In an old house with a large garden in Kraków, there stood a spacious, comfortable playpen where Tom lived with his pack of guys. Tom was 32, a handsome, slim dude with swarthy skin and a boyish charm that made him look younger, like a twenty-year-old. He had a fucking nice, firm ass, lightly dusted with dark hair, that drew stares and just begged to be sniffed. He had dark hair that fell messily over his forehead. His guys - Alex, Ben, Chris, Adam, and Michael - were similar to him: young, energetic dudes who loved to play around, joke, and spend lazy afternoons in the playpen, messing with a squeaky ball, sucking their thumbs, spending hours grooming one another, or just lounging around bullshitting about nonsense. The playpen was their sanctuary: big, with a soft carpet in the middle and tons of toys. There, they felt safe and had all the comforts they needed. They liked making up stories set in an imaginary forest behind the house.
Right next to it, at the entrance to the house, stood Jake's kennel. Jake was completely different - a big, muscular redheaded dude with a massive body covered in thick, bushy red hair on his chest, arms, and legs. He had broad shoulders, strong arms, pale freckled skin, and that dominant charm that made everyone around him feel small. His guys - Max, Luke, Sam, Tyler, and Peter - were a lot like him: cheerful, brash dominant guys, always ready for action. The kennel was their base: cramped but warm, full of energy and testosterone. Jake and his pack rarely stayed inside the kennel. They loved going outside, pissing under the trees, running around the garden, getting into fights and brawls, racing each other, and generally ruling the turf. Jake knew how to whistle, and it filled his guys with awe. Whenever he whistled, they came running immediately, even from the farthest corner of the garden.
The trouble would start when Jake wanted to go out somewhere for longer. Instead of leaving one of his boys alone in the kennel, he’d often bring him over to Tom’s playpen and ask Tom to keep an eye on him - so he wouldn’t cause any trouble. Tom and his guys were never thrilled about it. Because what did that really mean? It always ended the same way: energetic, brutal play, where someone from Tom's pack ended up with a roughly fucked, aching ass. Jake and his guys were total alphas - they liked to take what they wanted, and their play was full of strength, laughter, and merciless pleasure. Tom sometimes protested, but Jake had that charm, that voice, which made it hard to say no to him. All it took was for Jake to lick Tom’s anus, and Tom would already melt and agree to everything, at most pretending to be a little angry, just for show. And besides, Tom's boys also liked to play - like all young guys with pent-up energy to burn - but another dude's cock shoved up your ass was already a bit too much. They’d much rather play with a rope toy.
One sunny afternoon, Jake stepped out of the kennel, dragging Max behind him by the scruff of the neck. Max was one of his favorite boys - a tall, muscular blond (even taller than Jake), with thick blond fur on his chest, short hair, and that cocky grin. "Hey, Tom, come here!" Jake called out, approaching the playpen. Tom was sitting on the little rug, with Alex next to him, who was curled up in a ball and licking his own leg.
Tom looked up. His long legs started to tremble slightly, and his face flushed a bit. "What now, Jake? You want to go out for a piss again and leave me your guy? Fuck off."
Jake laughed loudly, slapping Max on his broad back. "Exactly, buddy. I need to run around the garden a bit, unwind a bit. Max will stay here, keep an eye on him, yeah? He won't cause any trouble, unless you provoke him." He winked, and Max bared his white teeth in a wide grin. Max had brought a rope with him to placate Tom and his guys a little. Because they really liked playing with a rope.
Tom sighed, looking at Max. "Fine, but only for a little while. And no funny business, understood? My guys aren't in the mood for those dumb games of yours."
Jake slapped Tom on the back - hard, so Tom could feel the strength in that gesture. "Easy there, Tom. You're so cute when you're angry. Even your ass looks cuter when you're angry." He left Max in the playpen, sternly forbidding him from leaving, and ran toward the garden. As he ran, his muscular body gleamed in the sun, highlighting his broad shoulders and freckled skin.
Max entered the playpen, glancing around curiously. He showed his rope to tempt the guys into playing. He even made some knots on the rope - to make it more tempting. But Alex, Ben, Chris, Adam, and Michael looked at him suspiciously. Ben, a slim little blond, snorted. "Great, another one from Jake's pack. What, you gonna bully us now, you dickhead? Fuck you, dickhead."
Max sat down on the floor comfortably, spreading his muscular legs. He had an unhappy expression because the guys weren't thrilled with his rope. "Bully you? Me? I am an angel. I just like to play. And you? You look like the type who enjoys a good time. Come on, let's play!"
