I flipped through the worn pages of the comic, the cheap paper slick under my fingers, and there it was again – the same filthy scene that had my cock throbbing since the first panel. Two guys, all muscle and sweat, on their knees in a barn, one of them already choking down a thick, veiny dog cock while the other got mounted from behind by a massive stallion. The art was crude but it hit hard, every line making the knot swell and the cum spray in thick ropes across their faces and asses.
My hand was already down my pants, stroking slow and rough as I stared. The story in the comic was simple: two farmhands who found the animals more than willing after a long, lonely season. No buildup, just raw need. The first guy in the panels grunted as the dog's knot popped inside him, his hole stretched wide while the beast fucked him in short, powerful thrusts. Cum leaked out around the knot, dripping down his balls. The other guy had his face buried under the stallion's belly, tongue lapping at the flared head, swallowing every drop the horse pumped into his mouth.
I pulled my dick out, spitting on it for lube, and matched the rhythm on the page. Stroke for stroke with the drawings. The comic showed close-ups: the way the dog's claws dug into the guy's hips, the way his own cock bounced untouched and leaked all over the hay. The stallion guy got lifted right off his feet when the horse thrust deep, his belly bulging slightly with each slam. Filthy dialogue bubbles floated above them: "Fuck, breed me," and "Take that knot like you were made for it."
My breathing got ragged. I turned the page and there was the money shot – both guys side by side, asses up, holes gaping and dripping animal cum while they kissed each other messy and desperate. The animals stood over them, still hard, ready for round two. I came hard, shooting across my own stomach and the comic, adding my load to the ink stains already there.
I didn't stop. I flipped back to the beginning and started over, jerking slower this time, letting the images burn in. The comic didn't shy away from anything: the stretch, the heat, the way the guys moaned like they were addicted. One panel showed the farmhand licking the dog's cock clean after it pulled out, cum and spit stringing from his lips. Another had the stallion guy bent over a bale of hay getting railed so deep his toes curled.
By the third time through the book my balls ached but I kept going, chasing that same filthy high. The comic ended with the two guys collapsed in the straw, covered in cum from every angle, animals standing guard like they owned them now. I came again, messier than the first, the pages sticking together under my hand.
I closed the comic with a satisfied groan, already knowing I'd be back to those pages tomorrow.
Some stories just don't let you go.
