Day 1 – Mouth Service

The sun had barely set when the dogs’ attention shifted.

After hours of being relentlessly fucked from behind, your body was sore, your hole gaping and leaking thick dog cum onto the dirty blanket. But the dogs weren’t finished.

The black Lab approached first, his red cock still half-hard and dripping. He stood over your head, paws on either side of your face. You knew what he wanted.

You hesitated only for a second.

The Rottweiler growled low behind you — a clear warning.

You opened your mouth obediently.

The Lab didn’t wait. He thrust forward, sliding his slick, tapered cock straight between your lips. The taste was strong — salty, musky, slightly bitter. His hips jerked erratically as he began fucking your face with the same wild energy he used on your ass.

You gagged hard as he pushed deeper, the pointed tip hitting the back of your throat. Drool and pre-cum immediately spilled from the corners of your mouth, running down your chin and neck in messy strings.

“Good boy…” you heard Dorothy’s voice from somewhere near the house. She was watching from the patio with a glass of wine in her hand.

The Lab didn’t care about your gagging. He kept thrusting — fast, shallow, animalistic — until his knot started to swell against your lips. He pushed forward harder, forcing the swollen bulb partially into your mouth, stretching your jaw painfully wide.

You whimpered and choked around it, tears streaming down your face, but he held it there, pulsing, shooting thick ropes of cum straight down your throat. You had **** but to swallow desperately, gulping loudly while more cum leaked from the sides of your mouth.

When he finally pulled out, you gasped for air — coughing, drooling, cum bubbling from your nose.

You barely had time to recover before the Rottweiler took his turn.

He was bigger. Thicker. Meaner.

He mounted your face aggressively, his heavy cock forcing its way into your already sore mouth. He fucked your throat with deep, powerful thrusts, his balls slapping against your chin with every push. The tip of his cock bullied its way past your gag reflex, making your throat bulge visibly.

You were nothing but a warm, wet hole for them.

For the rest of the night, they used your mouth repeatedly.

They took turns — one fucking your face while the other rested, then switching. Sometimes they both stood over you, taking turns shoving their cocks into your mouth, sometimes trying to push both tips in at the same time, stretching your lips obscenely.

By midnight, your voice was completely gone. Your jaw ached terribly. Thick strands of dog cum coated your tongue, throat, and face. Your metal chastity cage was painfully tight, leaking continuously through the tiny hole from the constant humiliation and prostate stimulation.

Dorothy came to check on you one final time before bed.

She crouched outside the kennel, shining a flashlight on your cum-covered, broken form curled between the two dogs.

“Look at you…” she whispered softly, almost proudly. “Using that pretty mouth so well for your doggy boyfriends. This is only Day 1, Slutcunt.”

She smiled.

“Tomorrow they’ll be even rougher with that throat. Sleep well.”

She stood up and walked back toward the house, leaving you locked in the kennel.

You lay there exhausted — face pressed against the Lab’s belly, the Rottweiler’s heavy cock resting against your cheek, still twitching occasionally. Your mouth wouldn’t close properly anymore. Cum kept leaking from your lips every time you breathed.

Only two more days left of your “goodbye.”