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It started with a faint buzz, but soon the signal became louder, sharper too, more persistent. At Island force HQ, Scooby looked up alarmed. There could be no mistake, this was an S.O.S. Somebody needed his help and sent out a code red. He looked at the blimp on the screen. The signal came from one of the faraway and less explored forest island groups called “Muddy Galore Archipelago”. He wondered who gave the place that name and why.
Protocol said to wait for Donatello for back-up and make a team, joining him on his mission. But the dot on the screen behaved in a compelling way, like one of those hypnotizing spirals you see magicians use. And it had a similar effect on Scooby. It was as if the sign called out his name and his alone. As if he had no choice but to leave immediately, drawn to the secrets it would bring. Whoever needed him, needed him bad. And without further ado Scooby took his flying car “The Rolling Thunder” and set course to the island where the mysterious sign was broadcasting from, not knowing what to expect or find. Should he have been more cautious? Should he have at least leave a message for Donatello? Sometimes a hero acts without rhyme or reason.
Scooby arrived at the Muddy Galore Archipelago by nightfall. When he sat foot on the moonlit beach, a shiver rose up his spine. The beach was merely a few feet long, separating the sea from the forest. “What is this place?”, he asked himself, but his voice came out all wrong. He expected there would be answers out there in the dark forest before him. He listened to the night and heard absolutely nothing. No insect sounds, no scuttle of a****ls or lizards across the ground. Not a single cry from a night bird. There was nothing and that startled him, because there was never nothing.
Scooby touched the handle of his blade to reassure himself. He closed his hand around it as to seek comfort from the weapon’s powerful potential. Gradually the night sounds returned when he entered the forest. Scooby relaxed a bit until he heard a scream. He took one step forward, unlocking his sword with one hand and drawing it with the other, head and blade turning as one to look around him. All of that done in a heartbeat, done without thought. The echo of the scream rolled past him and Scooby could feel his heart pounding. His breath now came in short gaps.
“A cat”, he said, “it was a wild cat.” After a long time he lowered his sword and exhaled heavily. “Just a damn cat”, he said again. And then there was movement out there.
In the distance he saw someone sitting amidst a clearing in the forest. Someone or something? It was hard to figure out. Dead or alive? It looked like someone sitting on a throne. Merely a silhouette. He didn’t know if he should approach it silently or yell at it to present himself. When he got nearer the silhouette became faintly recognizable. His instinct told him to take guard, that whoever the creature was, he was up to no good. Is attack the best defense? Sometimes it is. But he couldn’t force himself into a blind attack without knowing who he was facing. So he spoke out with a compelling tone: “Man or a****l or ghost, who are you and why did you call for me? Are you good or evil?”
The creature answered him with roaring laughter: “C’mon Scooby, don’t be a puss. Com’ere and have some fun!”
Never call a beardog a puss. Scooby had recognized the voice and charged. With one big leap he jumped at his opponent who vanished in thin air. “Burke!”, Scooby yelled, “You lowhearted bandit! I should’ve known this was a trap!” He was mad at himself because looking back this whole thing, the whole set-up, had the signature of that cat. How could he have missed that?
“Scooby, my love, you hurt my feelings”, Burke said upset, “You know I have the hotties for you. Every night I dream of you and me fucking up a storm and making babies. My pants are on fire. Word’s out you are a generous lover and I want my part of that. I have waited so long to have me some beardog dick, you wouldn’t believe.”
Scooby snorted and tried to locate where the voice came from while saying: “Do you really think I’d give you some piece of that good ole beardog lovin’? You must be dumber than I’d imagine. I don’t do dick sharing with criminals!”
Burke’s attack still came as a surprise. That big cat’s a master in sneaking up from behind and crush someone with deadly precision. But Scooby managed to backflip, avoiding the attack partially. Unfortunately his blade fell to the ground when Burke pounded him sideways. No time to search however. Burke took off his cap and tried his Paralyze Sight looking Scooby in the eyes. Burke’s secret weapon. Scooby knew the danger, knew what those eyes could do: paralyze or hypnotize others just by locking eyes with them. Instinctively, acting on a reflex, the beardog jumped behind a tree to keep from looking into those compelling eyes. Saving his powers, Burke put his cap back on and charged at the tree. With one mighty swing he cut down the tree, only to find Scooby was gone.
