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"Here's your new home, bitch," The man huffs, pot belly jiggling as he tugs his child bride into the too-large mansion hidden away on a large property surrounded by woods. Izuku, his new and only bride, huffs and whines as the collar around his neck pulls tight, nearly tugging him off his feet as the bitch refuses to move quicker. The leash in his hand is braided leather in a pretty moss-green tone, the same one that matches the collar around his child bride's neck, barely hiding the molted bruises around the boy’s throat.
He didn’t care to know what went on in that institution - if you could even call it that - for creating the perfect, most submissive child brides and husbands for all to relish in. All he cared about was picking the best child bride out - and Izuku was that bride. Pale skin with freckles littering the expanse of his little body, wide doe eyes that reminded him of the epitome of innocence, and a frail body he’d love to feel against his body. See curled up on his large bed, little twig-like legs smeared in his cum.
Yes, yes! He was getting excited thinking about it, his cock starting to weakly strain against his pants, grunting to himself as he scanned the expansive living room for who he needed.
Katsuki, his guard dog and companion. A wolf-dog he had gotten from the black market and his life-long companion. It was only fair to give his life-long friend the first taste of his child bride and make sure he wasn’t scammed. If Izuku wasn’t as submissive and down-to-earth as he was framed to be, it’d be hell to pay for them.
With a leering smile toward his child bride and a huff as he saw Katsuki’s head poke up from behind the couch cushion, those sharp and rare red eyes staring at him and his new prize. “Katsuki! My boy,” He laughed, haughty and grand as he tugged the bitch forward, who managed to get his feet working and take fast little steps to match - or well, try - his pace.
“Hello, my boy,” The man huffed, leaning over slightly to pet his dog’s head, who leaned into the contact lazily, sharp blond ears flicking toward his bride, who hid behind his leg. “I see you’ve noticed the new person,” He laughs, pulling himself back as the dog moves to stand, stretching languidly on the couch before hopping down. Katsuki moves with laziness and purpose, staring at his child bride, who refuses to get out from behind his leg to greet his new friend.
“Come on, Izuku, come greet your friend,” The man grunts, tugging at the leash. Izuku whimpers and refuses vehemently, trying to tug back on his rough jerking of the leash. Eventually, Izuku stumbles forward with a whine and a stuttered cry, shoved right in front of a very unamused Katsuki, the big dog staring at the little child with a borderline annoyed expression.
“H-Hello, doggY-!” Izuku squealed in shock as the dog’s wet nose breached the lacy dress he wore - a babydoll, as his trainers called it? - and nosed right up against his unclothed cunt, having been refused panties on his exit from the facility he had spent a year at. Izuku squealed and tried to push at the big dog’s head, but it was fruitless as a big, wet tongue licked over his shaven and tight cunt. “Ee-! Do-Doggy, no! That’s dirty!” Izuku sobbed, trying to squeeze his knees together to make the dog jump back and get out from under his babydoll, but it only succeeded in making a rough and dangerous snarl echo against his cunt, making his eyes pop open, and his tongue flop out of his mouth and drip saliva onto his bottom lip and chin.
“Hah! Oh, Katsuki,” The man chuckled, clapping his hands together in a sadistic glee as he watched his child bride writhe and sob, thighs shaking and teary eyes looking up at him for help. “I see you’ve found what your prize is, you spoiled boy,” He huffs, tugging Izuku backward by his collar, dislodging Katsuki from under the boy’s babydoll with a huff, licking along the edges of his slick-covered muzzle, practically glaring at his owner with such animosity it makes him laugh.
“Oh, don’t worry, you spoiled dog, you’ll have him back in just a moment; now come,” The man laughs as the dog perks up, big wolf ears swiveling to point toward him in eagerness. He pulled Izuku along by the D-ring of his collar, watching the quivering boy stumble forward and follow his leading fingers with relative ease, still panting and keening from the pleasure Katsuki had given him with just a couple of long, languid laps of his tongue over the boy’s cunt.
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Izuku whimpered as he sat led into a velvet-padded room, staring around it, on edge. Izuku could see large amounts of harnesses, collars, and toys spread across the room, as well as a bed and other… contraptions Izuku didn’t have the knowledge to figure out what they were for.
“Come, come, Izuku,” The man spoke, pulling Izuku along and out of his scan of the large room. Izuku’s toes wiggled on the soft carpet he stepped onto as he was led into the middle of the room where a little mount stood, black leather and a cushy laying area with drop-downs to place his arms and legs. “Why don’t you hop on up?” The man hummed, leering at Izuku with a smile that only spelled trouble.
/”Never go against your husband or wife’s wishes,” his handler’s voice echoed, tapping the chalkboard with a huff, glaring at the class of tots. Izuku remembered this class being his favorite, as it fed his knowledge-hungry mind, and he also got to split his cunt open on a dildo of his choosing.
Izuku always picked the weird one that was always left behind. It had a tapered cockhead and always managed to hilt deep inside of him, and that weird bulging base always made him shiver whenever he took it down to the root.
“If you do disobey your husband or wife enough, you’ll be sent back here and carted off to our sister location. There, you don’t get a say in anything,”/
“O-Okay,” Izuku whispered as he stepped forward, little toes curling into the high-pile rug, feeling the soft and long fibers tickle his feet and made him scrunch his feet up. His hands tucked into the belly of the little dress he wore, scrunching up the fabric as he nibbled on his lip. He waited for his husband to unclip the leash, as he refused to do so himself. The one time he did try to do so, a gun was pressed against his temple as he was cornered and spanked till his butt was raw and his legs quivered from the pain.
