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From: dogboy@netcom.com (Pat MacGregor)
Subject: My Friend Larry (g, best, WW)
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Date: Sun, 14 Jan 1996 03:12:10 GMT
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My friend Larry
By Pat MacGregor
Let me tell you about my friend Larry the werewolf. I met him
a few years ago at our one local gay bar. I didn't know of his
lycanthropic tendencies then, he was just another one of the fellas.
Not a looker, he'd never stand out in a crowd. He was sort of plain;
stocky, not a troll mind you. Just ordinary. The first time I saw him,
he was hanging around the pool table sort of looking like he'd like
someone to play a game with.
I wandered over to him and introduced myself and asked if he
wanted to shoot a rack. He said yes and that his name was Larry.
As we played, we idly chatted about ourselves. I told him what I
did for a living; that I was currently between lovers, I liked
monster movies, jazz and Italian food. He didn't say that much
about himself. I gathered that he worked in one of the local shops,
lived in a small room nearby and generally led a quiet existence.
I didn't think a lot about his reticence to talk about himself. After
all, most New Yorkers aren't as candid as I am.
We saw each other occasionally over the next couple of years.
I wouldn't call it dating. Went to a movie once or twice. Once I took
him to a bistro that a friend of mine worked as a chef in. Never
did go home with him though, it was just social. I saw him once at
a Gay Pride demonstration where he and a lot of others blocked the
entrance to the Brooklyn Bridge. I forget exactly what they were pro-
testing, but the fact that he felt enough commitment to be there stuck
in my mind.
Like I said, Larry wasn't a 'looker'. Pleasant enough featured
in a generic euro-stock sort of way. Not my type (what ever that
means), but not bad looking either. He just wasn't someone that I'd
think of in a sexual connotation.
One night late in October, when the Harvest moon was riding
full in the sky, I found myself at our beloved local bar and there
was Larry. I wasn't in a bad mood, but I was rather down. The boy
that I had been seeing for the past couple of weeks had just taken
off with everything that wasn't nailed down in my apartment and I
had also received a 12.5% rent increase a couple of days before.
So when I wandered into the bar, serious drinking was the main thing
on my mind.
Larry waved me over and put a beer in my hand. He read my face
and asked me why I was so glum. I gave him the basic details without
too much embroidery and ordered another beer having chugged the first.
After another four or five, Larry said that at this rate, "You'll be
broke before you're as drunk as you seem to want to be." He invited
me over to his place. I didn't want to be alone that night, felt like
I should continue drinking and had never been to his place. I was
curious and yes, faintly horny.
We finished our drinks and left. Tompkins Square park was just
down the street and Larry suggested we cut through it to save a bit of
time. I said, "Sure, why not?" It was a beautiful autumn evening what
with the moon and all. As we walked we talked about this and that. He
apologized for saying so little about himself in the past. I got the
vague impression that there was some specific item that he was
referring to . Then he made a cryptic remark about us learning some
interesting things about ourselves before the evening was out.
We had just reached a particularly deserted portion of the
park. There weren't any drug dealers or even any homeless within
sight. Larry ran a couple of steps ahead; turned to me and said,
"What if I were to tell you that (his body started to blur and
change),I am a werewolf" the sentence silently finished in my mind.
My jaw dropped and continued dropping. For instead of my friend
standing in the lamplight; there was a huge black wolf who stood
there silently regarding me with amber eyes and large white teeth.
He stood that way for a long moment; then his form again began
to blur until Larry again stood there, smiling cryptically.
"You can see," he said "why I don't talk a lot about myself."
I nodded dumbly. A thousand questions sprang to my lips and since I
couldn't ask them all at once I stood there mutely gaping. "Well?" he
asked "Are you coming home with me?" and started off through the park.
I nodded dumbly and followed. My emotions were a complicated mix at
that point though oddly enough, fear was not one of them. I guess I
felt that since he hadn't torn my throat out when he first went wolf
that I was probably pretty safe .
We came to his place after a short walk. A typical Lower
East Side walk up with small rooms reached only by lots of steep
stairs. Since it was the fifth floor that we were going to, we arrived
in a state of near exhaustion (why is it that none of my friends can
find digs below the fourth floor?). We attained the landing gasping.
Larry opened the door and snapped on some lights, while chuckling "
They really should install emergency oxygen stations at each floor."
I nodded mutely, too involved with breathing for speech.
It was a studio. In this case meaning a room and a half. The
half room being filled by a bed and a dresser and the room by
everything else. There were a couple of cubical toilets out in the
hall for the tenants of that floor. Each apartment had a tub which
doubled as a counter when covered. Add a stove and fridge and you
pretty much had the total furnishings. It was typical student digs,
piles of clean and dirty laundry and stacks of books. Crowded into one
corner were a desk and computer terminal.
I sat in a chair and looked at him. "You really did turn into
a wolf back there?'" I started lamely. He looked at me and nodded. He
said that the first time it happened was when he was a teenager. I
asked him what felt like . "Well physically," Larry began " The change
sort of feels like your whole body was asleep and is now waking up.
You know, pins and needles all over while your auditory and visual
spectrum change. The sense of smell improves too." " And I get the
strongest urge to be outdoors and running. Not chasing anything in
particular, just the sheer joy of wolfishness." I nodded as if I
understood. "Larry," I asked with some trepidation "Have you ever
killed while you were a wolf?" "Sure;" he grinned toothily,"Rabbits.
It's especially fun picking em off on the run. They're like candy."
But don't worry little boy," he added with a smirk "You won't be be
eaten, unless you really want to be."
Well to tell you the truth, I did sort of want to be. I paused
for a moment, nerving myself to ask the next question. "Larry; if sex
is one of the things you want to do, would you take me as a wolf?"
Now it was Larry's turn to gape. " And I thought you were just gay."
He seemed stunned. I said "Yeah mostly, but I also have this thing for
canids." He looked at me with some surprise and (hopefully) a little
interest. I continued; "For as long as I can remember having sexual
urges, dogs have fascinated me. Sure, I fooled around with some of the
boys in my neighborhood; but if they were a seven on the excitement
scale then doggies were at least a six. I would get so excited when
a large dog would show the slightest sexual interest in me. If they
weren't horny, I'd jerk them off to stimulate their lust. I loved it
when they'd get real excited and try to mount my leg. I let them
knock me down and climb all over me frantically trying to find a place
to fuck me. Eventually, I let one and found the experience enjoyable."
Larry gave me a long hard look and then spoke in a thoughtful,
musing manner. "You know; I've never mated while "furred" and your
offer intrigues me, but are you sure you want me as a wolf? I might
hurt you." I told him I wasn't afraid (not entirely true) and that I
hoped he wouldn't take any offense, but men were all over the place
whereas the rest of my life might pass before I got another chance to
be done by a wolf." Besides, you're a very sexy wolf." I said smiling.
A slow grin appeared on Larry's face as his body went through
it's lupine transformation. Nothing dramatic like in the myriad were-
wolf movies that Hollywood has spawned. Just a flowing from one shape
to another. One moment there was a seated man on the bed, then there
was a wolf. Tongue lolling, eyes amber and mysterious. White teeth
contrasting against black fur. A little bit of pink penis protruded
from the dark furred sheath. The first drop of pre cum starting to
pearl at the tip.
I sat down on the floor beside him, cradled his massive head
in my hands and lost myself in those incredible amber eyes. I stroked
his fur feeling the interplay of sinew and muscle beneath the skin. He
was so trim and sleek. The caress of his fur through my fingers sent a
delicious thrill up my arm and straight to my libido. My fingers
roamed his body with greater abandon. Larry licked my face as I
grasped his heavy sheathed penis and slowly masterbaited him. His cock
started swelling and protruding from its furry cover almost instantly
as Larry's hips involuntarily thrust forward. I bent down and took his
dick in my mouth, while drinking in with all my means the wonderful
manifestation of his lupine maleness. His fur; so delicious on my
skin, his scent piquant and evocative in my nostrils, his throbbing
cock in my mouth so warm and tasty, filled my sensorium as he
leaped upwards, clasped my shoulders with his forepaws and started
fucking my face.
His balls were slapping against my chin as he drove his cock
down my throat. I gulped convulsively trying to keep up with the flood
of cum which threatened to drown me. Suddenly he stiffened; jamming my
face into his crotch as his cock pulsed rhythmically. I gulped and
swallowed as spurts of his lupine seed poured from his jerking member,
threatening to overwhelm me completely. Cum poured from his cock far
faster than I could hope to swallow. That which I couldn't manage ran
down my chin in a sticky stream to drip audibly on the floor. Finally,
Larry quit hosing down my tonsils, dismounted and resumed human form.
He looked at me kneeling there, cum covered and totally disheveled.
"Damn, that was fantastic."he howled. I couldn't help but agree.
We lay back in each others arms and smoked a joint. The taste
of his semen lingered on my palate. "I hope you're not spent," I said
"I want you in my ass too!" Larry smiled and took another toke. "Have
no fears on that score Patty, I'm just getting started!"
The night proved to be just as long and eventful as Larry
promised and by the next morning it was clear that I had a new roomate
and lover.
The beginning
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bestiality/stallion-farm.txt
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Date: Mon, 3 Nov 2014 18:47:39 -0600
From: Listeryen
Subject: Stallion Farm
Stallion Farm
Danny was the filthiest horse slut on the planet. A 16 year old petite
twink with shoulder length blonde hair, he was absolutely in love with big
stallions and had a veracious appetite for stallion spunk. He would sneak
into his neighbors barn and suck off his neighbors Cleveland Bay every
night, coming back to bed with a tummy full of the studs load.
With his nightly adventures, one fateful evening he was caught blowing the
stallion by his neighbor who told his parents what had happened. As they
discussed sending him away to military school while he was grounded in his
room, he heard a rap on his window. Squinting out of his window as the sun
was setting; outside he saw a 6'4 brunette muscled bear of a man he
recognized as Mr. Erickson who he knew had a farm down the road a couple
miles. Mr. Erickson waved for him to come out and Danny obediently snuck
out of the house to meet Mr. Erickson on the front lawn.
"Hi Mr. Erickson." Danny said a little shyly.
"Hello Danny" he replied casually. Getting right to the point he said
"Look, I heard about what happened at your neighbors farm... How is
everything with your parents?"
Danny turned bright red as he mumbled "Y-you heard about that? Err... Well
they are talking about sending me away to school."
Mr. Erickson considered Danny for a moment before saying "Oh dear... Well I
honestly expected something along those lines. However...? he paused before
continuing "I think I might be able to help with a different arrangement.
How about we go to my place to discuss it further?"
