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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Other
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Wincest, Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester, Dean_Winchester/John_Winchester,
      John_Winchester/Sam_Winchester, Dean_Winchester/OMDs
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Sam_Winchester, John_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Non-Consensual, Rape, Dubious_Consent, Bestiality, Knotting, Puppy_Play,
      Bondage, Fisting, Anal_Fisting, Castration, Prostate_Milking, Milking,
      Chastity_Device, Cock_Cages, Gags, Breeding, Breeding_Kink, Butt_Plugs,
      Public_Sex, Gangbang, mentions_of_sounding_and_double_penetration, Sub
      Dean, Dom_John
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-08-31 Words: 9248
****** A Fine Caliber ******
by aspenspark_(tempusborealis)
Summary
     It was when he was fourteen that John decided Sam was old enough to
     have the dog he’d always been asking for. Of course their lifestyle
     didn't really allow for pets, so they’d made do with the next best
     thing – obedient little Dean. John just can't resist showing him off
     and teaching a somewhat reluctant Dean just how perfect a bitch he
     is.
Notes
     A fill for the SPN Kink Meme for someone wanting Dean submitting to
     John and Sam in lots of ways. The underage is on Sam's part and it's
     kind of fleeting and not mentioned past the first sentence.
It was when he was fourteen that John decided Sam was old enough to have the
dog he’d always been asking for. Of course their lifestyle didn’t really allow
for pets, so they’d made do with the next best thing – obedient little Dean.
John had been fucking Dean for years at that point (such a pretty cunt, so
beautiful when he moaned around the bright red ball gag John had bought just
for him), and he had been thinking about bringing Sammy into the fold. It was
getting more and more difficult to hide their activities, and as it was John
had his suspicions Sam already knew. It was better to do away with the pretense
and let Sam have a piece of the action. At any rate, Dean had been acting up
lately – giving him sullen looks, making a fuss about putting in his ass and
cock plugs – and it was time to put him in his place. So when Sam asked again
if they could get a dog, everything had come together in a nice little bow.
That was the day the mitts had gone on, and they’d rarely come off since.
Dean was their bitch, and John made sure he felt the part: the leather mitts
he’d put on Dean that first day ensured the pup’s hands could only do what John
wanted them to do; the special leg cuffs that had a piece wrapped around Dean’s
thighs and calves each connected by a chain made sure he was always on all
fours like good dogs were; his muzzle was a soft leather cup with a nice solid
gag that only let out proper puppy sounds; the shiny cock-cage reminded the
bitch he was only there to get fucked; the tail plug Sam had picked out was
thick and long with a lot of movement, so that it was always working Dean’s
bitch-hole open with every sway of his hips. The fine leather collar with
several D-rings topped it all off and made Dean the prettiest bitch around, if
John said so himself. There was nothing better than collapsing in an armchair,
unzipping his fly, pulling Dean between his legs by the chain on his collar,
and letting the pup have at it. While John loved to breed the bitch’s cunt
himself, there was just something so alluring about Sammy fucking Dean while
the bitch struggled to swallow John’s cock – it was a great view watching the
little hole get pounded by a pretty substantial dick (John’s genetics, he was
proud to note) and the feeling of Dean’s throat fluttering around him was
indescribable.
John pushed his arousal down; there was a job at hand. He rummaged through the
trunk and after a moment pulled out a pair of handguns loaded with silver
rounds. Rumor was there was a werewolf hunting in these woods and he and Sam
were going to take it down. He handed one of the pistols to Sam and stood back
for a minute, eyes scanning around the bound figure in the trunk to see if he
needed anything else. No, they were good, had everything they needed for this
hunt.
“Now you be a good girl, Dean,” he said, patting the pup’s rump affectionately.
He pulled a blanket over Dean’s contorted frame so he wouldn’t get cold in the
autumn evening in the un-insulated trunk where he rode these days. “We’ll be
back soon, you just sit tight.” Dean’s green eyes swiveled up to John’s face,
pleading. “Now, now, pup. You know dogs don’t sit on the seats.” He gave Dean’s
hair a playful tousle. “We’ll be back before you know it.”
John gently closed the trunk on Dean’s anxious huffs. The bitch would be fine,
and the extra-large plug Sam had worked into him before they’d hog-tied him and
placed him in the trunk would keep him occupied until they came back.
It turned out that the “werewolf” was nothing more than a large dog, one with
some wolf blood by the looks of him, but nothing they had to be concerned about
as hunters. The thing had been tearing into any livestock smaller than a cow it
could sink its fangs into and when they’d finally spotted it, it was easy to
see why. The poor thing was very skinny, starving, and Sam (who’d always had a
way with dogs) had offered it some jerky and it’d snapped it up gratefully in a
matter of seconds with strong, fast jaws.
They made their way back to the car and John popped the trunk. There was Dean,
all trussed up like the good bitch he was. Sam helped him pack up the
ammunition and John was bent over Dean’s body packing something away when he
heard Sam speak.
“Hey there, boy, you come to beg for more?”
The big dog skulked out of the woods a few feet away, whining pathetically with
hunger. It slowly approached Sam, looking up at him with hopeful eyes.
“I think I’ve got some leftover chicken in the back, I’ll get it for you.”
John was skeptical. “Sam, are you sure you should be feeding it?”
“Oh yeah,” Sam assured him, moving to rummage around in the backseat. “He knows
there’s no food around here now. He was going to tire of scavenging and small
game soon enough, as if those warning shots that singed his fur there didn’t do
the trick.” Sam pointed to some darkened, uneven fur on the dog’s left haunch.
“Figure we give him some now, it’ll tide him over so he’ll lay off the local
attacks for a while. The less hungry he is, the clearer he’ll think.”
John wasn’t sure how much reasoning a dog could do, but he didn’t see the harm
in letting Sam feed the poor thing. Suddenly, as though impatient for the food
it knew was coming, the wolf-dog put its huge paws up on the back bumper and
peered inside the trunk at Dean. Dog had a keen nose. He’d found the bitch.
“Hey boy,” John started, gears turning, “You must be hungry, but I bet you’re
hankering for a little something else, am I right?”
Sam straightened, chicken forgotten in his hand, and watched as John heaved
Dean up out of the trunk and placed him on the ground. The bitch’s breathing
was fast, his eyes rolling; he was piecing together what John had planned. As
soon as Dean was on the ground, the big dog started sniffing around his pussy.
“It’s time you became a proper bitch, Dean, and take a stud.” Dean still hadn’t
quite settled into his role as bitch even after all these months, and this was
just the thing to break him all the way. A thought struck John. “Sam, we got
any peanut butter in the backseat?”