“Oh, good boy,” His husband cooed, detaching the little clip on the leash from the D-ring on his collar, making Izuku tingle from the praise. “Now, up,” He hummed, patting Izuku and pushing him forward gently. Izuku huffed and gently climbed onto the weird contraption, squeaking when his hand slipped, and he face-planted into the soft, cold leather. “Oumf,” Izuku whined as he sat up gently, rubbing his nose as he shuffled up at his husband’s flitting hand. Izuku pulled himself up all the way, staring down at the little hole for his head, peeking back at his husband, and jumping at the sight of the big dog. Izuku couldn’t help but feel intimidated by those piercing red eyes digging into his body and stripping him naked with that dark gaze. Izuku had no doubt that the big dog was part of some sort of nefarious plan his husband was thinking up, and Izuku felt more hesitant to slip into the little bench thing he sat on.
“Come on, Izuku, lay down,” His husband urged, stepping forward and pushing Izuku down by his neck, fat and jiggly fingers threading with Izuku’s delicate neck hairs, shoving him down onto the bench thing. Izuku squeaked at the sudden shoving but allowed himself to go with no further fighting, allowing his mind to meld away into a more submissive outlook, eyes going hazy as he stared at the high-pile rug he wish he could lay on. He wondered if, one day, he’d manage the courage to ask his husband for a rug like this for the room he’d be allowed one day. Of course, Izuku had no doubt he’d be spending the foreseeable nights in his husband’s bed, but Izuku yearned to have his own room just like he had back at the facility.
He wondered if his husband would allow him to paint it green.
“Eek-” Izuku squeaked as he was pulled out of his hopeful musings as his body was moved around, legs straightened out and pulled out from under him. He could feel leather being pulled up and around his ankle before being secured. Izuku wanted to jerk away from his husband’s big hands that grappled at his free ankle, but he didn’t. He knew he’d be punished if he did so, no matter how much he wanted to.
“There we go!” His husband huffed happily, “All secured down here,” Izuku gulped as he felt a little section under his hips being raised and pushed into his jutting hipbones as his ass was raised slightly. Izuku didn’t question it, knowing this would help with better angling whatever would be going inside his cunt to hit deeper and better. He was used to pillows, but the leather block seemed to be a better substitute than a pillow. “Now for your arms, and then we get to the real show,” His husband hummed, petting up his pale thighs and rucking up the little dress he wore to expose his lower half.
“Put your arms down here, my love,” His husband cooed, and Izuku complied, idly watching through a hazed vision as his, just like the same as his ankles, leather binds with a furred inside were pulled over and around his wrists to secure him to the bench.
A breeding bench.
Izuku hadn’t figured it out until now, and he was quite curious as to how this would go.
“There we go, all pretty and perfect for me, my sweet Izuku,” his husband cooed, running too-warm and too-heavy hands down his spine. “I can’t wait to see how perfect you look hanging off a cock,” His husband coos, fondling Izuku’s asscheeks between his hands and pulling the soft globes apart. Izuku huffs out a little sound of pleasure as a fat finger slides down the seam of his hairless cunt, prying the lips open to the world.
“Angh!” Izuku squealed when a cold, wet snout pressed against his cunt, making him try to kick his legs and fight off the familiar muzzle stuffing itself against his cunt with big, obnoxious sniffs. “N-Nooo! Bad puppy!” Izuku sobbed, trying to squirm away and reject the tongue licking up and down his pried-open cunt. “Oh, don’t be like that,” HIs husband huffed, one hand sliding away from his cunt to crack against his left asscheek with a loud thwap!
“Be good, Katsuki is my loyal friend, and I’ve decided to give you to him first before I take you for the rest of your life. You can sit down and take it for one night,” His husband huffed, clearly displeased with Izuku’s shakes and squeals of panic.
Izuku didn’t stop his panicked kicks and jiggles of his ankles, trying to pull his knees shut with little success until his hair was gripped and his head was wrenched up. “I said-”
Izuku whimpered at the big and nasty snarl echoing against his cunt and shaking his entire body. He could feel the scrape of teeth against his cunt and the feeling of Katsuki’s muzzle curling into a snarl against him. “Oh, boy,” His husband huffed and allowed Izuku’s hair to go free, making him whine as he settled back into place, shaking and shivering gently. “You’re right; this is your time; you can put your bitch in his place,” His husband huffed, voice clearly strained. Izuku hiccuped a little sound and tried to make himself as small and quiet as possible as he felt Katsuki’s muzzle uncurl from the snarl he could feel against his cunt.
“D-Doggy-” Izuku hiccuped, wishing he could curl into a ball in the corner. “P-Please doonn-..!” Izuku’s voice trailed off into a mess of gargled words dripping down his tongue like saliva. His cunt was breached by a fat, flopping tongue and a mess of drool slicking up his cunt lips. His hips twitched, and tried to buck up and down, not knowing whether to run or chase the pleasure. “D-Doggy y-yoou can’t! That’s dirty!” Izuku sobbed, trying to make his words go through the doggy and convince the animal tongue-deep in his cunt to pull away.
But Izuku knew that wouldn’t work, more tears starting to fall down his face as his cunt was violated and pushed open on that rolled-up tongue licking in and out of his spread cunt. He could feel the dress he wore ruck up with each shift and twitch of his hips. The soft silk was cold on his frantically warming body and soft against his back.