Danny knew he was to remain in his room but he dreaded facing his parents
so much that he nervously agreed. Getting in Mr. Erickson's truck they
traveled down the dirt road towards his farm in silence, Danny's curiosity
growing, wondering what this could possibly be about. Stopping outside
Mr. Erickson's place he opened the truck door hearing whinnying from the
barn just next to the house as he followed Mr. Erickson into his home,
sitting on the couch in the living room. Mr. Erickson lit a cigarette and
sit in the chair across from Danny before finally talking.
"You see... I have 4 draft stallions, two Clydesdales, two Belgian Drafts
and no mares. They're all entering adulthood and are becoming a
little.... pent up."
Danny simply gazed at Mr. Erickson wondering if he could possibly be
offering what Danny is starting to suspect he is offering.
Mr. Erickson continued "What I am saying simply is, if you would prefer not
to be sent away to school... Perhaps you would prefer to come live with me
for a while."
Danny stuttered for a moment "C-come live with you?" said a bit nervously
"But what about my parents?"
Mr. Erickson grinned for the first time "I don't think a cute boy like you
belongs in their house. You clearly have an appetite for stallions and I
think you living here could be mutually beneficial... I won't tell them
you're here if you don't."
Danny simply looked at Mr. Erickson, dumbfounded but felt some excitement
as this wonderful idea started to form.
Mr. Erickson continued "There is a loft available in the barn above the
horses stalls where you can sleep. You can come into the house to use the
bathroom when you need it and I will put a comfortable mattress up in the
loft for you... The draft stallions have never had their balls drained
before so I will be with you the first time you drain them but you will be
able to drink all the cum from their cocks that you want... So how about
it? You interested in being my horses new stableslut?"
Danny's eagerness was apparent as he now never looked happier and unable to
find the words, nodded enthusiastically.
"Well that's a start... There is only one other piece of business before we
make your new living conditions here official" Mr. Erickson said.
"What's that, Mr. Erickson?" Danny replied a little nervously as if his
dearest dream was about to be taken away from him.
"Well, I am afraid that I expect only the best for my stallions and there
is something of an interview process if you really want this job"
Mr. Erickson explained and didn't need to say anymore... Danny got the
message as Mr. Erickson put out his cigarette, stood up and pulled his
jeans down to his knees, his cock flopping out.
Danny gazed at Mr. Erickson's fat 10 inch uncut cock for a moment stunned,
never having sucked off a man before and Mr. Erickson simply smiling at the
stunned look, stepped forward, lifted Danny off the couch and pushed him
down on his knees so that his cock was right in front of Danny's face.
"Let's see what my horses will be treated to" he chuckles as Danny
obediently wraps his lips around Mr. Erickson's dick and starts to suck his
cock.
Though Mr. Erickson's cock was definitely big for a human, Danny had been
sucking off his neighbors Cleveland Bay for over a year. Having tamed his
gag reflex, he deepthroated Mr. Erickson's fat cock, looking up into his
eyes, seeing the impressed look on his face. Danny's lips are nuzzled
against Mr. Erickson's balls as he swallows his while cock without gagging
even once, Danny's tongue massaging every inch of his cock. Mr. Erickson
moaned with his hand gripping Danny's long blonde hair, feeling his cock
throbbing in his mouth before Mr. Erickson started to shoot his load into
Danny's mouth.
Danny's first impression was that human cum was a little more musky then
horse cum but he enjoyed it all the same and drank down Mr. Erickson's
load. Mr. Erickson looked pleased and said "Wow, you really do have great
blowjob lips cutie. My horses are going to be very lucky to have you as
their cumdump. I am going to have to use that mouth more often... And maybe
that ass...?
Danny simply looked flattered and said "Thank you Mr. Erickson" as
Mr. Erickson pulled up his pants with a grin and playfully slapped Danny's
ass.
"Well it's getting kind of late and I don't have your mattress yet for your
loft... I suppose you can sleep in the house tonight on the couch... But
before bed, why don't we go out to the barn and I can introduce you to the
horses... You can get some dinner in you before bed...? Mr. Erickson
chuckled, giving Danny's ass a squeeze.
"Oh yes please!" Danny replied with obvious eagerness.
"Good... Just one more thing. If you are going to be the stallions
stableslut, you shouldn't wear clothes... Shoes are fine for walking
around; otherwise you should be naked at all times. And your new name
around the farm will be 'faggot'. Got it faggot?"
Danny looked a little surprised at being addressed as such but far from
being offended was actually complimented and said eagerly as he stripped
off his jeans and shirt getting completely naked "Yes sir" Danny relied
obediently.
"Good boi." Mr. Erickson looked over the petite twink with a grin, rubbing
the bulge in his jeans as he lead Danny finally out to the barn.
It was now completely dark and as Mr. Erickson led Danny in, his jaw
dropped. Apparently, Mr. Erickson is very well off. It was a big barn, very
modern and clean with four stalls, two to a side. He glanced up and got a
peak at the loft which he noticed that the horses had nicer accommodations
than he would. But it was the stallions that really capture his attention.
On the left side he saw two large beautiful Clydesdales with long black
manes and short tails. On the right side were two massive Belgian Drafts
also both with short tails, but the one closest had a long beautiful blonde
mane while the other, further down had a studly blonde mohawk.
As soon as Danny entered the barn, he caught a whiff of the stallions
scent, his mouth began to water and his little boi cock stated to stiffen.
Not going unnoticed by Mr. Erickson, he simply chuckled and grabbed Danny's
hand "C'mon faggot, I will introduce you to your new masters." Hardly able
to contain himself, he followed Mr. Erickson to the first stall on the left
toward the Clydesdales, all the stallions, sticking their heads out of
their stalls, looked curiously at the new face.
"This is Steel...? Mr. Erickson said while Danny petted Steel's nose.
Mr. Erickson pointed to the other Clydesdale "That's Bruno...? pointed
back to the first Belgian Draft with the long mane "...that's Thunder" and
pointed over to the Belgian Draft with the mohawk "... and that's
Buttercup."
Danny gazed hungrily at all of them eager to drink all their loads and
Mr. Erickson opened the stall door to Steel. "Why don't you two get better
acquainted?" Mr. Erickson said, guiding Danny inside. Danny stepped inside
the hay covered stall and as he looked under Steel's belly and started to
salivate. While the Cleveland Bay's cock next door was big, it was nothing
compared to this. Steel's cock was only slightly protruding from his sheath
but it was enormously thick and just behind was a pair of large grapefruit
sized balls. He doubted he would be able to even get his hands around the
stallions cock.
As if pulled by a magnet, he fell down to his knees under the stud and
hands shaking with excitement, started to caress the studs huge cock.
Mr. Erickson held Steel's harness and pet his nose to keep Steel calm while
Danny leaned forward and started to suck on Steel's balls one a time, in
almost worshipful fashion, slurping on Steel's spunk factory as he stroked
the studs fat cock with both hands, feeling more of the studs cock flop
heavily out of his sheath as he snorted and pawed the ground. Unable to
help himself any longer, he ran his tongue eagerly up Steel's shaft and
stretched his mouth wide to fit his cockhead in his hungry mouth. Unable to
fit more than that, he stroked furiously, jerking the stallions pent up
cock off into his mouth as Mr. Erickson encouraged Danny "That's it! Suck
his cock, faggot!"
Steel whinnied and started to buck, fucking Danny's face as Danny had to
hold onto Steel's rear legs to keep from being knocked backwards. Steel
whinnies loudly before suddenly releasing a torrent of hot creamy stallion
cum. Danny gulped quickly, desperate to drink every last drop of Steel's
delicious spunk straight from his balls but it was too much for even an
experienced horse cocksucker like Danny and some spilled out of his mouth
and down his face. But Danny quickly scooped Steel's creamy jizz off his
chin back into his mouth and swallowed the rest of it, feeling Steel's load
pooling contently in his tummy. He slid forward and thanked Steel for his
meal by giving both his balls a through sucking for another minute and got
up and kissed the studs nose, whispering "Thank you gorgeous."
Mr. Erickson laughed as Danny smacked his lips, savoring the taste of
Steel's spunk that lingered on his tongue "god damn, you really are a
hungry faggot aren't you? Well that's just fine because you got three more
stallions to suck dry before bed."
Danny left Steel's and walked quickly into the other Clydesdales stall next
to it. Mr. Erickson pets Bruno's nose with one hand while grabbing his
halter to keep Bruno still and though Bruno obviously couldn't understand
him, Mr. Erickson introduced Danny to him anyway. "Bruno, this is your
faggot. He is going to be your jizzrag for this evening."
But even though Bruno didn't understand he certainly was excited and likely
sensed something from the other stall. He snorted and nosed at Danny,
nibbling lightly on his ear and when Danny looked under Bruno he was
surprised to find that he was completely unsheathed and rock hard, has
massive Clydesdale cock jumping and slapping his tummy excitedly. Not
wanting to tease a pent up stallion, Danny dropped to his knees and quickly
started sucking Bruno's cock, making lewd wet noises as he slurped
greedily. Bruno suddenly blew his load with the force of a firehouse,
shooting his load straight down Danny's mouth. Danny soon registered that
he was cumming even more than Steel had and chugs Bruno's nut sauce as the
stud feeds it to him. Bruno's cock finally started to slip out of Danny's
mouth, glazing his tongue in his cock cream as his dick drools to a stop,
giving Danny a proper taste. Danny got up, holding the last of Bruno's load
in his mouth playing with it as Bruno nuzzled Danny's cheek affectionately
for sucking the cum out of his balls
Mr. Erickson smiles, looking pleased with his faggot and lead Danny out of
Bruno's stall and over to the other side. Danny's tummy was starting to
feel really full but he couldn't pass up the opportunity to drink the two
gorgeous Belgian Drafts loads. As Danny walked into Thunder's stall, the
Belgian Draft with the beautiful long mane, he finally swallowed his
mouthful of Bruno's cum and kissed Thunder's nose, who stood there fairly
placidly, not showing much interest in Danny or Mr. Erickson. He seemed to
be in a bad mood but Mr. Erickson tried to reassure him with a calm voice,
"Don't worry Thunder, I know you are frustrated but this little faggot is
here to make you feel better. Daddy got you a spunk bucket to dump your
load into." Danny crawled under Thunder and started sucking on his heavy
balls but Thunder didn't unsheath and simply snorted stubbornly.
