted in the very hot roasting pan, his back beginning to grow uncomfortable from the heat.

But with no indication the oven was running, Dusty did not realize the severity of the situation. Still trying to get his friends to move along, the brawny jock seemed completely unaware of his lover's predicament. That is, until an odd sound seemed to echo through the kitchen.

"What was that?" Tyler asked, the bulldog glancing about as their playful banter fell silent. A few moments passed before the sound kicked up again, something between a groan and a metallic thud echoing from somewhere nearby.

"That your date, Dusty?" Brett chuckled, sipping on his stolen drink, the liquor scratching his throat as he snorted, "Sounds like you got someone tied up somewhere."

Before Dusty could react, his muzzle clenched in an embarrassed grimace, the sound roared through the room. A few heavy thuds, the scrape of metal on metal, and the unmistakable cry of "Ahhh... H- Hot!" Before Dusty's uninvited house guests could investigate further, a sudden pounding echoed in the room, ending abruptly as the oven door finally gave way, swinging open and landing with a thunk as Hans finally managed to kick free from the roiling heat. A hazy sheen of hot air rose from the oven door, bringing Dusty's eyes from his tear-streaked lover's heaving body up to the display on the stovetop, the temperature already cresting most of the way through its preheat cycle. But instead of a rush to help the terrified hog, all that Hans got was a roar of laughter from the pair of bullies.

"Oh my god, dude!" Tyler snorted, sending droplets of stinging gin up his pug-nosed snout.

"Holy fuck, I was kidding when I said you two were dating!" Brett howled, having to lean on the countertop to keep from doubling over. "I didn't think you were a quee-"

"He's not my date!" Dusty roared, snarling as he gave Brett a hard shove on the shoulder, only to realize too late what his jock brain had said, "T- The fuckin' nerd got on my nerves one too many times..." He snarled, even as the candor flushed from his voice. Dusty clearly didn't believe a word of what he said. But by now, he had no choice except to run with it. Snatching up a potholder from the countertop, Dusty tried to make amends with his panicked lover, using his considerable muscle to yank the oven rack and roasting pan out so Hans was spared the worst of the heat. "J- Just get out of here! Let me fuckin' cook the dork, okay? Nobody's gonna miss him when he's gone."

Dusty might have held himself like a tough guy, but his Hail Mary gambit to run off his friends fell apart the moment he heard a shutter click. With one paw still latched to the oven rack, the pointer turned his gaze around to see Tyler snapping a few wide-angle photos of the two. "Fucking hell man, you could'a said you were gonna kill 'em!" the canine chuckled, adding, "Goddamn he's hard as a rock too!"

Wincing, Dusty sucked his lip as he shook his paw away from the hot metal. "Hey! Delete that shit!" the pointer growled, making a lunge for the bulldog's phone. The stocky lineman was a little quicker, managing to toss is phone to the ridgeback wide receiver. "I- I'm not kidding!" Dusty stammered, stumbling as he rushed to snatch the phone as it sailed through the air back to its owner.

"Haha, okay, okay, man! Sheesh" Tyler teased, doing his best to play keep away. "I'll delete it! But first I dare you to fuck the pig!"

"Wh- What?" Dusty's floppy ears visibly raised as he blinked through the question. "N- No way!" Swallowing hard, the canine shot a sheepish glance down at Hans. "That's gross, dude."

"Who's gonna know?" Brett teased, smirking as he gave Dusty a push from behind, forcing the wiry beast a little closer to the oven door. "He won't tell anyone once he's dead," the wide receiver added, gesturing towards the dumbfounded hog.

"I- I'm not gonna fuck a pig!" Dusty whined, only to feel two chunky paws grip at his waistband. In one foul swoop, his sweatpants were down around his ankles, exposing the canine's hefty half-chub.

"Looks like the pup's got a bone for his dinner!" Tyler beamed, laughing as Dusty stared helplessly into Hans's eyes. Swallowing, the brutish canine stepped a little closer, kinking his legs into a half-squat after swiping the discarded bottle of olive oil from the countertop. Giving himself a slick coat of lube, the towering pointer eased himself down to the edge of the pan. After lifting Hans's hefty thighs up, curling the pudgy porker into missionary position, Dusty swallowed hard as he lined himself up with the terrified hog's tense little pucker.

Up until now, Hans had stayed quiet. The pig was frozen with fear, still hoping that he didn't give away too much about the pair's love affair. But as Dusty applied a little pressure, the hog gasped, squealing out, "W- Wait! Dus- ahhhhh...!" The cry was cut off as the dog's thickening shaft pushed inside his tender hole. Dusty was not nearly as gentle as he usually was, the heavy length forcing its way inside and filling Hans in one firm thrust. Mouthing 'Sorry' to his lover, Dusty tried to keep his composure as he rocked his hips back and forth, panting under his breath as he just tried to get it over with.

"Fuuuck, he's actually doing it!" Brett laughed, pointing playfully down at the pair.

