My Step-Dad Castrated My Boyfriend!
 
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In a quiet suburb of a modern city, a college student named Alex's fingers danced across the keyboard in a familiar, affectionate cadence. The husky was talking with his big, studly wolf boyfriend, Magnus, as they spent their summer break back in their respective hometowns. Alex's old bedroom had been converted into a mancave for his step-dad, Tad, and Magnus was enjoying poking fun at the posters of bikini-clad poodles and old sports trophies that the rottie had accumulated back in his glory days. Despite the cringiness of it all, the scent of old leather and cigar was a pleasant spice in the air, a comforting background to their digital intimacy. With a mixture of excitement and trepidation, Alex unwrapped the Kraft box that had arrived earlier that day, revealing a wide metal hoop that could fit around the husky's neck. It thrummed in his grasp as he held it up.
[Turn it on, babe!] The chat window pleaded, and Alex complied, his thumb caressing the smooth metal band as it began to glow with a faint, azure light. The center of the hoop began to distort, swirling with static and dust as the portal's connection established itself. Alex squealed excitedly, knowing exactly what was about to happen. Unfortunately, that squeal alerted Tad that something was amiss, and he heard the rottie shout for him upstairs.
[AWESOME I CANT WAIT JUST GIEV MEA SEC< LAWN WORK :( ] he typed, slapping the enter key and skipping out of the room.
After the sound of the lawn mower started, the stairs creaked with the weight of Alex's step dad. Tad lumbered into the room, his mind set on the virtual battlefields of fantasy football. The rottweiler was wearing a light green polo with a popped collar, his gut hanging down over his belt. He scratched at his belly as he settled into the old worn leather office chair, confused about this new program Alex had installed on his computer to talk to his boyfriend.
Elsewhere, the wolf, not realizing who was on the other side of the portal ring, started pushing and wedging his surprise through the portal. He used one hand to cram his left nut down into the portal that sat flat on the chair between his thighs, his ball disappearing from view. With his other hand, he typed out a message to Alex.
[SURPRISE! JUTS FOR U BABY]The screen read. Tad blinked at it curiously, before something warm flopped against his wrist. He looked, seeing the glowing portal ring, now with a massive fuzzy ball emerging from it, rubbing against his wrist. He recoiled, yanking his arm back and staring as the big ball flopped over the edge of the portal, followed by a secondary one bulging up into the furry pouch from below. The furry mohawk that lined the cleavage between the two fuzzy boobs made it all click together in the straight rottweiler's brain, just as a big, merlot colored cockhead began to push its way up from the portal ring on his desk as well.
 