After a few minutes Mr. Erickson pulled Danny back up to his feet. Danny
was a little annoyed. Even though he hadn't got to taste Thunder's cock yet
he was enjoying sucking on his balls. "I have an idea... I think I know how
to get him excited but you aren't to ask me how I know this... You got it
faggot?" Mr. Erickson said. "Yes Mr. Erickson" replied Danny. "Come
here." Mr. Erickson lead the intrigued Danny behind Thunder who looked as
bad tempered as ever and lifted Thunder's tail revealing a puffy black
donut that looked as if it must have been cleaned. As Danny started to
wonder what Mr. Erickson did with his stallions on his free time,
Mr. Erickson said in a commanding voice, "lick it faggot!" and unprepared,
he felt Mr. Erickson pushing his face into Thunder's asshole. Danny had
never done anything like this before but he was determined to get Thunder
excited and Mr. Erickson definitely knew his stallions better than Danny
did. Taking a deep breath Danny slowly started to lick Thunder's asshole,
finding it not as bad as he thought it would be. There was a faint taste of
soap which added to his suspicions of Mr. Erickson but otherwise no
discernible taste and he heard Thunder nickering as if becoming excited as
his ass danced in Danny's face and pucker winked against Danny's
tongue. Mr. Erickson kept his hand firmly on the back of Danny's head as he
was soon making out with Thunder's hot stallion asshole till Mr. Erickson
let go of Danny's head and winked to him "what a slut.. You did it!"
Danny crawled under Thunder to be greeted with a raging hard cock. Thunder
had the biggest cock so far and Danny's knees felt weak as he started to
suckle lovingly on his well deserved cock. Danny felt that for all the work
it took to get the stud to drop his cock, that Danny would take his time to
savor his delicious slab of stallion meat. Running his tongue up and down
the studs massive cock he gave Thunder a thorough tongue bath. Both hands,
firmly stroking Thunder's cock, he proceeded to slurping on his balls again
and as Thunder started humping Danny's hands, Danny quickly took the studs
cock in his mouth and sucked furiously. Thunder gritted his teeth and
closed his eyes tight as he fucked Danny's face till he was pumping the
faggots mouth full of cum. Danny lovingly chugged down Thunder's load and
despite the sheer volume, had managed to prevent any from escaping. He kept
his lips wrapped around Thunder's cock, licking his cockead till it
retracted back into its sheath.
Danny got to his feet and surprising Mr. Erickson, walked behind Thunder,
lifted his tail and planted a wet deep kiss on Thunder's asshole as the
stallion looked back lovingly at the faggot. As Danny came around front,
Mr. Erickson smiled "looks like you made a new friend" he said as Thunder
frantically licked and nuzzled Danny's face. Danny, feeling tremendous
affection for Thunder, gave him a kiss on his horsey lips, licking
Thunder's tongue before being led out by Mr. Erickson into the last stall
where the mohawked Belgian Draft Buttercup stood with almost a menacing
look. Like Bruno, his cock was already out but unlike Bruno, it was clear
that he wasn't gentle.
As Danny approached to pet his nose, Buttercup knocked him down on the
ground, fortunate that the floor was covered in soft hay. Mr. Erickson
however did nothing to stop it, stepping to the side with almost an amused
look on his face as Buttercup suddenly trotted over Danny, narrowly missing
stepping on him, and thrusted forward, burying his huge hard cock in
Danny's unprepared mouth. Danny sputtered and choked as Buttercup fit way
more of his enormous cock in Danny's mouth than he ever thought
possible. Not just his cockead, but nearly 4 inches of the studs 14 inch
cock pumped in and out of Danny's mouth as he brutally fucked Danny's face,
using it as his own personal fucktoy. Buttercup seemed determined to show
Danny who is boss and that the stableslut is merely a fuckhole for his
pleasure. Before he could register the irony of three studs with masculine
names being fairly gentle versus the one stallion with a cute sweet name
being the rough one, he gasped with surprise as he felt his ass being
pulled up and a cock being pushed against his tight pink asshole.
Being preoccupied with Buttercup's mouth raping, he was completely unaware
of Mr. Erickson dropping his pants and kneeling between Buttercups
forelegs, pulling Danny up on all fours. The stable faggot now took it from
both sides, a merciless face fucking with a slightly gentler ass pounding.
He had never taken anything other than a buttplug up his asshole before but
had no ability to contemplate the matter as Buttercup seemed to think he
was being to gentle with Danny's mouth, pulling his cock nearly all the way
out before ramming it back in as hard as he could. The hay on the ground is
partially cleared directly under him and as Buttercup started to blow his
load, he kept pumping his cock, making it impossible for Danny to keep it
all down, nearly drowning in the stallions spunk. As Danny gulped down most
of Buttercup's sperm he felt Mr. Erickson unloading in his ass and couldn't
help but spill some of Buttercup's jizz onto the ground, pooling in the
curricular clearing of hay.
Danny thought he was finished and despite the brutal face rape, he was
incredibly fond of all the stallions, even Buttercup. But it seemed that
Buttercup wasn't satisfied with the faggots humiliation. Displaying an
intelligence he had never witnessed of a horse before, Buttercup placed his
forehoof on the back of Danny's head and pushed his face into the puddle of
jizz he let spill. Not applying any more force than was necessary to make
Danny clean up his mess, Danny was forced to eat Buttercup's spunk off the
floor. Hardly believing it, he lapped up Buttercup's puddle of creamy jizz
but as he tried to get up Buttercup kept Danny's head pushed down.
Mr. Erickson simply watched as Danny struggled under Buttercup's hoof for a
full minute, wondering what else could possibly be in store for him.
Then he felt at first what he thought was hot water splashing his face.
Almost immediately though, he caught on. Apparently, Buttercup was not done
humiliating the faggot and saw fit to mark his property because the
stallion was pissing on his face and hair, even getting a bit in his mouth.
He remembered the phrase "piss like a race horse" and found out first hand
that it was true because Buttercup pissed all over Danny's face for almost
two full minutes before stopping and letting Danny back up. Shaking with
surprise at how rough and degrading the stallion was, he reached forward
with a trembling hand to pet his nose while dripping in his piss and mouth
tasting fresh with his spunk but it seemed the horse had no more use of the
faggot and snorting, nudged his pissmop out of his stall, disregarding him
like a disposable fucktoy.
"Well I suppose I should have told you that Buttercup was a little
possessive and domineering but otherwise I think you will enjoy your time
here. Perhaps when you come in here to suck the stallions off... Suck
Buttercup off first, he might get jealous if another stallion gets blown
before him." Mr. Erickson suggested Danny thought he had a good point.
"You can use my shower before bed but since your already kinda drenched...?
grinning, pushing Danny back down on my knees and whipping his cock out for
the third time. Thinking he was going to get pissed on again, Danny closed
his eyes but once again guessed wrong. Instead he slid his dick in Danny's
mouth and took a long hot piss. Danny choked at first but after getting an
idea of his taste, didn't think it was that bad actually and drank it
down. Mr. Erickson pulled his cock out of Danny's mouth before he finished
and chuckling, splashed Danny's face and hair. "Shower up faggot and you
can sleep on the couch tonight." Mr. Erickson said. "Actually
Mr. Erickson, I was wondering if I could sleep in the barn tonight."
Mr. Erickson looked Danny over and smiled "Be my guest faggot. Might as
well make yourself at home there anyway. Nighty night jizzrag" and pulling
up his pants he walks inside, Danny following. Danny showered quickly and
brushed his teeth several times though the taste of the potent stallion
spunk still lingered.
Putting back on only his shoes, he ran back into the barn. In a bucket near
the door, he grabbed a few sugar cubes and gave one to Steel, Bruno,
Thunder and (cautiously) to Buttercup. He then walked back into Thunders
stall. Thunder seemed excited to see him; giving Danny wet kisses on the
lips, Danny returning them. Noticing Thunder is hard again, he would never
leave a stallion with an erection un-sucked so he decided instantly to give
Thunder a sloppy good night blowjob, quickly crawling under him and sucking
eagerly on his dick for one last feeding before bed. Thunder whinnied and
shot another delicious load into Danny's mouth which he hungrily gulped
down. Then Thunder lay on his side and Danny lay down next to him in the
soft hay and snuggled into Thunder's warm balls, licking and sucking
sweetly on them as Thunder drifted off to sleep and Danny soon followed.
EPILOGUE
As Danny woke up, half fearing that his night was just a good dream, his
eyes opened to a beautiful large Belgian Draft standing over him, already
awake. He knew then that he had no interest of sleeping in the loft. That
he slept best next to his beloved stallions (though maybe not Buttercup).
He informed Mr. Erickson of this and he was pleased that his faggot was
happy with the arrangement and just as happy that his studs were now being
released their sexual tension. As they were released out of their stalls to
play in the enclosure every day, Danny would set out a picnic blanket and
watch them play. The horses now all knew that he was their cumdump and when
they would get horny, they need only trot over their faggot to get hungrily
sucked off, though Buttercup would often trot over to violently fuck
Danny's face or piss all over him to keep him in his place. But Danny loved
and worshipped all the stallions, whether they pissed on him or not and
could often be found french kissing Thunder's asshole, just because he knew
Thunder liked it.
There Danny lived in his paradise... Don't you just love happy ending?
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Date: Tue, 13 Nov 2001 14:06:46 -0500
From: Sam I Am <sam_i_am_67@hotmail.com>
Subject: Desire served
Barkley was a typical, goofy, golden retriever that my older brother owned.
He was named by his young kids, after the Sesame Street dog. And this animal
was just as animated as the one on television. But seeing beyond his
spastic jumping and spinning, one would see a very beautiful, strong dog
with perfect features. My brother lived a half a day's drive from my home
with his wife and kids, so I'd only see him on holidays or occasional
weekends when he'd come to visit me and my parents.
I had been letting my pet shepherd/collie mix fuck me now for three years,
since the young age of 13 (a story for another time...) and now that Barkley
had grown to the age where he was now sexually active, thoughts of him
fucking me came to mind every time my brother would visit.
I remember the first time that I had the chance to touch Barkley's cock. My
brother had arrived with his family, bringing Barkley with them of course.
I was in my room when they arrived and Barkley bounded in, as he usually
did, excitedly visiting from room to room. When he came to see me, I
greeted him with the usual petting, and then took that opportunity to run my
hands under his stomach and to his sheath and balls. I rubbed him there, and
the action soothed the spastic dog, calming him for a few seconds. My young
cock sprang to life in my shorts. Then, my two young neices burst into the
room to greet me as well, and I quickly moved my hands back to Barkley's
head, scratching him behind the ears. I had to hide my visibly hard cock
from my neices. Damn, that was a close call and it left me frustrated.
Later that evening, after dinner, my family had settled in by the televion
for a movie rental. I feigned disinterest and went to the den in the back
of the house, stopping along the way to signal Barkley to follow me. And he
did. My goal was to fuck with this dog, but I knew it would be too risky
with my family just a few rooms away. But I was determined to at least get
Barkley used to the idea.