It now was Scooby’s turn. Quickly he appeared behind Burke and unleashed his high level combo. He knew his speed and precision were unmatched when performing a chain-attack. He started with a short-ranged triple light slash attack, followed by heavy lightning horizontal strikes while guard-breaking and dodging to the side causing damage around him. The next attack was a tidal wave, putting a slow big damage attack upfront and allowing him to mix in free light attacks on top. All that time he was dodging right/left making it impossible for Burke to crush him. Then he stopped, hunched over for a second and charged forward, quickly delivering a fast side strike. At the end of it Scooby made his signature move, a flip kick. He made a salto half air to hit Burke in the stomach, but the vicious cat dodged the attack by appearing behind him with an incredible reflex, grabbing Scooby by the tail. Like Bam Bam Flintstone, slamming him around 14 times. Next thing Scooby knew, Burke spun him around over his head, then pulling the beardog towards him and holding him in a deadly tight bearhug. Scooby slowly started to lose consciousness.
Just when Scooby was on the verge of passing out, he managed to free his arm and he fired a bolt of energy hitting Burke right in the face. It was a devastating blow. Unfortunately for Scooby it knocked Burke’s cap off his head as well. Taking advantage of the moment, Burke locked eyes with Scooby paralyzing him. It was like a match lit in the night and then dropped. Slowly burning sparks fell before Scooby’s eyes. The night was holding its breath all around him. The tension into Scooby’s body faded into occasional shivers caused by the chilly wind. The world spun around him in a kaleidoscope of red and black, like a train polka tattoo. Then the world went away and Scooby slowly fell to the ground. Just to be sure, when Scooby was falling, Burke hit the beardog with a sumo palm attack knocking him through 5 trees to knock him out completely.
Burke picked up his hat, got the dust out of it and put it back on his head. He walked over to the u*********s beardog and picked him up, exhausted but smiling: “Hehe, I’m gonna take this cute beardog up to my cabin in the woods. Just me and my prize. Me and sexy here are gonna have lotsa fun together, it’s gonna be nasty. I’m so gonna drain this beardog of all his cum.”
When Scooby woke up he felt terrible. His whole body was in intense pain from the beating he took. He had a bursting headache and his temples trembled. There was a Natalie Cole song playing: “I live for you”. As he slowly came back to life, it took him some time to remember what had happened. Someone was singing along with the song: “I live for your love, My baby, baby yeah, I live for your love, oooohhh”. It was that mean cat Burke.
Scooby looked around him, his eyes had difficulties to adjust at his new environment. He seemed to be in some kinda shack. Only when he tried to move he realized he was chained to the wall by his arms and legs. He felt a cool breeze running over his body. Looking down he saw he was in his briefs. He soon heard water running as from a shower, coming from a room with a light on. The light went off and Burke stepped out, he also was wearing only his briefs. It took Scooby some seconds to realize that the briefs Burke wore had the beardog’s picture all over it. As he walked towards Scooby he dried himself off, throwing the towel across the room when facing the beardog.
“Now, look what the cat brought in”, he said and laughed heartily about his own joke. With a toothy grin he grabbed Scooby’s dick thru the fabric and started feeling up his big balls.
“F*ck you moron. Stop that damn it. You think you can **** me?”, Scooby yelled. But Burke stopped only to lean over and kiss Scooby passionately all over his face and playfully bite his ear. Scooby struggled and tried to push him away but the chains kept him from fighting back. Scooby’s resistance only raised Burke’s horniness and he started licking Scooby’s right cheek. Soon he couldn’t restrain himself anymore and backed away just a little bit from Scooby to start playing with his own dick. With skillful hands he made it slip out of the opening in front of the underwear. Scooby watched as Burke’s big dick went from soft to hard in seconds. Despite himself and everything he had to admire the sight. Burke’s dick looked fat and heavy, the veins were throbbing, the top well covered by skin.
Burke smiled and said: “My sexy b**st, I’ve been planning for 3 months for you and me to have some ‘us time’, some really juicy action.”
Scooby growled: “You asshole. When are you gonna learn there’s no ‘us’ in ‘fuck’?” As a reaction, Burke looked at him dirty, reached out and grabbed for Scooby’s dick, pulling it out of the beardog’s undies. He bent over him, stretched his own foreskin over Scooby’s dick and started some docking, rubbing both their dicks together. The warmth of Scooby’s dick increased the sensation while Burke inserted his finger between both dickheads, lubricating their dicks with his pre-cum. Burke got on his knees and started sucking Scooby’s dick, licking the underside of it and then taking the whole thing in his mouth. Scooby tried in vain to kick him away but couldn’t because his legs were chained to the wall. Burke stopped and looked at him annoyed: “Why do you keep fighting off my advances? We can have so much fun together if we both play the game.” Scooby got mad and yelled out as loud as he could : “Maybe because I’m more than a dick and I don’t put it in everywhere damn it!!!”
