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One day, when Kurt's like 16/17, Burt's away on a trip and maybe a delivery guy comes or one of Burt's male friends shows up and the dogs go crazy and chase him off. Kurt tries to calm them down, but they're still tense and suddenly one of them rips Kurt's underwear off (he's only in pajamas, shirt and panties/boxers) and mounts him. Kurt has no idea what's going on, and he tries to protest, but then it starts to feel really good. He lets the dog knot in him and doesn't even put up a fight when the other dog(s) fuck him, too, and he starts to enjoy it, though he still has no idea why.
Bonus: if Burt comes home and finds one of the dogs fucking Kurt, which has become a regular thing since the first time, Kurt thinks of it as just playing, a new game the dogs showed him. So he doesn't think anything of it when Burt plays the 'game' with Kurt, too.
Bp!Kurt, pretty pretty please.
Do not want: hard kinks such as watersports, gore, scat, bugcock etc.
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I also have some questions for the OP:
1. Would you mind that Burt was already using Kurt sexually at 14/15(but never PIV or anal and Kurt doesn't think of it as sexual)? Progression to PIV at 16/17 after the dogs as requested.
2. I have an idea about a farm so therefore Kurt understands the concept of breeding (just not as it relates to humans), is that ok?
3. In terms of innocence with regards to language. A lot of innocence fics have the use of kitty/puppy for the genitals but I want to go blunt with it ('cos Burt's an upfront guy and a forward thinker ... i.e. Kurt needs to adjust to society at some point after Burt's gone). Is that ok?
4. If I end up with a longer fic on my hands (an unknown quantity right now), how do you feel about Burt having a health scare and the introduction to a third party to nurse him back to health (and who finds out about Kurt and the dogs).
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1. Not at all, that sounds amazingly dirty and I love the idea, go ahead.
2. Sure, I was actually imagining them living at a farm, too, I just didn't want to be too specific. And yeah, Kurt can understand that, I just want him to be completely unaware of how human sexual relations work.
3. Totally ok. I actually like both kitty/puppy and the blunter terms, too, so it totally doesn't matter, whatever works for you.
4. Oooh, that sounds great! I'm not sure what you ship, but if the third party ends up having a sexual relationship with Kurt in some way then I'd prefer if he was either Blaine or Sebastian, perhaps Cooper.
Thank you so much for considering filling this!
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In the future, if you want to indicate you're the OP, fill author, or otherwise add information to the header, please do so while removing as little information from the header as possible. Thanks. :)
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If the longer fic idea happens then the third party is most likely to be Blaine (but Cooper's a good idea too).
In terms of a posting schedule, although I've made a start, it may be a bit slow and erratic because, as I mentioned, I'm in the middle of another long fill.
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Burt always knew his boy was special, beside his obvious physical condition, and he never wanted to see the light fade from his eyes like it had when the boy had lost his mother at eight. Months later, after selling his tire shop, father and son moved out of Lima and into the backwoods of the Ohio where Burt had bought a couple of hectares of land for them to raise some animals on, that came with a cute cottage in desperate need a some TLC.
Kurt saw it as an adventure and loved being able to explore the countryside, feed the calves, help his daddy to pick out colors and paint the walls. He happily spent hours in their veggie garden and at the lessons that came by mail. Mail day was his favourite, knowing that once a week new lessons would arrive along with a movie, a book, fabric or sometimes other special items like shoes or panties.
Burt had seen it as the way to protect his son from the cruelty that the world at large had already shown, a way to keep his boy from being corrupted, to provide him an education in a safe environment which wouldn’t include name calling and being shoved. All of the things his son's grade school hadn’t managed to do very well at all and Burt knew all too well that things would only get worse as his boy got older, once his secret got out, once the boys at high school found out about his son's pussy and would hurt him or simply help themselves to his son's innocence.
As a late bloomer, when puberty hit Kurt it hit him hard. The moodiness, the greasy skin, the constant questioning of their lifestyle and the changes to his body, why he couldn’t go into town with his father to fetch the mail and groceries, why wasn’t there any kids his own age to play with and so on. Which was, in part, why Burt brought home two Alaskan Malamute pups from the same litter one evening, knowing the boys would become best friends with his son, could provide security and would help out on the small holding, especially during the winter months, as they were bred to do.
