| \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tAri3275\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t
How had things gotten this way? It was a question the black feline constantly asked himself each time he was put in this position, hands and knees on the floor, tail hiked up, his pucker spread wide by the Tibetan Mastiff’s massive cock, the thing that practically ruined ever feeling anything from a normal fur due to its girth and length. Each thrust would pound past the feline’s prostate with ease, the massive canine having done this to his “owner” since he adopted him around the tender age of fourteen.
How had he manage to survive this kind of abuse, face shoved into a doggy bowl full of the Mastiff’s shit for breakfast, lunch and dinner. The taste always lingered on his tongue, and it was always a welcome reprieve when the feral would force the kitten to suck it’s cock, or drink down it’s piss right from the tap. Eldritch was a cruel dog, always had been, pissing all over Danny’s clothes, or just tearing them to shreds, biting down on his balls roughly each time he’d get hard, to the point where the feral practically forced him into a chastity belt to stop the torture on his balls. Then came the leash, the feline waking up one day to find it around his neck, the writing on the tag clear as day, and on that day forth, poor Danny became Eldritch’s omega.
Eldritch would never let Danny leave the house, unless it was on one of their “walks”, the dog tugging the feline’s leash as they’d walk naked and on all fours, the far larger, more powerful male stopping every now and then to breed his feline bitch within view of everyone on the block, even his parents were powerless to stop the beastly canine, happy to give up their teen to the beast to be spared it’s wrath. At first, the feline’s life had been a living hell, friends chased away, work applications non-existent due to the constant destruction of work clothes, the ever present collar and leash, and that he couldn’t move more than ten feet away from Eldtrich before getting a jolt from the collar.
After four whole years of this treatment, the feline had lost any sense of shame, obediently eating the filthy slop that was his exclusive food, eyes glazed over in bliss as his master would pound his cat pussy however so hard he pleased, and over time, the utter humiliation of being dominated by a feral only helped to turn the cat on, feeding the dark desires that spread through him over the years, body shivering each time he felt that familiar tug on his leash, the scent of a freshly prepared meal, and the feel of that obelisk of dominance demonstrating the kitten’s place underneath the canine, always wondering what kind of depraved, yet wonderful tricks his master would teach him today?
Story written by \r\n\t\t\t\t\t
| \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tAri3275\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t