 
Tad was repulsed, wanting to fling the whole thing out the door, to eject it from his man cave. How dare Alex bring this, this WOLF COCK into his domain?! He stared at the cock, as inch after inch of the potently thick shaft slid up into view, the fleshy rocket launching at full ignition until it jutted nearly two feet out of the center of his desk. It was insane!. No wolf was THAT big!
But this one was. As Tad watched, his cock shriveling up in his sheath in inadequacy, the full extent of Alex's boyfriend unfurled up before his very eyes, rearing up, lolling loosely. There was a soft meatiness to it, and Tad knew from his own bone that the cock would be flopped on its side save for the bone inside. Still, the rottie marveled at the sheer size of it. What was Alex doing, scoring dong like this?!
[do anything u want im urs for 2 hrs keke🥰]Magnus said. Tad felt a wave of.. of something surge through him. He stared at the open offer to play with his stepson's boyfriend's wolfcock. The red shaft glistened, a spire of primal desire, unspent lust, and masculinity.
Wildly, he was considering it. Tad was alone for at least half an hour, and he'd never played with another man before. But this was a portal. Nobody would have to know. The wolf's huge balls were so meaty, so fat and heavy looking. He scooted his chair back over, touching the left one, tracing his fingers along the soft skin of the wolf's pouch. It was disgusting, the two balls together were larger than Alex's head! But as he cupped his hands under them, as he felt the sheer virility contained in them, he felt something click in his brain, something he'd never felt before. He could do anything he wanted with them. RIght now, these were HIS balls to play with.
He pulled the balls towards him, the portal sliding against the wood grain of the desk, and a blob of precum shivered off the tip of his shaft, enticing Tad as it drooled down its length. He leaned forward, and licked at it, not even really thinking about it. The wolf's cock tasted... good. Hot, salty, and a little briney. A little bit like corned beef. He lapped at it again, this time pressing his tongue against the middle of the wolf's shaft and licking up the length of it like a popsicle. Fuck, was this gay?
Tad reached down to adjust his pants, feeling under his gut to grip the thick length of his own cock. He tried not to think of the difference in size between the two. This wolf was an order of magnitude larger than him. His cheeks and ears flushed hot as he started lapping and licking, coating his tongue with the wolf's delicious cock flavors. God, he reacted fast. The wolf's dick surged upwards, jutting and throbbing to sharp, rigid attention, as precum began to flow freely from the tip of the wolf's cock. The sharp tang of the wolf's musk was already filling the room, and Tad was careful not to get the precum on his cheeks or lips, or his shirt. He didn't want to smell queer or anything. So he was sure to wrap as much of his wide, rough tongue around the wolf's cock as he could, stroking and flicking it upwards before gripping it again, just around the tip, just polishing the very end of the wolf's prized shaft. He wondered if this was how Alex did this, or if Magnus could tell that someone else was handling his meat. As he licked, his eyes settled on those large, ripe, offensively large testicles, hanging over the side of the desk.
 
