Used by Skin Dawg, shivering in fear, stripped and terrorised then taken to their lair, this young pup boy is introduced to the Boss in preparation for a life in absolute service to the pack, and a dirty little sex party to welcome them.
An all night sweaty, wet, raw fuck-fest with the newly used pups begins at SkinDawg's house. Collared and hooded their flesh is offered to all our guests, including some stinking wild pigs, sadistic daddies and even our friend the corrupt Manchester cop.
When there's no booted rascals around to keep the pup's holes wet and used, they are connected to our bank of automated fuck machines for several hours a day. Lubed up with their own cum and fed with our own brand of tinned dog food, the pups get their holed stretched and trained to keep them in the best condition, guarded by a team of nasty rascals who watch for their own enjoyment.
Skin Dawg keeps it's pups under lock and key around the clock, and caged during the night unless they are being used and servicing cock, licking boots or consuming piss. Guests to the factory get to inspect the pups on arrival, pick their favourite and tease them out through the bars of the cage. Pups are on full display and available to order online.
Occasionally the boss takes a lucky pup for himself into his own private playroom, throws them in the sling and breeds their arse all night. Very few pups get selected, the boss does have his favourites and he's a busy man, but don't push his patience or you'll end up back in the cage resting in the muck without a moment's notice.
