Butch dragged me into the room by the collar and over to where Max was noisily slurping up his own piss, sweat, cum and ass juices from a bog bowl.
Butch put his foot on the back of my head and pushed my face into the bowl, knocking Max out of the way. I started to lap up the cocktail, my lips smacking in relish, messily splashing the concoction all over my face, suddenly more thirsty than I had ever been in my life, bathing and drinking as much as I could as fast as I could.
Max nuzzled his face against mine, eagerly lapping the cocktail off my face, nudging himself closer to drink from the bowl. Butch took his foot off my head once he was happy I wasn't resisting and stood towering over us, our leashes in his fist, that trademark insufferably smug, incredibly sexy, self-satisfied smirk on his fat, unshaven face. Once the cocktail was finished Max held my face in his fluffy paws and licked my face clean of the remaining mixture. I closed my eyes, opened my mouth wide, stuck out my tongue and licked his mouth back. We both moaned as our licking began to centre on each others' puffy, bruised, swollen lips and fat, wet tongues.
What had started as licking had become noisy, slobbering french kisses as we tried to fuck each others mouths with our tongues. Max's cock was semi hard and dripping again, despite what looked like several hours of continual fucking, whilst mine hadn't gone soft since I'd first inhaled the sexy, intoxicating stink of Butch's sweaty arm pit.
Our moaning and wet sloppy kissing increased as we rose to our knees, my paws rubbing his engorged tits, his on my ass, pulling me closer whilst spreading my ass cheeks wide apart, my hole gaping around the tail plug, making it wag violently.
With a surprised, strangled yelp we were wrenched apart as Butch yanked on our collars with such force we both landed on our backs, gasping for air as the wind was knocked out of us.
Zak dragged Max to the bench that Mike had been strapped to and easily manhandled him into position on his back, legs spread wide, feet licked into the stirrups, ass and chest raised, head bent back over the edge of the bench. Suction cups were applied to his tits, a smaller one sucked and bit on his nipples whilst a larger cup milked the surrounding tit flesh. Max groaned in wanton pleasure as the machine milked his tits hard, it looked like it was almost pulling his increasingly fat tits clean off his chest but his ass was drooling juice, as was his cock. Zak attached a device to the collar around Max's neck that randomly inflated it and squeezed his throat, this was followed by an 8" long, 2" thick dildo shaped like a dog's dick, knot and all. This was placed in his panting mouth and switched on. The sounds of a relentless throat fuck filled the air as Max was violated by the remorseless rhythm of the fuck machine. I watched helpless as his eyes rolled back in his head, he drooled helplessly around the dildo, as it made his throat bulge obscenely and a thick foam of spit and throat juices slowly slid down his face matting his hair.
Max's cock was fully hard now he had his throat stuffed with cock again. I licked my lips as Zak wheeled another machine into place, this had a suction cup with what looked like anal beads inside. The cup sucked his ass lips hard, stretching them into the cup a good inch or two and the beads slowly began to move in and out of his slutty boi pussy.
Through the throat fucking you could hear the primal moans coming from deep inside Max's chest as he came in a painful dry orgasm. Zak had one last trick up his sleeve as he trapped Max's balls in a vice and connected all of the devices to a computer. Then he clamped two bottles of poppers over Max's nose and attached electric shock pads to his ribs, shaven arm pits and the soles of his feet.
His work completed Zak came and crouched down besides me and whispered.
" Like what you see bitch? Once the machine is done with him, he won't be your boy any more, he'll be nothing but a mindless cum dump."
"It's reprogramming his body to crave cock." Zak reached down and squeezed my own hard cock painfully.
"Dad wanted you to watch, so you could see any last vestiges of manhood spurt out his useless clit before it goes soft forever and your son completes his journey to cum addicted cock whore."
The poppers were wearing off and the concoction in the dog bowl hadn't hit me yet. Butch was still stood over me but he was far enough away so I couldn't smell him and drinking from the dog bowl had washed away the taste of his sweat and cum.
