Just Like the Big Men
A story by a nameless wolf.
	Disclaimer: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.  This story contains a purely fictional relationship between an adult and a minor and contains themes of incest.  If this sort of thing offends you, don't read this story.  If this sort of thing interests you, please enjoy.
Just Like the Big Men
Tags: Cub, M/M, Dalmatian, Cum, Incest, Gang Bang, Jack Russell Terrier, Donkey, Pit Bull, Alcohol, Semi-Rape
	Part two of a two part story involving Zach, a dalmatian cub with a very curious hunger.
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Zach clicked up the volume on the remote, trying to drown out the raucous noise coming from downstairs.  It was impossible to watch cartoons when his dad was having a poker night.
"No way you fucker, you had a goddamn ace up your sleeve!  How you gonna beat a full house!" he heard his father yell, slamming a fisted paw against the table.
"Haha, you're just too easy to read, I knew you had that pocket the whole time." another voice called out.
"You're almost cleaned out Manny." a third voice addressed his father, followed by a frustrated groan.
"Aaagghhh, I need another beer for this.  Deal the next hand you cocksuckers." his father's voice replied, as Zach heard the scoot of a chair against the hardwood floor and his father's heavy footfalls walking toward the fridge.  His father and his buddies did this every Friday.  They got rowdy and drunk, then played poker until it all devolved into name calling and homophobic slurs.  Zach heard the hiss of an open beer as his father stumbled a bit back toward the table.  "You're riggin' these cards on me, goddamn faggot I swear you're riggin' these cards."
"Just play your damn hand Manny, quit bitchin' like a little girl." one of his friends called back.
"Oh I'll show you who's a little girl when I bend your ass over this table."
"Sit down Manny, you can barely keep your cock hard."
His father grunted again and sat down.  Zach began peeking over the railing.  Sometimes his father's friends got so drunk they actually did start bending each other over.  Usually it was all talk, and they would pretend it never happened, but one time Zach had come downstairs to get some chocolate milk and he saw his father bent over with his pants around his ankles while a broad shouldered jack russell terrier was behind him pounding his hips hard against his father's rear.  It was a little scary when they got that drunk, but also a little bit thrilling.  Against his better judgment, Zach decided he wanted to sneak a bit closer.
The young dalmatian cub tiptoed down the stairs, peaking through the railing.  There were four furs sitting around the table.  His father, a barrel chested dalmatian was sitting with his back turned to him.  His father used to be a railroad worker before he got a foreman job, and his body definitely showed it.  To his father's left was a tall, broad shouldered jack russell terrier, the same one that Zach had seen with his father before.  Across the table was a brown donkey with a green banker's visor, smoking a cigar and staring intently at his cards.  Finally there was a bulldog to his father's right, short and fat with heavy hanging jowls that drooled a bit when he talked.
"Raise, 400." the terrier called out, dropping some chips in the center of the table.
"Shit, I fold." the donkey followed, tossing his cards down.
"Fold." the bulldog grunted.
"Call.  All in!" his father grinned, pushing the remainder of his chips into the pot.
"You don't have enough to call that!" The donkey pointed out, tapping his knuckles down on the table.  "You're 200 short mate."
"Aw common guys, you know I'm good fo' it!" the older dalmatian shrugged, taking a swig from his beer can and then crushing it in his paw.
"Nuh uh, not without collateral Manny.  You want me to take it out on your ass again?" the terrier grinned, leaning into the table.
"Oh fuck no, I ain't no goddamn faggot.  Common Jack, there's gotta be somethin' else!" his father replied.
"You know my rule Manny, cash or ass, take your pick." the terrier crossed his arms and leaned back again, giving Zach's father a grin.
"Uh... um... shit... I..." his father looked down at his cards, then back up, looking frantically around the room trying to find something of value he could put up.  Then he looked over his shoulder and spotted little Zach hiding behind the railing.  "My son, if I lose this hand, you can take it out on his ass." he stood up, lumbering over toward Zach on the stairs.  Zach suddenly got wide eyed and tried to scamper back up, but his father grabbed him roughly by the scruff of his neck and lifted him up into the air.
"Dude, he's like 10 years old!" the terrier scoffed.
"Psh, that just means he's nice n' tight!" he hiccupped, carrying Zach back to the table by the scruff of his neck.
"Daddy, put me down!" Zach whimpered, flailing his paws a bit.
"Shutup pup, don't even worry about it, Daddy's gonna win this hand." he put his paw to his boy's muzzle and cupped it quiet.  "Common Jack, you know you'd hit this." he slung Zach up over his shoulder and ripped his pants down and off with one fell jerk, ripping the button and giving Zach's rump a smack.  Little Zach just whimpered in response.