Izuku felt like he was being roasted over a fire, split apart, and turned till he was red-hot and perfectly baked. His eyes dripped with tears, and his mouth had long since forgotten how to close, drool freely falling from his open mouth to drip onto the rug under him. He almost felt bad for dirtying the rug under him, but he could only think about the pleasure ramping up in his body, like gasoline being dripped over an open fire, just waiting for it to engulf the entire canister and burn.
“D-Doogyyy! There, there!” Izuku sobbed, begging for more of the same tongue he had just tried to kick and run away from, eyes starting to see stars and the back of his eyelids. “R-Right there!” Izuku squealed, hips rocking against the leather bolster under them to try and drive that cunt-splitting tongue deeper into his hole. He could feel the dog - Ka…Kacchan? - lick over his g-spot, and with that rough texture of the dog’s tongue, Izuku was sure he’d be cumming in no time.
“P-P…uhngh…–lease,” Izuku gurgled out gently, his hips trying to fuck back on Kacchan’s tongue to drive it impossibly deeper till it hit his cervix and filled him full. “Mmmoore!” Izuku blubbered out as he was tipped into his first orgasm with his husband. His cunt clamped down, and he could feel liquid start to spray from his cunt, having long since been trained to squirt with every orgasm he was given.
Izuku wheezed as the pleasure in his tummy came down from a raging boil to a gentle simmer, tears sliding down his face and dripping off his jaw. His body shook violently, and his toes curled till they crackled and ached from how hard they curled. His hips shocked and tried to thrust down gently against Katsuki’s lazily thrusting tongue, making him shiver and his skin bloom with goosebumps. “Pu-ppy, please,” Izuku whined gently as Kacchan just kept licking, pulling away finally once he apparently had his fill, licking over his cunt one last time, from clit to hole.
“Hmm, yes, you did so good, Katsuki,” his husband huffed and started to trail his hands up and down Izuku’s side as he started to round the breeding bench. “Did so good, my boy,” His husband praised the dog, who grumbled and huffed, making sounds that sounded strained. “He’s still all yours for now; go on,” His husband hummed, stepping on something and allowing the breeding bench to sink lower to the floor, making Izuku gasp gently at the jostle. The initial jump down, as the pin in the frame came out to lower it made him squeak before the slide down remained smooth until it was locked back in place once more.
“Now, Izuku, I don’t want to hear you complain,” His hair was roughly pet, and it made Izuku want to whine, but he held his noises down. “Or else I’ll gag you. Be sure to pleasure Katsuki now,” Izuku wanted to ask how he’d pleasure a dog when he was strapped down to a breeding bench, of all things.
Then the scrabble of nails against his side and a warm body flopping over his back came.
“W-Wwait!” Izuku squeaked, trying to look behind him only to find himself staring at Katsuki’s large muzzle as it hooked over his soft shoulder. Izuku whined as those rough whiskers scrubbed against his delicate cheek, making his left eye close in displeasure. Kacchan’s weight on his back was almost too much as he was pinned to the bench even more so than he was before, making him huff gently. He had to be at least a little grateful to the bench, seeing as he’d very much so not be able to support Kacchan’s weight without it, no matter how willing he was to let the dog fuck him.
It came with being a mafia’s child bride, he guesses…
Izuku bit his lip as Kacchan’s furred ankles(?) rubbed and dug into his hips almost painfully as his big paws hooked as best as they could around his hips. Izuku gulped down a wad of saliva as he felt Kacchan shift against his backside, further rucking up his little babydoll dress with each little movement. He could feel Kacchan huff and pant against his neck as the dog did so, making Izuku squirm until Kacchan settled, finally.
“O-Oh…” Izuku hiccuped as Kacchan started to thrust gently against his ass, a warm shaft pressing against Izuku’s cunt lips, missing with almost every experimental thrust. Izuku couldn’t help the gulp he let out, cunt starting to pulse with the need to have that cock inside of him. “I-In, please?” Izuku squeaked out gently, groaning at the feeling of that big shaft smacking against his cunt as it tried to work its way into him with little success.
Izuku had to say; he wished his husband didn’t tie him down, as he only wished to guide that thrusting cock into his cunt and feel it split him open. Would Kacchan be gentle? Work up to a steady thrusting pace? Or would he split him open and not give him a moment to adjust?
Izuku didn’t know; he had never been in a position like this. The most he’s ever gotten fucked into was with a fucking machine that had broken his pussy to adjust and take any sort of cock. He remembered feeling his tummy bulge with each thrust of the fucking machine as he was molded to be the perfect future bride for someone.
“So eager boy,” His husband laughed, sitting on a big leather chair he hadn’t noticed until now, having been too wrapped up with the mind-numbing sensations of pleasure at being eaten out. “C’mon, your bitch is practically keening for your cock at this point, Katsuki,” His husband sneered playfully, getting a nasty little snarl out of Kacchan. He could feel the big dog’s head hook around his shoulder harder, pushing Izuku back as far as he could with the restraints locking him in place. “Eep, puppy, that hur-” Izuku gurgled softly at the leather dug into his delicate wrists but stopped speaking when that fat cock slapped against his clit, pulsing and fucking through his slippery folds with little thrusts and annoyed grunts from Kacchan.