Sam’s eyes were hungrily watching the dog’s tongue lapping around the plug in
Dean’s ass. At John’s voice he shook himself out of his reverie. “Yeah, I think
so,” he replied, reaching under the driver’s seat. A moment later, he produced
a half-gone jar of peanut butter and a plastic knife.
“Why don’t you smear a little around Dean’s plug there and let this dog know
how good Dean’s cunt tastes.”
Sam didn’t need to be told twice. He knelt behind his brother, who laid face-
down in the dirt with his hands and legs tied back in a wide-open butterfly.
Unscrewing the cap, he began to spread the sticky substance across the skin
stretched tight around the large plug inside him. After a moment Sam stepped
back and let the dog have at it.
The stud sniffed the new food quickly before giving the cleft of Dean’s ass one
long lick. It was obvious it liked the taste of the peanut butter, for it spent
five whole minutes licking Dean clean while John and Sam palmed their crotches
trying to adjust their blatant erections. When it had gotten all the tasty
paste, the dog continued to nose and tongue Dean searching for more. When it
didn’t find any, it clamped its teeth around the neck of the plug and pulled as
if it knew there was a treat inside the blocked hole.
“Well I’ll be damned if this isn’t the smartest dog,” John mused with a chuckle
as he bent to help it. “Get the lube, Sam. Dean’s gonna need a lot to take this
cock.” Dean whined and John could see the tears dribbling down his face. John
gave him a few soft strokes down his flank. “And bring over that box with the
silver bullets, some blankets, and the spreader bar.”
When Sam returned he gave him instructions. “We’re gonna have to untie his legs
and put the spreader bar between them, then put then box and blankets under his
hips to raise them up so the dog can get at his bitch-cunt.” Together they
managed to force Dean’s ankles into the cuffs of the bar and make a small
platform under his stomach to raise his ass in the air. Dean was panicking and
struggling, but a quick stake into the ground between his feet with a ring
around the spreader bar held his legs nice and still.
“Now the lube.”
Sam slapped the industrial-sized tube they always carried into John’s hand like
a nurse for a surgeon and John began his procedure. He rocked the large plug
back and forth, drizzling lube over the places where it began to peek out from
Dean’s rim. “Come on, girl, give it up.” Dean huffed as John continued to pull
the plug from its resting spot deep inside his rectum. “Don’t worry, we’ll fill
you up nice and full in a minute.” Finally, the plug popped free, leaving
Dean’s anus gaping as it tried to close. John felt another pang of hot arousal
at the thought of just how gaping he’d be once this dog had fucked him. They
could probably both fuck his cunt at the same time tonight. They’d only done
that a handful of times, but Dean’s ass would get some serious stretching once
the dog had his way with him, and they would probably both be able to just slip
right up into him.
John sat back on his heels and watched the dog approach his bitch, tied up for
him like a present. A little more sniffing and licking and the stud got with
the program and shuffled up between Dean’s legs. The bitch was full-on crying
now, and Sam reached out a hand and petted his hair. “Hush, Dean,” he soothed,
“You’ve been such a good bitch for dad and I, but you’re a puppy and puppies
fuck other puppies. It’s gonna feel so good taking your stud’s knot. It’ll
probably hurt since you’ve never done it before, but just think of how full
you’re gonna feel while he breeds you, how you’re gonna be a real bitch.”
While Sam spoke to Dean in hushed tones, John squirted a sloppy amount of lube
into Dean’s open hole and the dog was nearly dancing in anticipation. It knew
it was going to get to fuck into a tight pussy. The dog hopped up, front paws
on Dean’s back, cock fully out and an angry red. Once its hips were lined with
the captive bitch, it started thrusting in short little jabs, earning another
muffled cry from Dean. After a few misses sliding around in the lube, the tip
found the ring of Dean’s little hole and the dog sank his cock in all the way
with one powerful thrust. Dean howled from behind his gag as he was breached
and kept giving broken moans as the dog began spearing his ass open fast and
hard.
Sam and John were mesmerized by the sight of the thick dog cock disappearing
into Dean’s cunt over and over. The dog’s pounding increased to a frenetic pace
as it slammed home deep, breeding his bitch. John had his dick in his hand and
was jerking off to the sight, and it only took Sam a moment longer to pull out
his own member and stroke it.
“What a good girl, Dean,” Sam encouraged the sobbing wretch on the ground
before them. “Your cunt looks so good taking your stud’s cock. Gonna fill you
with his puppies, breed you up good and full like a bitch should be.”
John could see a thickening at the base of the dog’s cock – it was going to
knot soon.
“Dean,” John began in as soothing a voice as he could manage through his
arousal, “You feel that tug every time he pulls out? That’s his knot getting
bigger and bigger. Soon it’s going to be too big for him to pull out of your
pussy and you’ll be tied together. Once his knot is in nice and deep, he’ll
turn ass-to-ass with you.” Another piteous moan from Dean, cut short by a
vicious thrust into his ass. “You’ll probably stay like that for at least
twenty minutes while he pumps his load into you and breeds you. Sam and I are
gonna be right here with you and help you through your first knot.”
At this point, the knot was rather large and it was clear Dean felt some
discomfort as it slid in and out. It was going to be difficult for Dean to
take, but the plug they’d kept in him during their hunt had been larger than
normal by quite a bit and it would have gone a long way toward stretching Dean
enough to take the knot.
“Such a good bitch, the best bitch,” Sam panted as he pulled on his dick faster
and faster, almost in time with the dog’s thrusts. John was right there with
him, so very close to blowing his load watching the wolf-dog work its knot into
Dean’s ass. It was going in and out with more difficulty, now, forcing Dean’s
anus to stretch wide to take it. A few more drags and it would be firmly
embedded inside Dean.
“Breathe deep, pup,” John coached with a tight voice as his orgasm quickly
approached. “The more… the more you, mm… relax, the easier it’ll be.”
The knot was caught on Dean’s rim, straining to find that welcoming space
inside him for the final time. Dean’s throaty cries covered the stud’s panting
and the slick snaps of John and Sam jerking off. With one final push and a loud
wail from Dean, the knot popped in, making Dean’s ass flare wide for a few
moments before it closed around the huge ball. Everything stood still while
Dean’s rectum molded itself around the thick knot now entrenched inside him,
and stud and bitch panted in tandem for long minutes. Once the animal had
settled, it carefully threw one leg over Dean’s back and flipped himself over
so that he stood facing away from Dean and the place where they were joined
together.
His tail was a perky one, lifting up proudly like a flag, signaling his
virility for all to see. The sight of Dean’s rim tight and bulging around the
knot sent John over the edge and he came with a sigh, shooting his come in
white jets across Dean’s back. Within a minute, Sam had added his sperm to the
mix, painting Dean’s flushed, sweaty skin with creamy stripes.

