The thoughts filled the little Rottweiler mutt Sacha’s mind as the fat, uncut cock of the pig behind him
burrowed into his adolescent rear, big, wrinkled old hands gripping his waist like he was a fleshlight, but
being slow, deliberate, thoughtful as inch after inch was fed into the cub’s far too tight anus. Sacha,
meanwhile, couldn’t keep himself from panting, his own hands grasping at his old, obese pig of a history
teacher, someone he trusted so dearly until now, who had been a close friend since before the pup had
started high school.
Sacha remembered it vividly, when his Doberman boyfriend, right at the cusp of graduating, told him
that he wouldn’t get his scholarship if he didn’t ace his history finals, and being the rock stupid
quarterback he was, there was no way he was going to pull that off. And so, Sacha offered Hawthorne,
the massive pig stealing his virginity, to do whatever the pig wanted to try and help his boyfriend out.
That conversation happened only minutes prior, and after a sloppy kiss and a passionate rimming from
the porcine teacher, the pup was getting deflowered. Given the sheer size difference, the feel of
Hawthorne’s cock was like a dull pike getting stabbed into his backside, at least…at first.
The pig gave him plenty of lubrication, with the hour long rimming session, dispensing nearly half a
bottle of lube on his massive, uncut cock and giving Sacha’s hole a lubed fingering, it could have
definitely felt worse…but Sacha still couldn’t fathom how this came to be.
Hawthorne had been nothing but supportive of Sacha, giving him a place to stay when his belligerent,
neglectful father locked him out of their house, or was too violent to stay with. He was the dungeon
master for their Gulags and Gremlins games, and had been integral to getting the pup to his status as
the projected valedictorian of his school.
But now here he was, whispering sweet nothings in Sacha’s ears, pinching his sensitive nipples, grinding against spots the pup didn’t even know he had, making comments about how Sacha’s boyfriend didn’t deserve a little prodigy like him, how he couldn’t possibly protect him, or pleasure him in the same capacity that Hawthorne could.
It scared Sacha, not because of his molestation, not because of the initial pain, but because he was
slowly starting to enjoy the attention. All his boyfriend ever did was give him cute little pecks of kisses
while hidden from sight, under bleachers and in bathroom stalls. All this to save his “image”, and while
the Doberman kept talking about how excited he was to graduate soon, he made no mention of what
college he was going to, or if it was still in state.
As for Hawthorne, in just a short amount of time, he had tenderly rocked the pup’s world, giving him a
make out session that left him breathless and heated, diving his tongue into Sacha’s sensitive pucker
and massaging his supple ass cheeks as he did so, and as the tip of that uncut obelisk of masculinity
ground into Sacha’s little love button of a prostate, the Rottweiler mutt couldn’t keep himself from
moaning, eyes going cross-eyed from the surge of sensations running through him.
And finally, when that massive hog came, flooding Sacha’s guts with his warm, thick seed, for what felt
like an hour, and for a few moments that horrified him afterward, Sacha pondered if he even wanted to
stay with his boyfriend…"
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