“T-That feels…” Izuku trailed off, hiccuping a sweet sound as Kacchan’s cock rutted against his clit and folds, that tapered tip catching against his clit and rubbing it against the red-hot shaft. Izuku puffed out a sound as one of Kacchan’s paws managed to knock against his calf as the dog found purchase on the leg hold of the breeding bench. That seemed to be what Kacchan needed to angle himself high enough to hook his tapered tip against Izuku’s hole and push his cock inside. Izuku squealed a sound as Kacchan hilts balls-deep inside of him, making Izuku quiver.
Izuku puffs and sobs little sounds as Kacchan’s hips stutter slightly and gently, rutting against his ass as Izuku’s cunt cinches tight around his cock, probably not allowing the dog to thrust into him like he wanted. Izuku wanted - needed - something to bite as the pleasure got too big in his little body, cunt dripping like a faucet. Izuku knew he was ruining the leather and carpet under him with drool and pussy slick, but he couldn’t find himself caring as Kacchan’s hips thrusted and rutted little by little into him, the tapered tip pressing against his cervix and fat shaft brushing against his g-spot without the need for angles.
That made Izuku shake with a need as he tried to keep himself from tensing up, trying to make himself and his cunt relax so he could feel that big cock fucking in and out of his cunny as soon as possible. Kacchan seemed to want that, too, if the little snaps of his teeth clashing together and the drool sliding down that curled muzzle said anything about the dog’s innate need to breed Izuku with all he has. “‘M-M sorry puppy,” Izuku hiccups as Kacchan ruts into him harder, clearly starting to lose patience. “A-Angh… feels so good, I just gotta-” Izuku huffed as he forced his body to relax, groaning at the wet, sticky slide out of his cunt as Kacchan pulled back just until his tip rested inside. “Yes…. yes!” Izuku squeaked out when Kacchan hilted back inside of his cunt with a sharp, digging thrust of his hips. Izuku sobbed in relief and choking pleasure as he was fucked into hard and fast, unable to stop the tears and drool leaking down his face. Izuku blubbered and sobbed as Kacchan fucked deep with an animalistic thrusting pace that had Izuku’s lungs burning for air.
“Good… good!” Izuku squeaked as Kacchan’s cock dug deep inside of him, furry balls slapping against his cunt lips and his gummy clit, sending rapid strikes of pleasure crawling up his spine and making his head fuzzy as his nails dug into the expensive leather of the arm holds, hearing the unpleasant sound of the leather scratching under his semi-blunt almond-shaped nails. “A-Ah, puppy…!! Kacchan, so good, so good!” Izuku blubbered, shaking in his binds and pushing his head up from the indent in the breeding bench to stare at the rich velvet walls and dim lighting around the too-hot space. Izuku could feel drool slip down his chin as he shivered violently, cunt clamping down around Kacchan’s cock.
Kacchan’s big, fat tongue licked over his cheek and made Izuku gurgle as that big tongue licked at his lips till he turned his head and allowed the big blond dog to breach his drooling mouth and lick deep, tasting Izuku on his tongue as he fucked in with a sharp, ruthless pace of thrusts. Each thrust was a clap of furry balls against his clit that only ramped the pleasure up further, making Izuku’s brain feel fuzzy, and his mind starts to break down to a baser mindset.
Good, good, feels good, Kacchan’s cock stretches him out so much-
Tears bleed down his cheeks, and his tongue tries to twist and pick up the pace with Kacchan, french-kissing with the dog and occasionally feeling sharp canines dig against his bottom lip as he feels Kacchan lick and drink down his moans with rumbled sounds echo in his mouth. Izuku moans loudly when a hard bulge on either side of Kacchan’s cock knocks against his weeping cunt as Katsuki tries to shove it inside. Izuku pulls away from the messy makeout with Kacchan that consisted of only french-kissing, moaning at the strings of drool between his and Kacchan’s mouths as his toes curl. “W-Whu-zz… th-at?” Izuku croaks out, dewy little tears dripping down from his lashes as they run off his pudgy jawline. “F-Feels weird,” Izuku hiccups, resting his head on the edge of the head-hole in the breeding bench, watching Kacchan watch him, those molten carmine eyes staring at Izuku’s shivering body. He watched that big tongue loll out with each pant as it circled one side of his muzzle, licking the short hair and the coarse whiskers before returning to bob in the air as Kacchan panted.
“That’s his knot, my dear,” His husband croaked, jacking his quite frankly pitiful-looking cock in his fat hand, leaning back enough to reach his cock. His pants buttons were popped, and his fly was down as he fucked his small-looking cock in and out of his hand, hissing through spit-slick lips. “It’ll fit you up all nice and everything and keep his cum inside of you until he decided you are of no more use to him; then that’s where I come in,” His husband huffed as his hips worked up into his stroking hand as Izuku flicked his eyes back to his current partner, that warm furred belly soft against his sweaty back. Kacchan didn’t stop fucking into him as Izuku hiccuped another keen, basking in the wet licks against his red-hot neck or cheek that Kacchan gave him, cunt squishing and squelching with each thrust. Izuku was so wet; he had never been this drenched before but had gotten close while using his favorite dildo back at the facility.
It makes him feel even better because Kacchan’s cock feels just like it, hitting deep inside him and making Izuku quiver as his cunt molds to the shape of the cock he used to warm during class for hours.
