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How embarrassing. I'm not a virgin. Just inexperienced.

I sigh towards myself. My heavy eyes look back towards me from the reflection of my screen. My sorry existence just craved sex, and I'm still sorry.

My fingers finally worked my mouse as it pressed the blue post button. God is sick of me, I know it.

I sighed again. I didn't know if I was feeling a pending doom or the thrill of my vibrator….it was probably both.

“Horny mutt in your area” with 2 heart emojis should get the message across. I'm not particularly picky. Just horny.

As much as I would love to close my eyes and imagine the number of people on Craigslist thirsting over my post, I only got one reply. This was still enough to make me shake my hips like some dog.

B3GCRY: “Hello mutt ;)”

I could feel a crinkly smile appear on my lips as my face got hot. My hands were racing quickly to go back on my keyboard to reply in desperation.

Dog_for_rail: “Hello, daddy <3”

I think this is how most people would reply?

B3GCRY: “I saw in your post that you've been wanting to meet with people who are “willing”. Is there a meetup spot you have in mind?”

Dog_for_rail: “How about the Mule Bar at 7 pm?”

B3GCRY: “I’ll meet you there, puppy.”

That was surprisingly fast and easy. Maybe I just threw out internet safety 101, but what can I say? My membrane is fried.

This bar was always crowded. Even on a Monday, thanks to the local college.
With a couple of shuffles past the rowdy jocks and older sporty clientele, I found myself at the back table by the exit. My eyes kept looking at the time on my phone every few seconds. I tried to look unbothered and nonchalant about this whole sex thing. My eyes dart at the door as the same description of my mystery date (if you can even call it that) would appear.

“Dog?” A voice asked as I was snapped out of my cursed anticipation. There he was. I just nod slowly. My cheeks hurt from smiling already. I'm just grinning like a fool.

Tan-skinned and tall. The described forest green button-up and tan pants. Both of our eyes studied each other until our gazes finally met properly.

“It’s nice to meet you in person.” Their eyes observe me once more. “I hope you don’t bite.”

The lump in my throat finally fell to my stomach as I finally had the balls to speak.

“What’s your name?” I couldn’t help but ask. This is a stranger I just met online after all. He could be some crazy psycho ready to mount me on the wall with his other victims.

He seemed to smirk at my attempt to play it safe. They couldn’t help but laugh at my own naivety.

“My name is Strade. It’s nice to meet you, buddy.” Their voice was kept low, as if trying to keep the outside world away from our perverted reasons to be here. “Is this your first time doing this?”

“I’m not a virgin…I just haven’t met people on Craigslist.”

“Craigslist is full of creeps, you know?” The German’s tongue flicked against their teeth with a heavy emphasis that he wasn’t one of the freaks on the internet. “You’re lucky that I caught you, welpe. I don’t like to mistreat pets.”

There was an innocent huff of relief as I relaxed. I’m so dumb for trusting so easily, yet I was strangely comforted by his words.

“Relax, buddy. We will have a good time.” Strade’s head soon got close to my face. Such piercing eyes. Hunting for the perfect prey. “You have such a pretty mouth.”

The tingles under my skin seem to shock me as a rough thumb drags across my lips before I cautiously press soft kisses on the digit. A pleased chuckle breathes into my ear, and a kiss stamped on my forehead siren calls me to the rocks.

“Let's go to the bathroom, hm? I want to see you a little more before we get serious.”

I’m breathlessly pliant as I follow behind the man. We didn’t hold hands. Somehow, that felt dirtier than knowing the fact that this just asked to see my bare body in a public restroom.

I only felt safe as the door locked behind us.

It was one of those single-use restrooms. One of everything. Two of us.

My fingers nervously play with my sweater. My eyes awkwardly stare at the vandalized mirror. I was to speak again, but I was quickly silenced with a hand on my mouth. I kept my eyes on the mirror, watching the sudden crazed look in this guy’s eyes.

“Are you going to keep quiet for me, pet?”

I didn’t say anything.

“Good. What a good dog. Maybe I don’t have to muzzle you. Not yet at least.”

Yelling should have been my instinct reaction, but I'm dumbfoundedly silent for once.

He was almost caring with the way he gagged me. His free hand had its fingers drag against my neck, dragging slowly. He seemed to find the vein he wanted as an unfamiliar syringe poked me.

I didn’t remember much. Just the warmth and smell of sweat.

I just found myself naked with a cold collar around my neck. Nauseousness seemed to plague me as I coughed and gagged on my own drool. The floor seemed soft under me. The cage I was in rattled as I finally noticed who was watching.

“Did you have a good nap?” Strade asked me as if it were the most normal thing in the world. I’m still silent. What do I even say about this powerless situation?

