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Chapter 4

Remaking Dash Baxter was easier than Danny expected. The blonde was so repressed and needing attention it was a snap to turn the jock into a hungry pet. Strip away the ego and the nonsense Dash wanted and craved attention. He just got it by being a jock and the “most popular guy” in school.

It was hollow and empty, Danny gave him something more fulfilling. His descent into pethood was smooth. Fenton and Foley gave him more love and attention in a few weeks then years of being the big jock on campus.

Such an eager pet to be played with, his favorite treat was semen, his favorite game was sucking cock, his best reward was taking dick, his master’s being his favorite.

Like any good pet owner Danny made sure Dash had plenty of toys. His favorite was a dog tail butt plug, a collar and leash, and some paw gloves that made it so he couldn’t jerk off. The last came in handy, in the games they played.

Dash would sit like a good boy and watch as Danny bred Tucker, giving him that big cock. The one he loved so very much, just seeing it break another man’s hole, made his own twitch and throb in want. His cock and ass were wanting attention, but he couldn’t touch himself with his paws.

He was quite the voyeur, and Tucker was enjoying being watched. His hole was clenching extra tight. Danny’s thrusts worked hard and deep, as Foley got the deep dicking that made his toes curl, Fenton’s pelvis clapped his ass making his booty bounce and jiggle. The tremor ran through his channel, so right after the penis rammed his sweet spot, the vibrations tickled it right after, prolonging the pleasure.

Dash panted, watching the two go at it, a mix of lust and jealousy swirling inside him. “Ohhh!” Tucker arched his back and moaned, cumming all over the ground. Danny pounded his clenching heat, increasing the friction between them, and letting it pull him over the edge.

“Aahhh~!” Danny moaned, his balls churning out his hybrid cum. Each spurt hit hard, and Danny’s dick was right up on his sweet spot. Foley shivered and squirmed as each spurt splattered his prostate before flooding his hole.

He pulled his still hard cock out, leaving Tucker’s hole gaping and wet. “Okay Puppy, snack time!” Dash crawled forward, his hard cock bouncing like an excited puppy. Without missing a beat, he began to eat out Foley’s ass.

“Ohh!” Tucker shuddered as the jock thrust his tongue inside. It swiped and worked, curling and taking the cum from his hole to his waiting mouth. A horny smirk graced his features. He fought the urge to say “kiss my ass” every time.

Having Dash Baxter french his hole was too good to ruin. “That’s my good boy!” Danny said and ran his fingers through blonde hair. Baxter moaned, closing his eyes in bliss.

He wanted his master’s milk and would take it from Tucker’s well fucked hole if he had to. His efforts were rewarded. Foley could just relax and recover from the intense fucking Fenton gave him and enjoy the rimjob.

Danny got to reward his pet with some heavy petting. He mixed it up from fingering him, groping his balls, and pumping his shaft. The change up of stimulus kept Dash feeling good but kept him from cumming.

After Dash licked his “bowl” clean, it was time for his “bone”. He got to suck Danny’s dick, and like a dog after a bone, he licked and worshiped the cock. Every inch was bathed with his tongue, he even dipped down to lap at Danny’s nuts.

Danny moaned his praises, coaxing his good boy on. Dash enjoyed sucking his master’s penis, he worked to the tip before gobbling it down. It was his treat so Danny just let him work, changing up licking and sucking. The blonde’s cock wept underneath him.

Tucker recovered and he brought his fat cock to Dash’s hungry hole. He pushed inside and the jock moaned. “Yeah, you love my cock, you naughty bitch!” Tucker loved to dirty talk, and Dash was getting more into it. Their coach could be degrading in an attempt to push the guys on the field. He made it clear it was just to drive them, on the field he seemed like a total psycho drill sargent, but in class he gave the guys plenty of respect and care.

Tucker was a bit of a selfish top, he pounded Baxter’s ass, using his ass for his own pleasure. Dash had no complaints as he was spitroasted. It was no surprise he came hands free. He even came again as the two guys pumped him full of cum.

This was one of their favorite games, but they were having sex often. At school, they’d fuck Dash as they pleased, pumping him full of more and more semen, before popping a butt plug into his ass. Baxter was loving being plugged, and having the cum shift inside him all day was a little weird but wonderful.

At the end of the day Fenton gave him a thermos to empty himself out with. It was a hot show, Dash working his anal muscles to push all the semen into the thermos. This was one of the few times Danny let Dash jerk off, he topped off the thermos with his own load. He chugged a full days supply of cum. He drank it like a protein shake, the cocktail of semen was delicious. “Good boy!” The praise was the icing on the cake.

If there was one thing holding Dash back, it was fear. He was scared of his dad finding out. It wasn’t a problem for long.