However, Burke just laughed and moved in close to Scooby until their noses touched. “I don’t want you to put it everywhere, sweetie. But okay, fine. If you won’t go along with this willingly then we’ll play by my rules now. I got my ways to make you my sex slave.”
Burke got close to Scooby’s face and raised his cap, trying to hypnotize him. “You know, you can easily be motivated to do whatever I want you to. You know how my friends call me? They say ‘The Triple X Controller’. And I think you know which part of me they call ‘The Meatstick’…”, he roared.
The beardog quickly closed his eyes and turned his head away, trying not to look at all. But Burke grabbed the beardog by his chin to face him. When Scooby persisted closing his eyes, Burke went for the beardog’s dick and squeezed it as hard as he could. There was no way ignoring that and Scooby painfully screamed: “You bastard, I’m going…” Then he stopped mid-sentence. He had locked eyes with Burke and slowly he fell under Burke’s control.
Burke meant business. He unchained the beardog’s legs first. Scooby tried to fight it but couldn’t do more than some spastic movements and Burke gently hushed him not to resist any longer while he released his arms. He watched Scooby fall down to the floor. It was clear the beardog was losing himself completely under Burke’s control.
Burke knelt down and lifted the beardog to face him. He smiled, saying: “That’s my hypnotic little love slave. Now let’s have some fun, shall we?”
He helped Scooby up and took him to the bed, laying him on his back. He pulled the beardog’s face to his and started to kiss him. Soon they were engaged in a 69. Big as it was, Scooby’s nut sack was tightly placed around Burke’s nose, so when Burke exhaled his breathing expanded the skin of Scooby’s sack, “blowing bubbles” Burke called it.
Then Burke moved towards Scooby’s neck and started licking and nibbling on it. Scooby moaned as the big cat was working his neck over. Burke had Scooby exactly where he wanted him to be. All those long nights of scrutinous planning had well payed off. He had lived these moments time after time in his dreams and now they had come true. Overwhelmed by lust he whispered sweet words into Scooby’s ears: “My pretty babe. You have always been the one. I’m gonna make precious love to you. You and me are up for a crazy ride behind the moon. I’ll take you to the stratosphere and show you all those places you’ve never seen before. We’ll both be shooting cum like stars, brighten our nights. I’ll carry your love c***d. Burry me deep in your love.” And all that time he kissed and licked Scooby all over his body.
Soon they were both kissing passionately. Scooby’s mouth found Burke’s dick and he started sucking the cat off with great skills. His mouth fitted Burke’s dick as a glove, pressing his lips tightly against the shaft while going up and down. Burke moaned loudly and Scooby started to rub his back and stroke his hair. The cat got hard and Scooby’s attention went back towards the dick in front of his eyes. Laying down Burke pushed his dick in Scooby’s warm and welcoming mouth while moving his hips up and down. Then he got up and throatfucked the beardog with all the lust inside him, his hands resting on Scooby’s head.
Burke became mad of heat and told Scooby to go and sit on all fours on top of the bed. He started to finger Scooby’s needy ass, making way for what was to come. Then his tongue went deep inside, moisturizing the ass in front of him. He didn’t want to fuck Scooby raw. This ass was way too tasty, too wonderful, too inviting. He had saved it up for so long and he was now blue balling. Soon he guided his dick with one hand into Scooby’s ass, while rubbing the beardog’s back with the other.
There came little resistance. The muscle gave way just as he expected and he pushed his dick slowly and gently inside. Scooby hooked his paws into the bed sheets. “Aaauw, yes… Oooh, this feels sooo good. Damn, Burke, take me as deep as you possibly can”, Scooby said with rolling eye balls. They were both in command. Burke dictated the rhythm while Scooby pushed his ass back and forth to get fucked deeper, harder. They truly were a pair to see. The beardog and the cat. Doing what he did, Burke had Scooby completely into his power and Scooby enjoyed every second of it.
Burke had incredible endurance fucking the beardog the way he did, with a constant pace. He asked Scooby to lay down on his belly and mounted him, his hands underneath Scooby’s head. He whispered: “We’ve only just begun Scooby. Hell your dick must be so hard by now you can roll a bottle between you and the mattress. C’mon sexy, it’s your turn. Show me whatcha got.”