 
He grasped the huge nuts, sinking his fingers into the wolf's hard flesh. The virile heat of them soaked into his palms, as his fingers strained to fully encapsulate the wolf's orbs. His cock throbbed as he squeezed them, feeling the ripe nuts throb against his hand, pulses of heat flowing through them. Each ball was as big, no, bigger than his entire sack AND cock together. It was obscene! The cock burped precum into his mouth, and Tad bobbed his head on it, tongue coiled and stroking rough-slick against hot flesh, gulping down the blobs of salty wolf precum.
The cock throbbed with each bob, thrusting upwards, and it took Tad a good couple minutes before he realized how that was happening. He twisted, tugging down hard on the fat balls as he pulled off of Magnus' shaft, watching the rock-solid prick sling precum against the wall paper as it bounced free of his mouth. The cock pistoned up and down, an inch or so of flesh jutting up into the air, and Tad realized that something larger was trying to force its way through. The knot.
Tad's fingers were too slick to be of much help, but he knew he needed to get that wolf's knot through the portal ring. An orgasm where you didn't knot something was infuriatingly unsatisfying, and even if Tad wasn't gay, he wasn't going to leave another male hanging like that. He stroked the wolf's shaft, pulling upwards, but the huge bulbs wouldn't slide their way through. Tad enveloped the wolf's prick, bobbing and licking and scouring the flesh clean, as it throbbed urgent and hard against his lips and tongue, as he got an idea. Peel the banana.
Tad opened the top drawer of the desk, with the humidor and pipe and matches in it. He pulled the wolf's huge balls over, letting them drop down onto the wooden box with a thwumph, and then slammed the drawer closed again. The big nuts almost cleared it, the wood crushing the top one third of the nuts against the desk itself. Tad leaned against the drawer, making sure that the wood applied an even pressure against the pinched nuts, as the computer monitor began flashing with sudden messages.
[WTF], [ALEX STOP], [PINEAPPLE PINEAPPLE PINEAPPLE]There would have been more, but Tad used his still-dry pinkie tip to turn off the UPS, shutting down the computer. He didn't know if Alex would see those messages when he got back, but Magnus would be thanking him in a couple seconds anyways. No pain, no gain, right?
Tad was gulping down the wolf's precum, straight from the tap, as easy to swallow as Bud Light, and cheaper too. He had started swallowing it down without even thinking about it, it just seemed natural, and now his tongue and throat were as slick with it as his fingers were. This dude was a beast. He needed something to really grip into the flesh of this huge, hard dong.
Fortunately, rottweilers are really great at holding onto things with their teeth. Tad bit down into the last six or so inches of dick, that was in his mouth, his front fangs puncturing into the hard flesh and clicking against the thick, solid bone that reached nearly to the tip of the shaft. Holding it, he stood up, tugging it up, even as he kept his drawer pinned closed with his knee. With his balls pulling down and the cock pulled up, there was twice as much pressure to pull the wolf's fat knot through the hole. The huge bulbs were crushed down into themselves, but they penetrated the portal, popping out the other side with an audible gurgle as they inflated.
This was what Magnus really wanted. Tad opened the drawer, pulling the wolf's huge nuts out of the desk drawer. One hand held Magnus' cock by the root, the sheath having been pulled through as well, and his fingers curled tightly around the thin boney flesh just under the knot, as his other roughly massaged and felt over the freed balls. They each had dents in their flesh, but even as he squeezed and probed with his finger tips, the flesh rebounded, filling out back into normal testicular shape. That was when he heard the back door slam upstairs. Alex was back.
"Tad, are you down there?" Alex chirped, and Tad could hear the husky bouncing down the stairs towards the den. He was about to find his step dad in his room, horking down wolf meat. Panis surged through him, as he turned back to the computer. He pulled the cock out of his mouth with a wet shlurp, precum squirting from the tip to festoon the computer monitor with a thick, gooey splatter. He searched the room, looking for somewhere to hide the cock, but there was nowhere. The doorknob began to turn, and Tad spun away from it, holding the oozing, leaking cock in his hand. And, just beyond that, his own meager erection, barely making a ridge in his pants line.
Thank god for the quick release belt buckle. He dissociated, watching his slippery fingers deftly undo his belt, pulling it and his zipper apart at the same time. A button clacked against the wall but that was an acceptable loss. He jammed the wolf's cock down into the darkness of the fly of his pants, stabbing himself in the groin with the fully loaded weapon.. He shoved it down, not caring where it went as long as it was not in his hands anymore, and it somehow ended up spearing into the waistband of his pants, sliding down into them and against his own cock. The heat and solidness of it crushed his own cock against his hip, sliding against his balls and then bulged along the heat of his taint. He pushed both hands against the portal ring and jammed it, feeling the cock flex as it hit the back of his pants, awkwardly bent downwards to follow the inseam of his right pants leg, as the door swung open behind him.
"Yards done, Tad!" Alex said, cheerily. The husky paused behind him, and Tad was sure that it looked weird, seeing his step dad struggling with something at his crotch. He had just gotten the portal in, and was pulling his balls over the front of it. "Do you want me to... uh... are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Tad said, as he straightened his back, wide shoulders tensing as he fiddled his belt back into its hoop. His mind spun; how was he going to explain this? He didn't have any other choice, he turned around, giving his stepson a goofy grin. "And you look bushed! I bet you're ready for the barbecue, eh?"
Alex was staring at his legs, at his right leg, the one with a huge wolf cock hidden behind it. "Uh, what's going on? Are you... what's all that..."
Tad could feel the wolf's shaft throbbing urgently, feel the heat of the wolf's libido throbbing against his own perineum. He started walking forward, his thighs crushing and grinding against the wolf's knot. A trickle of slickness was already soaking down the back of his knee, his calf, and the wolf's massive balls made a stupidly obvious bulge at his groin. "It's something I'm doing... as a surprise... for a certain you-know-who." Tad tried to laugh, but it came out as an alarmed sounding bark. "I didn't realize you'd be back so soon, sorry, you caught me."
"Oh, surprise?" Alex looked back to the computer, as Tad's hand guided him back towards the stairs. "Well, Magnus had a surprise for me too.."
"That's your big, strapping wolf, is it?" Tad said, as if he didn't have Alex's boyfriend's cock struggling to cum as it throbbed down the inside of his thigh. "I saw pictures. What a handsome stud he is, huh?"
"What?" Alex seemed confused, and clearly wanted to go back to the computer. "Well, there was a ring-"
"Oh I put it back in the box it came in, I figured you didn't want me spilling my fancy beer on it," Tad lied, as he climbed up the steps behind Alex. His pants creaked, threatening to rip as the denim crushed against the wolf's nuts with each step he took, flattening the mangoes against his inner thighs. He didn't know how he'd explain an exploding wolf testicle to his stepson, "So I have one more chore for ya. You need to go get chips and salsa and cheese for the barbecue."
"Aw, come on," Alex whined. He tried not to stare at the bulge in his stepfather's pants, trying to recognize the scent that was coming out of the rottie's mouth. "Maggie's going to bed in a bit!"
"I'm sure he can hold on for another couple minutes," Tad said, praying it was true. He couldn't tell, not with the way the cock was bucking and surging against his leg. He leaned against the kitchen counter, crushing the wolf's nuts against the marble to try and calm the hot stud down.
"Fine," Alex said, "Chips, salsa, cheese, plus more milk and hamburger buns. What about meat?" He said, grabbing the keys to Tad's Corvette, daring Tad to tell him to take the minivan instead.
"Uh," Tad said, and as he felt the sheer mass of the wolf's bucking cock throbbing against him, he realized that they didn't need to get extra meat after all. He smiled, slowly, and shook his head. "No, I think I'll use that meat grinder you got me for Christmas, and grind up some wild caught venison. You like venison, right, Alex?"
"Never had it before," Alex said, as he slipped dejectedly through the door. Whew.
Tad waited until the Corvette had peeled out down the road, and then slumped back against the kitchen sink, undoing his pants. He pushed them down, his cock flinging upwards, dark and purple and angry as the full mass of the much larger male collapsed at his feet. Tad squatted, picking it up, lifting the huge package in each hand and examining it. It seemed none the worse for wear, and he tried bending the solid bar of flesh, expecting it to flop loosely from a broken or cracked baculum, but it remained solid. He set it down on the cutting board, and felt up the huge mangoes, lifting each up as they hung over the edge of the counter and dropping them on the wood. Hmm. They felt... cooler than earlier. They were darker, too. He kneaded, massaged them as the wolf's cock spurted more and more precum, needfully. The balls weren't 'throbbing' the way they were before. They were definitely still sensitive - as he crushed them together, Magnus' cock flexed, hard, a squirt of pre slashing across the sink to hit the calendar on the wall, but they were definitely dying on the vine. He tugged at them, and realized why.
 
