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Zach moaned and bit the pillow. His brother Eric had been coming into his room to fuck him at night for the past two weeks, ever since the first time Zach sucked him off. This time it had been a few days and Eric seemed particularly pent up. The little dalmatian moaned into the soft cotton as his brother's knot started to stretch him wider.

"Yeah you like it, little bitch." Eric sneered, pushing his brother's face down against the bed with his paw. Zach gasped and clenched his rear around his brother. He did like it. He was being taken advantage of, but in a good way. Every time his brother pushed in all the guilt melted away and he felt like he was exactly where he needed to be.

"Yes brother!" Zach moaned loudly, and gasped, feeling his brother's knot pop inside and hilt his ass. Eric moaned too as he sprayed his load into the younger cub.

Suddenly there was a loud banging on the door, as their father knocked the hollow wood with his heavy fist. "Be quiet when you're fuckin' your brother, Eric! I'm tryin' to fuckin' sleep!" he yelled from the hall.

Eric grunted and tried to pull back his knot, still stuck inside his brother. "Sorry dad." he grumbled. "Damnit Zach, get your tight ass off my cock." he said down to his little brother.

Zach was still panting, feeling his brother's throbbing length inside him. He tried to relax his ass and let Eric's cock out, but it took a little bit for his knot to go down. "Sorry Eric, you know that happens when you knot me!" he whined. "It also makes me really sore." he said, rubbing his abused rump.

"You should be sore, you're my little cumslut, aren't you bitch?" Eric grinned, reaching down and rubbing his brother's chin.

"Y.. yes brother." he tucked his ears back and answered bashfully. He would do anything to be called a cumslut, that word just turned him on so much.

"Good, now clean yourself up." Eric slapped his cheek. "Dad's poker game is tomorrow, so might want to stretch out a little bit." he teased.

His brother always made fun of him for that night when his dad and his poker buddies took turns fucking him around the table. His dad actually hadn't tried to fuck him again ever since that night. Perhaps he felt guilty about it, or perhaps he only did it to prove a point to his friends. There was one time a few days ago where he walked in on his dad masturbating, and he made Zach take the load in his muzzle, but that was the only other sexual experience they had together. His dad just said it was 'so I don't have to clean up' anyway.

Zach took a deep breath and sighed as he watched his brother walk out of the room, cleaning off his cock with a t-shirt. Zach reached down and touched his tailhole, feeling the cum drip from around his rim and gave a quick shiver of pleasure. He penetrated himself with his fingers, remembering what it felt like to be passed around the table and have his ass violated by each man there.

His brother was pretty big and could cum a lot, but nothing compared to being filled over and over by four big strong men and their thick, throbbing cocks. Zach fingered himself faster, rubbing his cubby cock with his other paw, thinking about how his father stripped him down, bent him over, and pushed inside his tight rear end like a breeding bitch. Zach moaned and gasped, spraying his load over his belly, taking a deep breath and smiling. He fell asleep almost immediately, cum dripping off his fur.

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Zach peeked through the railing as his father's friends arrived. He was wearing his loose pajama bottoms and nothing else. The pajamas had old elastic in the waistband, so they sagged down his spotted rump just a bit, showing it off. More than once his brother had pulled them down and fucked him right in the living room because he was wearing them. He said Zach deserved it for dressing like such a slut.

Fortunately right now Eric had gone to spend the night at a friend's place, so it was just Zach alone with his father and his father's poker buddies. It was the same 3 friends as before, the lean jack russell terrier, the donkey with the green banker's visor, and the stout big-bellied bulldog with the wet hanging jowls.

The game started out like it usually did, lots of smoking cigars and drinking cheap beer. They riffed on each other and swore whenever they'd lose a hand. Zach watched quietly from the railing up above, touching himself underneath his pajamas. The bulldog took off his jacket, wearing a stained white tank top underneath. There were small holes around the chest where ashes had fallen from his cigar and burned through the cotton. Zach started stroking himself a bit faster, remembering how big and thick the bulldog's dick was. Suddenly a clamor seemed to rise and he looked down.

"Bullshit you fucker, you're bluffing. There's nothing on the goddamn river and you ain't lucky enough for a high pair!" Zach's dad yelled at the bulldog.

