Crazy Kinky Dirty Love

by K. A. Merikan

  “And you date other guys like this?” It was just a whisper now, and Dan didn’t need to be a mind reader to know Kyle was increasingly upset.

  “Er... you didn’t leave enough time for any other guy to squeeze into my schedule.” He managed a smile, hoping the joke would lift Kyle’s spirits. It didn’t.

  “Are you saying I’m smothering you?” This time, it sounded like full-on panic, a higher pitch sneaking into Kyle’s voice.

  “No!” Dan pulled him closer, unsure how to deal with this situation. The last thing he wanted was for Kyle to be unhappy. He enjoyed every minute they spent together and kept thinking about him whenever they were apart. “It’s been great.”

  Kyle seemed to take more time answering this time and took a deep breath before smiling. “So, Daniel Corrigan, would you like to be my big, bad, bareback boyfriend?”

  Dan’s lungs emptied and suddenly, he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to answer. He was still at university. Wasn’t he supposed to have sex with dozens of guys before settling down in his thirties? On the other hand, he never enjoyed any of his hookups as much as Kyle. Looking into his bright eyes, he eventually nodded and all doubts evaporated like dust brushed off the shoulder.

  “Yes. Fuck the rules.”

  The smile and kiss he got from Kyle were definitely something he could imagine himself indulging in every day. Biting his lip, he pulled Kyle towards his chest of drawers and pulled out a green bandana. After all, Kyle didn’t like being too open about his sexuality, and the love bites on his neck were like a banner for it.

  “We’ll be late for the Pride, you big sap.”

  “Oh my God!” Kyle looked to his watch in panic. “What if the BDSM group takes our spot?” The question was ridiculous, but Kyle was the posterboy for ‘serious’ as he hid the proof of his own inclinations to BDSM under a bandana.

  “You’ll take that off and walk with pride?”

  Kyle squinted and poked Dan’s chest. “Nice try. Maybe next year.”

  The end

  Crazy Kinky Dirty Stud

  The long, somewhat stuffy room resonated with needy whimpers, but Kyle didn’t let that bother him. He moved down the walkway between large dog runs, distributing bowls of food. He opened yet another mesh door and bent over to place the homemade mush on the floor, but this particular dog wouldn’t have it and got on its hind legs with a low howl.

  “No, Zeus, stop it.” Kyle brushed its paws off, but instead of stuffing its head into the bowl, the dog ravished Kyle's hand with its warm tongue. There was no other choice than giving in and reciprocating the tenderness, even though he knew he was under the pressure of time. His parents wouldn’t be gone forever.

  In the back of the shed where his mother kept the dogs overnight, he could already hear Ares howling, and it got his cock to twitch. Ares was the meanest, biggest German Shepherd they had. He would always try to get the upper paw and overpower a human, or get into nasty fits of anger for no reason. Frankly, Kyle thought there had to be something wrong with that dog. Yet, his heart already raced at the thought of entering that last run.

  The thick scent of fur overpowered the room, but it wasn't unpleasant. Kyle’s mom had always been OCD about keeping the place squeaky clean, so the dogs had the perfect conditions. For Ares, Kyle had a special treat, a pack of white chocolate buttons. The other dogs also wanted to get some of those, but they weren’t allowed, and Kyle had to ignore the sad, pleading eyes staring at him from behind the mesh. He hoped the big bowls of food would be enough of a distraction.

  His feet carried him farther down the walkway, but his eyes lingered on a swarm of tiny bodies tumbling all over a green carpeting that covered the floor behind the mesh.

  “So freakin’ sweet.” Kyle laughed and squatted to have a better look at the puppies. When he still lived with his parents, he loved coming round here to pet those little balls of fur. It was hard to let them go when the new owners came to pick them up. But on the other hand, leaving for college had its benefits - he didn’t have to do any more dog walking. The puppies were so small that they preferred their own company to his, playing under the watchful eyes of their mother, Hera, who glanced at Kyle from her soft bed. Her offspring must have tired her out for the night. They were quite a bunch, he had to admit that.

  A low howl from the back of the room reminded him of his purpose, and even the puppies must have noticed the sound. Ares was waiting to get his fill.