John tucked himself back in and crouched next to the whimpering bitch. He could
see the dog’s cock pulsing, shooting seed deep inside his bitch’s cunt. “You
feel that, pup? Your stud is knotted deep inside your doggy cunt and he’s
pumping you full of his puppies. I can see his knot stuffing your ass and I
gotta tell ya, it’s a pretty sight.” He looked up at Sam who was still coming
down from his climax. “I think we’re going to have to make sure our puppy gets
bred on a regular basis, don’t you, Sam?”
“Sure do,” Sam sighed in agreement. “That doggy cunt’s gonna need regular
filling now that it’s been broken in by a real stud.”
 
It was some minutes before the wolf-dog pulled out of Dean’s ass, but watching
him pull his knot out was almost as good as watching it go in.
===============================================================================

It became a ritual for them; every town they passed through they found some
hound to fuck their bitch. Dean didn’t cry anymore, just laid there and took
his breedings stoically. He’d even learned to come from taking the knot alone,
and that more than anything made John swell with pride. There was just
something about a thick knot that rubbed Dean in a way even double-stuffing his
ass couldn’t and since his bitch-clit wasn’t for touching, he could only find
release in taking a knot. John sensed he still didn’t like it and that it still
pained him somewhat, but Dean had stopped fighting as much once he realized the
silver lining.
The stretching Dean got was constant, and soon the extra-large plug became the
every day plug and they’d taken to stoppering up loads of dog come (and often
their own come as well) inside him for the next stud to fuck out. They found it
made the studs more aggressive in their mating when they scented other dogs,
and that was the way John and Sam liked it. When they couldn’t find a dog to
fuck their bitch, they’d fuck him at the same time to keep him nice and loose.
Dean became inured to double penetration but the tightness inside him was still
incredible, milking them for all they were worth. It seemed to John that he had
the best orgasms stuffed up inside Dean with Sam right there with him. He and
his boys, the way it should be.
“I’ve been thinking,” Sam started one day as John methodically worked three
fingers up against Dean’s prostate. One of the first things Dean had learned,
even before he’d become a bitch, was how to present himself for a milking and
by now his form was perfect. All fours, face down, ass up, caged cocklet
hanging down uselessly. Regular milkings made Dean more docile, gave him a
sweeter disposition just like a real bitch. And since it’d been a while since
he was bred, John knew Dean needed something extra to take the edge off.
“What’s that, Sam?”
 
“Since we’ve had no luck finding a dog here, why don’t we give him the next
best thing?”

John had no idea what Sam was talking about, though it was true they hadn’t
been able to scope out a nice big dog to stud Dean. “What did you have in
mind?”

Sam hesitated for a moment, glancing uncertainly down at the floor. John caught
his eye and gave him an encouraging look. “Dean is your puppy, Sam. Our puppy.
You take care of him just as much as I do.” He worked Dean’s prostate in tight
little circles and he could feel the tightening that implied Dean was close to
shooting his load. “What’s your suggestion?”

“I think we should fist him.”

Dean’s head shot up and his hole clenched in fear. It took John himself a
moment to register exactly what Sam was suggesting. A fist. Inside Dean.

He started fingering Dean again while he worked through the implications,
though Dean was probably too tense to release now. No matter, a little finger-
fucking never hurt anyone.