Scooby had no trouble obeying Burke’s demand. “Let’s do the rusty trombone first, big guy”, he said and started at his turn rimming Burke while jacking him off from the back. There it was. That musical sound, the rusty trombone. Burke moaned out loud: “Aaarhhhhrrr…”.The beardog rolled Burke on his side and told him to hold his left leg up with one hand. Scooby and Burke laid spoonful and with Burke’s ass exposed, Scooby pushed his hard dick inside. Burke heaved a soft cry. This was even better than he imagined it would be. Scooby fucked him sideways and showed no mercy. He went in as deep as he could, retreating his dick carefully to push it back in hard. Burke’s leg up high and the way their bodies were entwined, it looked like a strange ballet of some sort. A piece of art directed by gods. Burke cried out loud: “Don’t ever stop sweetie, make it last forever!” And that’s what Scooby did. There was no stopping Scooby and Burke gave himself to him in complete surrender, as if both of them were in a trance.
After a long time, Burke began to have difficulties holding up one leg, so Scooby changed position. With the big cat laying down on his back, Scooby stood up in front of him. He held both Burke’s legs up in the air and used them to lean on while his dick searched for Burke’s ass, like a dog would sniff to dig up a bone. Scooby’s dick and Burke’s ass where like a magnet. They clicked into each other ready for another round of humping. The missionary offered both of them a perfect sight: Burke saw how Scooby mastered him, pushing himself literally over the edge, the joy on his face; Scooby saw how Burke’s belly jiggled back and forth, how his dick was thrown left and right, that begging sight of sweet loving pain in his eyes.
When getting tired, Burke replaced his legs, on to the shoulders of Scooby or around the waist. That gave Scooby the perfect opportunity to play with Burke’s dick or to pinch his nipples hard. The bed sheets got soaked by their sweat and they were pumping up the volume screaming it out. If the island wasn’t inhibited, they would have attracted a big crowd for sure.
Scooby came into Burke with a powerful blast, his eyes closed and shaking off his hips, pushing it in as far as he could while making circular movements. He grabbed Burke’s dick while he continued fucking him, his abundant cum smearing all Burke’s ass and his own dick. He banged him deep and hard and Burke’s hard dick was pissing all over himself while Scooby took it in his hand and aimed at the big cat’s mouth.
After a while he slowed down. Burke stood up, exhausted, and he summoned Scooby to sit on his knees. The beardog knew what was coming and obedient he opened his mouth for Burke to shove his dick in and facefuck him. His big fat dick went all to the back of Scooby’s mouth, making him gag. But he adjusted his face and started to swallow when Burke got in deep. The warm wet mouth of Scooby made Burke wild. He felt the cum pushing itself a way through his dick. Just in time he retreated his dick from Scooby’s mouth and gave him a facial. His dick spit into Scooby’s hair, eyes, nose and mouth. It had a sweet taste. The beardog licked up the last drops of it and Burke gave him a wet kiss, tasting his own cum in Scooby’s mouth.
“Now let’s get some rest before we continue”, Burke said. Scooby only looked at him with dreamy faraway eyes.
So the days went by. The days became a week, two weeks, a month. Burke picked up stress signals on his radio, the whole of Island force was out looking for Scooby. As far as the Muddy Galore Archipelago was situated, he knew they’d find him eventually, it was only a matter of time. Besides he was running out of food. Gently, like one would a c***d, Burke washed Scooby in the bath tub, making sure there’d be no traces left of their big sex adventure. Then he locked eyes with Scooby again, erasing every memory of what had happened from Scooby’s mind.
Burke picked up Scooby and led him back to the coastline, away from his secret cabin, still naked. When he approached The Rolling Thunder he felt Scooby was about to wake up, so he left him there, the beardog’s clothes piled up beside him.
Just as Scooby slowly opened his eyes, the communicator he had left in the car went off: “Scooby are you there?... Come in please… Scooby damnit, answer if you can... Scooby! Scooby!”
Still only half awake he picked it up and answered: “Donatello?”
“Scooby?! Where the hell you’ve been? We’ve been searching you all over Island World for weeks! Are you okay? You’ve been missing for a month now”, Donatello cried out, half worried half excited to hear Scooby.
“I’m fine… I guess..”, Scooby answered confused, noticing only now he’s completely naked, “It’s strange but I don’t remember a thing. A month you say? Look, I’m coming home, okay?”
While Scooby picked up his clothes and got dressed, Burke watched him from behind a tree. He saw Scooby getting into his car and flying off. A big smile appeared upon Burke’s face while rubbin’ his belly. “Told ya we were gonna make babies”, he said, thinking about the son he’ll have from his lover and sex slave Scooby. And whistling he headed back to his secret cabin.
EPILOGUE
Murray’s hand is on Burke’s belly. He feels something kicking inside and looks at his brother. He’s astonished. “I’m really gonna be an uncle?”, he asks.