  Kyle bit his lip, unable to suppress a grin and backed away from the puppies. “I’m coming, I’m coming! So impatient!” He laughed and took his time strolling along to the very last dog run. Kyle’s cheeks were flushing with heat already. He came prepared. All he was wearing for this encounter was a T-shirt and a pair of jogging bottoms.

  He knew what awaited him inside, but his heart still went up to his throat when Ares’s massive body lunged itself at the mesh door with a low bark. Kyle swallowed, and his cock twitched in his pants, just as eager to play as the puppies. The dim, yellow light only messed with his senses and for a moment, the snout-shaped leather muzzle made him take Ares for a different breed of dog altogether.

  “There, there, I’ve got your treats,” he said, squatting by the entrance. He knew he was about to go inside, yet the stare of those intense brown eyes still sent a shiver down his spine. Dan’s bulky, naked body made Kyle sigh. Even though they spent nights together as often as living in different places allowed, after a few months, he still found it a treat to look at. Kyle loved the wide shoulders that wrapped around him at night, firm thighs, tense with pronounced muscles, and those big, veiny hands, now obscured by boxing gloves. Kyle didn’t expect to see those. Dan must have taken them from Kyle’s brother’s room. Always full of surprises.

  Kyle met Dan’s, or Ares’s, dark eyes through the mesh, but he couldn't stop his gaze from trailing lower, all the way to its breathtaking goal. Ah, he loved that cock too, always eager to participate in Kyle’s formerly-secret fantasies.

  “Will you be a good boy?” Kyle asked and petted Dan’s cheek through the net. The stubble on his boyfriend's face scratching his hand was like the icing on the cake. He couldn’t wait to feel it in other places on his body. Even though this particular role-play was mostly Kyle’s idea, he loved how Dan would always surprise him as they went along. Like that muzzle, Dan had to find it somewhere in the house before he came here.

  Dan barked and backed off, scooting down in the center of the run, with his cock proudly jutting between his thighs. The way he was growling, watching Kyle’s every move with dark brown eyes, made Kyle shiver, but he caught himself salivating. He was a conditioned case, a closet Pavlov's dog himself.

  “Good! Let’s get you some food then, yeah?” He grinned and opened the door, his skin tingling with excitement. Would the other dogs be watching them? He never had sex with someone watching. Kyle stroked Dan’s arm and shook the pouch of white chocolate buttons.

  The run had a low ceiling, which made Dan’s body seem even bigger. Kyle’s mom prepared it for a new stud dog coming in after Christmas, but ‘Ares’ ended up getting to use it sooner.

  Dan backed away even farther, toward a fresh doggie bed and leaned forward on his impromptu paws, his eyes following the treat bag. He shook his head, as if desperate to get the muzzle off.

  Kyle inched closer and swallowed, stealing another glance at Dan’s thick cock. Fuck, that thing was meaty. “Oh yeah? You want that off? But you won’t bite?” Kyle reached out to Dan’s studded collar and attached a leash to it.

  Dan howled and leaned forward, poking the muzzle into Kyle’s groin. He looked up with nervous expectation, and Kyle could feel his skin burning beneath his fingertips. That request didn’t need to be repeated. Kyle struggled for balance and leaned to Dan, to take the muzzle off. “There you go, Ares.”

  As soon as his mouth was free to roam, Dan pressed his face against Kyle’s cock again. It came as such a surprise Kyle fell to his ass. He pushed Dan’s face back, even though it was exa
ctly where he wanted it to be. “Down, boy! Be good.” He tore open the pouch of chocolates with his heart already thumping.

  Dan groaned and dragged his ‘front paw’ over Kyle’s knee, opening and closing his mouth. “Actually obedient for once?” Kyle laughed and put a chocolate button on Dan’s tongue, before stroking his boyfriend’s scalp. So butch and dangerous with that short haircut.

  He watched him crush the sweet like a dog would, with his back teeth, but Kyle couldn’t stop his eyes from wandering over that gorgeous body. All that muscle only reminded Kyle how heavy his boyfriend could be when he was on top. Kyle loved to lay under him when they were hot and sweaty after sex. It made him feel small and helpless, yet safe somehow.

  “You want more?” Kyle moved to the bowl by the dog bed on his knees and threw in some chocolates. The concrete floor was harsh to the touch even through the fabric of his pants, but he forgot all about it when Dan nudged his ass from behind, startling Kyle so much, the bag of sweets fell out of his hand.