Kurt had squealed with delight when the puppies popped out of the large box that his father had set down in the lounge. The most inquisitive of the pair was a light reddish brown and white pup who scouted around the room before sneaking up on the teenage boy and nipping at his socked foot, whereas his black and white brother bounded straight at Kurt and licked him up the side of his face.
“What’ll we name ‘em, Kurt?”
The black one yipped as he jumped in circles between them while his brother groaned in reply.
“He knows we’re talking about him, Daddy” Kurt laughed as the black puppy balanced on his back legs before tumbling over and jumping up with his tongue lolling out.
“Look, he’s just a born performer, isn’t he? Maybe we should call him Elvis?” Burt joked.
“Does that mean the other one is Presley?” his son said while wrinkling his nose.
The brown one snuck around the box then suddenly jumped forward and tackled his brother, playfully biting at his neck.
“Well, no, no. You can call him whatever you like. This one looks like he’s a hunter though.”
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“Well, I like the sound of that…Finch!”
“Hunter and Finch…that’s perfect, Daddy. Can they sleep with me tonight?”
“I don’t see why not, they’re your new friends, kiddo. You may as well get used to each other. Let’s go get their bowls set up, then you can head to bed and I’ll come down, get my goodnight kiss and tuck you in.”
“Ok!” Kurt yelled as he jumped to his feet and ran into the kitchen to rummage through the cupboards. “Will these do?” he asked holding up two rectangular ice cream tubs.
“Yep, but they’ll need one for their drinking water. You find that and I’ll give ‘em a snack.”
After a quick visit to the cottage’s fenced off front yard with Burt holding on to Hunter and Kurt with Finch so the puppies could do their business, everyone piled back in the house and headed for Kurt’s bedroom.
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Two years later and the pups had fully grown into their once gangly bodies and regularly spent mornings with Burt in the milking shed or in the paddocks with the cattle, more often making a mess rather than helping. Even though the dogs listened to Kurt and mostly followed instructions, it was Burt that had trained them with the basics commands.
He was proud of the bond between his boys; his son and the teenage dogs played as puppies together, roughhousing and chasing each other through the house and gardens but the dogs always stood guard over Kurt, acting fiercely protective whenever the milk tanker arrived or when the vet stopped by. Burt knew that his precious son was safe with the boys and it allowed him a little freedom as Kurt got older to head out for a night in the closest town to take in the pleasures of a local lady or two, not to mention pick up larger items they might need like fuel or parts for the generator to keep them going over winter.
Prior to Kurt’s sixteenth birthday, their days started like any other with Kurt bent over the kitchen table, legs spread with his panties on the floor, while Burt had breakfast before heading out to milk the cows at 4am. Usually he licked and sucked at Kurt’s pussy to his heart’s content, letting his son writhe until he took pity on him and would rub a thumb over his clit while lapping at his juices until Kurt clenched and came on his father’s tongue.
Kurt would then freshen up with a shower and cook a hearty second breakfast, like the characters in his favourite books, ready to sit down and eat when his daddy came back in. His mornings were most often spent studying with his father’s help and completing the weekly tasks in his lesson plan, only occasionally asking Google some questions that he didn’t want to ask his daddy.
Of course, he was unaware that his father only allowed him access to an old laptop that was connected only to the home network and not the internet. Kurt’s ‘Google’ was, in fact, an IM program that was linked only to his father’s account. Burt felt it was in everyone’s best interest to understand what it was that Kurt wanted to know about and to be able to give him only the information that he deemed necessary or palatable.
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Granted, Kurt received pleasure during his father’s first ‘breakfast’ but it was about Burt getting the protein he needed for the day and not about Kurt having an orgasm, so on days when he was in a rush and didn’t have time to get Kurt over the edge, his son didn’t make a fuss because he knew it was about nutrition not his pleasure. If it happened, it was a bonus and they never discussed whether it felt good or not, Kurt knew it just needed to be done because you can’t start the day on an empty stomach. His health lessons had only reaffirmed that people needed breakfast to function and protein was good for you.
Burt knew though that the same couldn’t be said about his son giving him a goodnight kiss. That was for pleasure but it had nothing to do with Kurt’s. Because of their early morning starts and home schooling schedule in the morning, Kurt spent his afternoons doing the gardening, baking, housework and occasionally helping out with the calves, meaning their day was over much earlier than in a normal household.