Another crumbly snicker left his dark lips. His feet got off the top of the cage and out of the wooden chair he was sitting on. A glass beer bottle pressed against his lips while he watched his newly found animal.

Soon enough, one of his leather boots would bang against the cage, making me yelp and whine. The sound hurts my ears. My head was throbbing. Pounding with discomfort.
“Does your head hurt, süße Sache?” Stade’s head tilted as their boot kept it against the metal containment. He looked down at me like some bizarre discovery. “I’ll get something to fix you.”

His weight was finally off the cage, and his boots hit the sad concrete floors. There was a lonely white fridge against the wall with a mix of magnets and old photos. Stade’s beer was still cradled between two fingers as he opened the fridge. Its dim light hit his face with a matching low hum. He mutters to himself before pulling out a half-full bottle of what I think is medicine.

The fridge closed behind him, and he walked back towards me. I watched him go on his knees, facing me. His hands would fumble with the padlock on the cage door. My hands and knees crawl forward, almost willingly. Pathetically.

“Come here.” He softly demanded. His palm was out for me. I could have bitten him now, yet I chose to submissively rest my chin on his hand. A gentle, sadistic grin spreads on his face.

“Precious. I think Craigslist has given me a good deal for once.”

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It's been a week since my kidnapping. I was in between stressing out about my life now and knowing that I didn't have to worry about it anymore.

It felt nice, even if it was embarrassing to admit.

“Hallo puppy.” A familiar voice spoke above the cage, tapping it lightly before opening its metal gate.

Of course, Strade knew that I wasn't a real dog and that I had needs. So, things changed. Like the metal shock collar around my neck. However, it led to more freedom around the house.

Around 9 am, I was woken up and allowed out of the basement. Then I was sent to bed when Strade wanted. Follow the rules. Obey. Be a good dog.

The simple rule was that I had to be on my hands and knees when he was home. Or else it was another shock to the neck.

It turns out that there was another “pet” in the house.

Ren.

A meek fox boy in my similar position, but he was the veteran here.

“What good pets I have.” Strade would coo. His rough hands petting out heads with a strange roughness that comforted me.

“Have you been treating the dog nicely, Ren?” Strade asked his fox with a smile. His legs spread as he sat on the couch. My chin was resting on the larger man's thigh.

Ren would nod. His eyes were wide with what seemed to be fear and obedience.

“You know…I have a very important thing I have to do today. I'll need both of you to help me.” Strade's German accent couldn't help but accentuate the lust in his eyes.

Ren's eyes went wide. He knew what Strade spoke of. Strade looked at Ren with a raised brow before giving the fox a shushing motion.

Ren would nod. Obeying his master.

I gulp. There was a deep, pitted erotic feeling hitting my gut and my brain. A cocktail of fear and excitement is enough to get a person drunk to do anything taboo.

Ren and I pretty much stayed at the ground level of the house all afternoon while Strade was in the basement. I felt nervous. I felt like I was going to piss myself…or maybe it was just me trying to not get myself wet at the thought. Truly, this was a house of perversions.

Around 5 pm, we were called over. The German had his arms crossed with a toothy smirk.

“No need to be on your knees yet, my Haustieres. Not yet.”

Ren's tail would twitch almost violently behind him, lightly dusting the floors in small wisps.

“Come on down…you know the drill, Ren. We are going to show our new bitch how it's done, ja?”

“Yes…” Ren responded before following behind Strade.

From the stop steps of the basement, it all looked so intimidating. The lights were dim, but I couldn't help but notice a stronger glow downstairs.

Soft groans from the stairs announced my following of the two in front of me. It seemed to also announce the people watching.

There weren't any people downstairs.

Just a large camera and a laptop on the wooden counter by the fridge.

I couldn't help but feel glued to the endless stream of comments popping up.

I was snapped out of my trance when Strade's hand landed on my shoulder. I felt a bit put off by the cloth mask on Strade's face.

“Come on, puppy.” Strade's voice was only slightly muffled as the mask would only cover his nose down to his chin.

I only nod as I'm guided to stand in front of the camera next to Ren.

Strade kept himself behind the camera, fixing it as he made sure it took in us both.

He seems to eye the laptop; his eyes smile at the positive attention he is getting.

“Welcome back to my stream, like usual. As you can see, we have a new guest here. Wave hi, puppy.”

I nervously wave hello. I could feel sweat pooling on my forehead as I eyed my own reflection from the lens.

Strade finally walks towards Ren and me.

“We won't do anything too crazy. Just a good introduction to my newest pet.” Strade chuckles at the camera.

“Now strip,” Strade commands Ren with a strict tone. Ren doesn't sigh or pause. He just takes off his clothes. Strade watches with glee before looking at me.