  “Hey!” he turned around and swatted Dan’s arm. Ever since he was a teenager, it was one of his most secret fantasies. He never told anyone about it before their trip here. They chatted with Dan on the way about Mom’s breeding business and it just… spilled out of his kinky lips.

  The thought of actually doing it with a dog was repulsive, but he liked how animalistic they were when fucking, and Dan’s behavior ticked all the right boxes. Especially now, that he got to his hind legs and dropped the front paws to Kyle’s chest, watching him with a strange, inhuman interest.

  “You’re heavy, Ares. Get off.” Kyle tried to remain calm, but his dick was so hard its tip already left a tiny wet spot on his grey jogging bottoms. His pre-lubed hole twitched in anticipation when he felt the heat of Dan’s breath on his neck. He was such a weak man. He loved Dan for understanding that. Dan was the sausage to his bun.

  A low growl was followed by yet another gentle assault, the boxer gloves sliding up and down his body. In the back of his mind, Kyle already imagined Dan mounting him. If he raised his legs up and exposed his ass, a dog like Ares could fuck him from the front as well. But Kyle wouldn’t want it drooling all over his face as it humped him.

  “Off!” Kyle commanded, and a few real dogs barked around them. He pushed at Dan’s chest, trying to throw him off. Kyle wasn’t all that tiny, he had some muscle on him, but it was nothing in comparison to Dan’s weight and strength. Which only meant Kyle could struggle all he wanted and just have fun with that. A long, hot lap on his neck got him shivering, and Dan wouldn’t even dream of stopping, his hard cock poking Kyle’s thigh through the fabric of his pants.

  “Bad dog! Bad!” Kyle pushed Dan away far enough to turn around under him, and started a quick crawl on all fours. Any other person would be rushing for the door, but Kyle was only faking it, just like Dan was pretending to be a dog. This was his moment. His balls tightened at the fantasy of being mounted like a bitch by the stud dog. Unable to escape that male power. What he didn’t expect was the sudden feeling of helplessness, pooling in his stomach like hot, thick jello when his jogging bottoms got pulled off his ass, all the way down to his knees, uncovering burning hot skin.

  It was all make-believe, but the all too real excitement and adrenaline was exactly the reason why he loved roleplaying so much. “No, leave that!” He turned around to see Dan tugging the pants down with his teeth. His dark eyes were like two burning lumps of coal that were about to set Kyle on fire. This dog wasn’t going to obey a bitch.

  Cool air clashed with the warmth of Kyle’s skin, but Dan was at the top of his game, already dragging the boxing gloves over Kyle’s back, his groin meeting Kyle’s buttocks with the urgency of a sex-starved male.

  “Off, Ares!” Kyle wiggled his hips under the weight of Dan’s hot body and tried to crawl away, but it was no use. The beast was climbing on top of him, pushing him down with his weight and threatening Kyle with sharp barks. If Kyle had dog ears, they would surely be flattened in fear and submission by now.

  When Kyle still lived here, he jerked off in a dog cage a few times to the dirty fantasy of being overpowered, frozen in fear under the massive stud, pumped by his cock without mercy. He wouldn’t be able to fight much once the dog actually mounted him, or he'd risk getting badly bitten. All he had left to do was to let the stud fuck him until it had enough. It would spill its thick cum into Kyle's tight asshole, convinced it was a bitch's cunt.

  Now that the fantasy was coming to life, the firm grip Dan had on his body was turning his blood into boiling oil. That hard, merciless cock kept brushing over his skin in eager, shameless thrusts. Dan was grunting over him, moving his hips back and forth to push the prick in, but it just wouldn’t go where they both eventually wanted it.

  Kyle panted at the touch of the hot cockhead sliding down from between his buttocks and poking at the back of his balls. With his hands in boxing gloves, there was nothing Dan could do but hump Kyle’s ass and growl in frustration. Every time he tried to position his stiff dick against his bitch’s hole, it would slide up or down Kyle’s slippery crack. It made Kyle shiver with anticipation and his balls tightened.

  The only way to get the stud to leave him without getting ripped to pieces was to give in. With his cheeks on fire and Dan’s teeth scraping his nape, Kyle lowered his face to the concrete floor and reached back to part his buttocks with his fingers. It was humiliating to be under a dog, to have to submit to an animal, but then again, no one would know. Ares wouldn’t be able to tell on him, brag that he fucked Kyle like a bitch in heat and bred his ass with his stud cum.

