CARL’S PUP POPPING by Regis

Feature Writer: Regis

Feature Title: CARL’S PUP POPPING

Published: 09.07.2023

Story Codes: Young Ones, WS, Anal, Auto-fellatio, Forced Pregnancy

Synopsis: Carl’s special talents make him a star and a stud

Disclaimer: the characters and events depicted in this work are fictional. The author does not condone or promote any unlawful activity such as is depicted in the story. By continuing to read this work you acknowledge that you are an adult who wishes to read works of fantasy and fiction for the purpose only of fantasy. All the characters in this story are adults. They may play different ages for the fictional character that they are depicting but they remain at all times adults.

Carl’s Pup Popping

Carl had begun in the Organization as a fuck stud, almost a year ago when he filled in for a friend who he worked out with at the same gym. They had both worked as studs at a gay strip joint that featured male strippers and fuck shows where they performed explicit and blatant homosexual sex acts up on the bar.

Although he was straight, Carl had become a star performer with his great physique and his large, clean-shaved exceptional sex equipment, or undercarriage, as they called it. All the guys enviously said he had the cock of a horse, with a swinging scrotum to match, and knew how to use it equally well in a bitch’s cunt or thrust into a guy’s rectum, or boycunt, as the anus was called in the queer business.

He hated the work, not because he didn’t like fucking for a living, but because he was no fucking fag homo, and it was a filthy show they did. The thing was it paid very well and he needed the money. It was a strip, fuck and suck show, in that order, and none of the men there were permitted to give themselves an enema before performing, so when he went up a guy’s ass he was usually fucking the dude’s muck.

Then when he had to suck a guy’s erection, which was a regular part of the show, it was usually the guy who had just butt fucked him, so the guy’s prick was usually streaked with his own offal. He hated that part, but the money was so good he couldn’t refuse. That was what life was like for Carl, because he had to pay the bills.

Most of the working guys in the place doing the fuck and suck shows were straight, because the gays in the audience not only jerked off while watching them, but they loved to humiliate the nude pricks doing the shows, and straight guys were deeply humiliated by what they were doing. The management, catering to homosexuals, encourage them as much as they could.

Here in the Organization, at the mob-owned theater where he worked. it was totally different, because here Carl got to fuck females, and because it was a totally private organization, he got to fuck girls in their early teens, and some as young as eleven. Once they even gave him an eight-year-old to fuck.

He was required to mount most of the girls from behind, because they were usually very pregnant, so he used their back door, which he was used to from fucking the boy cunts. He also got to engage in rough sex, which he absolutely loved, where he was expected to beat the shit out of a girl he was fucking, although if she were valuable, he was instructed to not do permanent damage to any of them.

After all, these girls were fucking breeders, and Carl’s seed was needed to produce female pups from them. He maintained a great percentage, and typically sired about fifty female sprogs a month. This was what was required, and he gained a great deal of pleasure seeding the ovaries of the beautiful young breeding cunts.

The bitches began to show soon as they were pronounced pregnant, and were given hormones to ensure they whelped females. Male pups were of no use, and when one was born with a prick, it was consigned to the trash. Raising female children was enough work without the need to bring up useless male kids as well. It wasn’t practical.

Carl’s special talent was that whenever he mounted a woman or a girl on stage he became a fucking stallion, and his big cock seemed to grow stouter with every stroke. Some women in the audience fainted watching him perform, and they all wanted him to fuck them in the back room after the show. He was a player, and was always happy to accommodate them.

He felt very privileged, because the Organization was totally private, and for good reason. It was a fringe mafia group, going off the deep end for personal satisfaction in entertainment. The people who were members had got together to do things that couldn’t ever be done anywhere else, simply because they were all highly illegal.

As members of the mob, they made their own rules, and to become an employee, Carl had to be ‘made’, which in mafia terms meant he had to perform a kill, with it being witnessed and photographed. Because it was sexual in nature, he was in, a totally willing participant. He had no desire to become a real mafia guy, but what the fuck, doing this was just as good.

He was to do it in his first show. There was a woman with a voluptuous figure in her mid-twenties who was in charge of the young nude showgirls, and she was about to be replaced. He was told to rip her brief costume off her, rape her right on stage, and then to strangle the bitch to death while he fucked her. This was easy, and something he was both able and happy to do.