In the den, I kept the lights down low and sat on the ground near the pretty
dog. My hands went instantly to his sheath and balls. My cock started to
grow within my shorts just as my hands pumped at Barkley's cock. The dog
went off like a shot, frantically humping at the air, his pink cock exposing
itself and thin jets of his pre-cum sprayed onto the floor and on my legs.
Noise in the next room forced me to release my grip on the dog, fearing
another sudden entry into the room by one of my family members. After a few
moments though, I reached for Barkley once again, and he humped like mad
into my hand, his shoulder bumping against my body with each of his thrusts.
I knew I was taking a huge chance of being caught, but my arousal was
dictating my actions as I bent lower to take his cock into my eager mouth.
Like I mentioned, Barkley was a young dog, but his cock grew, and grew, and
grew in my grip. My tongue darted around the tip of his cock and his pre-cum
splashed against my lips and chin. I licked at his shaft and marveled at how
it grew longer still in my experienced hands. Barkley's cock was much
thinner than my own dog's cock, but it was quite long, coming in at at least
8 inches if not more. The smell and taste of his pre-cum was just perfect
on my tongue. Barkley stayed quite still as I gripped his knot, which had
grown hard within his sheath, and his long cock hung below him with my 16
year old mouth hungrily lapping and sucking him.
Again, I stopped for fear of being caught doing the unthinkable with this
terrific dog. My cock was pushing out the top of my shorts, so I released
it and it sprang up against my belly. I stroked madly at my engorged cock
and within a few short seconds I was spurting cum in the air and all over my
hand. Barkley, as most dogs will do, was interested in the smell of my cum
and he helped by deftly cleaning me. I just HAD to have this dog inside of
me, but when?
The next morning, I found myself outside in the garage next to our house,
working on my bicycle. I was distracted with thoughts of fucking Barkley,
and it was making me insane with desire for him. Barkley was outside,
playing with my nieces. I watched him running in circles, jumping around the
girls in his usually goofy manner. The girls were called into the house, and
I took the opportunity to call Barkley into the garage.
I knew that I had just a few moments, so I shut the door to the garage and
dragged an old padded tarp across the cement floor. I was very nervous about
being caught, but even so, in a second my shorts were pulled down and off my
legs and I was on my knees in front of Barkley, still wearing my shirt and
sneakers. My hand reached below him and his humping quickly started. I
pulled the big dog onto my back and his instincts took over. He grabbed me
tightly around my waist and I could feel his wet cock poking and slapping at
my ass cheeks. He sprayed me with pre-cum, soaking my skin, and my cock flew
to stiff attention against my stomach in anticipation. I was so ready for
his fucking to begin. But Barkley didn't hit the mark and he soon jumped
off of my back and humped at the air a few times before calming down.
I thought I would scream with frustration! Especially when I heard the door
to the house open as my nieces came out with my brother. I was SO close to
having that dog fuck me good just a few seconds before, but now I was
scrambling onto my feet and into my shorts. I need to be fucked by this
beautiful beast so badly, but now wasn't the time.
I thought about taking a walk with my own dog, just to satisfy the desire
building within me, but I knew that wouldn't work either. For some reason,
with Barkley around, as with other dogs, my dog lost interest in mating with
me altogether. I sulked through the remainder of that afternoon with the
thought that my brother would be leaving with his family the next morning.
How would I get what I so desparately desired, so desparately needed from
that dog?
The afternoon dragged on, and dinner came and went as the sun sunk lower in
the sky. Then my brother and his wife invited the rest of us to go into
town for some ice cream. My heart lept into my throat with excitement, and I
could barely contain my eager negative response. "Nah, I think I'll pass
this time, I'll stay and watch the dogs." I knew that the whole family
going into town, which was 15 minutes away, meant I had at least 45 minutes
on my own. At last, my chance to lay with Barkley.
As their car pulled down the driveway, I could feel my cock already
twitching with excitement. I instantly called to Barkley, who came bounding
up to me and I brought him back into the den, which had a wide open carpeted
space between the couch and the television - the site of many mating
sessions with my own dog. With Barkley circling around me, I hurriedly
pulled my t-shirt up over my head, then kicked off first one then the other
of my sneakers. Then I reached down and tugged off my socks, one by one.
Finally, I released my turgid cock from my shorts, pulling them and my
briefs down to my ankles and stepping out of them.
My young 16 year old body was now completely naked and trembling for this
beautiful Golden and I just knew that my strong desire would finally be
served. My hand glanced over the head of my cock, sending a shudder
throughout my body. I slowerly lowered my self to my knees on the carpet,
and Barkley jumped and licked at my face. I crawled toward him on my hands
and knees, and he circled behind me, sniffing and licking at my exposed ass.
I grabbed him around the neck and moved myself sideways to him, then
reaching far back, gripping him by the sheath. I simultaneously started to
stroke him and pull him toward my back.
Once again, that animal's instinct took over and he lept onto me this time,
throwing his full weight onto my back. His hips convulsed and his cock
poked out of his sheath toward my waiting ass. His grip tightened, and I
moved myself lower onto the carpet, spreading my legs and raising my ass to
the dog. Soon I could feel Barkley's cock wetting and licking the outside of
my sphincter, and I knew that any second now he would be driving it home.
After a few more small adjustments of my position, and a final thrust by the
big Golden, Barkley's pointed cock stabbed into my pink hole, driving deep
into my ass.
The feeling of my desire pouring out of me was simply overwhelming, as the
dog mercilously fucked my ass hole, pounding me with all of his might. My
head was spinning as his cock drove into me over and over again. I released
my long two days of frustration with a loud, low and satisfying moan.
"Ooooooohhhhhh!!! Barkley's long, long cock grew inside of my ass, filling
me inside and stabbing at my inner depths. I could feel his knot growing,
and he tried with all his might to push that into me too, but I resisted,
not wanting to push my luck and be discovered. Barkley's thrusting kept up
for what seemed like a very long time. He was obviously enjoying my ass, and
his thrusts became more and more powerful, pumping me over and over again.
After several minutes of this long, heavenly reaming of my ass by my
brother's dog, Barkley began to slow his actions and I could feel his long
cock throbbing inside of me as he dumped his cum into his mate. I was
expecting Barkley to turn on me, but he stayed on my back, quite comfortable
with the position he had me in. I lowered my chest down onto the carpet
until Barkley's front paws made contact with the ground. He stood over me,
with my young ass poised high in the air, and his cock buried deep within
me. The feeling was simply amazing, and the anticipation had me aroused
beyond description. With just a few strokes on my own dripping cock, I was
soon convulsing underneath the dog, shooting my thick cum in a pool beneath
me. The muscles of my sphincter twitched and gripped the dog's cock with
each of my satisfying ejaculations and again I moaned loudly, filling the
dark room with my lusty voice.
After a few moments, my quick breathing calmed, and my cock began to shrink.
Knowing I didn't have much time before my parents, my brother and his family
arrived back home, I unfortunately had to let Barkley slip out of me. He
stood there with his very long cock hanging below him, still throbbing, and
occasionally spraying more cum onto the floor. The young dog seemed stunned
himself at what had just taken place. I'm certain it was his first mating
session ever. It made me smile to think that I had been his first bitch.
If you enjoyed this true tale, let me know it at sam_i_am_67@hotmail.com
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bestiality/change-of-pace.txt
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Date: Fri, 12 Jan 2007 20:26:16 -0700
From: John M. <ninischaim@hotmail.com>
Subject: Change of Pace (Beastiality)
I've been chatting with someone on a bondage website where people can
meet
and get to know each other, ever since I was 18. I'm now 20 years old and
its time I get out on my own. I live by myself and have been slowly paying
no attention to family. I live in a small apartment, one bedroom, one bath,
a small living area and an even smaller kitchen. I put in my notice that I'm
leaving and sold most of my furniture and other belongings. Now, I have
whats ever in my bag.
I got out to my truck, fully paid. The insurance will go out in a
couple
weeks so I'm not renweing it. I set my duffle in the passenger seat, after
turning in my keys to the apartment. In my duffle, were two dog bowls, a red
collar, and another set of clothes. I pack lightly. Only what Karl, the guy
on the bondage site, told me to. I drove off, away from Colarado to the
state 'next door', Utah. The hot weather started to kick in as I drove down
the highway. I took off my shirt and opened the fly of my pants. I wore no
underwear, Karl's instructions. The windows rolled down and I had my
sun-glasses on.
I was 5'8" with light brown hair and blue eyes. I had an average build,
a
tight stomach and smooth skin. Ever since I was young I grew next to no
pubic hair. I kept my face and body cleaned well and tanned.
I hit the contry line in a little less than 3 hours. In the next two
hours
I got to my destination. A small ranch in the middle of no where it seemed.
I put my shirt back on and zipped up my pants. I drove down the dirt road
and saw a house with a few trees nearby in the back, and front yard. I saw a
small barn that could hold three, maybe four horses. I saw a large kennel in
the back with a few dogs jumping up and down. Fence ran along most of the
property. There are no neighbors that I could see. I guess there wouldn't
be, the road leading from the ranch to the highway was a dirt road that
streatched 13 miles.
I parked my white dodge next to the gray SUV that was here and turned
the
keys. I trusted Karl as we got to know each other over the past few years. I
don't know why it took me so long to meet with him, I finally got the
courage to do what I want. As I got out of the truck with my duffle bag,
Karl came up to me and gave me a big hug. We knew what each other looked
like, sending pics back and forth. We went ahead and moved my turck into the
two door garage, and left the keys inside it as we slide a tarp over it.
Karl was 6'0" and had a strong muscular build. White/gray hair and
brown
eyes. You could see instantly that this guy worked alot, his muscles clearly
visible. He too had almost no body hair.
Karl led me into the house and into the kitchen. We sat at the table
and on
the table were some papers. We discussed what was going to happen, how we
were going to live with each other, and what was expected of me. Without
reading the papers I signed them all, Karl took my duffle bag and pulled out
the red collar, and two dog bowls. He commanded me to take my clothes off.
I signed my life away into the hands of Karl. I didn't want to upset
him. I
took off my shirt and then my boots and socks. He took them and put them i
nthe duffle bag and went into the living room to get a few things. As I
stood up in the kitchen to take my pants off, I saw him return with a couple
things. One was a pair of leather hand mittens, that restrict the use of the
hand. Another was a O-ring gag, and a pony tail butt plug. I got my pants
off and he took them also. He put them in the bag and then fastened it shut.
He told me to, "Stay."
I did as told and stayed their standing, arms at my side. He took the
bag
and hide it away from me. I don't know where my clothes have been put, so I
wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon. When he got back he yelled at me,
"Get on your hands and knees!" I jumped as his voice raised, and did as
commanded. I got down on my hands and knees. He said, "Bitches do not walk
upright. They stay down. Do you understand!"