Tom shook his head. "Max, seriously. Jake said you wouldn't cause any trouble. We're just sitting here quietly, chatting about nonsense. Join if you want, but without... you know."
Max raised an eyebrow. "Without what? Without touching? Without kissing? Without licking? Without fucking?" He laughed, and his eyes sparkled mischievously. "Come on, Tom. You know how it is with us. Jake taught us. And you have such a nice ass... Let me sniff it, please."
Alex stood up abruptly, approaching closer. "Hey, buddy, back off from Tom. We're here to rest and play with toys, not to be toys."
Max shrugged his shoulders. "Rest? You look bored. What can you do all day in this playpen? Play with a squeaky ball? Look out the window? Suck your thumbs? All of that's both useless and totally fucked up. Us guys from the kennel have action. Jake leads us, and we... well, we know how to have fun."
Ben joined the conversation, sitting down next to him. "So what, you throw yourselves at each other? Beat each other up? Jake dominates you, and then you look for victims here?" Ben didn't like the guys from the kennel, once he and Adam had sworn to each other that they would never be like them. Yet he inwardly admitted to himself, though not saying it out loud, that he in fact liked Max's rope and especially his legs, with that blond hair.
Max nodded with a smile. "Something like that. Jake is the boss. Big, strong, redheaded – you know what I mean. When he wants, he takes. I don't like having his dick in my ass either, I prefer to be on top – but oh well. And we learn from him. But hey, it doesn't hurt... well, maybe a little."
Michael, the youngest in Tom's pack, had been silent until now. He had been sitting curled up in the corner and sucking his thumb because he was terrified of Max. But now he spoke quietly. "And if we don't want to? We're not like you. We like to play, but not... not in that way."
Max approached Michael, placing his hand on his ass. "And what is your way? Please tell me. Maybe I'll convince you of my ways."
Tom intervened. "Max, stop it. Jake will be back any minute, he'll drag you back to the kennel and you'll get punished. Don't harass Michael - he's small and he's scared of you."
But Max ignored it. He approached Tom. His muscular body towered over Tom's toned but less massive build. "Tom, you're so pretty. That dark complexion, that boyish face... Jake told me how he mounted you yesterday. Remember? He said you moaned like a bitch."
Tom blushed. "That was only a few times! And I don't like talking about it. Jake is... well, he's Jake. But you're not him."
Max grabbed Tom by the chin, forcing him to look into his eyes. "Maybe I'm not him, but I can be him. Wanna try me?"
Alex tried to push Max away. "Hey, leave him alone, you sick fuck! Fuck off!"
But Max pushed Alex lightly away, then pulled Tom closer. "Easy, guys. It's just fun. Tom, tell them how you like it when someone mounts you."
Tom tried to break free, but he felt his dick hardening at the mere thought of what Max might do to him. He suddenly remembered how in childhood he played hide-and-seek with his buddies. "Max… no… please…"
Max kissed him hard, thrusting his tongue deep into Tom's mouth. Ben shouted: "What the fuck are you doing?!" Then Tom slipped his tongue into the younger but much bigger guy’s mouth, and the rest of his pack watched in shock.
Max pulled away from Tom, smiling broadly. "See? He likes it. Now you. Who's next? Because for now, I'm going to kiss every single one of you. And you're not allowed to blink, because whoever blinks first, I'll stick my dick in his mouth."
They tried to stare him down, but Adam blinked first—almost immediately. It was so stupid of him, just like an invitation to attack. Before anyone could react, Max grabbed Adam by the hand and threw him to the ground. "You, little one, you have such sweet little testicles. I'll stick it in you right away, because I want my testicles to touch yours." Despite what he said before, Max wasn't going to settle for Adam's mouth this time.
Adam fought back. "Let me go, you son of a bitch, you dirty prick!" In his mind, he was already plotting his revenge on Max.
But Max was too strong. He pinned Adam to the ground with his full body weight. "Easy, boy, it'll only hurt at first. Jake taught us how to do it right."
Tom rushed to help Adam, but Alex held him back. "Wait, Jake will be back soon, let them play by themselves…"
Max was already in action. His cock slid into Adam's ass as Adam screamed in pain and surprise. "Aaa! Fuck, stop it, Max!"
Max thrust his hips energetically. "Oh yeah, sweet little ass. You like it, don't you? Say that you like it!"
