Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2024 16:45:55 +0000 From: Stewart Clark Subject: Jason Meets Storm All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is entirely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between adult males and a teenage boy. Read no further if you are under the age of 18 or offended by such material. Please consider donating to Nifty at https://donate.nifty.org Gay - Bestiality / Adult-youth: oral, anal, M+/t - - - - - Jason Meets Storm I knew Paul was up to something. He had that look on his face - the look that signaled we were about to do something new. We did new things a lot. Neither of us liked being bored - we both worked hard to make sure that didn't happen. "I want you to get ready to go out, Jason," he said. "I want you to be prepared for anything." I grinned. The word "anything" usually meant things were going to get weird. I went into the bathroom and got ready. I knew exactly what he wanted and made sure I was clean inside and out. When I came back into the bedroom, clothes were laid out and waiting for me. There was a short pair of black leather shorts, a white t-shirt and black trainers. This was pretty standard stuff when Paul chose my clothes. I wanted to ask where we were going and what we were going to do. I have never been good at waiting around for surprises. Unfortunately, Paul was never going to answer my questions. We got in Paul's car and drove north. Occasionally, he would have me spread my thighs, so that he could squeeze my growing bulge. We drove for about an hour, laughing and joking about nothing in particular as we went. Finally, when I was ready to beg to know what he had planned, he pulled into the drive of a large farmhouse. It looked neat and tidy, and nothing out of the ordinary. He parked up and came around to my door, opened it and told me to get out. We walked to the front door and he knocked. The man who opened the door was one of the scariest looking men I'd ever seen. He was big and burly and looked like a leather Dom. I was in awe. The two men spoke to one another and ignored me. "Is this the bitch, Paul?" he asked. "Yes. This is Jason, my teenage bitch," replied Paul. I was loving every minute of this meeting. As we went into the house, Paul squeezed my arse and said, "Do as Frank tells you. This is what I want." The inside of the house was just as neat and tidy as the outside. I couldn't imagine how Paul knew a man like this. He wasn't Paul's usual friend, but then I noticed the computer on the desk in the corner and smiled. "What are you smiling at, bitch?" asked Frank, as he slapped my arse. I shook my head as he grabbed my head with one hand and slapped my face with the other. "Open up, bitch," he said, "and get ready to suck my cock." When I saw his cock, it was uncut and clean, and not too big or small. And as I took it into my mouth, I looked over to Paul and saw him stroking his bulge. Suddenly, Frank pulled his cock out of my mouth and walked over to an interior door. He opened it and said, "Come, Storm." "Storm?" I queried. My stomach clenched as the biggest dog I'd ever seen walked into the room. The dog was huge! He was some kind of mastiff, big and bulky just like his presumed owner. He also drooled a lot, which, thankfully, I hadn't noticed his owner do. I shot a frantic glance at Paul but I'd only said, "Um," before Frank grabbed me by the back of the neck and flung me over a leather ottoman. He held me down by the neck as his other hand removed my shorts and spread my legs apart, and said, "Storm, eat!" "Oh, God!" I thought. "We had never talked about this kind of sex." Then, I felt something like I'd never felt before. It was the wettest thing I'd ever felt going into my 18-year-old arsehole. I was looking over at Paul, and feeling Frank's hand pressing my head down onto the leather ottoman, and feeling an incomparable pleasure all at the same time. Paul, with a stunned expression on his face, slowly walked over to where I lay before the beast. The dog's tongue never stopped, and kept delving in deeper and deeper. I started to climax, with my eyes locked on Paul. I heard the dog as his tongue devoured me. I could never imagine how noisy this would be. Frank's hand moved from my neck. He knew I wasn't going anywhere. I was just starting to recover from the sensory overload when I heard Frank say, "Storm, fuck" and felt the weight of the dog land on my back. Frank's hand moved between my thighs as he guided Storm's cock into my hole, and then he stepped back and let the dog do as he had been trained. Storm's fuck was hard, fast and rough. The dog pounded me into the ottoman as Frank and Paul looked on. I heard their comments occasionally but all I could really do was feel the fuck. I felt Storm's cock inside me, getting bigger and bigger, and felt his drool dropping onto my neck and back, and I felt myself climax over and over again. When Storm stopped pounding me, he stood behind me, panting, as his huge cock pulsed inside me. I guess I was panting as well. The men walked round to my face and Frank pulled my head up by the hair and slid his cock into my mouth. As I lay there, impaled on Storm's cock, they took turns fucking my mouth. The three of them took turns for the rest of the night. It was good that I had prepared for anything. By the time Paul walked me to the car, for the ride home, I was covered in drool, spunk and scratches. "So," I asked as we sped towards town, "when do we visit Frank and Storm again?" "Any time at all," replied Paul. "Just give me the nod and I'll arrange another session with Frank and his friends." "Friends?" I queried. "Yes," said Paul. "Frank's club has about a dozen members, and they all own dogs like Storm." ~ ~ ~ The following week, my arsehole was up in the air and wide open. Frank and Paul helped Tango mount me; and once in position, the dog gripped my naked body with his powerful forelegs. He then tried to fuck me. His slimy cock-head traced around my arse-cheeks, trying to find my hole. The harder he tried, the tighter his legs pressed against my sides. I was crying out loud when Derek jammed a ball-gag into my mouth and held it there. I suddenly froze when Frank guided Tango's cock into my hole. The feeling made me dizzy - I had never experienced such an intense sensation, apart from Storm's invasion the week before. Tango fucked me hard, slamming that hunk of meat into my inner sanctum. The cock moved around inside me, pushing me down on the leather ottoman. The dog's low, guttural growls kept reminding me of how powerful he was, as he lanced me in the arse. In my sexual delirium, I kept wanting more and more canine cock. My addiction to kinky sex had clearly found another avenue to explore. "That's it, boy," said Frank. "Fuck him hard. Make him scream." It was then that the dog's knot slipped inside me, past my sphincter. It must have grown as Tango neared a climax. The pain was intense. I tried to accommodate the growing knot, but that proved impossible to do. Tango's thrusts became shorter and faster; and as the dog whimpered, I shot a huge load of spunk onto the floor. The Rottweiler suddenly released his seed into my battered hole. I felt the burning jets of spunk hit me over and over for almost a minute. Tango's whimpering became high-pitched as he continued to assault my arsehole. We stayed locked together for quite a while. And as we did so, Derek cooed soothing words into the dog's ear, trying to calm him down. Eventually, Tango's cock plopped out of my arsehole. Huge dollops of canine spunk spilled out of my gaping hole as the dog lumbered off, across the room, to clean himself up. "You seemed to like that, bitch," said Derek. "Am I right?" I didn't answer him. I was still dizzy with excitement. The man then pressed his rock-hard cock against my arsehole, before reaching down to guide it into my inflamed hole. He fucked me like a man possessed. I groaned with satisfaction as he added his seed to Tango's load. I continued to groan as I shot my second load onto the floor. When Derek was finished with me, Frank and Paul took me off to the bathroom. I ached all over, and wasn't sure how I should react to the surprise gang-bang and canine poke. Being used and abused was now one of my kinks, but being fucked by dogs! When I was escorted back to the living-room, it was clear that I was to be fucked by another dog. Boomer, another Rottweiler, was led over by John, his owner. "C'mon, Jason," said John. "Bend over that ottoman and get ready to receive another canine cock."