From stud to dud: WOOF!

Very special thanks to Chadfan! We co-wrote this story and had a great time exchanging emails and tossing ideas back and forth. This story is a bit different from the rest of my work, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Previously on “From stud to dud”:

Meet the characters (incl. pictures)

CRUNCH!

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BUZZZ!

Title credit: I read the phrase "From stud to dud" first in pooiu's 2010 f/m story Busting League: Day 1. Check out his excellent story blog Busted Spuds. 

Bucky opened his eyes. His eyes slowly focused on the big mirror on his ceiling. He was lying naked on his mattress. To his left, a naked girl with blond hair and big breasts lay on her back, snoring audibly. To his right was another naked blond girl, sleeping on her stomach.

Bucky grinned. Right, the two Swedes…

He slowly sat up, stretching his limbs and yawning.

In front of the mattress was a hot blond guy, passed out on his knees, his face flat on the ground, his ass up in the air, his jeans around his ankles.

Right, the three Swedes...

Bucky searched the bed until he found a half-smoked joint under the pillow. He lit it and inhaled deeply.

Oh yeah, it had been a fun night…



Bucky’s eyes fell on Captain Crunch, the Rottweiler who was lying at the foot of the bed, looking straight back at him.

Bucky grinned. A fun night indeed…

He winked at Captain Crunch and grinned. “Good dog”, he chuckled before taking another deep drag.

Captain Crunch’s eyes lowered towards Bucky’s crotch. Then he got up and padded out of the room.

The door to the next room was ajar. The dog nudged it open with his snout and entered the room. Instead of a bed or a mattress, there were just a couple of blankets on the floor.

Captain sniffed the blankets and quickly turned his head away. He wandered around the pile of blankets, stopping when he encountered at socked foot. That was where the foul odor was coming from!

In Captain Crunch’s experience, humans were very poor at body hygiene. Actually, all three of his masters were terrible at it.

And this one was the worst. The one who stabbed other humans with sharp needles and injected ink into them for a living. Shawn. Captain sniffed at his foot and scoffed. He stifled the wish to throw up on the floor.

But he wasn’t here for Shawn’s foot.

Captain Crunch turned his head and found what he was looking for. He scoffed at Shawn’s pathetic dick. That short little thing. One bite. Maybe just half a bite.

Those big, juicy balls on the other hand…

Captain Crunch bared his teeth and growled.

They looked even bigger than usual. Red and swollen and juicy and tasty. Just what he needed.

Captain stuck out his tongue. Slowly he put one of his paws on the mattress. Today was the day.

He heard Shawn snore. Judging from the sound and the rotten stench of alcohol that filled the room, Shawn wasn’t going to wake up until Captain had finished his meal.

And what a nice meal it was…

Captain’s second paw was on the mattress. He craned his neck. His snout was only inches from Shawn’s tasty, swollen testicles.

Captain inched closer, letting out an excited yap.

Shawn let out a groan and rolled over onto his stomach.

Captain growled. Damn. Now his meal was out of sight. Damn damn damn. Stupid dog. Stupid dog. Those damn self-control issues.

Shawn opened one of his eyes and looked at Captain. “Good dog”, he mumbled before starting to snore again.

Captain growled again.

Alright. Not today. His time would come.

Captain Crunch padded out of the room and looked at Bucky’s room. The vet. His balls were available. And he was stoned all the time. Easy prey. On top of that Captain had seen him do horrible, horrible things to other dogs. Horrible things. Captain let out a bark.

But he was a doctor. And he’d probably put Captain to sleep if he just went in there and bit off his balls. After all, he used them pretty often. He was probably very fond of them.

Captain turned around and padded down the stairs. Where was the third one, the guy with the big, juicy bone?

He found him in the garage. Rocco. Naked. Of course.

Captain watched him from the door. Something was going on. The big, juicy bone was wrapped in bandages. And it wasn’t nice and hard like it usually was when he was working in the garage. Something was going on.

Rocco was standing in front of the old wooden Wheel of Fortune that he had bought a couple of years ago. It was an awesome party game. And he was looking forward to an awesome party. He couldn’t wait for the bandages around his cock to finally come off.

Rocco wiped his forehead. Damn, he was so horny. His balls were boiling. And they were still aching from all the torture they had had to endure in the alley behind the bar. From the insane amount of electricity that had flown through them. And from the fire that had lit up in his crotch due to a short circuit. And from the hard, nut-crunching stomps by a helpful and very eager fireman that had put out the flames.

He sighed and bent over to adjust the bolts at the foot of the wheel. He spread his legs wide, bending his knees, to avoid squishing them between his thighs and to allow them to swing freely.

Captain Crunch watched him. His heart jumped when he saw Rocco’s huge balls exposed between his thighs. Big, dumb human.

Slowly, silently, Captain moved towards Rocco who was completely oblivious.

Rocco’s big, red balls were right in front of Captain’s nose. Damn, they looked even bigger and tastier today! But they smelled a bit funny. Captain jabbed his nose at Rocco’s balls, causing them to bounce and jiggle.

Rocco let out an anguished grunt.  He turned around, grimacing in pain. “What the---“

Captain looked up at him, wiggling his tail. That always worked with humans.

Rocco’s face broke into a grin. “Captain Crunch!” He chuckled. “Be careful with my balls, buddy! You don’t want to hurt me, right?”

Captain jabbed his nose at Rocco’s balls again, harder this time, smacking them against Rocco’s thigh.

Rocco winced. “Hey”, he chuckled. “I said careful…”

Captain poked his nose into Rocco’s balls once more, making Rocco let out a grunt.

Rocco grimaced in pain. “Captain, you know I love you but you’re a stupid dog…” He grabbed his nutsack by the neck, letting his fat, meaty balls dangle in front of Captain’s shout. “These are really sensitive”, he explained with a grin. “No poking, okay, Captain?”

Captain quickly cocked his head back and slammed his snout into Rocco’s balls like a soccer player scoring a header.

Rocco let out an anguished yelp. “No”, he said hoarsely. “I said no poking.”

Captain looked at the big sack of balls right in front of his nose. This was fun. He brought his head back again and rammed his nose into Rocco’s meaty balls once more.

Rocco groaned in agony. “No”, he moaned, “What part of ‘no poking’ don’t you understand?”

Captain looked up at him. Humans were dumb. And this human was a particularly dumb specimen. He looked at Rocco’s balls again and rammed the top of his head into Rocco’s crotch like a bull, causing Rocco to stumble backwards with an anguished yell and land on his ass.

Captain watched as Rocco was clutching his crotch, grimacing in pain.

He could go for the kill. But then the fun would be over. Besides, those meaty balls smelled like they were half-cooked anyway, and Captain liked his balls raw and juicy.

Suddenly there was a noise. Captain Crunch cocked his ears. A car. Fresh balls! He turned around and trotted out of the garage and into the yard.

Behind him, he heard Rocco groan, “Good dog.”

Captain spotted the car right away. A visitor! He let out an excited bark. He knew that car! He barked again and hurried towards the noise.

Chad stopped the car right next to an old VW Bus that looked like it hadn't been moved in quite a while. He turned the engine off and looked at the tattoo parlor in front of him. Today was the day. He’d finally get that tattoo. He opened the door and got out of his car.

Captain Crunch was feeling the wind around his snout as he ran towards the balls.

Chad turned around and saw the big, heavy Rottweiler rush towards him. His eyes widened in shock.

Captain Crunch had his eyes on the balls. A big, juicy package. Something to really sink his teeth into. A nice, meaty breakfast.

Captain picked up his pace and opened his jaws, baring his teeth. There it was! There was his breakfast!

CHOMP!