"Gro-o-oss, dude!" Tyler added, his phone poised once again, this time capturing video of the event. "Oh man look, he's fucking throbbing!" The bulldog teased, zooming in on Hans's pounding erection, no doubt spurred on by the powerful shaft that assaulted his prostate with each heavy heave. Groaning in fear-addled lust, Hans could only clench and pant out a few useless, listless words as he heard the oven chirp a few shrill beeps, the hot box finally reaching its full temperature.

"Hah! You're crazy, dude," the ridgeback commented. Shaking his head at the show, the cocky canine gave his team captain a nudge. "Why don't you kiss the pig while you're at it?"

"Pucker up, big guy!" Tyler taunted, watching intently as the canine closed his eyes. Before Hans could say a word, he felt the warm, alpha-dog scent of his lover right up against his heat-wracked snout. Easing his tongue into the porker's muzzle, Dusty moaned as he gave full tongue to his lover. The taste of hot dog slobber filling his mouth was comforting to Hans, but not as comforting as the unexpected grip that squeezed at his shaft.

With his full body blocking Brett and Tyler's view of the oven, Dusty carefully slipped his paw through the crook in Hans's hip. Balancing his weight on the porker's heavy body, the pointer laced his paw tight around his lover's cock, using the momentum of his thrusts to help rock Hans's meaty arousal through his paw as if it was a stroker toy. As the roiling heat blasted their heads, singing Dusty's eartips, the pair locked tight in a passionate, if tense, kiss, sharing in their humiliation as the wiry jock plowed his forbidden love. The pointer's thighs slapped hard against Hans's reddened hams, his pace quickening as the young and horny jock edged himself closer and closer to orgasm. Feeling his knot swell at the base of his cock, Dusty gave one last powerful thrust, popping himself past his lover's ring in a sudden jolt. Muzzle still tongue-tied with Hans's gasping mouth, Dusty gave a full body shudder as his hot load poured into the pudgy porker's tender ass. A second, painful jolt flashed through Hans as Dusty drew back, his sensitive knot popping back out before it had a chance to lock the pair together.

Dusty had just enough sense not to grab onto the oven for stability, kinking himself back up into a squat as his shaft pulsed hot ropes of virile dog spunk straight onto Hans's chest. Overstimulated, the pig could only manage a filthy, desperate, snorting grunt, his muzzle gasping open and closed as he wordlessly begged for just one more touch to push him over the edge. His lover pulled out at just the wrong time, leaving the porker's shaft fully erect and twitching in the cool kitchen air. As his paws reached feebly to try and grasp for his cock, the whole world shifted for Hans as Dusty gave a firm shove to the oven rack, sliding his forbidden love straight back into the roaring oven. The hog's lust-addled brain could no longer discern pleasure from pain, especially after Dusty turned his ass into a gaping chasm.

"Holy shit!" Tyler shouted, his camera pointed right at the open oven door just as Hans lost control of his functions. Exploding in a torrent of sticky seed, the hog's fat shaft spattered thick gobs of pent-up seed all over his belly and groin, the first shot managing to strike the top of the oven with a simmering hiss. "You fucked him till he came!" the bulldog laughed, his words cut off as Dusty slammed the oven door shut with a triumphant huff.

"N- Nobody..." panted Dusty, still a little winded from the rough fuck and awkward position, "Can say... I'm not... a stud..." he snorted, his paw throwing the latch on the oven door, before wiping off the oily sheen on his chest. "Okay, Ty... Huff... Delete that shit and get the hell out of here," the jock demanded, his sex-addled mind clearly imagining a heroic rescue and a cold shower with his lover.

Hans writhed on the seething hot roasting pan as his senses transitioned from one extreme to the next, his overwhelming orgasm suddenly supplanted by the roaring heat that surrounded him once again. Lost in his daze, the pudgy porker tried to make sense of what was going on, why he was so sticky, and how he ended up back in the oven's hot embrace. The muffled sounds of laughter and shouting from outside the oven seemed distorted as the seething oven warped his cognitive functions. He had barely enough mental capacity to recognize some words, like 'already posted it to FluffBook' and 'everyone saw you fuck a pig, dude.' Mercifully, Hans's exhausted brain couldn't make any sense of those words, if only because he would have died of embarrassment.

As the shapeless forms of Dusty, Tyler and Brett began to wrestle just outside the oven door, the roasting pig was forced to close his eyes tight, the scorching hot air searing his lungs. There was nowhere to hide from the overwhelming heat. With less and less control over his faculties, Hans twisted in his bonds, jerking in whatever direction felt the least painful, until his concept of pain had all but ceased. As the darkness of his closed eyes faded into the compassionate embrace of unconsciousness, the pudgy hog managed one final breath through his snout, his muzzle curling as a distantly comforting scent hit his nose.

He would never know that the splotch of cum he left on the oven ceiling had dripped down into the pan, intermixing with the puddle of Dusty's seed that leaked out his clenching ass. The last thing Hans would ever sense was their sizzling hot love melding together between his thighs. At least it would make a great pan gravy.