It was brilliant, really. Since they couldn’t find a suitable stud to knot
Dean, they could do their best to simulate a knot. Despite their best efforts,
cocks and plugs could only do so much and Dean hadn’t been bred in a few weeks.
The poor pup must be burning with the need to come and since knots were the
only way he could these days, that was unfortunate. But a fist… that would feel
like taking an exceptionally large knot. It’d have the dual benefit of feeling
like a knot inside Dean as well as training the bitch up to take larger dogs.
John hadn’t said anything, but he fantasized about the day Dean could take
something like a Mastiff or a Bernese Mountain Dog. Just the way his ass looked
strained and bulging around a stud’s knot… there was nothing better. The wolf
Dean had taken his first time was large, but John knew Dean could take more.
This was a brilliant idea. It was perfect. Sam had always been such a smart
kid.

“I think that’s a great idea, Sam,” he replied with a warm smile. “It’ll feel
just like taking a knot and this little slut might even be able to come. Good
thinking, Sammy.” Sam’s spine straightened with pride. “Why don’t you hand me
the lube, and we can try now.”

Sam looked surprised. “Right now? Isn’t he going to have to be stretched more
for that?”

“Well we only took out the large plug ten minutes ago, and I’ve been working
his hole for most of that time. He should be pretty well open for it. But you
have a point. Why don’t we fuck him with the plug for a few minutes and warm
him up a bit.” John picked up the butt plug he’d pulled out of Dean earlier.
They’d upgraded tail-plugs since he started taking knots because his old one
just didn’t keep the come inside his loose, sloppy hole. This one was about
nine inches long and three and a half wide at its widest. It made for a much
better seal and kept Dean’s ass ready to receive anything at all times.

They were about to put that “anything” to the test.

“Are we going to have to restrain you, or are you going to be a good bitch,
Dean?” Dean hung his head toward his mittened hands and his chest heaved. The
poor thing tried so hard to be good. John knew it wasn’t easy. “Sam, why don’t
you get the breeding stand, make this easier on Dean?” Once Dean’s breedings
had become a regular thing, they’d invested in a bare-bones, collapsible
breeding frame to hold Dean in the best position without tiring him too much.
It supported his neck, shoulders, stomach, and hips, and it made penetration
smooth. Dean was going to need smooth to take an entire fist. Sam moved to
comply with John’s request and retrieve the frame from under the backseat.

John poured a good amount of lube on the plug and some more inside Dean’s
rectum for good measure. He slowly worked the silicone inside Dean, and just as
he’d suspected it was pretty easy to pop the bulb inside with a bit of
pressure. He pulled it out again and watched as the tight little ring dilated
around the toy and released it. He repeated the process three or four more
times, Dean huffing as he was forced to accept the fat bulb over and over. Sam
returned, swinging the padded metal arms out and snapping them into position as
he walked over to where Dean was kneeling on the carpet of their motel room.
John pulled the plug out one more time as Sam set the assembled frame down on
the floor in front of Dean. Obediently, Dean crawled on top of it, set his
limbs against the bars, and waited to be strapped in. They made quick work of
the leather belts and buckles, and soon Dean was restrained against the stand
in the perfect posture to be breached.

“All right, pup. You’ve been so good for me so far – you took the plug so well
just now, and that means you’re going to be able to take my fist. It’s going to
be bigger and harder to take than the butt plug, but you can do it because you
are the best bitch, Dean.” Dean nodded with no small amount of trepidation, but
his fate was now out of his hands and he was entirely at John’s mercy.

Dean’s ass was held in perfect presentation; his knees locked a bit more than
shoulder-width apart, allowing his back to slope downward and his hips to pop
up. John heavily lubricated his fingers and the back of his hand before
slipping both his thumbs inside the bitch and pulling his hole out. Dean was a
rosy pink inside, and John was getting hard just thinking about how his
knuckles were going to meet that pink flesh first hand very soon. No pun
intended. Sam got to his knees beside his father and watched raptly as John
sank three fingers of his right hand into Dean easily. His little finger wasn’t
difficult to work in, and soon half of his thumb was in as well. This would be
where it would get difficult for Dean.

The bitch started whining as John pressed forward, twisting the cone of his
fingers back and forth to coax the hole open. It was slow work, but the bitch
took it as well as could be expected.

“Now pup, I want you to imagine you’re taking a huge dog’s knot. Your massive
stud is pounding into you, and he wants to knot you so badly. You’re going to
let him because you’re a bitch made to be bred, just there for him to fuck,
knot, tie, and breed.” The ridge of John’s knuckles was struggling to obtain
entry and Dean was panting with effort and probably a decent amount of pain.
“Just bear down, bitch. Let your stud in. You know you need to be knotted, once
this goes in you’re going to feel so much better. If you can take this, I’ll
make sure you come. Come on, Dean.” He continued to press in, rocking his hand
back and forth, when all of a sudden the pressure keeping him out all but
disappeared for little more than a breath. It was enough, though, and the
widest part of John’s hand slipped inside. The bitch moaned around his gag, and
John kept still for a minute or so, letting him adjust to the girth inside him.
His ass was like a vise around John’s hand, hot like a tight glove.

“Sam, can you pour some more lube across the back of my hand?” Sam did so as if
in a trance, watching the bitch squeeze and accommodate John’s hand. He
absentmindedly petted along Dean’s spine as he sat back to enjoy the rest of
the show.

“You’ve done so well, Dean. You made it through the hardest part, but you’re
not done yet. Relax and let me in.” He renewed his efforts and he could feel
Dean trying to help him sink the heel of his hand into him. The rim sucked and
fluttered around John’s hand just above his wrist. John gave one more
determined twist and Dean’s hole gave way, admitting the whole fist into his
anal cavity. Sam gave a bark of startled laughter and John felt like laughing
himself; he was wearing Dean like a watch. It felt like dipping a hand into
melted wax.

