Rottie enjoyed the silence of the dirt roads. No cars coming around. The sounds of leaves rusting through the scenery and breezing through his blue fur. The rottweiler pup couldn’t stop smiling as he enjoyed what could only be described as a perfect day. 


The mildly warm weather called for something thin and comfortable. Dark green basketball shorts with a matching tank top and simple sneakers to tie it together. He didn’t care about how he looked, just being comfortable as any cub his age would want to be.


No annoying school, good weather and the feeling of adventure as he walked about his own business. With a stick in hand, he brandished it like it was a sword, playfully swinging it around without a care. Suddenly, the pup felt a deep grumble in the pit of his stomach. 


        ‘Must be past noon by now.’ he thought to himself, rubbing his aching belly. He had a decent breakfast but exploring builds up a big appetite. Rottie couldn’t help but look around, hoping to find something to keep his tummy quiet until he gets home. After spying a few blueberry bushes, the mischievous pup’s eyes caught the sight of a barn further down the road. Barns meant chickens. Chickens meant food.


With a growing smile on his face, Rottie threw his stick to the side as he approached the unexpecting farm land. His canine sharp nose picked up the smell of feathers and fowls.


        ‘They won’t miss one. Or maybe three.’ Tasting that succulent meat so soon made his stomach ache more and more. He snuck around the farm, making sure no one was around. All he could smell was nothing but birds. Which meant he was in the clear. Following his trust nose, he found the chicken coop, along with all the clucking birds just waiting to be eaten. Maybe a few eggs as well. Or maybe a couple baskets worth…


Just as he approached the barn, he finally noticed the looming shadow creeping up behind him. Before he could get one paw step away, he was picked up by the scruff of his neck like when he was real little.


        “Now I say, I say now, you’re not thinking of plucking my chickens ar’ ya boy?” The big rooster holding Rottie gave him a knowing look. “No use lying to me now.”


        “N-no sir!”


        “If you want something to eat now, come do something for me and you’ll get a full belly alright!” 


The hulking rooster brought the young pup to his home, telling him to stay put and wait for him to come back. As he waited on the couch, Rottie didn’t know what was gonna happen. Was he gonna get thrown in jail? Was he gonna get in big trouble with his folks? What if his dad found out? The pup wouldn’t have long to wait as he heard the heavy footsteps of class on the hardwood floor.


From the corner of the opened door, the roster came back out, wearing what the innocent pup could call a leather jockstrap, showing off a heavy bulge that looked like it was moving. 


        “Now see here boy. You’re about as sharp as a pocket full of marbles if you think you can steal from me. If you want something, you’ll have to give something back, ya here me?” as he spoke, Foghorn approached the entranced Rottie, stopping in front of him with his hefty bulge mere inches away from his muzzle. Even concealed, the smell that came off his crotch was enough to make the pups eyes water.


        “Y-yes sir.” he mumbled back.


        “Atta boy. Now open wide. I’ma give you something to eat!” The big big watched the pups eyes go big as he slowly unzipped the pouch, revealing the mess of a cock hidden away.


It was far more intense than the rottweiler could have imagined. His fur stood on end as the pungent aroma of filth hit his nose harder than a skunk’s behind. He tried to pull way but he felt a forceful hand on the back of his head, pulling him right back into the range of the potent cock.


The fat slab of meat itself made the pup feel so small. It stood up above his head, nearing a foot in length and as thick as a cows tongue and nearly as pink. The cock listened with what Rottie could only guess was sweat. The film of filth felt sticky, as Foghorn pressed the pulsating shaft across the pups face, making him wanna retch from the sensation that it left behind on his muzzle. Forced to look at it, he could see bits of white and yellow substance on the fat cherry tip. Bits of feather, grime and other assorted mixes of flavors that made Rottie wanna gag.


        “Open up boy. There’s plenty to eat inside and out for ya!”


Before he could even attempt to object, Rottie felt his muzzle being forced open and his poor taste buds were forced to feel the thick cock slide into his mouth. Tears ran down his cheeks as he tasted the horribly bitter filthy cock. He tried to push away but the stronger and older male overpowered him easily. Suddenly, Foghorn pushed his hips forward, forcing Rottie backwards. Hopping onto the couch on his knees, the big roster had his face pinned to the wall.


        “I say now, I say, you can swallow some good cock. Hard to get a good throat fucking in when all the gals got beaks as sharp as they tongues!”


Rottie could barely focus on what he was saying. If it wasn’t the horrible taste of an unclean cock, it was his dissipating lack of air. Grabbing the sides of the abused pups face, the older male face fucked him like he was just another toy. His small throat folded around him in a nice tight grip, power washing his cock and giving the overgrown chicken what he’s needed. Heavy nuts slapped the boys chin again and again, that sound along with the wet gags of his violated throat was all little Rottie could take in. 


        “That’s it boy! Gonna! Ohhhhhh yeah!! Gonna need lots of this to grow big and strong!”


Rottie couldn’t see anything between the roster's fat gut and the tears in his eyes from the sharp taste of cock grunge in his mouth. The newly spit shined cock pulled away just enough as it began to throb. Rottie felt the first few splashes of the salty pungent slime first coat his tongue before the cock forced its way back down into Rottie’s little throat. He tried to spit out some of it but his attempts ended with gross wet gagging on his end and an over eager cock burying his tool as deep as he could, trying to suffocate him by staying deep in his throat, like he was trying to fuck the boys gullet. 


Just as he thought he was gonna black out, Rottie felt the pressure on his face disappear as Foghorn pulled his saliva soaked yet cleaned cock out of his mouth. A thick web of spit, cum and leftover filth connected his lips to the bobbing cock as it stared back at him. A single leftover drop of wasted spunk hitting the gouda as the bird laughed. 


        “Ya got a talent for draining my snake boy! Come back around if you want another meal!”