Adam moaned. "No, I don't like it… yes… oh fuck… oh fuck… yes…"
The rest watched, and Chris started masturbating in the corner, unable to hold back. "This is sick," he said.
Max didn't slow the pace, his hips slamming rhythmically, and Adam cursed from the pain, pleasure, helplessness, and humiliation.
"Yes, boy. I know you like it. All boys like you eventually like it when someone like me sticks his dick in him," Max said, grabbing Adam by the hair and pulling his head back to look into his brown eyes. He flexed his biceps right in front of Adam's face, so the pinned boy could appreciate how big they were.
Tom stood frozen. "Max, enough! Jake will kill you if he finds out that…" But of course he didn't believe it. He knew Jake wouldn't kill Max – on the contrary, he would probably laugh and join in. Alex tried to intervene, grabbing Max by the arm, but Max pushed him away with one hand. "Wait for your turn, handsome. And in the meantime, if you're in such a hurry, you can lick my balls." Alex, with a mixture of anger and curiosity, knelt before Max. His tongue touched Max's large hairy balls, licking them slowly. Max moaned with pleasure, looking down at Alex, who continued sucking the skin of the balls.
At the same moment, Ben, who was sitting nearby and staring at Max's legs, couldn't hold back his excitement anymore. He moved closer and started rubbing against them. His slim body trembled, and seeing Max's muscular calf, hard like steel, he suddenly clamped his legs around it, wrapping his thighs tightly around that hairy limb. He started humping Max's muscular calf, rubbing against it rhythmically. His small dick rubbed against the hairy skin, while Max fucked Adam, laughing at the sight. Ben humped Max's leg quickly, with energetic movements. He came on it after two minutes, covering the blond guy's hairy skin with his cum.
Chris, in the corner, couldn't pretend anymore. His hand moved quickly over his own cock. His eyes were fixed on the scene before him. "Fuck… this isn't fair… why does it look like this…" He moaned quietly, cumming on the floor. He bent down and quickly licked up his semen. His face was red with shame and excitement. Michael curled up even more, looking with a mixture of fear and fascination. Adam, pinned by Max's body, no longer tried to break free, passively submitting to being mounted by the big blond man.
Max finished with Adam with a loud roar, filling him with semen. Adam slid to the ground, panting heavily, with his ass burning like fire. "See? It wasn't so bad. Now you feel fucked in the ass, right?" Max stood up, brushing himself off, his cock still half-hard. He looked at Tom. "Your turn, boss of the playpen. Come here." Max approached him, his sweat dripping down his torso, highlighting the blond fur on his chest.
Tom backed away, but hit his back against the wall. "No, Max. Not this time. Wait for Jake." His voice trembled, and his eyes avoided Max's gaze, though he was clearly aroused.
But Tom's boys were no longer so sure of themselves. Adam lay on his side, panting, with his hand between his legs - it wasn't clear if he was trying to ease the pain or just continuing to get aroused by checking what Max had done to him and jerking off to the memory. Ben looked with wide-open eyes, flushed and embarrassed by what he had done to Max's leg. Michael curled up in the corner, but his gaze was glued to the blond's dangling cock. Alex stood closest, ready to jump to Tom's defense, but something held him back - maybe fear, maybe the same excitement that Chris felt, who was just licking the remnants of his semen from his fingers.
Max was already at Tom. With one hand, he grabbed him by the nape. Without ceremony, he shoved his face between Tom's buttocks and started sniffing his ass. His tongue immediately found the opening and started licking. Tom arched his back. His firm, swarthy butt came into view - perfectly round, smooth, with that dusting of dark hair around the anus.
"Fuck, you smell like paradise," Max murmured, then stuck out his tongue and ran long, wet licks along the entire crevice, from the balls up to the lower back, focusing on the hole.
At that moment, they heard footsteps. Jake returned. "What's going on here, boys? Max, you little shit, you couldn't hold out even for a moment? I'm gonna beat the shit out of you right now."
Max pulled his face away from Tom's ass and licked his lips, savoring the taste. He grinned broadly. "I was just playing, boss. They're all so eager... They ask for it themselves."
Jake burst out laughing, entered the playpen, and closed the gate behind him. His gaze swept over Tom's pack - Ben curled up slightly, Michael avoided his eyes, Alex clenched his fists, and Tom... Tom was on all fours with his ass arched. He smiled shyly at Jake. His cheeks were red from shame and excitement.