“What a good bitch,” Sam fawned, rubbing the small of Dean’s back. “You took
the entire fist. Gosh, you look so pretty with Dad’s hand inside you. I can see
it just inside, stretching you like a big knot. Good girl, Dean.”

After a few minutes of rest, John rotated his wrist, eliciting more moans from
Dean. This time they were tinged with more pleasure than pain. He pumped his
arm in and out in little movements, slowly inching his forearm inside.

“You’ve just opened right up, pup. I’ve got half my arm in you.” He pulled
back, twisting back and forth as he did so until only his fist remained in
Dean’s cunt. “At this rate, we might have to start breeding you with horses,”
he joked, but Dean only groaned, mostly pleasure with a little bit of fear.
“Don’t worry about that right now.” That was a thought for another time. 

With the joint of his thumb, John sought out Dean’s prostate – the bitch
deserved a reward after all this and John had made a promise. When he found the
little nub, Dean jumped, but pushed back onto John’s fist. “There you go,
sweetheart, I’m gonna take care of you.”

As Dean bucked and cried out, Sam unzipped himself and moved around in front of
Dean. Wordlessly, he removed Dean’s gag and replaced it with his dick. He
fucked Dean’s mouth while John fisted his ass, and it was only a matter of
minutes before both of his boys were coming hard, noisy, and wet. They panted
as they came down, and John used his free hand to stroke down Dean’s thigh. Sam
gently slid Dean’s gag back in, sat down, and leaned back against the bed, legs
splayed lazily as he recovered. Dean let the breeding frame cradle his neck as
his breathing evened out. Both his boys were taken care of.

“Good girl, Dean,” he murmured, “Coming on a big fat knot like that. We’re
gonna have to find you some bigger studs.”

John turned his attention back to the sight of his fist splitting his oldest
open. Damn, it really was a sight to see. The silver of the bitch’s clit-cage
glinted below the dusky dun of his testicles. John couldn’t help but think the
view would be better without his balls in the way.

“I think the only thing that could make you more perfect than you already are
was if we were to fix you.” Dean shivered and let out a hurt little panicked
sound. “Oh, don’t worry, bitch. We’d let you keep your clit, even if bitches
don’t need them. You’d sure look mighty fine with a smooth crotch, though. But
you don’t need your balls for anything, it’s not like you nut bitches. Bitches
like you only get fucked.” The surgery to do that sort of complete castration
was far too complicated anyway. But John did have medical training from his
time in the Marines. He could amputate limbs if it were required; he could
certainly geld a bitch. “Sam, what do you think?” He found Sam’s eager gaze,
the haze of orgasm disappearing as he considered John’s proposal. Dean began to
plead behind his gag and John gave his buttock a hard slap. “Don’t you go using
people words, now. Dogs don’t use words. This isn’t your decision.” He turned
back to Sam. “He’s your pup. If we snipped him, we wouldn’t have to milk him
all the time. He’d be docile and affectionate without that hassle.”

Sam grinned with excitement. “Let’s do it.”
===============================================================================

The procedure went off without a hitch, thanks to the good old United States
Marine Corps. When Dean had woken to find his crotch swaddled in bandages, he’d
cried for two days straight. It was understandable he was upset to see his
balls go, but they were a vestige of a past life. Getting rid of them firmly
entrenched Dean in his role as a bitch and it had absolutely been the right
decision, even if they did have to give him monthly injections to keep up his
sex-drive. They simulated a bitch’s heat and if anything they made him hornier
during that time of the month, made him feel all the more the bitch he was.
Watching him writhe on a knot trying to get himself off was the stuff fantasies
were made of.
Once he healed, Dean was gorgeous without the ugly sac hanging in the way, just
as John had thought he would be. As a present to cheer up a listless Dean, John
had bought his bitch a stunning new cock cage, this one plated in gold and
studded here and there with medium-sized pinkish-red rhinestones. It had a
detachable urethral sound built in that John and Sam kept screwed in pretty
much all the time, leaving Dean’s piss-slit plugged with a lovely large stone
that glinted and caught the light whenever he moved. It was beautiful, just
like his bitch.

Of course, with his mitts, Dean couldn’t feel the absence of his balls. So once
the new cage was on, Sam set up a mirror and let the pup admire the gorgeous
bitch he’d become. There were tears and unbelieving pawing at the area where
the testicles used to hang, now only smooth, tight skin. It had taken a long
time, but he’d eventually calmed down when John and Sam had stroked him and
soothed him with words of how proud they were that he was their bitch and how
beautiful he was neutered.

And John had a plan to prove it.

It took him about two weeks to arrange everything. He had a good number of
buddies in the St. Louis area and one of those buddies happened to have a bar.
The night before the event was Dean’s first scheduled injection of
testosterone, and as a result he was practically humping anything he could get
between his legs, despite the cage around his cock. Come seven o’clock, they
loosely bound Dean and laid him in his nest is the trunk. On the way, Sam and
John chatted excitedly about logistics and Sam prepared the camcorder. They
weren’t going to miss a single shot.

The bar was supposed to be closed that night, but when they walked in leading
Dean on his leash, they found it filled with those in the know. When he saw all
the people inside, Dean reared back slightly, stilling as so many faces turned
to watch him crawl into the bar. They received a hearty chorus of greetings,
and a gentleman dressed in plaid flannel and faded denim walked over to John, a
smile on his face.
“John! Hello!” he bellowed, sticking out a hand. “Good to see ya! The guys have
all been talking about this for weeks, I can’t tell you how much we’re all
looking forward to it.”