"Yes sir!" I replied. The palm of his hand hit the backside of my head.
He
said, "No talking either! As of 7 minutes ago, you gave up your right to act
and talk human. You are now my property! One bark for no, and two for yes.
Do you understand!" I barked twice and then I felt him put the O-ring in my
mouth, then fastened it tightly behind my head. I then heard the red collar
being fastened tightly around my neck as well. He took my hands and had me
roll them into fists. As I rolled my hands into fists, he put the hand
mittens on one after the other.
My hands were now useless. Kept as fists in these leather mits. As I
got
use to the mittens, I felt him reach behind me and, with lubrication, shove
the ponytail butt plug into my ass. I gave a moan, not expecting for it to
be put in so rough. I felt the hairs graze against my legs as he came up in
front of me. "Now," He said. "You really are one fine bitch aren't you." He
reached in his pocket and pulled out two tags. One, said my name 'Tessie'.
Along with the address under it. I didnt have time to read the address. The
other, he told me, was a breeding tag. To inform others I was owned and able
to be bred.
He opened a drawer in the kitchen and pulled out a long black leash. He
clipped it to my collar and led me on a tour of the house. It hurt to walk
on my knees but I quickly got used to it. The house was like any other. But
we then got to a room close to the back of the house. He opened the door,
and I saw this room had no windows. Instead, it had bondage furniture and
equipment. It had in one corner, a small 3x4x4 steel cage and slings in
another corner. He had a showcase of equipment, like floggers, whips,
collars, masks, etc. on one side of the wall. I saw what was looked like a
chair, but had many positions it could be put into.
He pulled me out and then I heard claws tapping on tiled floors. I
looked
as we were now in the hall, seeing a large German Shephard named Rosco. He
came straight to me, sniffing the new bitch. Karl reached down and patted me
side taunting me and Rosco saying, "We have a fine bitch all ready for you
Rosco. Shes hot and eager to begin the breeding."
Breeding? Rosco? I thought I was here meerly for Master Karl's
pleasure. I
didn't know I was here to service his dogs too. I was stupid, I realized one
of those papers has an animal society seal in the corner. And without
thinkign twice, I signed. It didn't dawn on me that paper was for me.
Breeding rights. I get it now.
Karl jerked the leash and led me to the back door, Rosco sniffing my
ass
every step of the way. Karl opened the door, leading me outside and onto the
dirt ground. Rosco was jumping behind me as we walked towards the kennels
and Karl told him, "Hang on Rosco. You'll get your turn." He opened up an
empty gate which had a small dog house in the back with a blanket inside,
and a water bowl next to the house that said, 'Tessie'. It was like that for
all the pens, total 3. Each bowl having the dog's name.
Karl shut the gate and kept Rosco impatiently waiting and watching
outside
the pen. Karl tied the leash to one of the kennel posts. I had little room
to run around, as Karl told me, "Sit!" I sat as best I could, resting on my
knees and my arms supporting my body. "Beg Tessie bitch." Karl told me and I
perked up my body and pulled my arms close to m y chest like a begging dog.
Karl took off the ring gag and put it in his pocket. He then unzipped his
jeans and told me, "Be a good little bitch, and please your master."
His hard 6 1/2 inch cock sprang free and pointed right at me. I was
extremely eager to please. I opened my mouth and let my tongue strock his
shaft and then the head of his cock, as I led it into my mouth with my
tongue. Karl closed his eyes and gave a short laugh. I bobbed my head up and
down his thick cock. Feeling the cock's texture in my mouth, I licked the
cock as best I could as I sucked him, hoping he was pleased. I pressed my
tongue against the bottom of his thick juicy cock as my I felt the head want
to slide down my throat.
I looked up to him and saw he was pleased. Karl arched his head back
and
began to rub his hands through my medium cut hair. "Good girl." I heard him
say. It felt as if his cock was slowly expanding, as I felt the sweet taste
of his precum. I increased my speed, licked and sucking him as best I could.
Karl moaned and pulled my head as close to him as he could. I felt his balls
rub against my chin. I got ready and then felt the warm stream of his sweet,
hot cum shoot into my mouth. I swallowed and swallowed as he shot his cum in
my mouth.
When he was done, he pulled my head back by my hair, looking down at me
with a grin. Karl said, "Good girl. Your a very horny bitch." I blushed. He
put his cock back in his pants and walked towards the gate. I looked down
and saw my 5 inch dick hard as a rock, dripping precum. Karl looked back at
me seeing this saying, "You really are one horny little bitch aren't you
Tessie? I want to to meet your new mate." I looked at him as he opened the
gate.
Right when Karl opened the gate, Rosco his large hunky German Shephard
ran
right in, towards me. He started sniffing my ass. I saw Karl come back,
pulling out the ring gag. He fastened it onto me once again, tightly behind
my neck, my mouth unable to close. He roughly pulled out the butt plug
laughing as I gave a small yelp. "You two have fun." I heard Karl say. He
walked out of the kennel, shutting the gate. I watched him go towards the
house as Rosco continued to sniff me. But now, I felt Rosco's wet slippery
tongue lick my asshole. I looked behind me, hearing the house door open then
close.
I tried to get Rosco away by shooing him with my body. Being tied still
to
the post, it was hard to get Rosco away. I pushed him hard wih the side of
my body, against his. I heard him give a low growl. I cowered at his strong,
threatening growl. I stood still, on my hands and knees letting Rosco
continue. His tongue was warm, and I love the feeling. I lowered the front
part of my body towards the ground, my ass sticking in the air so he could
lick more. I closed me eyes as a small dribble of saliva escaped my mouth,
due to the ring gag.
My eyes shot open as I felt Rosco jump up onto my back. I looked back,
seeing Rosco's forepaws latch onto my sides, his claws digging into my skin.
I felt his dock cock poke and probe my ass until it found its target. I gave
a yelp, as I felt Rosco's cock thrust hard and deep into my ass. He moved
himself closer, tightening his grip on my sides. I closed my eyes, spit
dripping without control from my mouth. I groaned as I felt the large dog
cock thrust in and out of my ass.
My muscles tightened. It hurt at first, but as Rosco kept going, the
more
the pain went away and in return I found pleasure. Alot of pleasure. I
started to moan, not groan, as the strong animal bred with me. I lowered the
front of my body more to the ground, as close as I could get to it. I
feltthe heat from the dog's furry body rub against mine. Up and down Rosco
wen't, breeding his bitch, making me his forever. I moaned, the feeling of
his cock expanding made me moan with great, immense amounts of pleasure.
I barked for him twice. I loved the feeling of Rosco's big, thick cock
sliding freely in me. Suddenly, I felt something large at the base of his
cock hitting against my asshole. I didn't care, oh the pleasure was too good
to ignore and bask in. My cock was as hard as ever, precum dripping from it
and onto the dirt ground. Then I felt the large object thrust itself hard
into my ass. I gave a scream, it hurt far worse than before. The pleasure
subsided and again the pain came. I felt the knot of the dog expand my ass,
making it feel like I was being torn in two.
Deeper and deeper the knot and cock slide in, the more and more it
hurt.
However, like with his cock, the pain started to be replaced by pleasure.
The cock and knot of Rosco having an effect on me. Hmmmmmm I hummed. It was
hot inside me, just as it is outside. I was sweating both mine and Rosco's
sweat. I felt the knot expand, but not much pain came with it. The cock
expanded as well and after a few minutes, Rosco increased his speed. The
cock and knot going deep in me. Then I started to pant heavily and quickly.
Rosco sped up a little more then I felt the warm sensation of Rosco's cock,
spurting out streams of his warm thick cum. I leaned back into him, taking
it all. After all, I am his bitch right?
Karl came stepping up to the kennel we were in, Rosco still pumping me
with
warm cum. "You like that?" Karl asked. I looked up to him and gave him two
barks, two for yes. "Good girl." He replied, "Your job is to act like and
animal, and be treated as one." I barked twice for him, then after Rosco was
done spurting his cum into me, we wen't ass-to-ass.
Karl stood there, motionless and speechless for a few minutes until
Rosco
popped out of me. I watched him and Karl led Rosco back to his own pen. As
Karl shut the gate to Rosco's kennel, Rosco began to clean himself. Karl
returned to look at me, seeing my dripping cock. "I bet you would like some
relief?" Karl stated. I barked twice with anticipation. But Karl just shook
his head and laughed saying, "Lifes full of disappointment. Animals don't
jerk themselves, and I'm not going to. The only way you can cum is if the
animals do it for you, or if you get fucked hard enough that it makes you
cum."
I gave a whine, and with that Karl shut my kennel gate. Karl said, "You
are
my dog. You are my property. You are my bitch. You will be treated as an
animal so you will act as one. You have the rights and disadvantages of an
animal. If you anger me, I have the right to either sell you, put you down,
or abandon you. You signed your human life over, to become an animal. So an
animal is what you will be." With that, Karl walked away.
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bestiality/tipper-and-friends.txt
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From: an42872@anon.penet.fi (A Digital Crusader)
Subject: Tipper and Friends, Part I: Canine 69
Date: Fri, 21 Jan 1994 06:09:44 UTC
Original Story BY: cambertr@atlas.cs.upei.ca (Michael Bertrand)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.erotica
Subject: Tipper and Friends, Part I:Canine 69
Date: 12 Jan 1994 22:18:49 -0500
Keywords: animal series mm, pedo
Content-Length: 7425
Archive-name: tipper-1
TIPPER AND FRIENDS, PART I:CANINE 69
It was a hot summer day, the kind that makes everything seem
hostile and intoxicating. The sun poured over the town and crushed it
under its humid fist. I was doing my paper route, the rough green bag
bouncing on my hip, the sweat dripping down my back and tantalizing my
ass cheeks. I was just beginning to wonder if it was possible to lose
so much sweat that the body just turned into powder and blew away in
one of the infrequent breezes when I came to the Thompson's house. I
was about to knock on the door to collect my weekly payment when I
noticed a note taped to the mailbox. It read :
"Dear Allen: Sorry, but we had to leave on a business
trip for a few days. Tipper is in the basement. Would you please feed
him some of the dog food from the bag on the tool bench and give him
some water from the hose every day? We'll catch up on the paper
payments when we get back, plus a little extra for your troubles. Love
and Kisses, Marge Thompson"
My mind reeled. Tipper was a beautiful male Doberman, sleek,
muscular, friendly, and queerer than a shooting star at noon. We'd
struck up a relationship long before this, but because the only place I
usually got to see him was in his front yard, I'd never been able to do
anything with him except cop a lightning- quick feel as I stood up, or
jack his cock a few times while pretending to scratch his belly.