Burt liked to hit the hay at 9pm which meant tucking his boy in while the dogs languished at the end of the bed and having Kurt open his mouth wide to give his Daddy’s cock a goodnight kiss. Most nights, Burt came fast and let Kurt swallow his seed down but occasionally he’d spray his release across his son’s face, just to remind all his boys that Kurt was his, first and foremost.
Before the dogs had come along, it would crust up in streaks that Kurt would forget about and would still be present when he stumbled into the kitchen in the morning. But since the dogs had taken up residence on Kurt’s bed, they licked it off pretty quickly. Kurt didn’t seem to mind too much and Burt would watch from the doorway as his son would wrestle with one or both of the dogs before they all settled down to sleep at Kurt’s insistence.
Burt sometimes wondered if his son didn’t know exactly what the dogs were thinking when they wrestled with him like that. Kurt understood that the Bull from the next farm over would come to visit and would mount a paddock full of their cows in order to produce calves. He even watched the mating from time to time, although the dogs would be on alert and bark constantly if the vet was in attendance as well, so most of the time he suggested that his son take the dogs down to the river to swim or take for a long walk so they wouldn’t be a distraction. Kurt always seemed happy to do so and after the bull had finished for the day, Burt would often go looking for his boys to see if they were alright.
Often times he found them in the field behind the house, playing fetch or chasing Kurt while he held a ball up over his head. Eventually they’d tackle him, pulling at a calf or an ankle to pull him down and then one would run around him in circles while the other would jump on him, trying to lick his face. Burt would stand and wait, watching as the young dogs tried to stand over his him or would put their noses to his son’s crotch, knowing eventually Kurt would tell them off or move and they’d lose interest and spot their daddy by the gate.
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With the onset of June they, not only celebrated Kurt's 16th birthday, but came across the opportunity to breed his cows once more and he worked with another farmer’s prizewinning bull from a few towns over. They’d had the chance to meet at a sports bar after Burt had celebrated his 45th birthday with a nice enough redheaded hooker. Unfortunately her overnight rates were through the roof, so he’d had a good time and headed back to the bar to watch the big game and shoot the shit with some locals. William had offered the services of his stud, Puckerman, to have a crack at Burt’s cows, which he happily accepted not thinking of the fact that William lived more than a few hours away.
So when the call came that William could get away on a Thursday but would need to stay overnight before driving back, Burt hesitated. They barely had visitors that came inside the cottage, let alone had someone to stay overnight before. After a moment’s silence while he thought of the fresh blood to his herd that this could bring, he agreed and made plans for the end of the week.
Kurt was surprised but excited at the prospect of a visitor. It was always nice to meet new people and although he felt shy at first, especially if the dogs were barking like crazy, he soon warmed up to company. His father had given him a talk once he’d let Kurt know that William would be sleeping on the couch Thursday night. Namely about being dressed appropriately, no wandering around the house in only his panties or only in his nightshirt sans panties, as Will may find it uncomfortable.
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Tbc...
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Burt tucked in his son into his bed the night before William was due to arrive as usual. Kurt happily dropped open his mouth and let his daddy push his swollen cock inside.
“Remember, baby, for goodnight kisses, we use tongue don’t we?”
Kurt sucked on the cock and nodded, making sure to curl his tongue around his father’s fat length as it shifted back and forth.
Burt grunted as pain in his lower back flared because of the angle he was leaning down, making Kurt pipe up.
“Are you ok, daddy?”
“S’ok, my back’s just sore. Why don’t you lie on your side so I don’t have to lean forward so much.”
“Nuh uh” Kurt shook his head and stayed on his back. “You come over here,” he motioned with his hand for his father to kneel over him.
The dogs whined as Burt crawled onto the double bed and straddled Kurt’s chest, but otherwise made no move. Grabbing an extra pillow, Burt eased it under his boy’s head, tilting him just right to allow him to push his shaft all the way in. He could hear the sound of constant licking from behind him but though nothing of it as his son sucked down his length once again.
Letting his restraint go, Burt thrust into the delicious wet suction until his hands were threading through Kurt’s hair to hold him still as he came down his throat. His son pulled off with a lip smacking sound and licked his lips, satisfied that he’d gone a good job and had swallowed all his protein.
