Its afternoon and Mr. Puggins is driving to his friend Mr.Pugburg in his apartment. Mr. Puggins is in fact, a pug. He is fat, with his belly hanging lower than his beltline, if wore a belt. He’s wearing a pair of yellow stretch short pants, and a white tank top that can’t cover the bottom of his belly.
He parks his small blue car outside the building and goes up the elevator. He walks through the corridor to his friend’s door and knocks. An equally fat pug opens the door. Mr.Pugburg greets his friend with a hug and lets him in.
Mr. Pugburg is wearing blue shorts and a green puffy vest.
“I’m glad you could make it!” He said with his puggy voice.
“Your part of the city is safer, so I’m glad to visit.” Said Mr. Puggins as placed his gun next to his friend’s gun on the shelf next to the door. “And I brought some beer!” Puggins continued as pulled a six pack from behind his back.
“Awesome! Come to the living room, the game is about to start!” Said Pugburg as he gestures to his friend to follow him.
Mr.Pugburg’s apartment by appearance is what most people think of when they say shitty. The old lime paint on the wall is moldy and stained by who-knows-what, in some places the walls are cracked and even have craters, revealing some of the walls concrete and rebar. Most of the furniture have seen better days or are straight up impromptu. His kitchen table is duct-taped together, his blue couch has more stains and holes in it than it has untainted surface. His coffee table is just a large plastic fish basket.
They both take a seat on the dishonored couch, Pugburg turns presses a button the remote and they both crack a can. The tv comes to life displaying ads on the sports channel. They watch the broadcast with occasionally puggy laughs and wails of cheering, but mainly they talk about what happened to them since the last time they met. 
An hour went by, the sun is setting, and the first game of the night was about to end when there was knocking on the door.
“NCPD! Open up!” Barked a deep voice from the other side. 
The pugs get up from the couch and move to the door. Mr.Puggins stays a good 5 meters behind as Mr.Pugburg opens the door. 
An absolute unit of a Doberman enters the apartment. He is wearing sunglasses, a blue police uniform which is almost too tight to cover his large muscular body. On his chest there is a NCPD badge and a name tag that said “Officer Barks”. He also has his belt, with handcuffs, a gun some ammo and other equipment on it. Officer Barks was bred and trained to serve in the police, and also went under numeral voluntary strength and endurance enhancements, making the already brutish officer even more formidable.
“Hands where I can see ‘em!” he ordered, with his hand on his holstered weapon. The pugs are immediately intimidated and comply with visible fear. He closed the door behind him and reached for his sunglasses. His huge veiny bicep almost tore his short shirt sleeve open as grabbed it and placed it in his pocket. He is off duty, but they don’t have to know this.
Mr.Pugburg finally gathers the courage and tries to ask the officer the reason behind his visit, but after he stuttered the first word the officer kicked him in the gut, sending him flying straight across the apartment. He broke through the kitchen table and cratered into the far wall.
“You only talk when I give you permission to!” Barks barked.
Puggins is now shivering in fear as he stretches his arms towards the ceiling.
“You! Start stripping!”
With moment of hesitation, Mr.Puggins’ eyes widened and hesitantly took off his tank top and shorts. As he undresses Barks walks to the shelf and takes the two guns, holding one in each hand. Mr.Pugburg finally came to and watched with Mr.Puggins as the officer chuckled as showingly held the guns in his hands. His fingers began to crush the guns, the metal bent around each finger. Guns let out screeches coming from their parts grinding each other and bending. His hands are so powerful, the chambered rounds in the guns detonated exploding the guns one after the other. The little explosions didn’t harm nor even fazed the musclebound Doberman, but the scared pugs jumped from the sound of the discharge. They can now guess this won’t be a simple routine inspection, as they are left defenseless against anyone. With a finally chuckle he dropped the two pieces of scrap to ground.
Puggins stood before him in his stained white underwear. Barks growls at him.
“I said, STRIP! Or do you need some assistance?!” He snarled. He looked at Pugburg, pointed at him and said “You too!”
Mr.Pugburg painfully began to strip his clothes.
Puggins took off his final piece of clothing and revealed his member which appeared to be no longer than 8 centimeters. Barks chuckled at the pathetic sight and cuffed him. 
Mr.Pugburg painfully stood up naked, embarrassingly showing his micropenis. It was 4 cm’s long, with a girth of 2,5cm’s. The officer laughed loudly at the sight.
“With a toy like that you can’t be anything other than a virgin!” He laughed as he cuffed him as well.
He sat them against the wall and began to strip naked himself, and placed his uniform on the kitchen counter. His black and brown spotted fur is so short it practically could his skin, it doesn’t obscure his form anyway. Fibers of muscle are visible as his muscles flex with his movement. Veins are corded from his lower arm, over and up his biceps, shoulder and move to center over his pecs. More veins cover his calves, inner thigh and also from his 40cm cock veins move up his abs. His body is like if he was Mr. Olympia. 