"Tom, my man. You know what, I already missed you." Jake approached Tom slowly and kissed him on the cheek. Then he placed his large hand on Tom's nape and pressed him harder to the ground - gently but firmly. "Max started well, so I'll finish it. Guys, make yourselves comfortable. He knows this is what he needs - my weight on him. You all feel it too, that same waiting inside you."
Max sat down next to him, lazily stroking his cock, which quickly hardened again. "I told you, boss. They're all so eager, they just pretend they're not. Nobody believes me. Never," he complained.
Jake didn't respond - he was already busy. His hands squeezed Tom's buttocks, and his tongue penetrated the opening. Tom braced himself on his hands, arching even more. Tom had a little bell that Jake loved to play with. A bell that could have saved him now if he had rung it. Jake always did what Tom wanted, just to play with Tom's bell. Even the silliest things. Once Tom had made Jake get on all fours, sat on his broad back, and ridden him around the entire garden, ringing that bell the whole time. But Tom didn't reach for it. He somehow forgot. "Jake... fuck... not here... not in front of everyone..."
"Yes, exactly here, in front of everyone," Jake murmured, pulling away for a moment. He spat on Tom's opening and slid in a finger. Tom purred, arching his back. "The guys from your pack need to learn that when someone from the kennel comes, you obey. Right, Max?"
Max nodded eagerly and crawled over to Adam, who was still panting on the floor. He figured Adam wanted him again. He peeled back the foreskin from his cockhead to tease Adam with it. "Hey, little buddy. Still not enough for you?" Without waiting for an answer, he flipped Adam onto his belly and entered him again. Sweat dripped from Max's blond fur onto Adam's back. Adam's hole clenched tightly around Max's cock.
Ben watched it with wide-open eyes, and his hand wandered to his own crotch. "This... this is sick..." he whispered, but he couldn't look away.
Jake pulled away for a moment, spitting on his finger and sliding it straight into Tom's asshole. Tom let out a high-pitched cry, arching his back like a bow. "Your guys are watching? So what? Let them watch how their boss gets mounted like a bitch. It'll teach them respect for guests from the kennel." Jake's voice was deep, amused, full of that self-assurance that always made Tom soften inside.
Max, fucking Adam from behind, laughed loudly. "Listen to him, guys! The boss is right. Adam, tell them how good it feels with my cock in your ass. Go on, out with it!"
Adam, with his face smashed against the soft carpet, panted heavily. "Aaa... fuck... it hurts... but... oh yeah, deeper, you son of a bitch..." he whined, unable to hold back. His hips moved back on their own, meeting the thrusts of the tall, strong blond who was mounting him like a bitch.
Next to them, Ben curled into a little blond ball, but his eyes were glued to the scene. His small cock was standing at attention, but he deliberately held back from masturbating. "This... this isn't fair... we were just playing quietly here, and you bully us like that," he muttered, but his voice trailed off when he looked at Michael.
Michael, the youngest in the pack - a skinny guy with dark curly hair falling over his eyes and a childlike face - sat in the corner, pulling his legs up to his chin. But his eyes followed Jake and Tom, captivated by their bodies. He saw how Jake's huge body covered in red hair rubbed against Tom's beautiful, swarthy one. In his mind, he was plotting a plan to build a pillow fortress that would protect him from the guys from the kennel.
Chris, who had jerked off in the corner earlier, now sat leaning against the playpen wall. His face was still red from a mix of shame and relief about what he'd done. He looked at Ben and Michael, trying to catch their eyes, as if looking for allies. "Hey, guys... this can't be like this. We're a pack, right? We can't let them come in here and just do whatever they want."
Jake listened to them amused, playing with Tom. His red stubble glistened with saliva, and his eyes sparkled mischievously. "Listen to this little one! Chris, you already played with yourself, right? You licked the floor so nicely after messing it up. Guys from the playpen are always like that – they talk, but they always dream of someone coming and playing with them. Right, Tom?" Tom panted, on all fours, with his face hidden in his hands, trying to pretend that none of this was really happening. As if he wanted to hide from the looks of his guys. But his buttocks shifted back, as if asking for more. Jake felt it perfectly; his instinct always caught such signals. He pulled his finger out for a moment, spitting loudly once more to make entry easier. Then, without unnecessary ceremony, he slid his cock into Tom's hole – with that unrelenting force that made Tom feel like conquered territory. Tom moaned loudly: "Aaa... Jake... fuck, slower... it hurts, you stupid idiot..."