Burke grins: “Yep, it’s confirmed. We’ll raise him up in secret. Evil force may never know it is Scooby’s c***d. Master Ogreon might kill him. And I got just the perfect place to bring him to. A little cabin in the woods…”
Protocol said to wait for Donatello for back-up and make a team, joining him on his mission. But the dot on the screen behaved in a compelling way, like one of those hypnotizing spirals you see magicians use. And it had a similar effect on Scooby. It was as if the sign called out his name and his alone. As if he had no choice but to leave immediately, drawn to the secrets it would bring. Whoever needed him, needed him bad. And without further ado Scooby took his flying car “The Rolling Thunder” and set course to the island where the mysterious sign was broadcasting from, not knowing what to expect or find. Should he have been more cautious? Should he have at least leave a message for Donatello? Sometimes a hero acts without rhyme or reason.
Scooby arrived at the Muddy Galore Archipelago by nightfall. When he sat foot on the moonlit beach, a shiver rose up his spine. The beach was merely a few feet long, separating the sea from the forest. “What is this place?”, he asked himself, but his voice came out all wrong. He expected there would be answers out there in the dark forest before him. He listened to the night and heard absolutely nothing. No insect sounds, no scuttle of a****ls or lizards across the ground. Not a single cry from a night bird. There was nothing and that startled him, because there was never nothing.
Scooby touched the handle of his blade to reassure himself. He closed his hand around it as to seek comfort from the weapon’s powerful potential. Gradually the night sounds returned when he entered the forest. Scooby relaxed a bit until he heard a scream. He took one step forward, unlocking his sword with one hand and drawing it with the other, head and blade turning as one to look around him. All of that done in a heartbeat, done without thought. The echo of the scream rolled past him and Scooby could feel his heart pounding. His breath now came in short gaps.
“A cat”, he said, “it was a wild cat.” After a long time he lowered his sword and exhaled heavily. “Just a damn cat”, he said again. And then there was movement out there.
In the distance he saw someone sitting amidst a clearing in the forest. Someone or something? It was hard to figure out. Dead or alive? It looked like someone sitting on a throne. Merely a silhouette. He didn’t know if he should approach it silently or yell at it to present himself. When he got nearer the silhouette became faintly recognizable. His instinct told him to take guard, that whoever the creature was, he was up to no good. Is attack the best defense? Sometimes it is. But he couldn’t force himself into a blind attack without knowing who he was facing. So he spoke out with a compelling tone: “Man or a****l or ghost, who are you and why did you call for me? Are you good or evil?”
The creature answered him with roaring laughter: “C’mon Scooby, don’t be a puss. Com’ere and have some fun!”
Never call a beardog a puss. Scooby had recognized the voice and charged. With one big leap he jumped at his opponent who vanished in thin air. “Burke!”, Scooby yelled, “You lowhearted bandit! I should’ve known this was a trap!” He was mad at himself because looking back this whole thing, the whole set-up, had the signature of that cat. How could he have missed that?
“Scooby, my love, you hurt my feelings”, Burke said upset, “You know I have the hotties for you. Every night I dream of you and me fucking up a storm and making babies. My pants are on fire. Word’s out you are a generous lover and I want my part of that. I have waited so long to have me some beardog dick, you wouldn’t believe.”
Scooby snorted and tried to locate where the voice came from while saying: “Do you really think I’d give you some piece of that good ole beardog lovin’? You must be dumber than I’d imagine. I don’t do dick sharing with criminals!”
Burke’s attack still came as a surprise. That big cat’s a master in sneaking up from behind and crush someone with deadly precision. But Scooby managed to backflip, avoiding the attack partially. Unfortunately his blade fell to the ground when Burke pounded him sideways. No time to search however. Burke took off his cap and tried his Paralyze Sight looking Scooby in the eyes. Burke’s secret weapon. Scooby knew the danger, knew what those eyes could do: paralyze or hypnotize others just by locking eyes with them. Instinctively, acting on a reflex, the beardog jumped behind a tree to keep from looking into those compelling eyes. Saving his powers, Burke put his cap back on and charged at the tree. With one mighty swing he cut down the tree, only to find Scooby was gone.
It now was Scooby’s turn. Quickly he appeared behind Burke and unleashed his high level combo. He knew his speed and precision were unmatched when performing a chain-attack. He started with a short-ranged triple light slash attack, followed by heavy lightning horizontal strikes while guard-breaking and dodging to the side causing damage around him. The next attack was a tidal wave, putting a slow big damage attack upfront and allowing him to mix in free light attacks on top. All that time he was dodging right/left making it impossible for Burke to crush him. Then he stopped, hunched over for a second and charged forward, quickly delivering a fast side strike. At the end of it Scooby made his signature move, a flip kick. He made a salto half air to hit Burke in the stomach, but the vicious cat dodged the attack by appearing behind him with an incredible reflex, grabbing Scooby by the tail. Like Bam Bam Flintstone, slamming him around 14 times. Next thing Scooby knew, Burke spun him around over his head, then pulling the beardog towards him and holding him in a deadly tight bearhug. Scooby slowly started to lose consciousness.