"Wanna test that, Manny? We all know you's is shit at readin' bluffs." the bulldog slobbered, licking his nose with his wide, wet tongue. His deep voice had remnants of a cockney accent.

"Only 'cause your face looks like a geezer's ass, you slobber so damn much no one can read your tells." Manny slammed his cards down on the table. "Pair of 9's, Ace high!" he said with a proud smirk.

"You really is shit, Manny. Pocket kings." the bulldog replied, laughing deeply as he threw his cards down on the table, his jowls bouncing.

"Awwww fuuuck!" the older dalmatian slammed his face down on the table and tugged at his ears. "Common Henry, I really need this cash for cigarettes, ain't there somethin' else you want?" he looked up, giving a hiccup as he crushed a near empty beer-can in his paw. Just then a thick whiff of cigar smoke drifted up and caught Zach's nose, making the dalmatian pup sneeze. The four older furs all turned to look up at him.

"Well there is one thing ah' can think of." the bulldog grinned, his jowels lifting as he pushed his chair back from the table.

"Really man, fuckin' a kid once ain't enough for you?" the jack russell terrier spoke up.

"Ehy you ain't one to judge, you fucked 'im too, kiddie fucker! Remember 'ow tight n' warm his li'l hole was, like the tightest li'l cunt you ever seen. And he ain't afraid to take a big cock neither!" the bulldog pointed down at his crotch and then looked back at at the dalmatian pup. "Hey pup, why don'chu common down 'ere and sit on Uncle Henry's lap." he grinned.

Manny looked tremendously guilty as he watched his son come down the stairs. He groaned, putting his paw on his face and then looking back at the bulldog. "He's already enough of a little bitch, man. You really gotta do this?" Manny asked. Zach's ears folded back when he heard his dad call him a bitch. He was a bitch, he liked being a bitch, but it still hurt when his dad said it like that.

"Not 'ere mate, I wanna take 'im home for the weekend, 'ave myself a little pup to service ma' every need." Henry grinned mockingly, reaching his paw out to pull Zach into his lap when the pup reached the bottom of the stairs. Henry's big, rough paw immediately cupped Zach's boyhood, giving it a squeeze. The dalmatian pup yipped bashfully as he felt the bulldog's bulge on the back of his pajamas.

"Aw geeze, really man?" Manny groaned, a look of disgusted guilt on his face as he looked back at his son. "Fuck, fine, just as long as I don't have to see it." he stood up from the table and turned his back, starting to walk up the stairs. "I'm calling it a night guys, finish your beers and head home." he said as he trudged up the stairs, not looking back once.

Zach's jaw dropped. Had his dad really just loaned him out for sex? Because of a poker bet? He squirmed nervously in the bulldog's lap as the older fur continued to molest his sheath.

"Alright boys, that's it." the donkey said, reaching out to collect all the playing cards. The terrier began picking up the chips while the bulldog jumped down off the chair. Zach landed next to him, rubbing his arms and looking up at Henry's big slobbering jowls.

"See ya next week boys, next time bring more cash I can take from ya, har har." the bulldog laughed, grabbing his heavy brown leather coat from the back of the chair. "Here runt, put this on, it's a cold night." he fished his keys out of the pocket and then handed the jacket to Zach. It was way too big for him. The leather nearly dragged on the floor when he walked, and his arms weren't long enough to fit through the whole sleeve.

Henry opened up the front door and a cold wind blew in and hit Zach in his bare chest, causing him to shiver and pull the coat closed. The bulldog was just wearing his dirty tank top, but didn't seem to react to the cold at all His muscular arms and fur were too thick. "Come on pup, let's go. You n' me r' gonna 'ave a lot of fun."

Zach looked cautiously over his shoulder, then slowly stepped out into the cold night air. He clutched the jacket tightly around himself and jumped a bit when he heard the door shut tightly behind him. Henry walked down the path to a big black town car parked in the driveway. It looked like it was at least a decade old, and once might have been the height of luxury. Today it was just a rusty, outdated, land yacht with salt on the windows and frozen mud in the wheel wells. Zach followed the bulldog to the car, whimpering a bit at the cold.

