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I hold up a shop, but the shopkeeper gets the better of me and makes a phone call. 'Spider just caught a fly', he says.
I find myself tied up and in a cellar, along with the shopkeeper and a man named Zed, as well as a huge Rottweiler. It turns out they won't be calling the cops, and have their own form of bestial justice.
Zed and Maynard laughed as the beast named Killer placed his front paws on my back, putting me face to face with the long furry sheath that was rigid along his stomach. A red and angry looking spear tip was protruding, salivating pre-cum onto the floor. I could feel his slobber dripping onto my back.
Zed got down and stuck his fingers into my mouth to hold it open, as Maynard took hold of Killer’s cock and directed it toward its destination.
“Destroy this mouth boy”, said Zed.
I closed my eyes as the tip of the invading weapon was shoved in between my lips with a growl from Killer.
A dog’s cock was in my mouth. I was nauseated, the vile tasting meat had me ready to throw up. That spear tip then fired out of the sheath and crashed into the back of my throat, the girth so immense I felt like my mouth might split open. Killer’s howls filled the room as he began to pump me hard and fast, his huge balls slamming into my chin again and again.
