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Abigail ran her hand through John’s long hair, "Not yet puppy. You've been good but you gotta wait. It's not time yet. Be a good boy for me."
He let out a pathetic little whine as he nuzzled against her leg begging for more. He pawed at her in sweet desperation. Excitement built up in his chest and he could hardly keep still. Tonight he was going to get a special little treat.
"Oh I know I know, you're so needy aren't you." She said, scratching behind his ear. "Just a little longer." She smiled seeing her puppy in such an excited state. It was rare she was so pleasant with him. Often, she would punish him for getting out of line but tonight he needed all the ego he could get.
Finally, the tent flaps were pulled open and there before them was big strong Arthur. Forced to his knees with a leash and collar around his neck and little folded ears on his head that matched his sandy-colored hair.
Arthur’s cheeks burned upon entering the tent. He immediately saw John’s expression perk up when they spotted one another. He shivered in the cold air, missing his clothes and praying this would be over quickly.
Dutch stood tall above him. The leash wrapped around his knuckles as he walked them both inside.
"Sorry we're late... He couldn't find his leash." Dutch growled, shooting a disapproving glance towards Arthur.
A hard yank on his leash told them all they needed to know was that despite how hard Arthur tried to be a good boy for his Daddy, he was being punished extra tonight.
Dutch was always a hard dom to please and a strict one for punishment. Yet Arthur loved the challenge. He felt addicted to it, it made every word of praise he so hungered for just that much more worth it.
But tonight was different for them. Tonight he wouldn’t hear a word of praise… No tonight he was going to suffer. Just how much, that was up to his Daddy.
"Finally you showed. Poor Johnny was gonna melt here and now if he didn't get his way soon.” Abigail started as she kept her hand on John’s shoulder.
“So... This is the pup you're bringing for breeding? You sure? He's such a good-looking stud." Abigail purred looking over Arthur’s large frame. Even on the floor like this, he was still a built man with broad shoulders that shaped his large frame. His chest was firm with muscle. She was already toying with the idea of taking a new pup after all. She could make use of such a dog like him.
Cutting through her pondering, John gave out another demanding whine as he watched her. Jealousy was written across his face in bold letters. He could see her watching Arthur and that sent off his competitive streak in him.
"He's been getting mouthy and out of hand recently. Needs to be knocked down a peg. Taught how to submit and be a good boy again." Dutch added, placing just one firm hand gripping Arthur's shoulder, reminding him of his place.
Arthur shuddered feeling Dutch’s large hand on him. It was firm and tight. A secure reminder he wasn’t getting out of this one so easily. The thought of Dutch ensuring this, of his owner requesting such a punishment for him, caused him to shudder under his grip. He knew Dutch could be cold, but cruel? That was worse.
"If you're certain then. Johnny? Puppy? Look at me." Abigail commands and obediently John snaps to her attention. Ignoring his painfully hard cock that was already throbbing between his legs. His anticipation raced through his body and clouded his mind and judgment. He struggled to think clearly but he shook his mind free of the smog and focused on his angel’s words.
"You gonna breed that pup right for me. Understand?" Abigail asked, a smirk growing on her face knowing she was in for a show.
John nodded his head eagerly, his body shaking with excitement. A fire blazed in his chest as he kicked behind the starting line of this race. Finally, a chance to get back at Arthur for everything. To show this cowboy what he could really do. Show him he wasn’t little Johnny Marston anymore.
"Good boy." She whispers. "Now go."
Instantly he was off, bounding toward poor Arthur who was tackled to the ground. Arthur fought back hard. Clawing at John and growling back. This little runt wasn’t going to get the best of him. He wasn’t going to win so easily. No even if this was a punishment it didn’t mean he had to take this lying down!
Arthur swung hard at John’s side, connecting with his ribs before John reached for his hair and pulled hard on those sandstorm waves. Drawing a yowl from Arthur he craned his head up to ease the pain.