 
Magnus' knot was so swollen, so fat, that it was crushing the cords to his balls, purely with the firmness of its mass. The wolf could still feel pain and pleasure signals, but the 'blood' and 'cum' cords were choked off. Magnus must've tried to yank his cock back through the portal while Tad had that huge cock shoved down his pant leg, and now his hard, inflated knot was permanently jammed into the ring's unyielding chrome wall. It was dented in around the middle, bulging shiny and taut just outside it. Silly wolf. Tad would help him with that.
 
 
Tad wasn't gay, but he sympathized with the pain that the wolf must be going through. Every male dog had gotten their knot stuck in something, at some point in their lives. Tad had gotten his stuck in a Gatorade bottle. He roughly scraped his palms against the oozing, seeping tip of the wolf's shaft, and then gripped the cock, stroking firmly down and then pulling back upwards. He looked as if he was churning butter, an overweight dad in a polo grinding his arms up and down as he plunged his paws up and down along the wolf's cock. God, this was a lot of work!
 
 
Tad began to realize why Alex's grades were suffering, why he had dropped out of the badminton club. Taking care of this huge wolf junk every day must be exhausting. Poor Alex must be devoting hours of every day, tending to and dealing with this huge wolf beast. It wasn't right, Alex was far too generous and trusting to realize how this stud was exploiting him.
 