"No way man, I'm not agreeing to fuck a kid.  If this hand means that much to you I'll fold it." Jack threw his hands up and laid his cards down on the table.
"Fuck no, you ain't foldin' this shit.  Show me what you got!" Manny reached over and flipped Jack's cards, 9 and a 10 of spades.  Then he looked down at his own cards, a pair of jacks.  "Flip the damn cards, I got you on a damn pair of Jacks, Jack!"
Reluctantly the donkey reached over and flipped the first card.  Jack of spades.  "Wooo!  Lookit' there Jack, three a'kind!  There ain't no way you're comin' back from this!  Next card, next card, finish the damn set!" his father hollared, jumping a bit as Zach bounced on his shoulder, the cub tucking his tail down shyly to cover his exposed rear.  The donkey flipped the next card, 2 of spades.  "Haha, that ain't gon' do you no good.  This one's mine Jack!"  Then the donkey flipped the last card, a 5 of spades. "Yeah that's... wait... no no no!!!!"  Manny slammed his paw to his forehead.
"That's a flush Manny, you're busted." the donkey took a puff from his cigar, adjusting the brim on his hat.
"That's it Manny, sit down.  I'm takin' your money but I'm not takin' your damn kid." the terrier pulled his father's chips across the table.  Just then his father stood up with a roar and dropped Zach down on the felt tabletop with a clatter.  The stacks of chips spilled as his father reached down and put a heavy paw on Zach's chest, pinning him against the table.
"Like hell you ain't, I pay my damn debts!  If you ain't fuckin' this damn kid I will!  I'll get him all slick and loosened up for ya', then you can fuck him righ' here!"  Manny dug his claws into the collar of his young son's shirt, ripping it off and pulling the naked pup across the table to him as he began fumbling with his belt.
"Daddy, what are you doing?" Zach whimpered, looking up at his father nervously.  He was scared but as he looked down and saw the thick, heavy bulge his father was trying to free, he couldn't help but feel aroused.  And that was a fact his boyhood was not ashamed to show proudly as his pink tip poked out from behind his small young sheath.  He'd never seen his father naked before, but ever since Zach played with his brother, it had been something he'd dreamed of.  He never dreamed it would happen like this though.
"Shh, pup, Daddy needs a tight little fuck, now spread those legs fo' me." his father spit on his paw and brought it down to the cub's rear, smearing it around as he fumbled with his pants, dropping them down to his calves.  His cock was rock hard too, pre-cum was already leaking from the tip.  He was definitely bigger than Zach's brother, and the musky smell was warmer and stronger too.
The other furs at the table just stared.  The donkey looked up from his cards, keeping the same straight poker face he had all night, but the bulldog's jaw just dropped as he stared wide eyed.  The jack russell terrier stood up and watched too, and Zach saw a clear bulge in his pants when he looked over.
Those words, and the scent, the masculine energy, this was driving him crazy!  Zach was terrified but at the same time, he found himself croaking out "I... I want to be your tight little fuck Daddy!" Zach shyly called up to his father, bashfully holding his paws against his chest.
"Such a good boy, you're always such a good boy." Manny called down to his son, running his paw through the young cub's chest fur and pulling his legs close as he lined up his cock.  "See boys, the little slut wants to be fucked.  Ya'll gotta get in on this." then he pushed his throbbing cock in past the young boy's tight tailhole, making Zach yelp out and dig his claws into the table felt.  His father let out a shiver of pleasure, quickly pulling back and ramming into his son again.  "Holy fuck boys, you really gotta get in on this!" he started slamming hard and fast.  Zach winced and whimpered, digging his claws tightly into the table and curling his toes.  His father stretched him wide and fast, giving the poor cub almost no time to adjust.
But he was a good boy, and he knew he had to power through the pain.  It would feel better soon, and then he would feel his father's cum, filling him, covering him, giving him the reward he so desperately wanted.  "Fuck me Daddy, fuck me harder!" he cried out, his own puppy cock bouncing against his bellyfur, relishing the incredible fullness his father delivered with each thrust.  His belly was practically bulging every time his dad's canine cock sunk in deep.  Manny was more than happy to appease his son's cries.  He wrapped his arm around his son's leg, hammering as fast as he could, panting and grunting lustfully.
Zach looked over and saw the terrier had his cock out now, stroking it in his paw as he watched the father and son fucking away.  The donkey was leaning back in his chair, slowly stroking his length as well.  His cock was long and veiny with a heavy equine flare at the end.  The bulldog might have been doing the same, but he was reaching down under the table so it was hard for Zach to tell.  His father grunted and groaned, finally moaning long and loud under a lustful growl.  Zach could feel the warm rush inside him and gasped as his father pulled out, cum leaking down the underside of his rump and onto the poker table.