He grins evilly down at Mr.Pugburg and moves towards him. His cock getting erect as he grabs his cuffs and lift him up with just one pinkie finger. His eyes meet the pugs, and he licks his teeth. He spots a rebar rod hanging on the ceiling. Barks walks over to it, not showing any sign of tiredness holding the fat pug with his finger. His muscles flex magnificently as he moves.
He grabs the rebar with his other hand and seemingly without effort he bends the rod into a hook. He hangs Pugburg on it by the cuff. The pug is roughly a meter over the ground and the Doberman is still at his eye level.
He placed in a way he could watch him and his friend. Barks moves his hand on the fatty’s body, over his belly and down, groping his micro toys and laughs. With a loud slap on his fat ass Pugburg swings back and forth. He starts sobbing. 
The Doberman punches him in the gut, his soft flesh waves from the impact. He yells from the pain.
Barks grabs his cheeks and snarls at him “I said shuttup until I tell you otherwise! Or I’ll make you silent!”
Pugburg just sobs on. 
Barks gave him a stern look and raises his finger at him.
He pipes down. He sniffles and heaves a little but is otherwise silent. Closes his eyes as he as he knows it’s far from over.
Puggins watched his best friend being beat up in terror. He cried as he knows after him, he’s next.
Barks begins boxing his belly, like he was a punching bag. His punches are from the hardest he could give, but its painful enough for his victim but not too much to kill him instantly.
Pugburg is scared if he yelps from a punch, he’ll get a worse punishment than he has to endure now, but still, he can’t stop himself from releasing HMPH!-s.
The off-duty officer’s punch land with rapid succession. His arms are moving so fast all Puggins could see was blur.
His last punch was stronger. It sent the pug flying off the rebar hook and into the wall again.
Barks thumps towards him, chuckling. The pug wheezed and coughed blood.
“Not bad, pup! You survived round one!” Barks congratulated as he lifted him by the throat. He laughed as the struggling pug stared at him, with tears in his eyes. He focused on his sharp pearly teeth, as his deep rumbling laughter shakes him.
“Hah! I have to admit, I just can’t get over your tiny shooter. School changing room’s must have been terrible to you.” Barks taunted as he groped and squeezed the pug’s genitalia. He pulls him closer as he stares in his eyes, trying to sense his pain as he forces him to relive his old memories. “They called you names every day, haven’t they? Like maybe dickless or clitboy?  What did they call you? Speak!”
The pug just whined.
“WHAT DID THEY CALL YOU?!” He asked again, while he pinched his two nuts between his fingers.
“AAAARGH! Microsoft! They called me Microsoft!” screamed the pug.
The Doberman dropped him and laughed hysterically. The apartment shook from as he slammed his hand into the wall to keep his balance.
“HAHAHA, MICRO-HOHOHO- SOFT! HAHAHAHA!”
The pug just cried as he watched the officer laugh at him, like his school mates did.
After minutes of loud laughter, Barks finally gathered his composure and probes him more.
“Heh! I’m guessing that they pulled your pants down in public as well, Huh? Hahah! Infront of everyone to see your clit! Haha!”
“Don’t worry. Hehe! We aren’t gonna reenact that! We are gonna keep this private.”
The pug just curled up into a ball to hide himself as he cried.

“Spread your legs! I wanna look at it!” He baked as he punched him in the side.
He rolled on his back, and hesitantly spreads his fat legs. He still covers his face with his cuffed hands and sobs.
“Hehehe! C’mon, I wanna see your face!” He chuckled. 
He punched him in the gut and yelled “Show your face!”
The pug let out an OOF! He quickly pulled his hand off his face revealing it. His eyes are red from crying and his face shines from the tears in the light.
“Heh! I actually wanna see that l’il thing go off. C’mon shoot!”
The Pug just stares at him, frozen in place.
The muscle cop grabbed him by the neck again and slammed him in the wall. Cracks appear on the wall from the impact.
“Or maybe I’ll do it myself!” He growled as he pushed his face into the pug’s.
He reached under his fat belly and with two fingers he began to stroke it. He pushed his lips against his and forced his tongue entry. Even the doberman’s tongue felt muscular, as he slapped the pug’s around his mouth then moved in deeper. His tongue almost went down his throat entirely. The pug chocked as he pulled out. He looked down just in time to see the pug unleash his load.
It was a short, small burst that just barely had enough power to impact on that solid set of abs.
Barks chuckled at the sight. He reached down with his free hand, brushed up the entire load of cum, collecting it all on his finger. He sniffed it and grinned. He pushed his finger into the pug’s mouth and forces him to lick it clean.
He then dropped Mr. Pugburg to the ground on his hands and feet. He looks up to see the magnificence of the 40cm long doberman drill. It emanated a musk of real power. Power that beats people shitless all day.