 
Tad's hands were hot and slick as he forced them up and down, the precum starting to dry out. He latched onto the tender flesh at the tip of the wolf's cock, gnawing on it, lashing at it with his tongue. He couldn't even taste it anymore, not with how it coated his teeth and tongue, but he was going to get this fucker off, and maybe if he was rough enough, mean enough, the wolf would break up with Alex. Alex would be heart broken, but he was a strong kid, he'd get over it eventually.
 
 
This 'Magnus' fellow was a distraction that Alex didn't need. Tad, though.. Tad needed it. The engorged tip of the wolf's shaft jutted against the back of his throat, and Tad wanted to gag. He wanted to gag, and he wanted... he wanted to swallow. He wanted to feel the meat slide down his throat. He imagined himself, deep throating the wolf's huge shaft, taking it to the knot, just for a moment, but that was enough. He pulled his head back as his jaws clenched together, feeling the very tip of Magnus' erection caught between his pre-glazed fangs.
 
 
Tad felt that tender, delicate, sensitive bit of flesh. Just a hint of the sheer size of Magnus' prong. He felt it there, throbbing needfully, and he bit down anyway. It came free in his mouth, just a sliver of flesh, hot and rubbery, and before he even had the chance to really examine it, Magnus came.
 
 
He leaned forward, resting his weight on his palms on top of the wolf's balls, feeling how cold and dense they were. Not dead, but suffering. The shaft throbbed, bucked, a visible bulge sliding down from the trapped knot to explode in his mouth. He pushed his mouth down just in time, feeling the small holes he had bitten in the wolf's cock earlier as his teeth sank into those holes again, and then hot fluid gouted into the back of his throat, down his belly.
 
 
Two streamers of salty cum jetted from his nose,as he felt the heavier pulse of wolf pudding punched its way down into his stomach. Tad tried to swallow, but there was nowhere to swallow the cum to, his throat and stomach already completely full. Another heavy spurt gushed out of his mouth, as gagged, jaws opening wide to disgorge the wolf's erection. He grabbed the spurting volcano of wolf meat, clenching his hands around the tip that was coated in the cake-batter thick cum. He tried to pinch it closed, but the next spurt shot up through his fingers and slammed into the paint on the ceiling, a dramatic rain of jizz cascading across the kitchen.
Tad slung the wolf junk through the air, javelinning the wounded tip of the dick directly into the sink. The spurting cock wedged into the garbage disposal, and the huge nuts slammed into the switch just above it, the grinder turning on with a hot, gargling roar.
 
 
Tad slammed a fist into the recycling bin and grabbed an empty milk jug, skidding on the floor as he raced back to the kitchen. The wolf's cock throbbed again, and the tip erupted from the garbage disposal, the force of its ejaculation forcing it up and away from the grinding, spinning blades just below. Tad couldn't tell if the blades had claimed any part of the pointed shaft, didn't have the time, as he stuffed the milk gallon into the cock. INTO the cock, the plastic opening meeting the shaft and stretching, forcing its way through the maimed tip of the wolf's dick.
 
 
It erupted into the plastic, Tad watching as another gout of wolf seed spurted directly from the wolf's urethra into the heavy plastic container, panting and gasping, hacking up a mouthful of wolf cum back into the sink. It sluiced down the drain as the cock next to him spurted more cum into the jug. No wonder Alex hasn't needed any food money, Tad thought, deliriously.
 
 
The cum drummed against the jug, bulging it out, and Tad realized that he was twitching, spasming too. He reached down, grabbing his cock, and his brain roiled with pleasure as he finally felt the orgasm he was having. He had come directly into his pants, without even touching himself?! Just because Magnus had cum? Just from feeling Magnus' cock throb in his hand? Just from biting off a tip of the end of his cock? Magnus shook that last question away.
 
 
No wonder Alex was aligned with such a foul beast, the stud was such a sexual dynamo that he probably corrupted everyone he met. Tad imagined a long string of broken hearted twinks, all with gaping asses and pregnant bellies, as Magnus blithely fucked his way through life. Well, he wouldn't do this to Alex!
 