Needless to say, these experiences had hardly satisfied either of us,
and now we could be alone indoors together for the first time.
As I untaped the key which was attached to the note (I live in a
small town), all I could think about was the time Tipper got loose. The
"official" story was that he had eventually found in somebody's back
yard fighting with a neighbourhood stray, but I happened to know from a
reliable source that they had been found frantically fucking each other
up the asshole (I imagine that gay dogs are rare unless trained to be
so, so that when two find each other, it's PARTY TIME, regardless of
time or place!) and licking each others' cocks in a kind of circling
69, not fighting. As the mental video tape I had constructed of this
event played itself over and over again in my mind, the bulge in my
trunks grew larger and harder, and began to throb. I couldn't get the
key into the door fast enough.
I opened the door and hurried inside, depositing my paper bag onto
the kitchen table. I threw open the door to the basement and bounded
down the steps. And there was Tipper, in all his ebony glory. When he
saw who it was coming to see him, he began to prance around in that
classical canine dance of joy. I noticed that his cock immediately
slipped out of its sheath and sprang up, ready for action, as well.
Down came the shorts in one violent motion. I kicked them into the
corner. Tipper immediately sprang forward and engulfed my stiff prick
into his hot mouth. For those of you too timid, too normal, or too
unlucky to have ever had a BJ from a large dog, let me tell you, they
put most human cocksuckers to shame, for what dogs lack in style and
technique, they more than compensate for in enthusiasm, energy, and the
fact that with those huge floppy tongues and long snouts, they are
quite capable of deep-throating your cock, sucking on your balls, and
licking your asshole simultaneously. All this Tipper proceeded to do,
while I stood there, stroking the top of his head as it bobbed
enthusiastically in time with his cocksucking motions.
I disentangled myself from his multi-level mouth motion long
enough to walk over to the mattress next to the radiator, telling
Tipper to Stay (which earned me a puzzled and hurt look). But as I
repositioned then lay down on the mattress, so that my head was
pointing directly at him, he began to understand what I was doing, and
when I patted the mattress between my legs, he knew exactly what to
do.
He clambered over my head, so that his head was at my crotch and his
front legs at either side of my hips. This placed his hind legs just
above my head on the mattress, and his large, jet black penis directly
above my face. I stopped for a few moments silence (except for Tipper's
eager slurping and sucking noises emanating from my crotch region) in
thanks for what I was about to receive. Then, I "dug in".
First, I took the tip of his cock between my lips, and began
slowly licking it. Meanwhile, my hands were busy running up and down
Tipper's well-muscled legs, till they found the tail and followed it
down to his impatient butthole. A quick lubrication via a solid
salivation of my middle and index fingers on my left hand, and while
the right hand held his tail out of the way, the lubricated fingers
began poking into that waiting hole. As my fingers did the walking up
the dirt road, I began moving up his cock with my mouth, gradually
taking in more and more of its delicious length, all the while
continuing to suck and lick. My efforts were beginning to elicit
penis-muffled whimpers and moans from Tipper. As I worked my way up his
rod, my fingers plunged still deeper in and out of his rectum, and I
began spreading my fingers further apart each time. Upwards on his cock
and inwards up his ass I worked, until my nose was nuzzlinh his
prominent testicles and my fingers were burying themselves up to the
knuckle each time. I began deep-throating his cock, and added a third
finger to his anal pleasure. In and out of my throat went his long
stiff member, the greatly swollen tip almost gagging me each time, the
rough short fur abrading my tongue with each thrust, and all the while
the sweet tangy taste of dog dick flooding my palate.
In and out, in and out, plunged my fingers, feeling the shivers
and convulsion of pleasure as his asshole opened to accept the fingers
then clamped down, as if reluctant to let them go out again, as my palm
slapped gently against his testicles with each thrust. I could feel the
cum beginning to build up in my balls. With one final thrust, I crammed
my cock down Tipper's throat, spewing a rocket blast of hot semen down
his eager throat. At the same time, I rammed my fingers up his
Chocolate Tunnel and buried his cock in my throat to the hilt, for
which I was rewarded with a powerful jet of creamy canine cumshot. For
the next few minutes, we two interspecies lovers devoted ourselves to
the painstaking job of draining each other dry.
It was time for a break. Tipper simply lay down on top of me, his
head resting on my balls, and his hind end on my chest. As I lay there
basking in the afterglow, licking the doggy cum off of my face and
planning the next act (my cock was already beginning to stiffen anew),
I suddenly noticed a sound which I did not expect. Two sounds,
actually. One was a familiar wet ryhtmic sound, and the other was a
lower rhythmic squishing noise at about half the tempo of the other
sound. I sat halfway up and looked around. And it was then that I
noticed the twelve-year-old boy standing at the bottom of the stairs to
the outside entrance to the basement, his gym pants down around his
knees, one hand beating off his young uncut dick and the other busy
fucking his butt with the hilt of a toy sword.
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From: an42872@anon.penet.fi (A Digital Crusader)
Subject: Tipper and Friends, Part 2: "The Boy Gets Off"
Date: Fri, 21 Jan 1994 17:05:15 UTC
Dear Alt.sex.stories readers:
This is a followup to Mr. Bertrand's (cambertr@atlas.cs.upei.ca)
posting, called "Tipper and Friends: Part 1 Canine 69."
I made a significant change in my initial paragraph, which required a
change in Mr. Bertrand's last paragraph, notably the age of the boy who
appears in the basement. In order to make his sexual escapades more
interesting, and more believable with respect to physical
characteristics, I have chosen to make the young boy 12, not 8.
I hope you find this interesting. I certainly was aroused by "Part I"
Sorry for the anonymous posting, but you know how it is--I have a bad
reputation to keep up.
"A Digital Crusader"
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TIPPER AND FRIENDS, PART II: "GETTING OFF WITH THE BOY"
by "A Digital Crusader"
The following contains scenes which describe sexual activity involving
two males, one of whom is quite young. If such material is likely to
offend you, please skip this post, or delete it as you wish. This
material is presented as erotic stimulation only and is not intended to
condone any activity which may be illegal or immoral in the eyes of the
reader or any law enforcement agency. Enjoy!
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The story continues...
I was instantly in lust! A twelve-year-old boy, mine for the taking,
and ready to play!
I beckoned him with a smile to join me on the mattress, and he shyly
complied, tugging his shorts up a bit so he could walk. The toy sword
was left wiggling obscenely, hanging out of what looked to be a
beautiful young bubble butt. I reached for it as he moved next to me,
and with a slight tug, pulled it with a squish from his tight little
hole.
"Who the hell are you?" I asked, my dick springing to life at the sight
of this little hunk. "And what are you doing here?"
"My name is Joey Martin," he answered quietly. "I live next door, and
saw the light go on in the basement. It's OK, no one saw me come down
here," he said knowingly, eyeing my throbbing cock and ever so slowly
licking his slender lips.
I took a look at this prize specimen of young boyhood: he was about 5
feet tall and blond, with shaggy hair that hung in his eyes
occasionally. He was beginning to show signs of adolescence, having
lost his baby fat, and had begun to muscle up and fill out a bit. There
were wisps of pubic hair above his surprisingly large dick, but
otherwise, not a hair to be found on his tight, muscular little body.
His dick looked to be 4 or 5 inches, and thick too, looking even larger
for the lack of a thick bush. Already hard as a rock, it was dripping a
little clear fluid, no doubt encouraged by the sword handle banging on
his prostate while he wacked off.
"Where did you learn to do that?" I asked.
"I've been screwing around for a few years," Joey replied, "mostly with
my friend Steve, but a lot of guys my age will do anything to get off,
especially fooling around with another boy, `cause they're always
around, and ready to do it. Sex is sex, and you take what you can get."
The kid was wise beyond his years. I was willing to bet that that toy
sword was not the first thing to slide up his hot little ass. I was
going make sure it wasn't the last, either.
While I confess to liking a good hot session of doggy head with ol'
Tipper, my real weakness is for youngsters-- not kids really, but
teenage boys, or almost teens, when their hormones begin to really kick
in. A boy just coming into young manhood gets my dick hard as hell, and
the thought of plowing this kid's ass had my cock steely hard and
dripping again in no time. I eased Joey's Batman tee shirt up over his
head, taking notice of the lithe, hairless body I had revealed. I
sniffed deeply at the armpits of the shirt, drinking in the wonderful
clean smell of his boyish sweat. He looked at me like I was a bit
crazy, and at this point, I was.
I pulled his smooth torso to me, and began tonguing and sucking his
tiny little nipples. Instantly the little nubs hardened, erect like
tiny pencil erasers on the warm chest in front of me. I lavished his
chest with kisses, and worked my way into his bare armpits, licking the
salty-sweet sweat from every inch of skin there. My hands cupped his
firm bubble butt, kneading and massaging his melon-like buns. The boy
squirmed a bit under my ministrations, partly because he was a bit
ticklish, but more because he knew I would suck his cock, something he
wanted desperately.
Joey pushed my head down to his crotch, where his boycock stood out
straight, oozing pre-cum. Tipper took new interest in our visitor,
apparently familiar with the neighbor boy, and began energetically
lapping at the boy's raw asshole. Joey moaned as the Doberman licked
his not-so-virgin ass, and I nibbled my way down to his waiting prick.
Tugging off his gym trunks, I pulled his white Hanes briefs to my face
and sniffed the boy crotch smells captured there. Boy-musk and sweat, a
hint of dribbled piss--these size 16 underpants were my prize--no
matter what else happened this hot afternoon, Joey was going home
without underwear.
I returned my attention to the prize which waited between his legs,
slowly licking the length of the boy's cock, nibbling little folds of
his ample foreskin as I went down. I inhaled deeply the musky sweaty
smell of his crotch, and skinned him back to expose his sensitive pink
dickhead. After a normal boy's day of activity, young Joey had worked
up quite a sweat, and his dick cheese was ample. Hungrily I engulfed
his prick, and he immediately pumped his hips forward, jamming all of
his dick into my waiting mouth. I sucked slowly, making him wait to
come. I rolled his smooth balls in their hairless sack between my
fingers, then sucked one, then the other into my mouth, lolling them
around on my tongue. I forced his hot thighs apart, licking deep
between his legs, stretching my tongue toward his asshole, bathing his
crotch in my saliva.
I wanted his ass even more than his cock. I spun him around, (scaring
Tipper a bit), and bent him over at the waist. Tipper, sensing a new
opportunity, immediately went to work on Joey's hot prick. I began
licking his hot little asshole, where Tipper's tongue had been moments
before. I began to finger his impossibly tight rosebud, as he moaned
and squirmed under the magical tongue of his neighbor's dog. My cock
was ready, and his ass was as lubed as it would ever be, so I prepared
to mount my humpy young stud-in-training.