“Ka-cchan’s so deep inside…” Izuku whimpers out when he feels his tummy bulge against Kacchan’s cock, his body so small even compared to the dog. It was no surprise that Kacchan bulged his belly, and it made Izuku feel even hotter, his vision swimming with little stars and bursting galaxies. “K-Kacchan…” Izuku hiccuped out gently as the dog grunted, nosing his cheek as Izuku turned into the connection. “‘M gonna c-cum soon,” He hiccuped up out, feeling Kacchan’s thrusts jump as his cunt started to cinch tight, orgasm starting to loom over his little body.
“Oh? Does Katsuki make you feel that good? I suppose I’ll let him claim your first orgasm under my house,” His husband hummed, looking perfectly fine with Izuku’s first orgasm being taken by his loyal pet, unlike how he made it sound. “You look so cute like this, my sweet wife, all riddled with pleasure. If this is how you look when Katsuki makes you feel good, I wonder how you’d look when I make you feel good,” His husband groaned, fucking up into his hand with his free hand digging into the armrest of his chair. Izuku hummed noncommittally, returning to staring at the big dog lying over him. He knew he shouldn’t ignore his husband like that, but Kacchan was making him feel too good to think of placating that pig of a man.
“M-Mm… Kacchan,” Izuku whispered as Kacchan licked up his cheek, very likely tasting every droplet of tears that drips from his eyes as they start to flutter and roll up. Izuku can feel his vision starting to go as his head tips up, baring his throat to Kacchan, which the big blond dog takes advantage of that, cobbing up and down the delicate flesh of his neck. Izuku groans at the scrape of teeth against his red-hot skin, mind floating to someplace Izuku had only reached once as his orgasm crashes over him. His body tingles with shot nerves, and his mouth opens with a crackled cry of pleasure.
Kacchan doesn’t stop; of course, he doesn’t. He has no sense for when Izuku feels like his nerves are going to drool out of him, and his body tears apart with too much pleasure, chasing his own and dragging Izuku along for the rough, seemingly never-ending ride. His body is jostled up and down with each break-neck thrust as he wails, feeling red-hot and aching as his cunt drips with squirt. He can feel Kacchan’s big dog balls slap against the mess he’s made of his cunt, grunting and snarling deep, cut-short sounds against Izuku’s neck as his big front legs squeeze Izuku’s hips tighter until it starts to sting just enough to make Izuku squirm. That only seems to make Kacchan’s cock hilt impossibly deeper, tapered tip squishing against Izuku’s battered cervix and making him squeal. “O-Ouh!” Izuku gurgles and hiccups a wail as Kacchan’s thrusts start to stutter and break up into a mess of the raw, desirable need to breed Izuku. Cum as deep as he could inside Izuku’s child womb and pop that thick, battering bulge on either side of his cunt inside of him.
“P-Please! Please use me to cum, Kacchan!” Izuku sobs, wishing he could have his hands free and hold the dog’s back and feel those thick corded muscles flex as he was fucked. “So good, it’s so good–” Izuku wails as Kacchan stops thrusting, instead changing the strong thrusts of deep rolls of his hips, his left paw - which is still on the leg mount - scrabbling against it and that long tail swishing against the air so loud Izuku can hear it past the blood rushing through his ears.
“AH!” Izuku’s head almost knocks against Kacchan’s muzzle as his hips were grabbed tight, and his entire body was wrenched back and further under Kacchan’s big, strong body as the dog’s cock slips in all the way. That weird… bulge thing spreads his cunt and locks Kacchan deep, that tapered tip squishing hard against his cervix, putting constant, bone-shaking pressure on it. It makes Izuku nearly bite his tongue, and his body shakes, and an unexpected orgasm washes over him. Drool dribbles down his chin, and it makes Izuku lose all breath he has. Squirt slashes from his cunt, and his clit throbs as it wets everything under him, splashing against the leather and shining it with his combined fluids as he feels the first pump of hot cum fill his cunt full, nowhere to go, thanks to Kacchan’s cock blocking it.
Izuku whined as he laid his head down on the soft leather, wet with tears and drool as Kacchan’s cock throbbed and pumped him full of warm, sticky cum. His cunt throbbed and ached with pleasure-pain as Kacchan’s big paws scraped across his hips as he hopped off his back, instead turning around to pant lazily, still tied to Izuku with the big cock lodged in his cunt. Izuku whined at the gentle tugging on his sensitive walls, feeling himself throb around the cock pleasurably.
Izuku grunted to himself when Kacchan tried to step away from him, tugging at the tie experimentally, sending ropes of pain up Izuku’s tummy and spine as his toes curled, a little pained keen echoing from his mouth. “Oh, don’t fret,” His husband’s voice snapped him out of the haze of pleasure-pain he had long since found himself in, hand carding down and through Izuku’s head of curls before settling at the base of Izuku’s neck. He peered through his dewy and tear-caked lashes quietly, spying his husband’s flaccid cock hanging out of his open pants, cum staining the edges of his pants and down the satin pant legs. “He’ll be tied to you until he’s done pumping you full of cum,” He hums, rubbing Izuku’s delicate spine knobs under his fat fingers. “So just sit pretty and let him have his way with you, alright?” The petting is gentle, but Izuku still wants to pull away from the touch, wanting to feel, see, breathe, hear, nothing but Kacchan.
He wants to stay immersed just a little longer, drowning in the pure essence of Kacchan. Katsuki. Puppy. Doggy.