Just when Scooby was on the verge of passing out, he managed to free his arm and he fired a bolt of energy hitting Burke right in the face. It was a devastating blow. Unfortunately for Scooby it knocked Burke’s cap off his head as well. Taking advantage of the moment, Burke locked eyes with Scooby paralyzing him. It was like a match lit in the night and then dropped. Slowly burning sparks fell before Scooby’s eyes. The night was holding its breath all around him. The tension into Scooby’s body faded into occasional shivers caused by the chilly wind. The world spun around him in a kaleidoscope of red and black, like a train polka tattoo. Then the world went away and Scooby slowly fell to the ground. Just to be sure, when Scooby was falling, Burke hit the beardog with a sumo palm attack knocking him through 5 trees to knock him out completely.
Burke picked up his hat, got the dust out of it and put it back on his head. He walked over to the u*********s beardog and picked him up, exhausted but smiling: “Hehe, I’m gonna take this cute beardog up to my cabin in the woods. Just me and my prize. Me and sexy here are gonna have lotsa fun together, it’s gonna be nasty. I’m so gonna drain this beardog of all his cum.”
When Scooby woke up he felt terrible. His whole body was in intense pain from the beating he took. He had a bursting headache and his temples trembled. There was a Natalie Cole song playing: “I live for you”. As he slowly came back to life, it took him some time to remember what had happened. Someone was singing along with the song: “I live for your love, My baby, baby yeah, I live for your love, oooohhh”. It was that mean cat Burke.
Scooby looked around him, his eyes had difficulties to adjust at his new environment. He seemed to be in some kinda shack. Only when he tried to move he realized he was chained to the wall by his arms and legs. He felt a cool breeze running over his body. Looking down he saw he was in his briefs. He soon heard water running as from a shower, coming from a room with a light on. The light went off and Burke stepped out, he also was wearing only his briefs. It took Scooby some seconds to realize that the briefs Burke wore had the beardog’s picture all over it. As he walked towards Scooby he dried himself off, throwing the towel across the room when facing the beardog.
“Now, look what the cat brought in”, he said and laughed heartily about his own joke. With a toothy grin he grabbed Scooby’s dick thru the fabric and started feeling up his big balls.
“F*ck you moron. Stop that damn it. You think you can **** me?”, Scooby yelled. But Burke stopped only to lean over and kiss Scooby passionately all over his face and playfully bite his ear. Scooby struggled and tried to push him away but the chains kept him from fighting back. Scooby’s resistance only raised Burke’s horniness and he started licking Scooby’s right cheek. Soon he couldn’t restrain himself anymore and backed away just a little bit from Scooby to start playing with his own dick. With skillful hands he made it slip out of the opening in front of the underwear. Scooby watched as Burke’s big dick went from soft to hard in seconds. Despite himself and everything he had to admire the sight. Burke’s dick looked fat and heavy, the veins were throbbing, the top well covered by skin.
Burke smiled and said: “My sexy b**st, I’ve been planning for 3 months for you and me to have some ‘us time’, some really juicy action.”
Scooby growled: “You asshole. When are you gonna learn there’s no ‘us’ in ‘fuck’?” As a reaction, Burke looked at him dirty, reached out and grabbed for Scooby’s dick, pulling it out of the beardog’s undies. He bent over him, stretched his own foreskin over Scooby’s dick and started some docking, rubbing both their dicks together. The warmth of Scooby’s dick increased the sensation while Burke inserted his finger between both dickheads, lubricating their dicks with his pre-cum. Burke got on his knees and started sucking Scooby’s dick, licking the underside of it and then taking the whole thing in his mouth. Scooby tried in vain to kick him away but couldn’t because his legs were chained to the wall. Burke stopped and looked at him annoyed: “Why do you keep fighting off my advances? We can have so much fun together if we both play the game.” Scooby got mad and yelled out as loud as he could : “Maybe because I’m more than a dick and I don’t put it in everywhere damn it!!!”
However, Burke just laughed and moved in close to Scooby until their noses touched. “I don’t want you to put it everywhere, sweetie. But okay, fine. If you won’t go along with this willingly then we’ll play by my rules now. I got my ways to make you my sex slave.”