The head of my dick pressed at the boy's tight ring, and he pulled
away, mumbling "it's too big. I can't take anything that big."
When I pointed out that the magic sword he had been fucking with so
energetically when I discovered him was not much smaller, he relented,
and seemed to concentrate on Tipper's aggressive crotch-licking with
fervor. I pushed my cock into the hairless valley between those two
gorgeous buns, and knocked again at his butt door. There are few
sights as gratifying to me as that of my own cock sliding between a
young boy's milky white buns, and as I looked down, I felt his rosebud
give way, and I slid inside his hot tunnel. It was all I could do to
keep from blasting out my load instantly as his steamy hot rectum
wrapped my cock in moist warmth. Slowly, carefully at first, I began to
fuck my newfound boy slut.
Joey gasped as I pulled most of the way out, then slid home into his
butt, again and again. Tipper eventually seemed to catch the rhythm,
and began lapping at the boy's cock in earnest again. As I fucked,
Joey's little cock slid into the Doberman's waiting throat. We were
both covered in sweat, despite the relative cool of the basement. Joey
was moaning continuously now, never having had a man-sized dick up his
ass before. He kept crying, "I can't take it! Take it out!" but I
noticed his cock stayed hard in Tipper's mouth, and his protests got
weaker and weaker.
I felt his asscheeks tighten around my cock, and saw the dimples as his
cheeks clenched and he drew me deeper. His smooth white hips began
double pumping into Tipper's eager mouth, and he shouted, "Oh god! I'm
coming!" I felt his ass clench with every jet of sperm he pumped out,
and his spurting cock slid from Tipper's jowls, spewing ropy white
streams of hot cum all over the mattress. That was all it took to put
me over the top. With his tiny ass clenched around my dick, I drilled
up into him as far as I could and unloaded wave after wave of hot jizz
into the boy's well-lubed shit chute. I pumped as he pumped, coming
together in a convulsion of orgasmic lust. We slumped to the mattress,
pushing Tipper out of the way, my prick still deep inside young Joey. I
eagerly licked his spilled cum off the mattress, still hot and fresh,
and sweet as only boy-cum can be. Tipper licked anxiously at Joey's
dripping cock, laying down to get a better angle.
Joey, seeing Tipper's skinny pink dog dick just inches from his face,
reached up to stroke it. Tipper slid his butt closer to Joey, and began
a frantic humping motion in response to Joey's tentative strokes on his
engorged penis. Slowly, Joey stuck out his tongue, till the tip of
Tipper's prick was sliding into his puckered mouth with every stroke.
My dick still in his ass, the youngster began to eagerly suck the
Doberman like he had seen me do earlier. Suddenly, his mouth filled
with tangy dog-sperm, squirting violently from Tipper's boner. The
white stuff filled his mouth till he almost gagged, then spilled out
onto his chin and chest, dripping all over the mattress. This sight was
enough to make me come again, and I pumped another load of spunk up
Joey's slippery ass. Glued together by sweat and cum from me, Joey and
Tipper, we collapsed in that special after- fuck slumber, satisfied,
for the time being...
To be continued...?
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bestiality/leather-farm-boy.txt
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F A R M B O Y
from "The Leather jacket Tales"
by Mike Khan (a/k/a Leatherman)
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A bright sun filled the deep, blue sky. Not a cloud could be seen as far
as the horizon. A gentle breeze nestled the leaves of the tall trees. In
a clearing a farmhouse stood with its wide, front porch. In the distance
was an old barn and corral. A Palomino pony was drinking for the water
trough, while a Mustang relaxed under the late Spring sun. The quiet of
the scenic afternoon was broken by the sound of the black pickup that was
pulling up near the barn in cloud of dust.
Kevin jumped out of the passenger seat with his knapsack. The bright sun
hurt his hazel eyes, blinding him for a brief moment. The driver got out.
"You wait here boy and don't move!" he ordered as he ran around to the back
of the barn. Kevin was a handsome man in his mid-twenties. He had high
check bones, was about 6 feet tall with a thin, but muscular frame. His
brown hair had grown a bit long and was blown back by the breeze. The
driver returned with another man who seemed to be in charge. He was
dressed in jeans and riding chaps. His black boots were dusty from the
trail and his shirt was open revealing his hairy, sweating chest. He had
deep, brown eyes, dark moustache, and several days stubble shadowing his
face. He spoke to the driver who then walked up to Kevin, took his
knapsack to the house, and then got back in the truck to head for parts
unknown.
Kevin watched the Rancher intensely. He thought of the ad he had answered.
He thought about the many phone conversations that had led to their meeting
in the city and now his invitation here. He wondered to himself if he
could handle what would soon happen, but knew he would have little choice
nor offer any resistance. "Hey, Mac!", he grined as he reached for the
Rancher's hand. Mac grabbed it hard and pulled the boy towards him. Kevin
could smell the sweat of the trail on his breath as he spoke to him.
"Listen, boy. Get one thing straight. You only address me as SIR! Got
it!" he ordered as he spit into the boys face. "Yes, SIR " he shouted
back. "Good, now get that fuckin'ass of yours into the barn!" Mac ordered.
Mac pushed Kevin into the brightly lit barn. There were several stalls
where the horses would be kept. In the middle, however, he noticed several
long chains that hung from the ceiling. Nearby was a pillory. Kevin
noticed that near the stalls were several large cages with barbed wire
around them. Mac took a choke collar and attached it to Kevin's neck. He
pulled him towards the center of the barn. Mac removed his shirt, handing
it to Kevin. While he put on his harness, he noticed Kevin had taken the
shirt and was rubbing it on his face. Mac pulled him by the chain. "What
gives you the right to sniff my shirt!" Kevin trembled from the loud
resonance of Mac's voice. Mac took the boy's face and forced it into his
sweating armpit. "Lick it clean, boy!" Kevin hesitated. "Lick it, you
dog!" he ordered striking him across the face. Kevin worked cleaning his
master's armpits, first the left and then the right. Mac attached the
boy's wrists to the chains in the ceiling. He then took off his boots and
socks, tieing them to the boy's face so that he would have to breath the
stench of his well worked boots. Mac hoisted the boy until his feet
dangled slightly above the ground and stripped off his clothes. The boy
had a smooth body, except for a few hairs on his chest and his pubics. Mac
took an electric shears and removed the helpless boys hair. Kevin felt his
manhood being removed as he hung, breathing in the smell of the boots.
When it was done, Mac attached a rope that hung from above around Kevin's
cock and balls. He then hoisted the rope, pulling his body upwards
slightly. Kevin felt the rope pulling his cock. He soon sensed Mac
working his fingers in his ass. He shouted as Mac rammed his hard cock
into the hanging boy's hole. He reamed him mercilessly until he had shot
his load in his victim. Kevin felt his sore hole being stretched even
wider. Mac had forced a large plug into it. As Kevin looked down he
noticed that the plug from his ass seemed to have a tail attached to it.
Mac now took the cat-o-nine tails from the self and began to work on the
Kevin's smooth back. Each strike caused him to jerk in the chains, causing
the rope around his cock and balls to pull and sending a sharp pain through
his body. Mac continued whipping the boy until they both were in a heavy
sweat. The master then released the bonds from his slave and allowed him
to drop before his naked body.
The boot was removed from Kevin's face. Mac took a horse bit and forced it
into the slave's mouth, tightening it behind his head. He felt the plug
deep in his ass and noticed that he indeed had a tail attached to him. He
knew he was to serve as one of his master's animals. Obediently, he began
to follow the master. Mac struck him again with his whip. "You are to
walk on your hands and the balls on your feet, Understand!" he shouted as
he struck him again. Kevin obeyed and followed. His master tied him to a
post and order him to raise his one leg. Mac attached it to a table much
like a man about to shoe a horse. He whiped the bottom of the slave's foot
with alcohol. Kevin saw a strange device in Mac's hand. It was metal and
looked like many thick wires in the form of a foot. There was a place it
could be slipped over the toes and had small spikes throughout. Mac put
the "shoe" in place and hammered the base of it, forcing the tiny spikes
into the slave's foot. Kevin tried to hold back his scream. The "shoe"
was then strapped with leather to keep it in place. Mac repeated this on
the other foot. Kevin shouted out. his cried were met with the taste of
the whip. Mac now forced his "horse" to walk around the barn to get used
to the metal "shoes". Kevin soon felt them as part of his body. The bit
was removed as noticed Mac placed a bowl with "Kevin" written on it near a
stall. Mac filled it with something from a can that appeared to be for a
dog. "Eat! You worhtless dog." Kevin positioned himself in front of the
bowl. He knew he dared not do this wrong. He lowered his mouth to the
food and ate like a dog, drinking water also from a nearby bowl.
After he finished, Kevin was led to a stall. He noticed that there was a
cage door which opened from the floor. Kevin was ordered to lay down
inside. His wrists were secured to posts in the base of the cage as were
his ankles. Mac then secured the door shut.
The next day Mac and the driver removed Kevin from the cage. He noticed
they were both naked and took him to a corner and hosed him off. The plug
was removed from his ass, and the driver took the nosel from the hose and
douched Kevin's ass with it. Kevin was led to a strange looking bench.
His ankles were attached to the base. He was then bent forward and angled
down on a slant so that his head was almost on the floor as it reached the
front of the bench. His arms were chained tightly down and metal brace
held his waist in place. He was then moved while tied to the bench to the
horses stall. Both men took their turns fucking the boy's well stretched
ass. The driver then went outside while Mac rubbed an oinment all over
Kevin. He then used it in large amounts on Kevin's aching asshole. The
driver returned with a large horse. As the horse scented the ointmentit
became aroused. Mac took the reigns and brought the horse to Kevin's stall.
Kevin released he was positioned directly under the horse. He could feel
the heast from the horse's belly. The horse was reacting more to the mare
scent. The driver worked to keep the horse controlled while Mac grabbed
the erect cock of the animal and positioned the head in Kevin's ass. The
men moved away. kevin screamed as the horse rammed its cock into his ass.
Kevin thought he was being torn in half. The cock of the horse worked
faster in and out of his hole. He was sweating as he was being bred by
this beast. Mac and the driver watched with pleasure as the fucking
continued. Mac forced the driver to bend over and rammed his cock into the
other man as he watched Kevin being ravaged. Kevin's ass was filled as the
horse shot its load into him. Mac shot his own load into the driver at the
same time. The horse was removed from the stall and let loose in the
barn. As Kevin remained tied to the bench he felt the horse's cum flowing
out of his expanded ass.
