your fave shelter mutt

My younger brother and I used to wrestle a lot as teens. Hot and overflowing with testosterone, we’d lay each other out on the basement floor, getting carpet burn and bruised as we tossed one another around. Just another way to blow off steam, I supposed. I’d also say he got more joy out of it than I did, which was funny, because I always won.

As adults, I seemed to find myself in a very similar position. One night, my brother came over to visit when my wife had left, and we’d caught up over a couple of beers and some shitty sports channel. It didn't take long for him to start provoking me into fighting him, like he needed to prove something. Eh...maybe I was a little too drunk because I tried to deny him- really, I did- but then he laughed with a wicked grin, saying, “C’mon, man. We’re old now. Betcha can’t take me down.”

Well, I took him down in a heartbeat, right there in the living room between the couch and the TV, and it felt like we were teenagers all over again. He laughed, and we rolled, and at some point, I landed on top with my ass in his lap, my hands clutched into his shirt. "Fucker. You're getting slow." The shit-eating grin on his face only pissed me off more, so I punched him without thinking. He started bleeding like a stuck pig almost immediately, a low groan gurgling up his throat as he swallowed back blood, still smiling through red teeth. What an idiot. My wife was going to be home soon, and here we were, drunk and wrestling like kids.

I hobbled to my feet a second later and shoved him away, feeling annoyed with his antics. He just stayed on the floor by my boots, crumpled on his side and smiling through the blood that trickled down his purpling face. I looked at him with furrowed brows, desperately confused at what he could possibly still be smiling about-

Until he bent back his head to swallow more blood, and I saw his tented jeans, the outline of his swollen cock clear as day. He began pawing at my thighs then, whimpering for another hit, begging for me to finish what I'd started. What he'd started. Ugh. Of course he was a freak like that...because I was, too.

where they indeed don't. they're so mean and rough, but whispering sweet things into your ear as they have to force the rest of their cock into your hole, making you cry out.

''i wouldn't expect such a stupid mutt like you to understand it anyways.''

''remember who you're talking to.''

''what was that, baby?''

''eyes on me.''

''are you gonna listen or do i have to make you?''

''don't make me tell you again, puppy.''

''use your words.''

because daddy is using your puppy parts.

you can feel him deep inside you, dragging against that spot that makes your toes curl even though you can barely move. your body is still heavy with sleep, your mind all fuzzy and soft, like cotton wool stuffed behind your eyes.

you whine, sad that you got woken up-

but so, so happy that daddy is using you.

so you whimper and push your hips back, just a little.

and daddy shushes you again, running his hand through your messy hair, scratching behind your ear the way you love. ''shh… shh… you're okay. you're doing so good, puppy. just a little more.''

you try to say something. "Mm... d'ddy.." but it comes out muffled and garbled.

daddy chuckles. "such a sleepy puppy, mhm?"

you just make another soft sound, even too tired to push your hips back.

and then he asks, gentle, "do you need one of your special sleepy pills, puppy? or are you gonna be good for me?"

and you know what the sleepy pills do.

but you also know he's proud of you when you're good without them.

so you sniffle, push your face into the pillow and mumble, "…g-good…"

“i want you to try something for daddy, please, ive really wanted to do this with you, i think about it a lot, just get on your knees and open your mouth,”

son obliges confused, he thinks dad wants a blowjob, but-

dad takes his cock out, aims it at his son, pisses directly in his mouth, son brings his mouth closer and bats his pretty eyelashes at daddy,

he takes his cock out and strokes it as he looks at daddy, now covered in his piss, swallows what remains in his mouth like he hasn’t had a drink in weeks,

“i want you to do that again daddy,” he says desperately- daddy’s baby may be grown but he never grew out of that word, he’s never been dad, or father- “aim it at my face, please daddy, like I’m just some nasty cheap faggot”-

daddy aims right for his face, right in the center- pisses on his face, aims down his body, “you want to be daddy’s little faggot urinal?” aims at his cock that’s fucking his own hand- baby boy pumps his cock, now wet with daddy’s piss, leaning in to put daddy’s cock in his mouth,

daddy instructs him to get on his hands and knees and stick his ass up, pulls his pants and underwear off- he has something better than a blowjob, much, much better.

he spits on his baby’s pretty smooth hole, spits on his fingers, shoves them both inside- pretty boy rolls his eyes back; it hurts, it hurts but he knows daddy would never want to hurt him, not on purpose, he only ever wants to steer him in the right direction- he moans and cries out for daddy, who soothes him, rubs his back, “I know baby I know, but it will be worth it, I promise,”

daddy finger fucks his hole until it’s just opened up enough, asks his angel to spread it open so daddy can see it good, spits on it a few more times-

“now you can REALLY be daddy’s personal urinal,” he says, sticks the tip of his cock inside, which makes his baby yelp in a mix of pain and ecstasy, and pisses one last time, that’s all he has left, pisses inside his little boy’s ass, so tight and warm and hot,

he knows it hurts his boy, but he can’t help himself- he forcefully grabs his shoulders, slams himself further and further inside, empties the rest of his bladder out- stays put so his baby can feel his piss plugged inside of him, it feels so warm, so naughty,

“daddy,” he moans, squirming on his cock, “tell me how filthy and disgusting and trashy I am,”

with no self control left, daddy fucks his piss inside his poor baby’s swollen hole, grabs a fistfull of his hair so hard baby’s head rolls back,

“i can’t believe i have such a disgusting slut for a son, so fucking nasty and values himself so little he begs his own father to piss on him,” -he slaps him open handed on the cheek, “that’s all you were born for, to be daddy’s faggot, daddy’s little fuckhole, daddy’s fucking urinal,”

baby boy’s legs are weak, he’s completely spent, piss and snot all over his face- he cries out weekly and dribbles cum onto the floor, ready to pass out-

daddy fucks him harder, harder than he ever has in the past, grunting and choking him- cums deep inside, breeds his boy’s piss filled ass-

he rolls him over, orders him to get up, orders him to lick his cock clean, suck it all off- “I don’t care that it was inside your ass”- orders him to thank him,