“I’ll go get some water for you to drink up while we wait for the tie to go down, alright?” He coos, all gentle and sweet, unlike the piggish tone he had used with Izuku for most of their meeting at the facility. Izuku doesn’t feel anything short of disgust at the tone, though, as it does nothing for him other than make him have to physically hold himself back from scrunching his nose up in utter annoyance as he lays back down, hiccuping a little sound as Kacchan tests the tie once more, loud pants echoing in the quiet room.
His husband returns after nothing more than five minutes gone of Izuku’s counting was anything close to being correct with a little bottle of water, having shed his work outfit for something more comfortable. A simple stained shirt and boxers were now on his jiggly frame instead of the three-piece suit stained with his cum, making Izuku want to sneer at the utter disgust he feels.
How could this be the man he was sold off to become a child bride to? Izuku wished the facility had refused the sale, but that would mean he wouldn’t meet Kacchan.
“Eep!” Izuku squealed out all of a sudden as Kacchan’s fat cock finally pulled free with a gross, messy squelch and a hard pulse of Izuku’s cunt that made him shiver. He could feel the cum start to leak out of him, dribbling down his gaped cunt lips and dripping and making a mess of Izuku’s gummy clit, to which Katsuki greedily lapped up with a huff. Izuku wanted to scream at the fiery sensation as Kacchan’s tongue lapped up his cunt and ate his own cum out of his cunt. Izuku’s hips raised and bucked back against Kacchan’s exploring tongue as it dipped into his gaped cunt, digging against his soft walls and lapping even more cum out of Izuku’s cunt that was dribbling out. For as much as Kacchan pumped into him, each spurt heavier than the last, Izuku didn’t feel like that much was coming out. “Nn… Kacchan, too much,” Izuku whimpered, hips raising to try and run away from Kacchan’s ruthless tongue, but it didn’t do much when you were held down by ankle and wrist straps.
“Is Katsuki being mean to you? Not letting you run from pleasure?” His husband huffed, hand stuffed in his boxers and probably jacking his pathetic cock off once more. “H-He is..!” Izuku squeaked out, grunting as Kacchan cobbed the inside of his thigh gently to pull Izuku back on focusing on him, so demanding of his attention it made Izuku want to giggle, wishing he could pepper gentle kisses over that big muzzle.
Eventually, when he was released, he’d do that.
It seemed like there was no time between Kacchan kn..otting? his cunt before he reared up once more, laying his body over Izuku’s once more, tapered cock already starting to poke and prod at his cunt and around his inner thighs once again, swinging wildly with Kacchan’s more aggravated and impatient thrusts. Some even scraped up to slide over his asshole, making him jolt in shock. “A-Ah! Not there, K-Kacchan!” Izuku squealed, feeling a bit panicked as Kacchan’s cock kept grazing over his furled asshole, pre-cum wetting his asscheeks with each rut between them, spreading a mess of fluids over them. “T-That’s a no-no zone!” Izuku didn’t care for anal, having wished for only his cunt to be used. It had clearly stated that in his pamphlet, but Izuku knew that wasn’t all too enforceable now that he was in the hands of his new husband.
“Oh? Where’s he trying to fuck now, my sweet?” The man he called his husband cooed, finally fishing his cock out of his boxers, tugging the band under his wrinkled balls as he jacked the small length from what Izuku could see from his view through the little hole for his face. “M-My butt! T-That’s a n-no-no zone!” Izuku hiccuped, near desperate for his husband to grab his doggy and tell him off for trying to even think about fucking his butt. “P-Please help, he- he won’t stop thrusting against it!” Izuku blubbered, dislodging his face from the cut-out in the breeding bench to stare at his husband, who was leaning against his closed fist anchored against his temple.
“P-Plea-ANGH!” Izuku screamed in pure, bursting agony as Kacchan pushed into his ass, the slide dry and painful. Unlike his cunt, which had long since been broken and molded to take any sort of cock, his butt was nothing like that. He had refused to let anyone go near it past the one time he had tried it and hated it. “No! No! PUPPY! No, out, out, out, outout–” Izuku blubbered and sobbed as Kacchan thrusted into him hard, cock bubbling and dripping a mess of pre-cum inside Izuku’s guts to try and help ease the slide. It didn’t help, and it only made it hurt as Kacchan’s knot kissed his aching hole, already rubbed raw and abused just from a handful of thrusts. “I-It hurt! Please, it hurt–gnnhk!” Izuku shrieked a sound of agony as Kacchan snarled a mean sound against his neck, licking over the sweat-riddled skin with that warm tongue and sharp teeth scraping gently across the skin. It was just enough to send tingles - the good kind - down his spine, clashing with the bad tingles as his butt was fucked open, aggravated lines drawn in his skin by Kacchan’s big, sharp incisors making his eyes cross in a mix of pain overwhelming the little bits of pleasure he felt.
“Does it feel good?” His husband crooned, all mean and gritty. Izuku shook his head violently, dislodging Kacchan, much to the dog’s ire. “N-Nooo!!! He’s raping my butt! It hurts! Kacchan doesn’t make me feel good anymore!” Izuku sobbed, anguished with every ripple of pain that snaps up his spine, trying to weakly kick his way out of his ankle binds.