 
Tad braced himself against the counter, buttocks and shoulders clenching as he pulsed his orgasm into his underwear, and reached up for the grinder. His slippery hands somehow kept hold of it as he brought it back to the counter, slamming it down. It didn't sit flat on the counter, and he lifted it up, finding one of the big wolf balls had a new circular imprint on it from the foot of the heavy metal utensil coming down directly in the middle of it. Oops.
 
 
He plugged in the grinder, then grabbed the paring knife from the knife block. The blade gleamed in the sunlight shining on it through the window, as next to him, the jug spurted cum, the jizz no longer able to fill the bloated container and instead spurting out around the stretched cockhole to flood the marble counter.
 
 
Tad jammed the knife right down into the middle of the scrotum, as the garbage disposal roared nearby. Cum flowed down into the sink from the spurting cock, and he dragged the knife crudely down the scrotum, the blade slicing between the two oblong testicles as it tore the scrotum itself in half. He tossed the blade to the side, and grabbed the flaps with either hand, yanking them to the side, baring the naked testicles, the heart of the wolf's virility to his lust-glazed eyes. They were even larger, naked and disrobed, the dark purple flesh still gleaming and shiny and slick.
He took the right one first, the one closer to the meat grinder, and lifted it up in his cum-soaked hands. He dragged it over to the grinder, hearing the plop as the cock pulled free of the jug, a hot wet spurt as another wave of Magnus' cum was lost down the drain forever. Soon to be in limited supply.
 
 
He slammed the testicle down into the meat grinder, feeling the rounded hopper scrape, hugging and holding the testicle in place. It was slightly too large to fit, and Tad slammed a palm down on the top of it like he was trying to get an old appliance to work again. The nut splurped into the hopper, and the output gate sputtered with a spray of pink flesh as the meat started to grind up.
 
 
Tad grabbed the cock, bringing it back to his mouth. He didn't care that his stomach was full, that his sinuses were full, that his mouth was still full of Magnus' cum, he wanted more. He used an elbow to keep the right nut from popping back out, feeling it sink inch by inch into those gears, as he forced his snout into the wolf's cock. The stretched opening was wide enough for his wide tongue to forcibly fuck down into it, and he lapped into Magnus' cock, pulling out slugs of cum.
 
 
It spurted again, another hosing, a faceful of seed, and Tad opened his fanged maws wide to catch it, before slobbering and lapping into the maimed end of the wolf's cock. In for a penny, in for a pound.
 
 
He could feel the cock vibrating in his mouth, could feel the tremors of the metal gears crushing into the solid testicle of the wolf shivering their way up the length of taut cords that led to the crushing knot, and then up that wobbling length of dick. He knew that with each second, Magnus' virility, his standing as a male, was decreasing and, if just by the quantity of masculine essence inside him, that Tad's standing as a male was increasing.
 
 
Righteously, he felt the right testicle shudder away under his elbow, the cord snapping back like a rubber band. Half of Magnus' ball meat was now just a pile of oozing, steaming pink flesh on the counter top. The right ball was totally destroyed now. He pushed it to the back of the counter with his hand, and then grabbed the left nut.
 
 
He was still swallowing, gulping even though there was nowhere for the cum to go, the liquid protein gurgling as he stuffed it into his intestines directly from his stomach. Magnus was still cumming, still cumming, even with one nut destroyed, even with the end of his cock maimed.
Tad bit into it in frustration, feeling teeth sink into the flesh of another male, and ripped backwards, pulling it free. As it tore free, more cum pulsed against his teeth, washing that bite of flesh down with them. He gurgled in frustration, glad now that he was ridding the world of this stud's influence, glad that he was bringing the global average of masculinity down a point or two by purging this outlier from the statistics. He was a hero for gelding this stud.
 