“Good job, buddy. That was a great way getting my kiss. We should try that again tomorrow.”
“Yeah...hey daddy, what’s that pink bit?” Kurt asked pointing to Hunter’s slightly protruding dick.
“Oh, that’s just his cock, baby boy” Burt answered matter-of-factly as he tucked his own away and climbed off the bed.
“Dog’s have cocks?”
“Yep, some dogs have cocks and some have cunts. How else can they make little puppies?”
Kurt pursed his lips as he took on this new information before asking his next question. “So if dogs have cocks, do I have to give them a goodnight kiss too?”
Burt smiled as he ruffled his teenage son’s hair. As hot as it sounded, he wasn’t going to lead his boy down that path and nor did Kurt need to know about his father’s oral adventures while feeding the bobby calves. “Nope. They can do that themselves. See?” he pointed to Finch who was busily lapping at his pink tip poking out from his sheath.
“Ok, that makes sense. I guess if you could reach like that, you’d do it to yourself too, huh?”
Burt chuckled. “You bet I would, boy. Ok, time for lights out,” he paused to press his lips against his son’s forehead. “Tomorrow, we’ll have our first breakfast in here to get used to it ‘cos we’ll need to do that on Friday too.”
“But doesn’t William like to eat breakfast?”
“I’m sure he does but he can join us for second breakfast. That way there’ll be enough to go around, ok?”
“Uh huh. Night, daddy. I love you.”
“Love you too, kiddo. Sleep tight.”
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Burt stretched out in his bed as his muscles woke up, pushing back the covers and heading for his son’s bedroom as he scratched at his boxer
covered balls.
Pushing the door open wider, he found Kurt spooning Finch with Hunter sitting on his haunches at the end of the bed looking at Burt expectantly.
“Morning’ boy” he said, scratching behind Hunter’s ears. “You been looking after my boy? Good boy.” He clapped a hand on Finch’s hip and patted him a couple of times to wake him up and get him moving. “C’mon, off. OFF. Good boy” he praised as Finch clambered off the bed. Stripping back the sheet that covered his son, Burt lifted the extra large T-shirt Kurt had slept in. Just as he suspected, Kurt wasn’t wearing panties again this morning. Sometimes he forgot to put them on after his evening shower but Burt thought he might like the way his pussy felt without any covering, how slippery his folds would get in the early hours in preparation for his father’s mouth.
“Wakey, wakey sleepyhead” Burt teased as he climbed onto the bed and pushed the shirt up. He smiled as Kurt rubbed at his still closed eyes and huffed small breaths as he woke up. His daddy found the extra pillow and lifted his son’s hips up to get his pussy at an angle he could work with easily. “Shh, it’s ok. I’m gonna eat now so you can relax, baby.”
Kurt grunted in understanding and splayed his legs, letting his daddy push his thighs up and out. He let out a big sigh as his daddy put his mouth on him and licked insistently at his button, feeling it stiffen up and helping his cunt get wet, just the way daddy liked it. The more protein, the better, daddy always said and if he was feeling greedy he would keep eating after Kurt gushed the first time. His head rolled on the pillow as his daddy moved to lick all the way up and down his slit slowly, suddenly jolting up on his elbows. “Daddy!”
“What?”
“You-you...I always bend over for breakfast” he explained his confusion.
“S’ok, baby boy. You’re still tired and daddy doesn’t mind it like this, now let me get back to my breakfast.”
“’Kay” Kurt sighed happily and slid back down to the mattress. He giggled as daddy’s tongue tickled around his entrance but tried to keep quiet when more insistent licks were laid, sweeping over top and around his cunt.
Burt dipped his tongue into his son’s entrance, just teasing, before licking a stripe up the hot flesh, then flicking against his clit, trying to get Kurt wet quickly. The best thing about his son’s pussy was that it was the juiciest cunt he’d ever tasted. Kurt was always sopping in the morning and if licked just right, could produce a large gush of silky fluid that tasted divine. He was hoping to get a taste of that this morning, instead of the usual cream, and he intended to do something he wouldn’t normally do with Kurt to achieve his goal.