I-If he could just angle his feet right, he could slide out-
Kacchan’s big, sharp teeth yank on the collar Izuku wears, pulling the leather tight against the front of Izuku’s throat, wrenching his face and torso up as far as it can go as Kacchan takes total control of him. Izuku wants to scream, to cry, to do anything as he flushes a dark red at the lack of oxygen, wishing he could claw at the rich leather collar in desperation. “Ohoho! Good boy Katsuki, truly putting your bitch in his place,” His husband cajoles at his utter and true misery as he shakes violently, tears spilling down his face as he screams soundlessly, lips trying to push out words his tongue writhes to form. They all stay stuck in his throat, though, suffocated by the blaring pressure Kacchan makes by tugging against the collar to dig deep into his throat, choking him.
“A-AAnngck,” Izuku gurgled out, hands clawing at the leather armrests as his body went into panic mode, chest trying to heave desperately to take in any lick of air he could. “P–lea..?!” Izuku wheezed out, eyes starting to crackle with static as they roll up. Izuku can hear the blood rushing through his ears as his ass is violated and fucked open, sinking deeper with each rocking thrust. Kacchan grunts against his throat, wet and shockingly cold nose pressing against his throat as Katsuki digs his teeth deeper into the collar, wrenching it back harder to the point Izuku’s neck strains, and his face is probably very red.
“Let up a bit, Katsuki; you want your bitch awake to take your knot,” A distant voice sounds out, but Izuku can barely hear it as Kacchan leans forward suddenly, dislodging the collar from digging into his throat for a moment. Izuku sobbed with relief as he could breathe once more, air rushing into his overworked and pained lungs. Izuku’s lungs burned, and his hands clawed into the leather armrests, ruining the leather further under his almond-shaped nails. “A-Air,” Izuku wheezed out, tears dripping down his flushed cheeks as his chapped lips wetted slightly with the drool sliding out of his mouth as Kacchan kept a steady hold on his collar.
Izuku wanted Kacchan to stop, even with his head spinning and his eyes going fuzzy, still refusing to focus with the lack of air. It hurt with each dig deep into his butt as he was unwillingly spread open, his poor butt spread open around Kacchan’s bullying cock.
“C-Can’t you make him st-op?” Izuku sobbed gently, desperate for the pain - which was slowly turning into pleasure, oh god– - to stop. “No can do, sweetheart; I promised him full use of you for a bit; I’ll step in when I feel like it,” His husband cooed all annoying, grating on Izuku’s nerves so much so he opened his mouth to scream. “I HA- hngck–!” Izuku shrieked a gurgled sound as Kacchan’s cock pushed around the bend of his guts, knot kissing his abused rim that was slickened with pre-cum, trying to push in. “W-Wa–it! Wait, no, please, Kacchan, you can’t-” Izuku blubbered, fear clinging to his body and making him blubber loud anguished sobs of pained pleas. Kacchan didn’t seem all too pleased at his begs to pull out, to stop hurting him and his butt, only rutting in further and pushing Izuku harder into the bench.
“N-Noo! Noooo!” Izuku sobbed as his body washed over with a wave of pleasure-pain as Kacchan’s thrusts started to roll into nasty ruts into his butt, stuffing him full with every inch of his cock, barring his knot. “‘M gonna s-split appartt…!” Izuku hiccuped, dropping his forehead down against the rim of the head cut-out to sob gently as he tried to resist. To clench hard around Kacchan’s thrusting cock, cunt unwillingly dribbling a mess of sticky slick as he tried to keep Kacchan’s knot from slipping in.
“Hurts…” Izuku whispered as his limp body jiggled and jostled as Kacchan grunted hard against his throat as his body unwillingly accepted his cock, pushing deep inside of him and settling there, butt clenching hard around Kacchan’s cock to the point the big blond dog let out a bitten-off howl as he came hard in and around the bend of Izuku’s guts, tummy pumped bigger with each bucked rut into his body. “Oh, hush, Izuku, you won’t have to take it again after today,” His husband pants, face dark with a flush splotched over fat cheeks. Izuku whines as Kacchan’s knot tugs at his abused and stretched-out rim, sending a sharp bolt of pain up his spine and a little sob breaking out between cracked and bitten-raw lips. Tears spill and coat his vision in a messy sheen as he tries to keep his cunt from pulsing with each rope of cum spilled into his tummy, feeling dizzy from the brutal fuck of his butt being stretched to take Kacchan’s big knot and bigger cock.
Kacchan grunted against his throat, licking up the tears and sweat dripping down his chin and neck, now refusing to turn around like he did when he knotted Izuku’s cunt. Izuku had to say he was a bit grateful to the blond doggie for doing that, not willing to know what the pain would feel like if Kacchan did decide to turn around and test the tie.
“Hngck–!” Izuku squealed in agony as Kacchan’s cock went flaccid and popped out of his abused ass, a rough sob leaving him as Kacchan’s knot scraped against his abused walls and hole as it popped out along with another big rush of cum dribbling down his cunt before making a mess on. His cunt pulsed as warm cum rushed over it, gurgling out a sad little sob.
This was his life now, he guesses…
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“A-Ah, puppy!” Izuku squeaked when Kacchan suddenly reared up on him, cock nudging at Izuku’s panty-clad ass and pussy, big fat tip smearing pre-cum against his warm pussy. “H-Here?!” Izuku hiccuped, blush coating his face as he tried to balance his weight to use one hand to gently tug his panties down, tears spilling down his face as Kacchan’s cock nudged against his pussy. “D-Didn’t Mashia-sama say you could only h-have me on-CE?!” Izuku grunted when Kacchan shoved into his wet pussy, still dripping Mashia’s cum from his husband’s annoying daily routine of fucking his pussy with his underwhelming cock and leaving.