"All yours Jack, I pay my debts!" Manny clapped the terrier on the shoulder and pulled him toward the dalmatian cub laying flat on his back, naked and dripping.
"Oh fuck I can't believe I'm doing this." he shook his head, then positioned himself too, plunging his cock right in where Zach's father had been.  It felt different having someone else's cock in him, strange and dirty, but Zach liked it too, although he didn't know why.  "Oh fuck, your daddy was right, you're a tight little slut aren't you?" the terrier grunted, speeding up his thrusts against the cub.
"Yes... oh yes I'm a good slut, please cum in me mister Jack!" Zach moaned, panting heavily as the new canine made use of his warm, slick behind.
"Holy fuck mate, you gotta bring your kid to poker more often." the donkey spoke out, looking up at Manny with an approving grin, still stroking his length in his hand.
It wasn't long before the terrier came in him too, his hot canine length shooting another load of cum into the cub's rear, mixing with the boy's father's.  He barked and panted in pleasure, pulling his cock back and grunting, some of his cum dripping down onto the floor.
"Oh I'm havin' a go at this." the donkey called out, quickly standing and coming around the table.  He'd already taken his pants all the way off and his shirt was unbuttoned down the middle, exposing his strong, hairy chest.  He shifted his cigar to the other side of his mouth and grunted, lining up his long, flared cock against the boy's rear.
The donkey took a bit more time sliding in.  He was much longer than the other two furs, but Zach wanted to be filled more than anything.  Zach kept whimpering, "more, more!" as the donkey pushed in.  Zach's belly bulged up from the deep penetration the donkey was giving him, combined with the two loads of cum already inside, there wasn't much more he could take.  Each thrust made a gush around his tailhole as the cum leaked out around the donkey's shaft.  The donkey couldn't go quite as fast as the other two canines had, but damn could he get in deep!  He took his time with each thrust, pulling back as far as he could and slamming his length down hard, hilting the young pup on his massive dick.
When the donkey finally came poor Zach nearly passed out.  His equine cock throbbed and flared, emptying yet another huge creamy load into the cub's young tailhole.  He'd been getting fucked non-stop for nearly half an hour now by the three men, and there was still one more to go.  He was so full of cum, so dripping, the puddle on the poker table was very large now.  But he had to finish, he wanted them to use him, he wanted to make his father proud.
When the Bulldog stood up Zach's jaw dropped open.  He thought the bulldog might be smaller, since he was shorter and more portly, but quite the opposite.  What the big dog lacked in the length of the equine, he made up with tremendous girth.  Not only that, but the bulldog's balls were massive, each about the size of Zach's fist.  He came up to the side of the table, pulling the boy closer to the edge.
"Get me a goddamn phone book to stand on, I can't reach this little cumslut!" he called back over his shoulder.  Manny quickly came back with a small footstool, the same one that Zach used in the bathroom so he could reach the sink.  "That's better, you ready for this you little cumslut?" he slobbered with a toothy grin.
There it was, that word, "cumslut".  Zach loved it so much, he loved it when his brother had called him a cumslut before, and he loved it even more now when his father's friend did too.  He was so full of cum, such a used little slut, he loved every second of it.  He nodded and looked down at the big, girthy bulldog's cock, spreading his legs as he tried to prepare.
When the dog's length pushed into him it was like being filled for the first time all over again.  He threw his head back and moaned as he was stretched wide.  The bulldog pushed his thickness all the way in and Zach could even feel him throbbing, the dog's pulse beating in his cock.  Zach barred his teeth, and moaned.  He was so close to cumming too, the bulldog's girth was massive, and it was taking every bit of self control that Zach had not to spray his load all over his belly.
The bulldog had pulled him closer to the edge of the table, so with each thrust he could feel the canine's massive balls slapping against his rear.  Zach wanted those balls empty, he wanted every last bit of cum those men had to offer, every drop.  The heavy bulldog kept hammering away with an impressive stamina.  His thrusts were quick and hard, and each time he drooled a little on the table.  But Zach didn't mind at all, he like the scent, it was manly and strong.  The musk made him feel even more submissive, arching his back and digging into the table.
When the bulldog came it was in powerful bursts, Zach felt the first one shooting strong up inside him as the bulldog pulled his heavy cock back out.  He shot another burst that covered the cub's used, sloppy tailhole, and then a third, arcing high over the cub's belly and covering him in a ribbon of creamy jizz before finally trickeling off as the bulldog stumbled back against the wall and caught himself, panting.
Zach had lost count of how many times he had cum, it all felt like it blended together into one long, amazing orgasm.  He laid his head back on the felt poker table and closed his eyes, focusing on the warm, dripping seed coming out his rear end.  He grinned wide and thought that word again to himself, "cumslut".