Burke got close to Scooby’s face and raised his cap, trying to hypnotize him. “You know, you can easily be motivated to do whatever I want you to. You know how my friends call me? They say ‘The Triple X Controller’. And I think you know which part of me they call ‘The Meatstick’…”, he roared.
The beardog quickly closed his eyes and turned his head away, trying not to look at all. But Burke grabbed the beardog by his chin to face him. When Scooby persisted closing his eyes, Burke went for the beardog’s dick and squeezed it as hard as he could. There was no way ignoring that and Scooby painfully screamed: “You bastard, I’m going…” Then he stopped mid-sentence. He had locked eyes with Burke and slowly he fell under Burke’s control.
Burke meant business. He unchained the beardog’s legs first. Scooby tried to fight it but couldn’t do more than some spastic movements and Burke gently hushed him not to resist any longer while he released his arms. He watched Scooby fall down to the floor. It was clear the beardog was losing himself completely under Burke’s control.
Burke knelt down and lifted the beardog to face him. He smiled, saying: “That’s my hypnotic little love slave. Now let’s have some fun, shall we?”
He helped Scooby up and took him to the bed, laying him on his back. He pulled the beardog’s face to his and started to kiss him. Soon they were engaged in a 69. Big as it was, Scooby’s nut sack was tightly placed around Burke’s nose, so when Burke exhaled his breathing expanded the skin of Scooby’s sack, “blowing bubbles” Burke called it.
Then Burke moved towards Scooby’s neck and started licking and nibbling on it. Scooby moaned as the big cat was working his neck over. Burke had Scooby exactly where he wanted him to be. All those long nights of scrutinous planning had well payed off. He had lived these moments time after time in his dreams and now they had come true. Overwhelmed by lust he whispered sweet words into Scooby’s ears: “My pretty babe. You have always been the one. I’m gonna make precious love to you. You and me are up for a crazy ride behind the moon. I’ll take you to the stratosphere and show you all those places you’ve never seen before. We’ll both be shooting cum like stars, brighten our nights. I’ll carry your love c***d. Burry me deep in your love.” And all that time he kissed and licked Scooby all over his body.
Soon they were both kissing passionately. Scooby’s mouth found Burke’s dick and he started sucking the cat off with great skills. His mouth fitted Burke’s dick as a glove, pressing his lips tightly against the shaft while going up and down. Burke moaned loudly and Scooby started to rub his back and stroke his hair. The cat got hard and Scooby’s attention went back towards the dick in front of his eyes. Laying down Burke pushed his dick in Scooby’s warm and welcoming mouth while moving his hips up and down. Then he got up and throatfucked the beardog with all the lust inside him, his hands resting on Scooby’s head.
Burke became mad of heat and told Scooby to go and sit on all fours on top of the bed. He started to finger Scooby’s needy ass, making way for what was to come. Then his tongue went deep inside, moisturizing the ass in front of him. He didn’t want to fuck Scooby raw. This ass was way too tasty, too wonderful, too inviting. He had saved it up for so long and he was now blue balling. Soon he guided his dick with one hand into Scooby’s ass, while rubbing the beardog’s back with the other.
There came little resistance. The muscle gave way just as he expected and he pushed his dick slowly and gently inside. Scooby hooked his paws into the bed sheets. “Aaauw, yes… Oooh, this feels sooo good. Damn, Burke, take me as deep as you possibly can”, Scooby said with rolling eye balls. They were both in command. Burke dictated the rhythm while Scooby pushed his ass back and forth to get fucked deeper, harder. They truly were a pair to see. The beardog and the cat. Doing what he did, Burke had Scooby completely into his power and Scooby enjoyed every second of it.
Burke had incredible endurance fucking the beardog the way he did, with a constant pace. He asked Scooby to lay down on his belly and mounted him, his hands underneath Scooby’s head. He whispered: “We’ve only just begun Scooby. Hell your dick must be so hard by now you can roll a bottle between you and the mattress. C’mon sexy, it’s your turn. Show me whatcha got.”
Scooby had no trouble obeying Burke’s demand. “Let’s do the rusty trombone first, big guy”, he said and started at his turn rimming Burke while jacking him off from the back. There it was. That musical sound, the rusty trombone. Burke moaned out loud: “Aaarhhhhrrr…”.The beardog rolled Burke on his side and told him to hold his left leg up with one hand. Scooby and Burke laid spoonful and with Burke’s ass exposed, Scooby pushed his hard dick inside. Burke heaved a soft cry. This was even better than he imagined it would be. Scooby fucked him sideways and showed no mercy. He went in as deep as he could, retreating his dick carefully to push it back in hard. Burke’s leg up high and the way their bodies were entwined, it looked like a strange ballet of some sort. A piece of art directed by gods. Burke cried out loud: “Don’t ever stop sweetie, make it last forever!” And that’s what Scooby did. There was no stopping Scooby and Burke gave himself to him in complete surrender, as if both of them were in a trance.