"Don't worry runt, my place is nice n' warm, we'll be there soon." the bulldog reassured, reaching over to unlock the passenger side door for the pup. Zach walked around and hopped in, shivering as he stepped out of the cold wind. "You know I been waitin' fer this ever since yer daddy passed you 'round the table the other week. You got a nice ass, pup." the bulldog grinned, leaning in and putting his heavy paw on Zach's thigh. Zach looked back up at him bashfully, aware of the obvious tent he had in his pajama bottoms. "Rrrr, just wait till we get there." he said to himself, leaning back up and starting the car.

The heavy old engine rumbled to life and Henry backed down the driveway. His car bounced off the curb with a thud and the corner of his bumper crashed into some garbage cans on the roadside. "Fuckin', cunt, rubbish," he swore under his breath as he shifted into drive and started down the road. The bulldog swerved a bit as he drove, making Zach nervous. He hadn't considered that they'd all been drinking. Fortunately it was late and the roads were bare.

Eventually Henry pulled into the parking lot of a small multi-building apartment complex. He walked around and got Zach out of the car, looking around carefully first to see if anyone was watching. When he was sure the coast was clear, he took Zach by the paw and led him inside the complex, up two flights of cold concrete stairs, and then fumbled with his keys a moment before getting the door open. It was a very small apartment with a kitchen off the living room and a bedroom door in the back. It was sparsely furnished; only an old leather couch with a coffee table and a big tv. The kitchen was a mess and there were piles of dirty clothes and porn magazines scattered about.

Once inside, Henry took a big sigh of relief, turning around to face Zach who was rubbing his arms and recovering from the cold. "Alright pup, a few rules while you're 'ere. First, you're my cumslut, got it?" he pointed at the pup. Zach's ears perked, still looking around shyly but quick to nod affirmatively when the bulldog called him by his favorite word.

"Second, cumsluts don't wear clothes." the bulldog said, reaching for the jacket and pulling it off Zach's back, hanging it up as he looked down at the puppy in his loose pajama pants. Shyly, Zach dropped them down and looked up at Henry. The bulldog reached down and picked them up, putting them high up on top of his fridge where Zach couldn't reach. "You get those back when I say so." he ordered gruffly. Zach took a deep breath and stood looking up at his new master, his cock sticking stiffly out.

"And third, every time I get off, it's going to be in you, or on you, and it's your job to make me get off, got it?" He ordered, turning back to Zach as a gobbet of drool slung off his muzzle. "Now get over here and do your fuckin' job." he said, walking over to his couch, sitting down, and dropping his pants and briefs to the floor.

Zach padded over, getting down on the floor and licking at the base of the bulldog's warm, musky sheath. His fur was thick and coarse, and the odor of musk was very strong. Zach burried his muzzle in the canine's huge balls, sniffing and lapping them with his eager tongue. Henry reached down and rubbed behind his ears, moaning as the pup worshiped his sack. The bulldog quickly grew to full attention.

Zach inhaled deeply, moaning in pleasure as he licked all over Henry's hairy groin. He ran his tongue up the underside of his shaft and wrapped his lips around the tip, sucking as he tasted the first drops of pre-cum. He rolled the dog's heavy balls in his paws, gasping as the bulldog bucked up against his muzzle.

He tried to take the dog's whole head in his muzzle, but he just couldn't open wide enough. Henry's cock was too thick for him to swallow, so he had to make do the best he could by licking him all over. The bulldog must have been waiting for this for a while, because when he came, he came hard. Arching spurting ribbons of seed shot into the air and fell back onto Zach's face. They were heavy and thick, ripe with the masculine smell Zach craved so badly. The dalmatian pup whimpered and moaned, making sure all the cum splashed against his face and chest, drinking as much as he could.

After four huge spurts, Henry still wasn't done, and he grabbed Zach's head and forced his muzzle down onto his cock. Zach still couldn't fit it all in, but he managed to wrap his muzzle around the dog's thick head, moaning and swallowing as quickly as he could. Henry came inside his muzzle again and again, the bulldog's flow seemed unending. With balls so huge it was no surprise his loads were big, but this was incredible.

Zach had swallowed four more shots of cum before Henry finally let his muzzle off. The pup's mouth was sticky and full of the dog's spunk as he licked his lips. This dog could cum enough for half a dozen guys, and Zach had to have more. He returned his attention immediately to Henry's shaft, licking up the length and tasting as much of his cum as he possibly could. Between licks he would run his paw along the dog's shaft and scoop up remnants of his seed, reaching back to slick his tailhole with it.