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Booker Baxter was Dash’s father, in all honesty he hated his first name, finding the name Booker to be too nerdy. So he had everyone call him Baxter, feeling that was a strong and manly name. He was just another notch in the long line of Baxter men, and he was very much “old school”. A product of his father and his father before him.

Times may have changed but Booker Baxter was stuck in his ways. He had stuff in his head that should have died out in the caveman days. In his mind boys don’t wear pink or purple, as they were “girl colors”, guys don’t play with cute things, guys shouldn’t waste time with video games; those were for geeks, boys didn’t have to hit the books they needed to hit the gym; books were for nerds. Never mind his choices made his own life miserable, should have given him a wake up call but instead he passed on his beliefs to his son.

He was so old school, he actually believed guys didn’t need to cook or clean for themselves, because doing so meant “he’d have no need to find a wife”. It was a double dose of sexism, as guys who could he considered sissies or pathetic. Anything outside his mold of what “a man” was wasn’t right.

Booker knew his son was a bully and a jerk, and encouraged it. As he saw it Highschool was the best years of Dash’s life so he could do whatever he wanted, and if he bullied some puny nerds, geeks, or freaks, it was a life lesson for THEM!

It was a sad truth this man was positively twisted. He took an impressionable kid and made him a royal jerk with a warped view of the world. He’d never know how sweet, sensitive, or creative Dash was, all that was buried under the mountain of BS he crammed into his head. If not for Dash’s mother, the jock would have been A LOT worse growing up in this house.

Thankfully Danny helped clear out the clutter.

When Booker came home from work, he saw his son’s shoes at the front door. “Dash?” He called and got no answer. “Dash!”

Again no answer. The first thing he thought of was his son brought a girl home. ‘Let’s see the hottie!’ He went upstairs to get a peek.

Booker couldn’t quite see everything. From the crack in his door, he could make out a part of his son, and he could see he was naked. ‘Atta boy, get that slut!’

“Ohh Dash!” Baxter froze. ‘What the…?’ He heard Danny laugh. ‘Oh hell no!’ The door was flung open and the full seen hit him.

Danny Fenton was sitting in Dash’s bed, legs spread. His son had his face buried in the boy’s crotch, gobbling down cock like it was his last meal. Danny had one hand laced through the blonde’s hair, and another was holding his hand, fingers intertwined in an intimate hold.

What really got Booker was the state of his son. Dash was rocking a dog collar and faux dog ears on his head. He had a dog tail butt plug in his ass, which he was shaking in his enjoyment. The icing on the cake was the adorable pink cock cage binding his once proud rod. Dash moaned around Danny’s penis.

“DASH BAXTER WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” He screamed. Baxter flinched for a moment, but Danny gave his hand a squeeze and he was back in hog heaven. “YOU, YOU DID THIS TO HIM, YOU TURNED MY SON INTO A FA-” He didn’t get to finish as when he looked at Danny he was caught by a pair of red eyes.

Booker was frozen, unable to speak but he could see and listen. ‘What did he do to me?’

“Your dad walked in on us, do you wanna stop Dash?” He asked, while lovingly petting Dash’s head.

He pulled off his cock, and rubbed his cheek against it. “No, I wanna keep sucking your dick!” Danny nodded and Dash went back to it.

Booker felt his rage rise. “He’s an amazing cock sucker sir! Truly a natural!” Danny could see the man pop some veins in fury. He had to watch his son suck another guy off.

Danny came, and when Dash pulled off got a few spurts in the face. He smiled and licked his lips. “Looks happy doesn’t he?” Booker glared at him. “Roll over pet!”

Dash did, rolling onto his back, and showing off his caged cock and stuffed hole. It fueled his father’s rage. Danny sat on his face and Baxter wasted no time licking his master’s ass. “He’s got a talented tongue to, so much potential and you’ve been wasting it.”

Danny felt his issues with Dash shift towards his father, after going through his mind he learned where all these ass backwards ideas came from. “I’ll be seeing to Dash’s needs from now on, I’ll help him grow to be a proper man. You don’t need to worry about him, he’s gonna be a fine man, especially without your bullshit rotting him from the inside.”

Fenton chilled out for a bit before continuing. “I was half tempted to just fry your ass, but you’re grown you’ve made your choices.” He got off Dash’s face. “Say goodbye to your dad Dash.”

“Bye-bye~!” He waved.

‘Dash snap out of it boy don’t let this freak make you…’ Danny’s eyes glowed and he sank down. Booker’s mind was like a hoarders house, so it was best to dump it. He’d focus on supporting and taking care of his family, and those prehistoric and rotten ideas wouldn’t be passed on.

His wife would notice a change, but the household would benefit so much she wouldn’t question it too much.

To be continued