John clasped the other man’s hand warmly. “We’re just as excited, I assure you.
Though we’ve not told the pup anything, it’s a surprise.” John reached down and
ruffled Dean’s hair. “We wanted to teach him just how valuable he is, how proud
of him we are.” He chuckled. “Truth be told, we really just want to show our
fine bitch off. He’s perfect, Cal, and after tonight he’s going to see just how
much that means.”

“Then let’s get started. You want to make the announcement?”

“Sure thing.” John led Dean over, tail plug wagging like a metronome, to a low
stage that had been set up in the middle of the bar floor. The pup’s steps were
uncertain; Sam kept a hand in his hair to center him as they made their way
through the crowd. When Dean saw the real surprise, he stopped dead.

Still at the ankles of their masters until they sensed a bitch moving through
their midst were nearly twenty dogs.

Dean’s breathing picked up and he began hyperventilating through his gag. John
doubled the leash in his hand and crouched beside his bitch.

“Dean,” he started, sliding a hand up to cup Dean’s muzzle. He made unwavering
eye-contact with the shivering pup. “Tonight you are going to see just how
special you are. You’re going to see how others see you, how beautiful and
perfect you are. You’re here to be bred like the blue-ribbon bitch I know you
to be. It’s not going to be easy; Cal says there are eighteen dogs here. You
are going to service each and every one of them, probably more than
once.” Maybe even their masters too, John thought, feeling a little tight in
the pants. “But I know you can do it because you are my perfect bitch. You’re
going to take your breedings with grace and poise and you’re going to make
every person here jealous that you belong to Sam and me and no one else.” He
rubbed a thumb over the apple of Dean’s cheek, brushing away some nervous
tears. “You’re going to leave them cursing the fact you can’t actually whelp
puppies because they will all want a pup with even a fraction of your
perfection. Do you understand?” There were unshed tears hanging from Dean’s
eyelashes, but the pup closed his eyes and nodded. “Good girl.”

They continued their way toward the stage and there, in the middle, was a
breeding stand much more luxurious than the one Dean was used to. It was a
glossy black with supple leather pads and cuffs. It was a proper throne for
their beautiful bitch. John handed Dean’s leash to Sam as he addressed the
crowd, who’d all turned their attention to the center of the room where the
three of them stood.

“Welcome!” John began, projecting across the large room. He received some
whoops in reply and a stray bark or two. “I want to thank Cal here for
generously allowing us to use his place for what I’m sure will be a night to
remember.” Some more cheers and toasts came from the crowd. “Most of you
haven’t had a chance to meet the guest of honor tonight, my wonderful pup Dean.
Come up by me, Dean,” John beckoned, snapping his fingers twice down by his
side. Nervously, Dean crawled up the edge of the stage and sat by John’s feet. 

“Dean here is the finest bitch you ever did see, and tonight is about proving
that not only to you all, but to Dean as well. Show them how beautiful you are,
pup. Up on your hind legs.” Dean shakily rose up on his knees are far as his
leg restraints would allow, mitts curled into his chest. He was clearly
embarrassed by the show John was forcing him to put on, but his clit was
valiantly trying to rise despite its cage. There was a fine sheen of sweat
laying on Dean’s skin, though in the gently moving air of the open space it
started to dry and cool him down. His golden cock cage with its red stones
sparkled under the lights pointed down at them. Impressed murmurs wound through
the crowd.

“He’s a shy little bitch at first, but once you get his engine going, he’ll run
for a long time. We recently got him fixed, chopped off those useless nuts
since bitches don’t need them. Much better view of his doggy cunt being pounded
without his balls hanging in the way, if you ask me!” Laughter rippled through
the room. “And he’s just been the sweetest thing since he got clipped. He’s a
bit self-conscious about the fact that we had him fixed, but you tell me if
he’s not the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen in your life.” The audience
started to applaud and a blush began to creep over Dean’s skin, hot and
prickly.

“I understand you’ve figured out an order, so if the first lucky stud will come
on up, we’ll get our bitch situated and get started!” Hearty cheers and claps
resounded and Sam tugged on Dean’s leash, leading him over to the frame. Once
the pup was lined up with the pads, Sam pet down his limbs. Dean was shaking as
Sam fastened the buckles and John bent down to speak in Dean’s ear.

“I know you’re nervous, honey, but you’re going to do so well. Just think; you
won’t come out of that stand until you’ve been fucked at least twenty times.
When we’re done tonight, you’ll be so full of come you’ll look like you really
could whelp some pups of your own. Once it’s started, it’s not going to stop
until everyone in this room is sated, but they will leave here satisfied and
that will be all your doing, pup. You’re going to make everyone so happy.” He
stroked down Dean’s face one more time as the bitch turned his watery eyes up
to meet John’s. John gave him one more smile, then turned to the crowd.

“Let the games begin!”
 
The first dog was a medium-sized German Shepherd that more than made up for its
size in enthusiasm. As the hound hilted its cock all the way inside Dean, the
crowd roared with approval and the dog began thrusting in earnest. Compared to
Dean’s normal tail plug, the Shepherd’s knot wasn’t too much of a challenge to
take, but it stretched him nevertheless. Sam moved around the restrained bitch
with the camera, making sure to capture the tugging of the knot at Dean’s pussy
and the way his hips thrashed in an attempt to get the release he so
desperately needed.

The room was filled with awed commentary.

“Look at that bitch cunt just sucking on that knot!”

“Take a gander at that little cocklet with no balls. What a pretty little sissy
bitch it is.”

“I can’t believe it’s taking the knot up its ass, it’s huge!”

They were humiliating, but the comments only spurred Dean on in his haze of
hormones. He rocked faster in the little wiggle room the frame would allow. He
managed to tip his hips just right and the knot buried inside him caught
against his prostate, making him spill his own bitch-juices out under him in
long, thick dribbles, much to the delight of the assembled onlookers.