“Strip.”

I paused. My breath hitched, but I nodded. I didn't follow because Ren did or because I'm such a pathetic bitch. No. It was because of the hunter's knife poking out of his pocket.

Strade laughs at the pathetic look in my eyes before looking back at the camera.

“Very obedient, ja? Now this shouldn't be too hard to understand.” Strade's voice trails off as he undid his fly and dug out his thick cock. He jerks it a bit in his hand as it twitches with some precum leaking.

I couldn't help but gulp at the size in front of me.

“Get on your knees, my loveliest Schlampens. Both of you seem excited.”

Strade seemed to catch on to us as we both wanted to hide our obvious excitement. Yet we both shamefully drop to our knees.

Our eyes seem to meet before Strade's cock seems to get in the middle of the little moment.

“You both can start sucking. Just make sure to share.” Strade placed a hand on the back of my head, gripping on whatever hair I had to pull me closer to his leaking member.

The smell of sweat and precum was salty and strong as my nose pressed against Strade's hairy pubes. Strade smiles, watching Ren light lick up his tip while I'm forced to look up at Strade.

He seemed to let go after a while and allowed me to explore. I start with my nose nuzzling against his cock before pressing kisses on the sensitive skin.

I couldn't stop myself as I got bold and began to lick. My tongue and Ren’s touch from time to time in a silent comfort.

Strade's breath would hitch. A sharp canine dug into his lip, causing him to bleed a bit. He didn't mind at all.

Ren and I seem to get more into it as we shared Strade’s twitching cock. Ren's lips drooled over the other's balls while I found myself sucking at the tip. My toes curl as I slowly take in more. My tongue swirls around and laps at the underside. My cheeks were starting to sore from how hard I was trying to suck. How hard I was trying to please.

This slow pace was cut off by Strade grabbing my head and bucking forward. I gag, almost throw up at the amount of meat in my mouth. His throat flexed as it tried to relax and mold around the cock in my mouth.

“Tastes good, bitch? I know it does you, little bitch in heat. Such a good bitch for the camera. Here I thought you were a virgin, but you're such a wet whore underneath.”

My nose twitches, struggling to breathe as my eyes flicker in and out of pain and pleasure.

A surprise feeling made my mouth tighten as I felt an unknown tongue lick my chest. I fight back a shaky moan as Ren's tongue flicks my nipple. It felt rough yet so soft. The texture was not human but welcomed.

“I have such…good pets.” Strade breathes out. His chest inhaled what air it could as his face tinted red.

I couldn't help but moan on Strade's cock. Strade's hips messily thrusting into my mouth while Ren seemed to happily suck on my chest and palm me.

What a lucky dog I am.

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No cameras at this time. Something personal and delicious for both pets and the owner.

“That looks good, hm, Ren?”

Ren nods. His sharp canine dug into his soft lips with utter hunger in his eyes. His tail silently flickers behind him. I don't even know if he's hungry for the whipped cream or me at this point.

Strade chuckles before making sure the rope holding my wrists and ankles tightly is keeping me from closing them together. Making sure I don't wriggle around too much or dare ruin the fun.

A metal bottle was taken off the nightstand with a small shake from Strade's wrist. I couldn't help but close my eyes yet open them in curiosity. It was a mistake as I found myself squealing at the cold foamy texture on my privates. My legs shake, yet unable to escape.

“Keep still.” Strade coos in fake tenderness before putting some on my nipples, making sure he goes for the sensitive areas of my body.

My chest heaves inwards before going outwards in a shaky breath.

Strade soon seemed pleased with how much I was struggling before looking at Ren.

“Lick it,” Strade commanded as usual, and Ren followed as usual.

Ren was eager with his soft, rough tongue. It was somewhat painful on my sensitive throbbing tip but was easily soothed by Ren's saliva.

Strade soothes my hair while watching me whine and whimper. Unable to close my legs while Ren sucks hungrily between my thighs.

My eyes close and open, in between pleasure and the pain of Ren's sharp fangs teething on my sweetened flesh.

“You're taking this so well, welpe.” Strade whispered before scooping up some whipped cream off my nipples and licking it off his index finger in such a casual manner.

Ren lifts his face. The sickly-sweet scent of my fluids and cream residue on his lips.

“You want more, Ren?”

Ren nods with an impatient “yeah”, which causes Strade to laugh.

“I can't have you finishing up so quickly now?” Strade's rare, gentle smile distorted back into one of malice before shaking the can of whipped cream again.

The bed silently creaks as he finds himself on the other side next to Ren.

“Here you go, buddy.” Strade purrs out before lining the can at my bottom entrance. I wince at the plastic tip trying to enter. Strade was generous enough to use some of the cream as some diabetic lube. I hiss at the feeling of the nozzle having its tip inside of me. My lips tremble before jolting at the sudden coolness inside of me.

