The Guard's Body(Full Set) (Patreon)

Sorry, this one took a second. Accompanying story below (I miss doing these), I just went full horny on it! Same for the pics honestly. There's an alt end with marks & body writing! Seems Vortex might be considering a change of occupation. Thank you for your patience!

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*RRRRIIIIIIIPP*

The large Hell hound's ears perked up as the last bit of his clothes was stripped from his body. After chasing some concert thief down a back alley he found himself cornered by an assortment of demons. He was quickly overpowered and bound, the criminals laughing at the proud Hell Hounds' dire predicament.

"Fuckers! ASSHOLES!" vortex growled.

"Hey, dog breath, you know... you're kind of hot."

"Yeah! Let us have some more fun with you, we'll even pay ya mad cash."

"I bet his muzzle feels real good..."

The demons mused, as they schemingly ogled the muscle-bound hound. He felt humiliated; In hell, strength is everything, and until this moment, Vortex had rarely ran into a moment where he wasn't the one on top. While he could have easily torn his makeshift bindings, or even broken the pipe they were attached to, the question of whether he could take out the mob lauding him didn't seem favorable, so he endured.

"You had your fun guys. I have a job to do." He said, biting his tongue from provoking the demons further.

"As if your job means shit to us, pup." one of the demons retorted

"Then what's your goal here? Money? I ain't got none on me."

But their goal became immediately clear when the large male standing in front of him loosened his pants, releasing his monstrous rod. Vortex was shocked, he had been hit on by men in the past, but never so boldly. He found his own member rising, stirred by unfounded, weird, emotions.

"I think you know what we want. So what do you think, pup?"

"..."

The hound was at a loss for words. Despite this, the demons began propositioning him, all sorts of large numbers were being tossed his way in hopes that he would let them have a go at his exposed form. Grimacing, he found himself getting more excited, as each offer grew larger and larger so did his own member until...

"HAHA, I think he's saying yes!"   

"Fine..! But only one time."

Despite the implications of what he would have to endure, the hell hound reluctantly accepted. Soon more demons stripped around him, closing in on him. One of the smaller demons, an imp, hopped on top of the bound man, laying his manhood on top of his head.

"Hey! I'm not a stool! Get down..!"

"I'm going to stuff your throat, any last words?"

"...Uh-"

But as soon as he opened his mouth he found the imp's large wiener stuffed down his maw, his head turned upward as the imp began jackhammering away at his throat. This was the only signal needed for the party to begin, as the Hellhound quickly found the monstrous rod he spotted earlier pressing against his hole. Unfortunately, he could do nothing but slightly shuffle in place, even his head locked back as the lesser imps' balls slapped over and over against his face.

While he knew he should have been brimming with anger over his prideful body being used in such a way, his mind could only focus on the taste of the pre that began to coat his tongue, then the liquid that rushed forward and coated his throat and maw. It was all so intoxicating, as if a spell had been placed on him. Soon his rear met a similar fate, the burning of the unlubed member sliding in and out now cooled and coated in the demon's essence. Even his own member shot load after load.

After what felt like an eternity of being spit-roasted his holes were freed, yet all he could muster up was pleas for more. Another demon came, and another filled him to the point of busting his toned six-pack. His throat burned from use after use as the demons clamored to get their turn, their eager claws marking his body. There was nothing resembling the proud hell hound that had been bound just a while ago, instead just a horny seed-covered mutt, his gut busted and rear defaced by the ravenous gang of demons.

"phew... I'm spent. Well, here's your cash."

"T-this is human cash..."

"Is that a problem? Well if you want the real stuff we have some friends who would pay even better than this! What do you say?"

"YES!" The hound eagerly barked approval, as he spread his legs open for more. 

"Good mutt. You just keep tight till we're back with the rest of the crew."

To ensure his obedience his tattered clothes were used to bind his legs, not that it mattered because he wouldn't move an inch until his new suitors arrived. Eventually, there came a new group of demons, ready and eager to have their go at the bound bodyguard, who only laid back and wagged his tail.
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