Henry leaned back and moaned as Zach worked him over, having just shot nearly half a gallon of seed into the slutty pup's muzz. He could barely take anymore, but when Zach got down on all fours and raised his tail in front of the bulldog, that was an invitation Henry couldn't turn down. The bulldog came up behind him, pushing two fingers into the cub and feeling how tight he was.

Zach moaned loudly, knowing he probably hadn't stretched enough to take Henry's massive dick, but that wasn't going to stop him from trying. The bulldog thrust forward, his cock sliding against Zach's cheeks in the creamy cum. Zach could feel his dick throbbing as the bulldog tried again to push inside his tailhole. Finally Zach dropped down and reached back with both arms, pulling his cheeks apart and giving Henry a perfect place to aim.

When the bulldog first thrust inside him Zach cried out loudly. Henry quickly muzzled him with his rough paw. "Shutup slut, you want to wake the whole block?" he barked, pushing his cock in deeper. Zach whimpered and shuddered. Henry had stretched him so wide it really hurt, but he just kept thinking of the pleasure that was to come, and what a good little cumslut he was being for his daddy's friend.

Henry pulled back and slammed in again. It still hurt, but not as much as before, and the cum covering his ass was starting to work as a decent lubricant. The bulldog grunted, Zach was so tight he was having a hard time penetrating the cub, but still he persisted. He got faster and hammered his thick cock just as deep every time. His paw was still clamped tight over Zach's muzzle, who moaned loudly into the fur.

He thrust his hips back and forward like pistons, determined to hammer this slutty puppy with everything he had. The bulldog's heavy balls slapped against Zach's spotted rump with each thrust and the puppy could feel every vein and throb of his massive cock. When he felt the bulldog cum it was just as big as before. Spurts of warm seed blasted into his rear and gushed out of his tailhole. The bulldog grunted and pounded with everything he had, barring his teeth and holding Zach by both hips. He hammered the boy with all his might, jowls slapping against his face as blast after blast entered the young cub.

Zach was collapsed on the ground, eyes closed and tongue hanging out. It was all he ever wanted, to be like this forever, to be in this perfect state of used, abused, cum-filled bliss.

The bulldog was panting heavily as he pulled his cock back out, shaking it down and splashing remnants of his seed onto the dalmatian pup's back. "Best poker hand I ever fuckin' played." he said to himself, looking down as his slutty new fucktoy.

And a fucktoy he was. Zach got it in the ass twice more that night, then again in the morning when Henry had his nice refreshed morning wood. Henry wouldn't let him shower, so the pup smelled more and more like his musk each time he was came on. He made Zach suck him off in the kitchen when he made breakfast, and then he made Zach ride his cock on the couch when he was watching TV. If Henry wasn't making Zach take his cock, he was making him clean up his apartment. Which of course, Zach had to do in the nude. Although it was difficult to get all the cum stains off the carpet when he kept dripping everywhere he'd go.

When it was finally time for Henry to take him back home, he almost didn't want to leave. The bulldog had made him feel like such a perfect bitch, it was ecstasy for him. But still, he knew he had to go back. At least he had his brother to fuck him reliably even if his father didn't want to.

Henry still didn't let him shower before he drove back, and even made Zach give him road head on the way. He finished when the pulled into the driveway and the slutty dalmatian cub swallowed one more load of the bulldog's seed. When Henry knocked on the door, his father answered and looked down at Zach with a frown. Zach's fur was all matted with cum, a wet dribble leaking from the side of his muzzle and the bulldog was standing over him proudly. "Thanks fer lettin' me borrow your boy, Manny. We 'ad a helluva time." he laughed.

"Yeah, okay Henry. Get outta here." Manny said dismissively, taking his son by the paw and leading him inside. He closed the door on the bulldog and looked down at his son. "Jesus Christ, Zach. You smell like his cock." Zach folded his ears back and looked hurt, sad that his father wasn't happy with the good job he did. "We gotta fix that." he said, picking up his son and dropping him down on the kitchen table. He ripped the pup's pants down and then dropped his own. He immediately plunged his heavy, knotted cock into Zach's cum filled ass. "From now on, you're my cumslut."