The entire playpen filled with moans of pain and humiliation, smacking, heavy breathing, and the laughter of Jake and Max. This was no longer a lazy afternoon among squeaky toys on the soft carpet. This was real fun, exactly the kind the pack from the kennel liked. And Tom's pack? Well... they slowly stopped protesting. They had no choice. Adam, pinned by Max's heavy body, thought about escaping to the forest behind the house. Only that forest wasn't real. Tom was lying lazily under Jake, trying to relax and enjoy.
But Jake didn't slow down. His hips moved at a strong pace, and each thrust was like a statement: "This is my playpen when I'm here. This is my Tom, forever." Tom clenched his teeth and patiently endured everything Jake was doing to him. Max, busy with Adam next to him, glanced over and laughed: "Look how the playpen boss wriggles! Tom, admit you love it when Jake mounts you. Come on, say it loud!"
Tom tried to deny it, but his voice broke: "No... this isn't... oh fuck..." Jake grabbed him by the hair, pulling his head back so Tom could look at his entire pack. "Look at them, Tom. See? They're learning. They like watching us." And he fucked him hard, until he finally came in Tom's rectum. Tom slid onto the carpet. His body was sore but strangely relaxed.
His asshole now looked stretched and reddened, and the semen slowly leaked out, forming a sticky, white stream dripping down the inner side of his thigh. Alex couldn't tear his eyes away from that sight. He felt nauseous at the thought of what he was doing, but something made him act. He knelt behind Tom, spread his buttocks, and started licking Tom's asshole, lapping up Jake's cum. It tasted disgusting. Alex grimaced in distaste, but continued, licking slowly and thoroughly to ease Tom's pain, who moaned quietly from a mix of relief and shame.
Jake stood up, brushing himself off. His huge, muscular, red-haired body glistened with sweat. He spat on the carpet and looked at the rest. "Well, that was fun. Max, you little bastard, couldn't you wait? But good job with Adam." Adam lay on his stomach, with his hand between his legs, but he didn't deny it. Instead, he muttered quietly: "Fuck... that was... intense, Max." Max slapped him on the back, pulling out his dick: "See? I told you you'd like it."
He looked at Chris sitting in the corner. He walked over to him and looked down at him. Wagging his index finger, he summoned him closer with that impudent smirk. Then without a word, he pointed his finger at his penis, still dripping with semen and mucus from Adam's ass, dirty and sticky from fucking. Chris crawled on his knees and without a word took Max's dick into his mouth, sucking, cleaning, and licking it thoroughly. At the same time, Ben approached Adam and spread his buttocks, lapping up Max's cum. Michael, forced by only one look from Jake, knelt before him and started cleaning his thick rod with his small, childish mouth, the same way as Chris was doing it to Max.
Tom got up slowly, and his face was red from shame and anger. "Jake, this is too much. You leave Max for a moment, and it ends... you know with what. My guys are not toys for your pack. We like to play, but this... this is too much." His voice was weak, but his eyes shone with that boyish determination that always made him look younger. Jake laughed deeply, placing his large hand on Tom's shoulder. "Tom, Tom... always the same. You protest, and then you moan like a bitch. You know why I do this? Because you in this playpen just sit around, chat about some bullshit, about some forest behind the house, about some nonsense – and us in the kennel? We live. We run, we fight, we take what we want. Without us, you'd rot in that playpen of yours."
Jake grabbed Max and pulled him by his arm. "Alright, guys. For today it's over. Max, we're going back to the kennel." But Max, that cocky fucker, couldn't resist one last stunt. He stopped in the middle of the playpen, spread his legs wide, and with an impudent smirk started shitting – right on the soft carpet. The thick, steaming pile landed with a plop, filling the air with a sharp smell that mixed with the scent of sweat and semen hanging in the playpen.
"Something to remember us by, guys," Max tossed out, cackling loudly. Tom grimaced in disgust, and his pack muttered something under their breath – Ben snorted "You sick, sick, sick fucker." Jake just shook his head in amusement, slapping Max hard on the ass. "Alright, enough of this nonsense. We're going back before Tom really gets pissed." Max nodded, still laughing, and let himself be pulled toward the exit, leaving chaos behind. Jake winked at Tom in farewell: "Until next time, playpen boss. And clean up after us, huh?" – and they left.
The next day Jake brought Tyler.
But Michael had built a pillow fortress. The pillow fortress was a masterpiece - towers of cushions stacked, blankets draped like battlements, and Michael’s favorite stuffed bear positioned as a sentry at the entrance. He’d spent all morning on it, while Tom’s boys pretended not to notice.
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