He did, and he waited until she had stopped struggling and her eyes rolled before he ejaculated his load into her unresponsive cunt. That was not his idea of a good time, but that performance and the size of his impressive cock got him the job in their show bar. He was their show stud, and as such he was responsible to do six shows a night, shooting a full load of sperm during each, and the occasional kill.

Carl had the balls for the job, and as long as he gave himself half an hour between shows, he was good for it, spurting as much of a load in the last show as he did in the first, pulling out and shooting his cum from his raging cock high into the air. From the point of view of his employers, he was a man’s man, capable of doing what they could only dream about, which was shoot multiple loads a night, in volume.

In addition to the fuck shows, which he did seven nights a week, at least three times a week he was required to do a show kill, usually of a pretty teenage girl. These men and their wives loved to see pretty naked young girls being murdered on stage, and he loved being the guy to do it. He was a perfect match for the job.

Best of all, and what he liked most was that these were clean shows. There was no boy fucking, the girls all had thorough enemas to clean them out before they went on stage, and although he often had to do a bit of contortion and lick his own cock after bung-holing a bitch, he was never required to taste his own shit or hers, for that matter. They found crap to be repugnant, as he did, and let him know it.

One of the beautiful young bitches that worked for the Mafia at the theater was a very accomplished contortionist, who did amazing things with her body. She took several weeks to train Carl how to do a few valuable tricks. The most impressive took the longest, as it took time to get the flexibility in his back to suck his own cock.

To start with he took a week to be able to kiss the tip of his prick, which was a great start. The first time he got close to touching it, he stuck out his tongue and made intimate contact. He was able to tickle his piss slit, pushing it open, which felt amazing. Then he realized what it must look like.

“I’m not a fucking fag!” he said as he uncurled and stood up, “This is the kind of thing gay guys do!”

“Oh no it’s not!” she said, “What you’re talking about is homosexual things, like people the same gender do to each other. This is totally different, because it’s unisexual, just one person doing it to himself. Honest! It’s no different that you masturbating, giving yourself a fist fuck, and as you know, everybody does that!”

He realized she was right. This was, as she said, perfectly natural, and took special talent to be able to do. She brought him a six-year-old little girl, got her out of her clothes, and told him to bite and chew on her little cunnie.

“I need you to make her piss in your throat, and if you do it hard enough, she’ll get excited, and that’s exactly what she’ll do.”

“You want me to drink her piss?” he said, “That’s fucking stupid!”

“Wait until you taste it. Little girl pee comes from immature kidneys, and is not all that bad.”

The idea of putting the pretty little girl’s cuntlet in his mouth was an idea he took to, and it just took him a minute to get the screaming kid to piss in his mouth. The bitch was right, it was a bit acrid, but in fact didn’t taste that bad. It was much tastier than what he’d experienced when out of curiosity he had sampled his own urine.

“Now that you’re used to the taste of fresh girlie-piss, straight from the cuntlet, I want you to get your cock close to your mouth, open wide and then take a piss into your mouth so when you do it in the theater everyone can see. They’ll love it! Like its not like being a human toilet when you’re just recycling your own waste water.”

With another week of training, he was able to get the flared head of his penis into his mouth, behind his teeth. With more practice he was able to get several inches v of his penis buried in his mouth, and In that position during a show, he jacked himself off, and got his first taste of a full load of his own fresh semen.

It wasn’t as bad as he’d thought it might be, and doing the obscene act earned him great applause, particularly from the ladies, for spurting his own cum down his throat with such obvious fervor and enjoyment. Cum-drinking guys weren’t that common, and when it was his own cock he was sucking off, he gained the attention of an agent.

That was as far as he went in public for now, but with his new agent’s encouragement, kept working at it privately, and after three months he was ready. He astounded his audience when he drove his penis deep into his throat so that his lips grasped the base of his cock, and demonstrating amazing flexibility, he gave himself a deep throat-fuck!

It became quickly obvious from the aroma that the ladies, at least those in the front rows, were pissing themselves with delight. This distracted Carl. His big prick was chocking him as he worked, as he unable to breathe with his rigid cock lunging deep into his throat. He was as prompt as he could be in ejaculating directly into his stomach.

He was still shooting when he jerked his pumping penis out of his throat and mouth, and covered his face with a load of sperm. The women loved it! This cock-sucking stud named Carl, so flexible he could suck himself off, was a true star! The ladies loved his show, and were actively masturbating as he worked.