 
He picked up Magnus' remaining nut, the solid egg filling both of his hands, hot and potent, still trying to clench and spill its seed. The cords BULGED with it, pinched and trapped inside.
He could tell it wasn't big enough to fit inside the hopper, but he was going to make it fit anyways. It loomed between his paws, a formidable challenge swollen with the pride of its owner. Its weight dragged his paws down towards the orifice of the grinder, the taut outer shell of the testicle stretched thin, just to accommodate the sheer size of the organ. The Rottweiler's own masculinity surged with a possessive hunger as he positioned the orb against the grinder's eager orifice.
 
 
He pushed down but it would not go in. He twisted it, ground it, as Magnus' cock furtively spurted, the pulses weaker now, as the wolf's body pleaded with bolt after bolt of its seed to convince Tad not to do this. He needed to. His erection had never been harder, slick in the wad of his cum-soaked underwear, as his fingers scrabbled to find a way to get the ball inside.
 
 
He found a bulging flesh that lined the back side of the testicle, the epididymis, swollen with trapped seed. He crushed it between his fingers, and the taut balloon-like flesh ruptured, hot, raw semen spilling down into the funnel that led into the grinder. He bit into the cock in his mouth, chewing away more of it, the sides of the wolf's dong now hugging his cheeks as he clicked his teeth against the wolf's baculum.
 
 
He crushed, ripped loose the epididymis, and that was just enough to let that huge ball start to fit into the hopper. The room echoed with the crude symphony of grinding gears and wet, carnivorous chomping as Tad watched as Magnus' remaining testicle disappeared into the metal maw. It descended slower, as if the meat grinder had worn down in crushing the first nut into hamburger, and now lacked the power to take on this heavier, denser, more solid opponent. Its girth was simply too vast for the unforgiving steel jaws.
 
 
But Tad was resolute, his entire being concentrated on the act of desecration. He leaned into it, his substantial frame pressing down with force enough to distort the meaty globe, forcing it to yield to his will. It bulged out at the sides, just above the hopper as he forced the ruined flesh down into shearing, crushing, twisting metal.
 
 
Cum sputtered into his pants again, as he felt the thickest part of the wolf's last egg surrender to the blades. The pile of hamburger that was being spat out of the hopper was stunning, a nearly solid plug of crushed, mashed, ruined nut meat, oozing slowly out as it was forced through the grinder's body, just like the cum that was being forced through his body by the remnants of the cock in his mouth.
As the last of the nut, the top of it, sank out of view into the grinder, the orgasm that flared through him settled, the rottie sagging against the counter as the rush, the need to destroy the wolf passed.
 
 
The grinder sputtered clumps of meat onto the top of the pile. It was the last of Magnus' claim over Tad, or Alex, or anyone. Tad pulled the softening, wounded cock from his mouth. Cum drooled from the ruined end the log of heavy, thick, succulent meat, from where the head had been, now just a bite-savaged truncation at the end of an otherwise unmarred, beautiful, thick shaft. As the knot finally softened enough, Tad pulled it onto his side of the ring. Alex's step-dad reached for the fileting knife with one hand, as he held the meat in place with the other.
The scent of charred meat wafted through the air, thick and enticing, as Alex got out of the car, two plastic bags of groceries in hand. His nostrils flared, taking in the smoky perfume of barbecue, of charred meat. He noticed Tad standing by the grill, gently flipping the burgers with a spatula, a beer in hand, three more at his feet.
 
 
"You're back," Tad said, voice scratchy. Hoarse. "Better grab a plate, you're gonna love these!"
 
 
"Are you ok?" Alex asked, as he ambled over. Tad looked different. He had changed his shirt and pants, and his new shirt clung to his bloated stomach, the rottie's gut hanging out much further than usual. Alex nudged the six pack with his foot. "You look like you're full of beer suds."
 