Strade grabs one of my thighs, pulling me closer to him, making sure all his work of teasing the nozzle inside of me didn't go to waste.

“Keep still now,” Strade muttered before slowly pulling the nozzle out with a small trail of cream on my taint.

A kiss lands on my thigh, one of how pleased Strade was with my behavior.

He gets back towards my right side, finally taking off his pants to get more into the action.

Ren was back between my legs, licking my taint and slowly trailing down to my asshole.

Strade placed his cock by my face, and yet before I could eagerly suck, he pulled my hair a bit, holding me back.

“Not yet, liebe.”

My lips are still open, silently gasping as Ren's tongue flicks around.

He shakes the can in his hand again, this time spraying some on that fat, well-endowed cock of his, making it look more appealing than usual.

Once he puts the can back on the nightstand, he drags his tip against my lips, enjoying the hot breath dragging from my mouth.

My lips were painted with cream and Strade’s precum. I couldn't help but keenly lick it off my lips.

I knew Strade was happy with my desperate behavior. Happy with the desperate slut he's built within the month.

He knew I was a pathetic panting bitch in the bedroom. It's what he called me. I'm sure Ren knew well enough as his tongue started to swirl inside me, making me moan. My arms struggle against my own pleasure.

But I couldn't help but jolt with how easy Strade's sugarcoated cock forced its way in. My nose was practically breathing into his pubes.

Of course, I choked. Gagged. My throat flexes around the creamy treat in my mouth.

My body jolts again. Strade's thick fingers smack at the tip of my privates while I helplessly groan on his meat stick.

There was a tightness growing in my stomach. The feeling of wanting to burst as Strade's hips thrust and fingers smack. Ren's mouth was doing desperate work for whatever I had left inside of me. His claws left more scars, like usual, on my butt and thighs.

My mind felt itself melt, stuck between two men pleasuring me. One was doing whatever he wanted, while the other was obediently obeying.

I could feel myself tense. Another large moan seemed to vibrate on Strade's penis while I came. Ren was the useful one to lick me clean like always, as I would when he was in my situation.

My mouth sighs in the air as Strade pulls out. He wasn't done as he and Ren switched places.

Strade's cock found itself inside easily due to Ren's licking, leaving me agape.

Ren had no issues using my mouth. Pulling my hair and thrusting in a way that almost mocked how violent Strade could get into bed. It was worse with how the fox’s claws dig into my scalp with ease, no care if I actually bled.

Strade grunts, thrusting into me. My body felt like static, riding on the orgasm I just had and the feeling of what was either pee or more cum.

Strade pulls himself close. His arms and hands were by my sides as he kept grinding inside of me. His mouth nipped at my chest. Licking whatever sweat and sweetness was left on my chest.

“You feel so warm, puppy.” Strade grunts out with a heavy breath. His belly presses against mine as he sweats.

Ren was sweating as well. His pale face is pink with pleasure as his cock slips in and out of my hot mouth.

“I'm so close,” Ren whines as his skinny hips buck more. Strade nodded in agreement as he kept thrusting into me. His lips worshiped my neck before biting, making sure I knew that all his pleasure came with pain.

God, I felt so dizzy. My eyes flutter with the need to cum again, and two dicks inside of me. Especially that hot feeling of blood going down my forehead. Ren was quick to lick it off his fingers. His face said that something about it tasted better than whatever sweetness he had that day.

I'd probably be stuck here all day until I'm a sticky, bloody, and purple mess.

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You look down at your superior.

For the first time in forever, it feels like he looks up at you for the first time.

Seeing Strade on their knees was so strange.

It was like seeing a tiger getting its ass beaten by a kitten.

“I didn't mean to, meine Süße…” Strade muttered before putting his head on your leg, nuzzling it like a degenerate. You're degenerate.

The drug store bag was still next to you. You look down at it and sigh. Your privates…uncomfortable.

Especially with the bottle of Vagsil, ointment, and your favorite snack spilled out of its plastic containment.

You roll your eyes. You couldn't help it. It was kinda his fault about the…cough…yeast infection after the whipped cream.

God, if Ren were in the room, he would have been laughing his ass off.

Strade whines between your legs again. The view wasn't that bad, to say the least.

Once again, you sigh before you put a hand on his head, ruffling his dark brown locs of hair.

Strade immediately smiles before pouncing on you and hugging you like a stray animal.

“Oh, Haustier! I knew you'd forgive me!” He was quick to change into a playful growl. His large hands are gripping your torso. “Maybe I can help you shower, no?”

You gulp…it's not like you can say no to that face.