His favorite shows were the birthing competitions, where when there were enough of the pregnant girls in their early teens who had reached full term, they were bound to posts on stage, and he became a naked boxer, his raging erection and swinging balls on show while he punched the bound pregnant girls bellies in rotation.

He kept this assault up until one of the girls’ cunt flared, and she finally popped her pup for the cheering audience. When she was done, he went back to work on the other swollen teen bellies until , one by one, all of the screaming bound girls had dropped their little sprogs, without the use of their hands, and then he’d clean up.

The Organization ‘recruited’ the pregnant teens from single mothers health clinics. They operated three in the State, for this very purpose. It was a perfect setup, but when they took the life of some of them, it became an issue. Carl identified a solution, and proposed that instead of disposing of the infants along with the bodies of girls he’d killed, they only dispose of the baby boys, and start a nursery with the baby girls.

His point was well taken, because they were all very rich, and any baby born on their property was never registered, had no birth certificate, and as far as society went, they didn’t exist. With no records, they could raise them to the age they wanted, and when they popped them for fun and entertainment, there was no muss, no fuss.

Carl had graduated high school, and had completed a couple of years of college before he dropped out, studying business, and had been pretty good at it. It was the money for the late-night sex shows that had caused him to leave schooling behind, but he had a good business head, and was put in charge of developing the nursery.

He started by buying a warehouse more than a mile away so that it was handy but would never be associated with the Organization’s private sex show theater. They stocked it with pregnant young girls who were to become permanent breeding stock, until they were needed for a higher purpose. Good producers would become wet nurses.

He bought an enclosed van with excellent sound proofing to safely transport the girls. There was room in the large vehicle for a guard with a crop to ride with then naked young girls to maintain order. There was nothing like a stinging slash from a whip to catch a girl’s attention and get her quickly in line with expected behavior.

Guards quickly learned that a slash to the vagina, although difficult when the girls were seated, was the most effective and satisfying why to get the most out of a whipping, and got the loudest and most energetic shriek out of the girls, for the enjoyment of the driver, who couldn’t see what was going on.

All of the seats in the back of the vehicle for the girls to ride on had an ebony wooden post sticking up, the size of a dildo, so that they had to lower their cunts onto these in order to sit. The posts kept them seated and from moving around, as silly girls tend to do. It was all about their discipline, but was not unpleasant.

As a bonus all of the young girls got a brief but active dildo fuck on the short ride on the bumpy road to the theater, to be in or serve liquor at a sex show. This was one of the few pleasures afforded them, and they were always ready to board the van when they were required to work a show, to be fucked and whipped as an entertainer or, if they were lucky to work as a naked serving girl.

The Organization provided a midwife who lived full time in the special purpose breeding barn, so that she was available if a girl had the bad luck to go into labor during the day or when there were no birthing shows or competitions scheduled. They liked the girls to conceive when an audience could enjoy their naked agony during production.

Carl saw no reason to pay the expense of a doctor when a whelping woman could assist as much as possible, and ensure a good rate of survival of the birthing process. Baby boys were killed as soon as they emerged, and any mother who didn’t survive was hauled off to the special dump where a series of deep wells were dug for disposal of dead cunts, along with the carcasses of infant boys.

Girls, on the other hand, were valuable, and were kept to be raised to the age at which they would become useful, which was much younger than the age to reproduce. Little girls as young as four were used as naked cherubs in shows, and they were taught to perform and pose as sexually stimulating creatures from that age forward.

There was no use in wasting the sexuality of little girls just waiting for them to grow to the age where they could perform in live fuck shows as the featured stars. Carl learned that when they reached the age of five he could, in most cases, open their rectums with his penis without splitting them, giving the screaming little girls a solid anal fuck.

He found the ladies were most impressed when he jerked out of the little asshole and, doubling over, thrust his poop-smeared penis into his mouth and gave his own throat a deep fuck for their enjoyment. When streaked on his own erection, kiddie poop did not taste as offensive as he thought it might, and it gave the horny ladies a great show.

Carl was no geek, but out of curiosity once he had reached back between his legs when he was sitting on the toilet, grabbed a bit of his own shit, and tasted it, just to see what it tasted like when fresh. He had seen videos of women shitting into each other’s mouth, and he wondered how they could stand it. He’d hated sucking shitty cocks when he had started in the business. He thought they tasted shitty.

THE END