“See that welp?! That’s a cock! A cock that everyone wants to taste! Even YOU!” He exclaimed.
He grabbed the pathetic pug by the cheeks and squeezed his jaw open. He pushed his mighty cock all the way in. His dick reached further down than his tongue, as the pug’s throat visibly bulged from it.
The sight of this even made Mr. Puggins aroused, as he began to stroke his not that pathetic pecker.
The doberman started thrusting his throat, the bulge moving up and down on it. The smell of doberman’s musk is getting stronger as he actually starts to sweat from playing with the weaker dog. He occasionally stops and pulls his cock back just enough to make room for him to take a quick breath, so he wouldn’t die early in the fun. He does this with precise rhythm, hinting that he comes from a long learning curve of throat fucking.
He looked to the side to see Mr.Puggins playing with his handcuffed self. He laughs as he pounded Puggins’ friend. He turns in a way to let Pugburg see what his friend is doing.
“Look! Even your friend is enjoying this!” He said.
Barks grabbed him by the legs and dangled him upside down with cock holding him up from within his mouth. He walked with him over to his friend and continued the face-fucking. Pre drips down on Puggins. The smell of pure testosterone that was his musk, is intoxicating at this range.
Mr. Puggins came twice as he watched the two of them up close. 
Cum starts to spill from Pugburg’s throat. Barks howls as he releases into the fat pug and let him go, dropping him off his cock and onto his friend.
“I have to hand it to you, your throat feels great!” He exclaimed “That was round two!”
“P-p-please, no m-more!” Mr. Pugburg begged as he coughed up semen and sat up.
“No more?! Alright! Fine! You can end this!” Said Barks.
“Really?!” Asked the pug in a joyful surprise.
“Yeah! But you have to fight me and WIN!”
“F-fight?”
“Defeat me and it’s over! Now stand and raise your fist!”
With fear in his eyes, he stood up. He constantly rethinks if this is actually a good idea. It wasn’t. but who knows? He might pull off a David and kill goliath. But how could he pull it off?
“Come on and fight me! I’ll let you get like, 5 hits in before I strike back!” Said the doberman.
The pug shrieked as he charged the huge cop, flailing his arms as he runs. Showing his desperation, he kicks him in the balls. As his shin impacts the massive testicles a sound of a metallic THUNK! filled the room. Pugburg wails in pain as he hops on one foot and holds the other. 
Barks just chuckled. “Haha! You think in a world like this the first thing I armor wouldn’t be my balls?!”
Pugburg gathered himself and starts hammering on the doberman’s hard veiny abs. He pushes his fists as hard as he can, but his hits are nothing more than sense of kneading to the muscle cop. In a last-ditch effort, he reaches up and twists Barks’ nipples as painfully as he can. This only makes him burst out with laughter.
“HAHAHA! You are funny! HAHA! My turn now! Heh!” He said as he reaches down and grabs the pugs manboob and twists it. Pugburg immediately moved his hands onto the muscled forearm of the beast to get out of his hold.
The painful screams of his makes Mr. Puggins’ blood chill, like he is freezing. The sight of the how sadistically the officer smiles at his friend in pain makes tears of terror flow from his eyes.
“HAHAHAHAHA! You got a clit and a pair of tender tits! Admit it! You’re a GIRL!” He taunted.
Pugburg just screamed as he flailed, hit and pushed against the arm of steel.
“Admit it! You’re a girl!” Barks repeated.
“Yes! I’m a girl! I’m a girl! I’m a girl! I’m a giiiirl!” Mr.Pugburg screamed.
The doberman lets go of the pug’s mantits, only to punch him in the gut. He then grabs him by the back of his head and repeated beats his face into his abs, blood spills down around the curves of muscle. Apparently, the pug lost a couple of teeth on those rock-hard abs. Mr.Pugburg is dizzed from the hits. His head moves around like he struggles to keep his balance. He then throws him back into the wall next to his friend. He is seeing double as he gets on his hands and knees. The doberman kicks like a bull as he prepares to charge at him. As Pugburg climbs up, holding on to the wall infront of him with his back towards the doberman. Barks Charges at him.
“Jump aside!” yelled Puggins.
To the instruction of his friend he jumps, narrowly evading the super cop. Ran head first into the wall with such force, he broke through rebar enforced concrete and landed in bedroom. Dust filled the apartment. The pugs coughed from breathing in the concrete, as the dust settles. Barks shook his head as he got up.
“So that’s how it’s gonna be? Alright!” He exclaimed to the pugs horror.
With his hands on his hip as he walks back through the hole, widening it. The metal rods bend back, concrete crumbling at as his muscles push through like a horse cock in a mouse pussy. His leg carelessly kicks the lower section of the wall, cutting through an iron rod and sending debris flying across the room.