Just then his eyes connected with Dutch’s dark ones. His eyes drew Arthur in. Like he was drowning in a barrel of tar and whiskey and couldn’t see the sun. He couldn’t argue why they worked such charms on him. Perhaps it was the promise of his deep honeyed voice that came with them, but they melted Arthur’s will like a candle in a flame. In his chest, he could feel that burning desire to please Dutch. It was carved into his very soul. Even if that meant letting John win.
John wrapped one arm under Arthur’s shoulder and flipped him onto his stomach. Arthur struggled weakly trying to get out from under the smaller pup but a sharp set of teeth sank into his shoulder trapping him there. The sharp pain shot through Arthur’s body. He grit his teeth with a burning pride as he tried to keep his mouth shut as a sweet painfilled moan cascaded into the tent through gritted teeth.
John didn’t waste any time getting to what he wanted. He quickly mounted Arthur causing even more whimpers and moans to fall from the older man, uncaring about his bitch's comfort. This is a punishment after all and a treat for Johnny. Why should he? He felt as giddy as a kid again. Pride welled up inside of him as he took his prize.
Arthur felt the pinpricks of tears well up in his eyes as John pressed against him. He felt his cock slide dripping cum between his ass and threatening to push inside with no preparation. He knew it was going to hurt badly. He prayed Dutch would save him in the final hour. Maybe it was all a test? He looked to Dutch in pleading desperation, hoping he would swoop in and call it all off.
But Dutch simply smirked back, enjoying just how pitiful Arthur was in the moment. How he was silently begging for him to save him. How he was fully at his mercy, which Dutch had none of.
John felt a rush of pleasure as he bottomed out inside of Arthur. He was tight and unforgiving around John’s cock. John whined and felt the start of sweat build on his neck and forehead. Just being inside Arthur was exerliating! He had him now, bent down and submissive for him. Just like a little bitch. It twisted up a sick thrill inside John’s chest like a murky cocktail.
Arthur let his head hang, tearing his eyes away from Dutch’s as tears rolled down his cheeks. He deserved this, after all.
‘Such a disappointment. Messing up that job. He should have known better. Stupid mistake!’
The degrading thoughts punctuated with each eager thrust from his stud. John leaned in close. Arthur could feel his hot breath on his ear as he panted hard. Arthur quickly joined in the heated moment. Desperately attempting to catch his breath between the unwilling moans of pleasure and whines of burning pain. He felt a warmth of embarrassment reach his cheeks and twist his heart in knots. The sickening feeling of it all was that he was being used like a toy here in this filthy fucking tent for everyone else’s pleasure but his. No matter how badly he wanted to curse or break free from this- his body simply wouldn’t comply. He needed to turn away, to fight John off, but he couldn’t. He simply knelt there, being fucked by John while his cock hung hard between his legs, leaking precum onto the floor in a steady dribble. How much more pathetic could he get? Turned on by this humiliation at the hands of Dutch, John and Abigail. The thoughts dug into his mind like roots and twisted a sick sense of pleasure through his body like a poison. One he knew he should have rejected, but his body wouldn’t deny the sweet heat he felt from being used like this, like a prized pony being bred for show.
It was an overwhelming sensation and drove Arthur further towards the edge. He's trapped somewhere between begging for more and begging him to stop. Each pounding brutalization from John earns another mouthy whine from himself.
His eyes glance up to catch his Dutch’s again. His eyes hadn’t left Arthur. He could see the toxic churn just behind his gaze. The heat he was feeling from watching his toy, his son, be used by some dog just for being bad. It was all his doing. The strength Dutch felt from this alone was enough to send him on a power trip. Proud Arthur, pretty Arthur, always trying so hard to please him, now reduced to nothing more than a fuck toy for some mutt. All because Dutch said so.
Dutch's finely decorated hands pull at his cock as his face showed just the slightest sadistic amusement. He wouldn’t give any quarter here. No, this was far too much fun. Letting Arthur pitifully beg for safety, only for Dutch to continuously refuse him. Yet he still came back for more.
Abigail wasn't ignoring them either. Her puppy was hard at work to please her. She knew this was all her command. She could pull him off at any time. He would get such an ego from this little trist and it would be just that much more fun to tear him back down again.