It wasn’t long after the third dog, a large Border Collie, had knotted with
Dean that John removed the usual plug gag and replaced it with a wicked-looking
spider gag.

“Gonna let them use your mouth too, pup. You’re to suck on anything put in
there,” John informed Dean with pat on his cheek.

Within a minute, a tall, slender man in dressed head to toe in denim pulled a
low stool in front of Dean and unzipped before he sat down, knees on either
side of Dean’s shoulders. Firmly but kindly the man gripped Dean under the
throat and tilted his head up so it was lined up with his cock  before pushing
halfway down Dean’s throat and all the bitch could do was take it.

And so it went on for a few hours that Dean was filled with dog after dog, shot
so full of their come that it leaked from his puffy, gaping hole and slid down
his thighs. As it turned out, the order the group had come up with started out
with roughly the smallest dog and worked up to the largest. Sixteen studs (and
quite a few men) or so had had their way with Dean, who’d come three times (the
last dry) during the process. His eyes were unfocused and saliva mixed with a
little semen dripped out of his open mouth alongside the tear tracks running
down his cheeks.

“Who’s next?” John asked the rowdy group, high on watching Dean’s tight little
ass take knot after knot.

“Champ here is up,” replied a low, gruff voice. A bearded fellow in a Stetson
brought up an excitable Irish Wolfhound pulling at his leash, cock already
dropping from his sheath. The dog was huge, much larger than anything Dean had
taken before and John was sure his knot was going to be just as massive.

John hedged. He certainly wanted to see Dean take this beast’s cock and he was
sure everyone else would too. But he didn’t want to hurt his bitch. A little
pain was fine when John was sure Dean would be able to open up for the knot,
but he wasn’t so sure about this. And there were still two studs after this
one, both presumably larger. He needed to stretch the bitch’s cunt out.

“What a big boy!” John mused and the room laughed with him. Dean was too far
out of it to have reacted. “I’m positive after all this…exercise, the bitch
will be able to take it. But I think we should give the pup a little more
insurance.” John paused as the room waited to hear what he had to say. “I think
a fist-fucking will do nicely.”

The crowd hollered their approval and John found Sam’s eyes. Sam set down the
camera and went to gather the supplies they would need. Since that first time
they’d indulged in fisting a few times but it was often so difficult to put off
their own climaxes before they could properly work Dean open to take a fist.
Even now they were both painfully hard having watched Dean be bred by stud
after stud for the last four hours or so. But they could wait a little longer
tonight.
Sam helped John lube up his right hand and when John brought four fingers up to
his bitch’s pussy, they disappeared inside, barely touching Dean’s skin. There
was a huge amount of come inside Dean and it gushed out around John’s fingers
to slide down to the floor as he easily slipped in to his knuckles. John was
startled when they popped in with much less pressure than normal. By this time,
Dean seemed to have roused a bit and figured out what was happening. The bitch
hated getting fisted, whimpered and cried every time they’d done it. This time
he would be very thankful considering what still lay ahead of him. Now he was
breathing hard, but was still relatively relaxed.

The observers cheered as John sank his hand into Dean up to the wrist. He
pumped a bit, then pulled out all the way only to shove his clenched fist back
inside. Amazingly, Dean took the punch-fucking with surprising ease and John
rewarded him with some firm rotations, scraping his knuckles across Dean’s
prostate. Dean moaned long and hard and shuddered with another dry climax after
only a few passes.

But was it enough? John was still worried. He beckoned Sam over with jerk of
his head.
“Can you see what the other breeds left are? Are they bigger than the Irish
Wolfhound?”

“Hold on, let me check,” Sam said, then disappeared off-stage while John
continued to work his forearm inside Dean. He was in almost to the elbow when
Sam came back and bent low to report.

“Dad, there’s a Great Dane,” Sam said with a grimace.

Oh boy. A Great Dane? Those things had cocks the size of John’s bicep. He was
confident Dean could take the girth of the shaft, but the knot? They needed
more.

He was going to have to use his other hand.

John quickly informed Sam of the plan in hushed tones while the crowd enjoyed
John punching his entire forearm into an exhaustedly compliant Dean, pulling
all the way out, then punching it in again. They all fell silent, however, when
Sam started lubing up the other hand.
John started to slip the middle finger of his left hand in next to his wrist.
Dean hadn’t been this tight for a long time, but soon John had four fingers
cradling the palm already inside. Dean, for his part, began letting out
guttural groans while John slid the fingers around his embedded fist, inching
them in slowly. Deciding a full-frontal attack would be the best course of
action, John pulled out of Dean completely. He made a fist with his right hand
and set it inside his left palm, making one massive fist.

The knuckles of his left hand met the slick, swollen flesh of the bitch’s
pussy. In moments that flesh was open wide around the crown of the double-fist.
It yawned wider as John pushed in, despite Dean’s plaintive cries. John tried
to make his hands as small as possible to push through and into Dean’s ass, but
it was tough, slow work. Everyone held their collective breath as John gave a
few firm shoves and with one long, drawn out slide, his hands were inside.