 
"Well that's a fine howdy doo. Open up those buns," Tad replied, as the spatula scraped under the thick wad of meat on the grill. It was larger than a regular burger, thicker too, and hot juices steamed from the seared meat patty. He held it aloft, a carnivore's delight, as Alex fiddled with the bun bag. After the husky had opened one up onto a paper plate, Tad set it down, reverently on top. Alex reached for the relish, and Tad slapped his fingers with the spatula. "Try it plain."
 
 
"What? I hate plain meat," Alex whined, but Tad was glaring at him, so he reluctantly covered the burger with the bun. The burger extended out a good inch the entire way around the bun. It was huge. Alex remembered that Tad said it was venison, and, sighing, he brought it to his mouth. He didn't get why Tad was staring at him so intently, as he took a big bite out of the burger, but as soon as he tasted the cooked flesh inside, he knew why. "This is venison?" he asked, voice muffled with the greasy, savory, juicy hamburger meat. The rottie nodded, and Alex shoved another mouthful between his jaws, digging into it. "Damn, this is great. I think I've had this before!"
 
 
He watched as Tad scooped a second burger off the grill for himself, the second burger even thicker and wider. He set it on a paper plate, peeling off a piece with his fingers and popping it into his mouth. His hands were shaking. As he chewed on it, his eyes rolled back in his head, and.. and Alex watched as a wet spot appeared on the front of the rottie's shorts.
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Well, um, thanks, step dad," He said, as he turned away from Tad. He blushed as he stepped into the kitchen, quickly forgetting the awkwardness as he gagged at the potent scent of Pine Sol that was coating everything. Ugh. He hated that smell. He peeked outside, then opened up the fridge, intending to steal a beer for himself.
 
 
On the top shelf, mummified in saran wrap, was a long, red steak. Alex blinked at it, confused as he stared at it. It looked exactly like Magnus' cock. Well, not exactly like it. It was mostly the same, but this one coated in some orange rub, the kind that Tad liked to use for racks of ribs. It wasn't big enough to be a rack of ribs, though. Maybe a New York strip? Alex took another bite of hamburger, wondering why it tasted so familiar, and then groaned out loud.
 
 
"I thought we were out of milk!" he said, irritated that he had bought some when they still had a full jug of it here at home. He reached past the wrapped up steak and the cooling jug of milk and grabbed a Zima from the back of the fridge, the only beers he was allowed to have. Whatever. Tad was weird, the hamburger was delicious, and Magnus... Magnus was waiting to show him a present.
 
 
Alex skipped down the stairs, the burger half gone as he sat in the chair and turned on the computer. The room smelled funky, but fortunately the smell of charred meat was much stronger than the weird smell of horny rottweiler. He took another bite as he opened up the package, finding the portal ring resting inside it. He pressed the button, but the portal only blinked red along an imperceptible seam along its outer edge. He pressed it again, and got another soft red flesh. Dammit, it was out of battery? But he had only been gone an hour and a half, at most! Half an hour for the lawn, and an hour to go to the grocery store.
 
 
The computer was up, as Alex stuffed the last of the hamburger into his mouth. He opened up the chat client, waiting for it to load in as the computer struggled to connect to the internet.
 
 
[Ugh sorry I was afk, I had to do a bunch of stuff for my dad and now the battery of the portal is dead. WORSE DAY EVER! :(], he typed and hit enter. The little hourglass spun for a few seconds longer, then finally connected, and he started to get all of the messages that had been sent while he was offline.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
[my balls]
[i cant believe u that hurt you asshole lol]
[you bastard]
[ha you pulled my knot throug now you have to get me off!!1!]
[come on get me off how am i supposed to get my junk back now?!]
[come on you have to get me off now the battery only lasts two hours!!!]
[i tried to pull out but its locked on ur end press the button]
[this hurts so bad lol come on its not fun press the button]
[holy shit what are you doing]
[that feels amazing]
[gonna gum ;3]
[WTF]
[PINEALLPE]
[kejrj hotoivvh7890jl3r]
[what did you do to me]
[alex i cant feel anything]
[alex what did you do]
[i forgive you just unlock the pack so i can save my junk]
[the battery died]