His son’s hips bucked a little as Burt flattened his tongue and stroked his boy’s clit firmly, rubbing the surrounding sensitive tissue as well. Closing his eyes, he could hear Kurt’s breathing quicken and the rustle of his body against the sheets as he squirmed. A parting lick to his son’s clit and he opened his eyes and pulled back a bit to see Kurt put his hands behind his head, making sure he was being good for daddy by not interrupting. Burt rewarded him with a rough lick along the groove above his hole and then pushed into his cunt with a pointed tongue.
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Burt tried hard not to hump the bed as Kurt’s pussy oozed after he stopped licking. He pulled the pussy lips apart, showing off the gape of his pretty pink cunt, still so tight. To his left, he heard Hunter whine and snuffle closer, trying to get more of his son’s scent. Ignoring the dog, Burt wet a fat finger and swirled it just inside, pleased with the jolt of Kurt’s body at the new sensation. He’d only used his fingers a few times on his boy, worried that he wouldn’t be able to contain himself and would instead get carried away; stretch his son’s cunt out, so he could just slide his cock inside without hurting him. So Burt limited himself to his tongue mostly, only using two fingers or a thumb occasionally to fuck his son’s pussy until it was overflowing, allowing him to rub his face all over Kurt’s vuvla until his son was trembling beneath him. Those days were the best.
As the finger pressed into his cunt further, Kurt moaned quietly before clamping his lips together in an effort to stay quiet. His whole body clenched as his daddy slid the finger in and out, swirling it around as it came out. When his daddy went back to sucking his button, Kurt could feel the dull ache in his gut getting bigger and warmer. As his father slid back inside him, it felt bigger, like two fingers this time. Kurt sighed as the pads of his daddy’s fingers massaged inside him while his button was being continually licked. He felt the fingers curl up and the urge to pee got stronger, then it relaxed as the fingers twisted and moved away from that spot. Relaxing, Kurt’s crooked legs fell wide against the bed and he closed his eyes, he floated until his daddy pressed against that spot inside him again.
Burt worked his fingers against his son’s G spot waiting for him to come with a gush. He could see the tension building in his baby boy’s thigh muscles and Kurt’s mouth was parted in a never ending gasp. Pulling out and plunging back in faster with both fingers he sucked harder on his son’s clit.
“Uh!”
Burt felt his boy’s insides spasm and lock down on his fingers as he worked him through the orgasm. The rosy flush drenched Kurt’s body from toes to tips of his ears as he came hard and shook while impaled on the digits. Burt yanked his sopping fingers out and plunged his tongue in to chase the juices, slurping and lapping them up greedily as he curled his tongue to scrape the walls trying to swallow down every last drop.
“H-ohhh”
“Shhh, baby” Burt mumbled as he languidly licked along Kurt’s slit, soothing the burning flesh and cleaning his son up. “There, all clean now” he said with a pat to an inner thigh. “That was delicious. You did good, kiddo” Burt said, satisfied, as he licked his fingers clean. Climbing off the bed with his hard-on tenting his shorts, Burt called Hunter to go with him, leaving Kurt still spread-eagled across the bed.
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“Heeey” Kurt whined as he tried to wiggle away but not wanting to move from his comfy spot.
Finch’s tongue lolled as he sniffed all around Kurt’s inner thighs and over the sparse patch of brown curly hair and the droplets of fluid collected there before taking a lick at it, swiping Kurt’s clit in the process.
“Oh”
Finch licked again, a longer lick up an outer lip, lapping again at his clit.
“Uh uh. That’s not your breakfast” Kurt insisted as he tried to push the dog’s head away without actually sitting up.
The sled dog licked him again repeatedly, his tongue catching against his cunt making Kurt groan as he relaxed into it for a moment.
“Finnnnch. Oh oh! Stop. Stop. Bad dog!” Kurt flung a leg over the dogs head and rolled way to sit up, legs dangling over the edge of the mattress.
Finch whined and wandered over to Kurt, licking the dried sweat from the back of his neck.
Kurt held his arm out as the oversized pup came to sit next to him, giving him a hug. “You’re such a greedy piglet, Finch. You don’t get to eat human food. Daddy doesn’t even like it when I feed you from the table, silly.”
Finch huffed and shook himself off when Kurt stood up, letting his shirt fall down to cover himself. “Let me go to the bathroom and then I’ll feed you, Greedy.”
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A/N - It might be a few days to a week before I post again but more smut to come either way along with the arrival of William.
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