“N-Nooo!” Izuku sobbed as Kacchan fucked into him hard, smashing against his already bruised cervix from the breeding session just days prior, trying to shuffle and crawl away. Kacchan didn’t seem to like that, snarling against his neck and opening his mouth wide, big sharp teeth scraping across his delicate skin and clamping gently around the back of his neck. Izuku froze with a belted-out squeak, tears sliding down his cheeks as his cunt pulsed with each moment that passed. Kacchan’s thrusts started to slow down as he growled against Izuku’s throat, clearly showing his displeasure for how Izuku tried to deny him his cunt and pull away. Izuku knew he had to stay loyal to his husband, but it was hard with the most perfect cock he’s ever taken was attached to a scary dog.
His, ugh, husband’s scary dog.
Izuku could feel leftover cum squelch and froth in his pussy as Kacchan’s lazy thrusts slowed even further, teasing him and pulling him back and forth, rocking him closer and further away from an orgasm that he hadn’t felt in a long time. Izuku had to get off using his fingers himself instead of cumming around a cock like he was trained to or use a dildo. He was glad his husband hadn’t thought to check his bag as he had an array of vibrators and dildos hidden away in his bag, having smuggled them from the facility in case the man he was sold off to had a small cock.
Seemed like past-Izuku had some sort of knowledge or sixth sense, and he was grateful for his quick thinking. He was sure the facility didn’t care for the lost toys.
“S-Sorry! Sorry, I won’t try to crawl away again! A-Ah, please just keep going… please!!” Izuku whimpered as he was brought out of his idle musings and back to putting his full attention on Kacchan, who bullied his fat cock into Izuku’s cunt once again, scraping across his g-spot and sending him into a turbulent orgasm with swimming vision and drool dipping from his popped-open mouth. “F-Feels good! So much better!” Kacchan let out a gurgly snort at that, turning his wet nose into his neck and pressing against his pulse point, lapping over it with lazy workings of his tongue. Izuku whimpered and dropped his head, hands digging into the soft rug he was on all fours on, having come to see Kacchan in his room - yes, the big dog has his own room - and give him his afternoon treats as his routine stated.
Kacchan had eaten them with a greedy little uptick of his muzzle but dropped one - now Izuku’s thinking that was on purpose because Kacchan was clearly smarter than he led on - and Izuku had gone to pick it up when Kacchan hopped down from his bed, and mounted him. “B-But Mashia w-will be mad if he sees us!” Izuku squealed as Kacchan fucked him through his orgasm, shoving his cock in harder with each mention of Izuku’s husband until Izuku was knocked off his hands and forced to be fucked into the carpet, grunting and hiccuping as his face was squished against the soft fabric that smelt of dog and Kacchan.
“U-Unghh… feels so good! W-Why can’t Kacchan be my husband?” Izuku whined as drool caked his chin and cheek as Kacchan leaned down, sniffing the joint of his jaw. “D-Does Kacchan want to be my husband?” Izuku hiccups a wobbly smile as Kacchan’s hips stutter before fucking into him harder, giving Izuku his desired answer. “A-Angh! I h-have a doggy as a husband now, ehe~” Izuku gurgles as his eyes roll up, mouth popping open as Kacchan licks into his mouth, squirt bursting from his cunt as another orgasm takes over him.
Kacchan howled a sound of pure lust against his neck as his knot started to fuck into his cunt, popping in and out with loud, tummy-fluttering squelches before it finally popped in fully and locked inside Izuku’s cunt, tummy pooching with each new rope pumped into him. It made his tummy bulge even more so, digging against his cervix and pumping cum right into his awaiting womb, happily taking his husband’s cum without a problem.
“E-Ehe, my handsome husband,” Izuku whimpered, cunt clamping around Kacchan’s cock to milk it for all its worth, getting a happy little snort out of the blond dog.
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“Izuku, where were you?” Mashia huffed, lazing on the big couch he had first met Kacchan on. “I was with my husband,” Izuku hummed as Kacchan curled around him, big head knocking against Izuku’s bare side, having left his tattered babydoll in Kacchan’s room. His cunt still idly leaked dog cum down pale freckled legs, quite telling of what had happened in Kacchan’s room just before he entered the living room.
“Excuse me?” Mashia hissed, standing up. “I am your husba-” Kacchan lunged with an ear-slicing bark and a nasty sound echoing in his throat, sharp teeth glinting in the living room overhead light. Mashia squealed like a damn pig as he stumbled backward, tripping on a throw pillow and falling to the ground. “No, you aren’t, not now anyway; Kacchan is my husband. The rules in my pamphlet state that I may denounce anyone who does not give me pleasure as my spouse and announce someone who gives me as much pleasure as I give them as my new spouse,” Izuku huffed, tapping his naked foot on the ground. “You should have read what it said instead of throwing it away,” Izuku puffed out his cheeks, walking over to sling his arms around Kacchan’s neck and pull the big dog close, giggling as a gentle lick against his lips and cheeks given to him by Kacchan made him tingle in all the best ways.
“Now, I want to go cuddle with my husband, don’t try and stop me,” Izuku pouted as he crawled up onto one of the couches as Kacchan jumped up right after him, lounging on his back with his legs spread open. Izuku hummed as he turned on the TV, licking up Kacchan’s sheath to encourage that fat cock to poke out as he fixated his eyes on the TV, idly sucking Kacchan off.
This was his life now, and Izuku couldn’t help but feel happy that is it.