John could feel the fire build in his chest. He was close. His need pushed him to speed up and he huffed as he thrust inside Arthur over and over again. He couldn’t stop the pleasure from overtaking him. Words wouldn’t come when he was like this. He simply didn’t have the mind for it. But oh he was a vocal puppy. Moans filled the little tent mixing with short whines and pleasured sighs. He was a chorus of sweet sultry sounds that wrapped around them all. He tried to stifle them. To maintain some kind of control over his body, but it was in vain. He couldn’t stop the cascading excitement he felt from coming out.
Arthur was a broken man, if he was a man at all, and was just taking and taking. He was powerless here. It was a new strange sensation for someone as strong as him. But all he could do now was take his punishment like a good boy. His muscles weren’t working and he was firmly bent over. He didn't dare touch his own cock for fear of further reprocutions from Dutch. He knew one wrong move and all of this would be for nothing and Dutch would find some new way of punishing him. Or worse, this mutt on his ass would get a second turn. Of course, that didn't stop the heavy panting and drooling out onto the floor of the tent. It puddled at his chin as his face was pushed into the coarse ground, smearing dirt across his cheek.
"Go on John. Finish up boy. Quit teasin him." Abigail added growing impatient with the show. After all, she wasn’t getting quite as much pleasure from just watching, no she was going to break her mutt in after this long and hard till he was a little puddle of cum and tears.
John didn't need any more encouragement, he kicked into high gear and slammed into Arthur. Desperation played across his movements as his hands gripped tightly onto Arthur’s hips, leaving sweet little crescent marks on his soft skin. Moaning and huffing as Arthur clenched around him. The damn dog was milking his cock at this rate. He bit and scratched at his prey of the night in revenge. Getting at any skin he could find. Finally able to go completely feral. Like he was always meant to be.
He sunk his teeth into the same sore spot on Arthur's shoulder again. Ensuring his teeth marks would linger on his body. Reminding this proud cowboy of who got his way tonight. John’s stomach coiled up like a wound spring begging to be snapped. He sped up slamming hard into Arthur reaching just the spot he needed to to make this pup whine out in pleasure. No amount of petty pride could keep him quiet now. Now he was John’s. He would know it. He thrust faster and faster into him. Pushing his cock deep inside until his body shuddered with pleasure and Arthur could feel John fill him up with his cum. Slamming a few more times into him he ensured it was all driven deep inside of Arthur.
Arthur whined and collapsed to the ground. His hips were still in John’s iron grip as he slumped face-first into the floor. His gaze went foggy with haze and exhaustion. The feeling of John’s cum and the pain were his only company.
Arthur, the poor puppy, was thoroughly worn. Completely fucked and broken. He didn't even move from his spot when Abigail got up and came to collect her pup. Slowly, she pulled John out and kissed him.
“You did such a good job puppy. Mhm, come here.” She cradled him close petting his pretty long hair out of his face and kissing him gently until he could focus on her again.
Meanwhile, Arthur lay on the floor, panting and whimpering in disgrace. His body ached and his strength had left him. He shivered as a chill seemed to cut down his back from the sheen of sweat he had built up.
It felt like hours before Dutch came over to his side. His boots hit the floor with heavy thuds that rumbled inside Arthur’s chest. Arthur flinched as Dutch reached down holding Arthur’s face up by his jaw. Cupping it in his ringed hands.
"You're gonna be a good boy now?"
Arthur, half smeared in dirt and cum, decorated in bite marks and drool, nodded weakly.
"I- I will... I promise... Daddy." Arthur heaved between ragged breaths.
"There's my good boy." Dutch murmured in a low gravely tone before pulling Arthur into a sweet and gentle kiss. “You were so good for daddy.” His thumbs brushed away the tear streaks through the dirt as he pulled his boy up into his arms. “Such a good boy.” He showered Arthur with praise.
Arthur curled into his arms and let the sweet words warm him back up as Dutch’s strong arms wrapped around him like a blanket again.