The only thing I could see was my son, helplessly strapped to the table, machines methodically fucking him into oblivion as he babbled, drooled and choked on that mammoth doggy dick. His prick now limp, his balls utterly empty, methodically crushed by the vice as his tits were stretched past the point of no return, his nipples now easily an inch long and still growing. His ass hole had prolapsed into the tube, glistening red as the anal beads still sawed in and out, the biggest beads pressing his new cunt flesh tight against the walls of the tube, elicting whines of pleasure and pain.
I could no longer tell the difference between the two and torture of the vice crushing his balls, the collar choking his throat and the electro shock pads I'm not sure he could either.
Max, my 19 year old son, the star quarter back, the golden boy was now almost unrecognisable. Something had fundamentally broken in him. His cock was a limp little clit, his firm, muscular ass was now a jiggling booty, his once immaculate virgin ass hole was now a sloppy, loose cunt, always wet, always open, always hungry for cock. His pecs were now swollen budding titties, almost enough for a titjob, he always had full lips but now they were fuller and shiny, sex toy blowjob lips.
As I continued to watch his final, irreversable conversion something began to slowly grow deep inside me. It started with my ass muscles milking the dog tail butt plug, my ass lips grasping and sucking at the base with a mindless, desperate hunger. The feeling grew in my gut getting bigger and bigger, until it felt like a physical sensation, my belly started to visibly bloat, my tits and ass started to swell and my nipples got thicker and longer. My hard cock softened and grew limp for the first time since Butch had started that video of Max. The aching in my throat was now painful and I started to pant as I watched Max's ordeal.
I wanted this.
Butch had been watching me carefully and seeing my body reacting to what I was watching, he couched down next to me his lips right next to my ear, one hand possessively stroking the back of my neck, calming me as if I were a dog.
"What's the matter boy?" he said in a low, mocking sneer.
I didn't react, I didn't know how to react. This unknown feeling was filling me, filling me, filling me. My skin was hot, tight and slick with sweat. Things were changing, my cock shrank as my balls grew heavy with cum. My ass cheeks were swelling with my tits and lips, my ass lips were expanding, getting bigger, softer, more voluptuous. My ass pussy was so wet the juices were drooling down my thighs and the movements of the dog tail plug were accompanied by squishy noises as my ass muscles chewed on it.
"You like what you see?" I nodded faintly.
"You want it too?" I nodded again, more firmly this time.
"I've been planning this for years now, so I'm going to finish breaking you myself. Got something real special planned for you." I looked up at Butch, my eyes filled with fear, hope and desire.
I wanted this.
He was close enough now so I could smell his breath.
I nearly swooned as the sexy stench of his breath enveloped me.
Butch smiled that cocky, hateful grin that I knew I would soon be eagerly spreading my legs for and turned my attention to Jessie and Mike.
Mike lay on his back, Jessie straddled his chest. Looking down at him she asked "Do you love me, Mike?"
He nodded back.
"Say it." She said.
"I love you Jessie." He whispered.
She smiled and said "Would you like to cum, Mike?"
He nodded again and said "Yes please Jessie, please make me cum."
And with that Jessie stood and went between Mike's spreas legs, she raised her foot and I noticed the 4" transparent plastic stripper heels she was wearing. A sense of dread mixed with horrified fascination as I watched her bring her heel down on Mike's hard 6" cock. She ground down on his balls then switched to crush the head, before stroking the shaft with her shoe and repeatedly stamping on him violently.
Mike squirmed, flinched and whined under the assault but no matter how hard Jessie stamped or kicked him, he returned to the same position, legs spread wide, defenceless. His cock stayed hard and even seemed to get harder under the abuse. A few minutes of this and Mike was begging Jessie to let him cum. She stopped her attack and sat back down on his heaving chest.
"Are you ready to cum Mike?"