The pugs stare at him in terror that the hard impact didn’t hurt him. He stomps his way to Pugburg. Each loud step echoed in their heads. He grabs the pug by his soft forearm. Now he releases his extreme strength. The pug screams in pain as the doberman’s grasp is crunching the bones to dust. He pulls him off the ground by his flaccid arm and with just one hand he swings him to the ground repeatedly. From his stomach to his back, to his stomach again. Barks laughs as the pug screams as he is flopped allover the place. With his last swing he throws him at the wall. Pugburg lands on the wall with his back. For a second he sticks to the wall. He is almost sideways on the wall, his face is bloody and his broken forearm is bent back in an unnatural position. Gravity peels him off the wall leaving his imprint on it, including his bad arm.
Pugburg just sobs on the ground, as he lost all his strength to move.
“Aw, what’s the matter? The li’l bitch doesn’t like the pain? Hahahaha!” Barks laughed.
“C’mon! Let’s finish this infront of your li’l cuck friend!” He said as he grabs him by the neck and moves him over to Mr. Puggins.
“Stand!” He barked at Puggins. Fearing the beast, Mr.Puggins quickly stands up.
Barks is already laughing at what he’s going to do. He moves the barely conscious Pugburg into Puggins’ face. He pushes the bloody face of his friend into him and says:
“Kissy Kissy! HAHAHAHA!”
Puggins is discomforted by his hurting being pushed in his face and just whines.
“C’mon! Kiss! KISS!” Ordered Barks as he  grabbed Puggins at the back of his head and pushes the two of them together. 
Puggins moved his tongue into his friend’s mouth, making the doberman laugh hysterically. 
He pulls them apart and stands next to Puggins, so he could marvel at his sheer strength that’s about to destroy his best friend.
He lifts Mr.Pugburg’s good arm to his ear and crushes it. The pug wails in pain again as he opens and closes his hand, moving it from his wrist to his shoulder, crunching down on everything in has arm that seems to be intact. Puggins’ ears fill with the sound of bones pulverizing and muscle and flesh slushing into mush. His powerful hands squeeze the soft puffy noodle down to the thickness of a charger cable. 
Pugburg now looks ridiculous with his weird, crushed arms.
With an evil grin, Barks grabs the wailing pug by his hips and with a blink of an eye he shoves his 40cm shaft up his fat ass. 
He thrusts using his entire lower body. His muscles move and flex hypnotically as they move his cock in and out of that tender ass. Pugburg wails at the top of his lungs as the cock rearranges his insides. Barks is emitting a deep growl as the pug arouses him more with his screams of pain and panic. Puggins plays with himself again as he watches sweat roll down the muscled body of the beast. The addicting smell of his testosterone fills his lungs. His sweat making his form glisten and highlighting every rock-hard curve and vein on his body. His eyes are just sucking in the marvelous sight of the muscle doberman. He looks at his shoulder and moves down following his thick bicep and triceps, down his well carved forearm right down to his fingers sunken into his friend’s fat hip. His musky sweat completely covering his entire body. His growls rumble down to Puggins’ core giving him a sense of his power. With all this its no wonder that he cant stop himself from masturbating at the sight of the beast, He feels that he as to worship the muscles that are using his friend as a toy.
Barks is slowly giving into his lust. He puts more and more power into his thrusts, which make his musky cock start ripping the pug’s intestines to pieces. His hands are beginning to crush his pelvis. As he gets closer, he opens his jaw and bites down on the pug’s shoulder. Blood begins to pour from his flesh as the sharp teeth pierce through the skin. His jaws are closing tighter, breaking through all the bones and cutting through all the flesh in the way.
As his cum begins to fill the pug like a pork, his hands pulverize his pelvis and hip rips out the piece of his shoulder he was biting on, leaving a massive hole in its place.
He swallows the meat and throws the dying blood cumbag onto the couch.
He turns his head to see Mr.Puggins with his dick in his hand and a little puddle of his own cum under him.
Barks bursts out laughing. He removes the handcuffs off of him, puts his arm on his shoulder and pulls him close.
“I’m starting to like you, cuck!” Barks exclaimed.
The two walk to the couch. Barks lands his muscled ass on the bloody and cummy remains of Mr.Pugburg, squishing it. Mr.Puggins sits next to him and starts worshipping and licking the sweaty and musky body of the super cop. He moves his muzzle in the doberman’s armpits to get whiff of that sweet, intoxicating man-smell.
Barks grabs a bear from the opened six pack, bites the top of the can off with his powerful jaw and drinks the bear in one go. Grabs the remote and changes the channel to a violent action movie.
“Don’t worry, cuck. The night is still young. Were just having a movie break and then we’ll have some fun!” Said Barks chillingly.
Mr. Puggins is already showing the signs of scarousal at the of what he will do to him.