  With Dan becoming increasingly agitated behind him, it was high time Kyle granted him entry, but the sudden push still came as a shock as that thick, glorious dick ripped Kyle’s ass open, forcing it into submission. The cockhead penetrated him in one, forceful thrust.

  “Oh fuck!” Kyle squealed, prompting the other dogs to bark, the sound merging into a cacophony of noises. Sweat beaded under his T-shirt, and he bucked his hips only to have Dan push in to the root. Kyle got himself ready for it, but it was still different than being fingered right before taking the cock. A dog wouldn’t care though. He’d be pushing in aggressively, humping his ass like there was no tomorrow. Ares the dog didn’t care about Kyle’s pleasure, all he would care for was planting his spunk deep in a willing, or unwilling, hole. All that was left for Kyle was to whimper under the assault, like the bitch he was. The hard concrete beneath his knees and forearms just added to the rough experience, even though he imagined he’d regret scraping them after the scene.

  Dan leaned most of his upper body weight on Kyle, frantically digging the gloves into his sides as he began the merciless rhythm, pushing all air out of Kyle’s lungs with the force of his thrusts. Kyle parted his trembling thighs to accommodate Dan better. He saw himself as an unruly bitch, now forced into submission by raw strength and masculine power. There was nowhere to run, he had to kneel there with his legs parted, offering his throbbing anus to Ares for as long as he wanted to use it. His own dick was dripping with precome and arching up so much, the cockhead bobbed against Kyle's stomach with each of Dan’s jabs.

  The animalistic growls pulled at his ear right before sharp teeth claimed his nape, holding him in place for the gorgeous stud. Dan had never been this rough before and within minutes, Kyle’s asshole was throbbing with a mixture of ecstasy and burn from the continuous onslaught.

  Kyle bit down on the inside of his lips, swearing to himself he wouldn’t safeword. The slight pain was part of the experience, and the throbbing in his own cock helped him ignore it. His hole clenched tightly around the stiff dick, and it sent his senses into havoc. He could almost feel that bulge at its base. He’d seen dogs get that, so that the bitch would be even more trapped. She’d have to wait till the stud was done, filling her with sperm, and he was almost sorry he couldn’t possibly experience that with Dan.

  He mewled when Dan’s fervent rutting changed its angle, applying more pressure to
his prostate, and further bursts of pleasure went straight to his cock. “Oh fuck, Ares, oh fuck,” he whimpered, completely submitting to the weight and heat. The moment Kyle felt those jolts of pure joy, he frantically reached back for the leash attached to Dan’s collar and pulled on it, forcing the stud even farther on top of himself.

  Kyle’s t-shirt rode up his back, so he could feel Dan’s sweaty skin on his own with every slap of hips against buttocks. It exposed his naked, vulnerable flesh even more. And just as uncaring as a dog would be about his pleasure, Dan came with a shuddery groan, digging his forearms into Kyle’s waist and slamming their hips together with a fury that almost knocked them both over. Kyle panted, and each thrust pushed him slightly forward, the smell of concrete reminding him where his place was.

  With his asshole pulsing around the thick girth of the cock, Kyle let fantasy carry him. Yes, he was knotted, that huge ball embedded within his body, and he would now have to wait till he was no longer needed. He trembled, imagining all that sperm released inside, without any barrier whatsoever. He was being bred for a dozen little mongrel puppies.

  His excitement was off the charts, but even with the last few thrusts and the hot panting on his nape, release was still milimeters away. There was a sting under Kyle’s eyelids, intense emotion tangling in his stomach. He loved doing it bareback with Dan, getting filled by him. He even liked to fall asleep with spunk still inside him and only wash in the morning. It made him feel marked, completely possessed by Dan.

  His lover was a dead weight on top of him, satisfied and still, but eventually, Kyle noticed a slight shift and then, a tongue gently soothed the bite marks on his nape, as if Ares wanted to apologize for the rough treatment. Kyle trembled at the touch, barely catching breath. Too overwhelmed with the heat still inside of him, he arched his back into Dan. His knees were like jello, and they threatened to slide apart.