Breathless, primal keening rattled around in Dean’s belly and rolled up his
throat in strangled huffs. The feeling inside the displayed boy was
indescribable, molten and womb-like, Dean’s body fighting to both expel and
covet John’s intrusion. Sam hovered at his side, capturing every twitch and
groan on camera. After long minutes making only small movements, John began to
move. Tenderly, almost like working dough, he made circular motions and kneaded
the muscles from the inside out. He experimented, flattening one hand and
attempting to slide it out. With a little work he managed it and so John set
about stretching the bitch-hole to take even more.
While he worked, John murmured encouragements, low enough that only Dean, Sam,
and the camera could hear. Whether or not Dean could hear him through the haze
of exhaustion and hormones was another matter entirely. ”That’s it, Dean. Come
on, take me inside. Your hole is just there to be used however we see fit. Your
only choice is to open up,” He churned his fists. “That-a girl, come on. You’re
doing so well, taking me after you’ve taken all those studs. You’ve only got
two left, but they're big boys. I’m helping you prepare for them, you just have
to let me.”

John spent close to another five minutes working Dean’s cunt before carefully
sliding first one hand out, then the other amid the claps and calls of the
audience. It was time.

Sam handed him a towel and John turned to face the people. “Did you enjoy
that?” More cheers and applause. John put his now-dry hands on his knees and
spoke directly to Champ, who’d been prancing around as though he knew what was
coming. His bright red cock had dropped all the way and he was ready to go.
“All right, buddy, it’s your turn now. I opened the bitch up nice and wide for
you to sink your knot into. Go on, boy!”

The dog needed no further urging, launching itself immediately at the well-used
bitch. It wrapped its forelegs around Dean’s rounded belly and didn’t miss the
target even once thanks to how open the bitch’s cunt was. The first few minutes
were easy, the dog’s cock plowing through Dean’s bitch-tunnel fast and hard.
Then came the knot, but because of John’s work on Dean’s hole, it popped in
just as easily as the others had before it while stretching the entrance to the
bitch’s cunt wider than before. The dog settled and pumped its come deep inside
Dean through its twitching dick, and John could swear the pup was completely
full. When the Irish Wolfhound pulled out ten minutes later, John was proven
right as what seemed like a river of semen rushed from the broken-in hole.
Champ shuffled over to the edge of the crowd to lick himself while Dean was
left panting on the edge of passing out. But there was one last stud he’d have
to take before he could rest.

“Just one more, pup. He’s very big, but you’re stretched out enough to take
him. This last one and then we can go home and sleep for as long as you want.
You can even sleep on the bed for being such a good girl,” John said softly as
his index finger traced around the puffy rim of the bitch’s hole. Dean didn’t
respond, but shifted just a bit into the touch. “That’s it, you’re such a slut
for it. Can’t wait to take this last knot, can you? Even after more than twenty
cocks you’re still asking for it.” He tugged a bit at the entrance, hooking a
finger in and pulling outward. Dean gave a thin sigh. It was time.

The Great Dane was colossal.  It sauntered over to Dean and stood nearly twice
as high as the bitch on all fours. It circled, sniffing and licking while the
spectators egged him on, taking its time get every other stud’s scent off of
Dean before it claimed him. Finally it came to stand behind Dean, using its
tongue to wash away all trace of the others. After what seemed like an eternity
it reared up on its hind legs – it was nearly as tall as Sam – and shuffled
forward to line up its hips. Already its cock was out, proud and immense,
probably around a foot long. Dean had taken John’s arm so the length was going
to fit in easily. It was the knot that John had a feeling wouldn’t go in
without some work, but he was determined to make it happen. He slipped between
the two dogs to pour some more lube into Dean and gave his rim a quick coating.
As soon as he was out of the way, the dog began quickly thrusting his hips,
looking for the cunt he was going to breed.

After only two misses, the broad head sunk inside and the stud hilted itself in
one fluid motion. In no time, the knot grew enough to make the dog’s thrusts
difficult. A hush fell over the room as the Great Dane threw its hips against
Dean’s, pushing and pulling through the opening. Dean had seemingly woken up
enough of grunt and moan as his body was forced to accept the intruder. The
stud began thrusting slower but more forcefully and finally the bitch’s cunt
gave up the ghost, yawning hugely and reluctantly swallowing the knot.
Dean began keening behind his gag as the dog continued with small thrusts as it
emptied itself inside. It took the Great Dane nearly ten whole minutes to even
turn ass-to-ass he pumped so much come into the bitch under him.
John looked over Sam’s shoulder to make sure he was recording the best part,
the way the  pucker of the bitch’s pussy distended around the enormous knot it
was keeping inside. The bulge was incredible, even without the stud pulling.
The rim fluttered weakly and spasmed for the twenty-five minutes the dog tied.
John was pretty sure Dean browned out from how lax his body went, but his
breathing was even so there was no need to rush the stud.
 
When he did pull out, it was sure a pretty sight. The bitch groaned as the stud
pulled its deflated knot out – it had gone down enough to come out, but it was
still damn large. Dean’s hole gaped wide open and it was easy to see the store
of come the dogs had deposited into their bitch. Some of it trickled down the
bitch’s thighs toward the puddle of semen and impotent bitch-juice Dean had
shot out over the course of the night, but most of it stayed inside the bitch,
exactly where it belonged. Still, the pup’s cunt was open enough John could
probably fist him and barely touch the rim. Maybe horses were a real
possibility. Wouldn’t that be a sight?
John ran his hands all over Dean, soothing him with soft encouragements as he
undid the buckles and Sam brought over a blanket to wrap up the exhausted and
thoroughly fucked-out bitch. The bitch drooled, catatonic with unseeing eyes as
John slipped his tail plug back in and tucked the edges of the blanket in under
his arms.
“You are amazing, pup. All these studs bred you up good. Can you still feel all
their come inside?” John rubbed Dean’s distended belly; he looked like he was
about to drop a litter right there. “Once you’ve slept, we’ll watch this video
together while Sammy and I are fucking you, or maybe I’ll double fist you
again. We’ll watch it, and you can see how other people see you – as the
perfect bitch.”
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