"Payback's a Bitch" by nuthouse After several months and pups, he had been found. It was time for payback. She heard a slurping sound as her friend dismounted and pulled out his thick knot. The deadbeat's hole gaped as semen flooded out. Loosened and lubricated—more ready than he deserved. She approached the deadbeat and his eyes met in shocked recognition. As they should. It was bad enough to sneak in a screw during her season, but far worse to run off at the first signs of pregnancy. She dropped the lemon squeezer and approached his rear. His sloppy hole still gaped from her friend's fucking. But dangling below was something much more interesting to her: his banded testicles, chilled from no circulation. Surely the only cold things in this muggy summer air. She pressed her nose against them to feel the cool, clammy grip of death, and smiled at the idea of his leydig cells choking for air just a skin's thickness away. The thought made her moist. Unbeknownst to him, the lemon squeezer was just for a bit of torment. Rather than use it to crush his testicles, as tempting as that was, she and her friend had opted to observe his slow, painful emasculation by the simple loop of green rubber. There would be ample opportunity to check in on his regress when they visited him over the next few days. With the high fence trapping him, he wasn't going anywhere. And each penetration would serve as a reminder of his own ebbing virility. Speaking of which... She mounted. The strap-on pressed itself between her rearmost breasts as she forced it against his ravaged anus. The pressure caused squirts of milk to flow from her rear nipples, some of which dribbled onto the dildo. She pushed the tip into his hole, her friend's copious ejaculate lubricating its entry. As his sphincter was strained by the extra wide girth of the strap-on, she felt his body tense between her front legs. Interlocking them firmly with his hips, she slammed the dildo into his ass. He yelped in pain. There was significant resistance when she pulled it back out of his quivering hole, but out it came, and she rammed it into his ass again. In and out the dildo went, until she developed a rhythm and his hole no longer gripped with any real strength. After the last semblance of resistance had been plowed out of the deadbeat's ass, she braced herself and drove the dildo in as hard as she could. With all the force of her hips behind it, his tailhole gave way to the gargantuan knot and it ripped into him, causing him to emit an otherworldly howl. Tied, she relaxed herself on his back, taking sadistic pleasure in feeling his body quiver. She humped her hips just slightly and was rewarded with an exquisite cry. She humped again. And again. "You can howl louder than that," she thought, as her friend picked up the lemon squeezer. Feeling nature's call, he strode in front of the coupled pair and lifted his leg, making sure his intact sack was plainly visible to the deadbeat. After taking aim, he released a steady stream of urine that splashed and puddled at the deadbeat's feet. The stench of male piss permeated the muggy air, spurring on the bitch as her humps became more vigorous. After relieving himself, the friend circled and approached their rears, taking a moment to admire her business end. He teasingly rubbed his wet nose against her wet sex and snorted heavily. She was soaked with arousal, and her scent was intoxicating. But the task at hand was a little lower down. The doomed testicles bulged tightly against their sack, framed by two muscular rottie thighs. An impressive set. The scrotal skin, by this point turning a deep shade of purple, shone from the tension. He took the deadbeat's sack into his mouth, rolling the cold orbs across his tongue and savoring his control over the deadbeat's masculinity. One sharp pinch with his incisors and the deadbeat's maleness would be stripped away. His tongue ran across the bulge of the deadbeat's epididymis, giving him an idea. He positioned the deadbeat's right testicle in the squeezer so that his plump epididymis was centered to receive the brunt of the force. Then, he slowly clamped down, feeling the resistance of the testicle. As his epididymis was crushed, the deadbeat rottie yelped in sharp pain. But her friend did not relent, instead holding the squeezer in the position and twisting it back and forth. HOWLLLLLL. She humped to complete the cacophony of pain. Yelps intermingled with howls as the deadbeat's balls and ass were tortured. After a lengthy time had passed, and with a great pull and a terrible cry, she ripped the dildo out, knot and all. Her friend quickly released the squeezer—which had found its way to the left ball—to avoid the unplugged remnants of his own cum leaking out of the deadbeat's ass. She dismounted to observe their work. The deadbeat's hole yawned open, a mess of swollen, red skin. His testicles looked slightly misshapen, but still intact. She shoved apart his back legs with her boxy head, enjoying the sight of his jiggling vulnerability beneath his muscular frame. She kicked at his balls with her leg, intentionally missing by a hair. She could see his muscles tense in anticipation. She kicked again. Near miss. Again. SMACK! Her leg connected with his testis, the band forcing them to absorb all of the force rather than draw up towards his body. He cried in pain and nearly collapsed. For a moment, she prepared to continue the torment, but was turned off by the flies that had begun buzzing about. They must have been attracted by the raw scents of the three dogs' sex wafting through the turbid summer air. Wrinkling her nose, she circled to face him. She stared at his eyes, but he averted her gaze. She mounted his head to force his attention, the used dildo flopping about on his nose as she humped. He was a smart boy, and it took him no time at all to open his maw and accept his task. By this point, he was pure obedience. As bolts of pain flashed through his groin, he sucked the dildo thoroughly until it was clean and sparkled with his spit, albeit with a grimace. She dismounted and turned her rear towards him. He stood still, knowing better than to move. Her friend, himself hard from watching, lied down and positioned himself to keep a careful eye on the deadbeat's sheath. It was time to see if the deadbeat had learned his lesson for the day. She waved her rear seductively, docked tail raised high and fur close enough to tickle the deadbeat's nose with each pass. He could not help but be enticed as he stared into her tight tailhole and glistening vulva. Looking back to watch his reaction, she slowly backed her rear into his muzzle and touched her anus to his nose, grinding her warm, earthy hole tantalizingly against his flared nostrils as he drew in her heady aroma. He could feel the tightness of her tacky skin against his nose, and imagined how her backdoor would squeeze his tip as he penetrated her... She repositioned slightly and presented her vulva. That hole... he knew how its slippery, squeezing contours had previously massaged all the right spots to drain him of his impregnating sperm. As if reading his thoughts, she rubbed her sex on his nose and left a shiny trail of arousal. She continued, her rubs becoming vigorous and her breasts flopping wildly. The deadbeat could feel her engorged clitoris rubbing roughly against his sensitive nose leather as she thrust into him. The thrusts continued until at last, her body shook in orgasm. She squirted on his face, his muzzle saturated in her feminine musk as her juices dribbled down his muzzle, some entering his mouth. He could taste her... And then, her friend saw it. A slight bulge in the deadbeat's sheath. He was stiffening. The lesson had not been learned. The friend picked up the squeezer.