After a long time, Burke began to have difficulties holding up one leg, so Scooby changed position. With the big cat laying down on his back, Scooby stood up in front of him. He held both Burke’s legs up in the air and used them to lean on while his dick searched for Burke’s ass, like a dog would sniff to dig up a bone. Scooby’s dick and Burke’s ass where like a magnet. They clicked into each other ready for another round of humping. The missionary offered both of them a perfect sight: Burke saw how Scooby mastered him, pushing himself literally over the edge, the joy on his face; Scooby saw how Burke’s belly jiggled back and forth, how his dick was thrown left and right, that begging sight of sweet loving pain in his eyes.
When getting tired, Burke replaced his legs, on to the shoulders of Scooby or around the waist. That gave Scooby the perfect opportunity to play with Burke’s dick or to pinch his nipples hard. The bed sheets got soaked by their sweat and they were pumping up the volume screaming it out. If the island wasn’t inhibited, they would have attracted a big crowd for sure.
Scooby came into Burke with a powerful blast, his eyes closed and shaking off his hips, pushing it in as far as he could while making circular movements. He grabbed Burke’s dick while he continued fucking him, his abundant cum smearing all Burke’s ass and his own dick. He banged him deep and hard and Burke’s hard dick was pissing all over himself while Scooby took it in his hand and aimed at the big cat’s mouth.
After a while he slowed down. Burke stood up, exhausted, and he summoned Scooby to sit on his knees. The beardog knew what was coming and obedient he opened his mouth for Burke to shove his dick in and facefuck him. His big fat dick went all to the back of Scooby’s mouth, making him gag. But he adjusted his face and started to swallow when Burke got in deep. The warm wet mouth of Scooby made Burke wild. He felt the cum pushing itself a way through his dick. Just in time he retreated his dick from Scooby’s mouth and gave him a facial. His dick spit into Scooby’s hair, eyes, nose and mouth. It had a sweet taste. The beardog licked up the last drops of it and Burke gave him a wet kiss, tasting his own cum in Scooby’s mouth.
“Now let’s get some rest before we continue”, Burke said. Scooby only looked at him with dreamy faraway eyes.
So the days went by. The days became a week, two weeks, a month. Burke picked up stress signals on his radio, the whole of Island force was out looking for Scooby. As far as the Muddy Galore Archipelago was situated, he knew they’d find him eventually, it was only a matter of time. Besides he was running out of food. Gently, like one would a c***d, Burke washed Scooby in the bath tub, making sure there’d be no traces left of their big sex adventure. Then he locked eyes with Scooby again, erasing every memory of what had happened from Scooby’s mind.
Burke picked up Scooby and led him back to the coastline, away from his secret cabin, still naked. When he approached The Rolling Thunder he felt Scooby was about to wake up, so he left him there, the beardog’s clothes piled up beside him.
Just as Scooby slowly opened his eyes, the communicator he had left in the car went off: “Scooby are you there?... Come in please… Scooby damnit, answer if you can... Scooby! Scooby!”
Still only half awake he picked it up and answered: “Donatello?”
“Scooby?! Where the hell you’ve been? We’ve been searching you all over Island World for weeks! Are you okay? You’ve been missing for a month now”, Donatello cried out, half worried half excited to hear Scooby.
“I’m fine… I guess..”, Scooby answered confused, noticing only now he’s completely naked, “It’s strange but I don’t remember a thing. A month you say? Look, I’m coming home, okay?”
While Scooby picked up his clothes and got dressed, Burke watched him from behind a tree. He saw Scooby getting into his car and flying off. A big smile appeared upon Burke’s face while rubbin’ his belly. “Told ya we were gonna make babies”, he said, thinking about the son he’ll have from his lover and sex slave Scooby. And whistling he headed back to his secret cabin.
EPILOGUE
Murray’s hand is on Burke’s belly. He feels something kicking inside and looks at his brother. He’s astonished. “I’m really gonna be an uncle?”, he asks.
Burke grins: “Yep, it’s confirmed. We’ll raise him up in secret. Evil force may never know it is Scooby’s c***d. Master Ogreon might kill him. And I got just the perfect place to bring him to. A little cabin in the woods…”
Angelica
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