While he was still tied, Kevin smelled iron burning. The driver put a
leather strap in Kevin's mouth. Kevin saw his master was heating a
branding iron. It was white hot as Mac walked towards him. He trembled as
Mac positioned the iron near his ass. He braced himself as the iron was
forced onto his tender ass leaving the same marking as was on the horse.
Kevin trembled and was sweating. His master released him and brought him
to a cage with his name on it so that he could rest. Kevin knew that he
had served his new master well. He climbed into his cage and rested
chained to the sides. His master had gone back out to the range. He
longed for Mac's return so that he could continue to serve him.
End Farm Boy
....Dedicated to a far away friend...
-MK-
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bestiality/wifes-revenge.txt
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Date: Sat, 23 Dec 2017 05:19:55 +0000
From: Russ C <rsec44@hotmail.com>
Subject: Wife's Revenge
This past Saturday a Dom I had been servicing wanted to have one last
session in the park before the leaves fell. I'm a submissive bottom that
craves use and abuse by dominant men and women. I quickly agreed to his
request and his conditions. I was to be naked, wearing a blackout hood and
my hands cuffed behind my back. I was also to be on all fours, head down
and ass up.
I drove to the park, parked my car, stripped and walked to our picnic
area. I arranged the hood so the mouth hole was in the right place, then
cuffed my hands behind my back and waited. It wasn't long before I heard a
vehicle pull into the parking lot. I quickly climbed onto the picnic
table, got on all fours and presented my hole.
A few minutes later I heard footsteps approach and a hand caress my ass.
"Very good faggot," the Dom said as he started to roughly finger my cunt.
I moaned as he continued to insert fingers in my hole. He stopped at four
and then started rotating them, stretching and opening my hole. He came
around front, commanded me to open my mouth and he stuck his huge cock in
it. He grabbed the side of my head and started fucking my throat.
As I was struggling to accommodate his member I heard another voice. It
was female. "So, this is the faggot that you have been telling me about.
Choke him for me dear." At that the Dom jammed his cock balls deep into my
mouth and held it there. He pinched my nose and I soon got light headed
and went limp. I must of passed out because the next thing I remembered
was laying on my back, head hanging over the edge of the table and my
ankles being held by the Dom over my head.
"Good to see you awake. This is my wife. I promised her she could fuck
up one of the faggots I used over the summer and she chose you. It's her
reward for letting me fuck around," he said. I felt her grab my balls.
She placed one ball and then another through a stretched rubber band. She
was using an elastrator to band me! When she removed the elastrator the
band snapped tight around my balls. I squeeled and the Dom shut me up by
shoving his cock into my mouth.
His wife smiled and said, "faggot, your balls have about an hour before
they start to die. You'd better hope that I'm finished with you by then."
She then produced a container of j-lube and a large syringe. She loaded
the syringe with j-lube, shoved it deep in my cunt and emptied it. She
repeated that procedure 3 times. I could feel the liquid deep in my
bowels. "I think he's ready now," the Dom said. "I'll keep my cock in his
mouth to keep him quiet."
With that she started fisting my hole. Not bothering to slowly work her
hand in, she just made a fist and punched it through my sphincter. Because
of all the j-lube it went in rather easily, but it was still a shock. She
used my hole like it was a punching bag, alternating fists. As she was
destroying my hole she made all sorts of comments, like: "�no one will
be able to use your hole�teach you a lesson�fucking faggot�" As
she started to tire the Dom told her to go deep. Next thing I know she
shoves her left arm up my hole to her elbow. She stopped until the Dom
said, "he can take it all. Really fuck him up!" With that encouragement
she pushed the rest of her arm deep into my bowels, only stopping at her
shoulder. She stopped and admired her work.
The Dom took his cock out of my mouth and I immediately begged her to
remove her arm. She looked at me and said, "you going to stay away from my
husband?" I nodded. She smiled and pulled her arm out of my body. They
both looked at my gaping hole and laughed. "I guess I couldn't use that
hole anymore, anyways. See you faggot." And they left. I was relieved for
a second, but then I remembered my balls. It had been about an hour. They
were deep purple and cold to touch and I had nothing to cut the band. I
hurried to the parking lot in hopes of finding something to snip the band.
When I got there the Dom and his wife were leaning against my car. "What
took you so long faggot," she asked. "If you want that band off put your
hands behind your back," she added. I quickly did as I was told. The Dom
came behind and cuffed my wrists together. "Present those balls faggot,"
he commanded. I thrust my pelvis forward and my balls stuck out. His wife
approached with a pair of nail clippers. As she snipped the band she
turned to her husband and said, "watch this!" As soon as the band popped
off the blood started to flow back into my balls. The pain was intense and
I hopped and squirmed and yelled until it subsided. They both laughed at
my performance.
Once I had calmed down the wife approached. "I'm not quite finished
with you yet faggot," she said. I nodded my head. She ordered me to go
over to her husband and get his cock hard. I knelt in front of him and
started sucking his cock. He leaned back against the car, smiled and
seemed to enjoy my ministrations. After about 10 minutes he was rock hard.
About the same time he reached full erection a truck pulled into the
parking lot. "About time," the wife said. The truck parked beside our
vehicles and a petite redhead jumped out. "Sorry, traffic issues. Is this
the faggot," she said. "Ok, let's get on with this." The redhead whistled
and two big Dobermans jumped out of the truck. Both weighed about 100 lbs
and had huge cocks.
The redhead got a video camera from the truck and started recording.
She got a couple minutes of me sucking the Dom's cock and then a few
minutes of him fucking my wrecked hole in the parking lot. The wife had
disappeared with the dogs. She soon reappeared and said, "they're ready."
With that, the Dom stopped fucking me and ordered me to follow him. I
meekly obeyed. We walked back down the path to our favourite spot. The
dogs were there and there cocks were out of their sheaths. I figured out
what was going to happen and I started to whimper. I had never had sex
with any animal, yet alone two dogs. The two women stripped and stood
beside the dogs, reaching down and gently stroking their cocks.
The Dom ordered me to my knees and to suck the dog's cocks. "You're a
cocksucker, suck their cocks," he ordered. I crawled over to the redhead's
dog and she placed its cock at the entrance of my mouth. I leaned forward
and it slipped inside. As I gently sucked, it grew in size. It soon
filled my whole mouth. "Get the knot in," she ordered. I slowly worked
the dog cock until the knot slipped into my mouth as well. My mouth was
totally stretched and sealed. I was breathing threw my nose. I heard the
Dom and his wife talk about how much money they could get for this video.
The redhead led the other dog to my ass. She said, "up" and the dog
mounted me. It thrust wildly until the redhead grabbed it's cock and
inserted it into my hole. Once it was in the dog pounded away. It's cock
quickly grew and soon I could feel it's knot entering my hole. Once we
were knotted the dog pressed forward and I could feel his cum filling my
insides. About the same time the dog cock in my mouth started to cum. I
couldn't swallow it all and some started coming out of my nose.
My tormenters were amazed and commented about my debasement. I was not
only a faggot, but a dog fucker. Here I was being videoed fucking two dogs
in a public park! They were horny from watching me, so the women started
sucking the Dom's cock and they had an impromptu threesome while the dogs
and I remained knotted. After about half an hour the dog's knots started
to go down and they slipped out of my holes. I lay there, hands cuffed
behind my back, cum leaking from my cunt and mouth. The redhead came over
and sat on my face and ordered me to clean out her cunt. It was full of
the Dom's cum. Once I was done she gathered up the dogs and left. The Dom
and his wife came over and removed the cuffs. They explained that they had
the video of me and the dogs and that I'd better behave or it would be
posted online. I nodded that I understood. "See you soon dog fucker," the
wife said as they left.
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bestiality/uncle-and-his-dog.txt
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Date: Thu, 7 Sep 2017 15:22:48 +0000 (UTC)
From: Wolf Pomo <pomowolf74@yahoo.com>
Subject: Uncle and His Dog (Gay/Bestiality/Incest. Oral, anal, b/dM)
Bestiality/Incest. Oral, anal, b/dM
This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their
sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between
consenting underage boy and adult males... If this type of
content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not
read it.
Author's Note:
This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded
for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if
you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the
author for permission.
Copyright 2017 Wolf, all rights reserved.
You may contact me at pomowolf74@yahoo.com if you like.
All flames will be ignored.
Uncle and His Dog
By
Wolf
I grew up in Santa Ana, California. My family are
Mexicans that came to California to work in the orange
groves and building boom after World War II, but the groves
have all been replaced by residential developments. My birth
certificate proclaims that my name is Juan pronounced Won,
but everyone calls me Johnny. I was always small for my age.
I suspect there was a Gringo in my family tree, because I have
brown hair, green eyes and slight colored skin. I was a curly
head boy that at the age of twelve I could pass as an eight-
year-old. I was definitely a late bloomer.
One of my uncles was a history teacher named Samuel.
Uncle Sam on the other hand was a tall brown skinned
Mexican. He was at least six-feet tall. I always admired his
muscular physique. I was almost twelve when my Uncle
Samuel told me that he wanted me to look after his dog while
he was on vacation. His dog was a very large black Great
Dane, named King George, because of my uncle's love of
history. King George was Queen Elizabeth's grandfather, and
King of England during the Boar War and World War I.
I was thrilled to be asked to help my uncle, besides I
always loved dogs, but when I got a look at his dog, he
frightened me, because the dog was so large. When he stood
on his hind legs and placed his front paws my Uncle Sam's
shoulders he was taller than my uncle.
My duties included feeding, walking and grooming the
two-year-old dog. I worked with the dog for about a couple
of weeks before my uncle went on vacation. Uncle Sam
wanted to sure I could handle the dog. After all, if George
decided to bolt I wasn't strong enough to stop him.
My uncle insisted that when I bathed George I should
wash the genitals. I was to play with his penis until it
extended out of the hairy sheath and wash his penis. I
thought his request was strange, but I was fascinated with his
cock. It was always moist and a mottled colored thing as
large as most human cocks. George obviously enjoyed me
playing with his cock. He would try and mount me and he
would extend his cock while he tried to hump my leg. When
he was laying on his side he would lick himself, and look at
me. I assumed that he wanted me to play with his cock.
Uncle Sam warned me that George was a naturally horny dog
and would hump anything.
After Uncle Sam left on vacation I stayed at his home to
look after it and the dog. I would exercise George by
attaching a leash to George's neck and attach the other end
of the leash to the handlebar of my bicycle, and allow the dog
to pull me around the neighborhood until George ran himself
out.
I fed George daily, and George's poop was as large as a
human's. I had to scoop up his poop, and disposed of it in a
pit with a metal lid to reduce the stink. The other duty was to
bathe George.
Bathing George was always messy. I would get soaking
wet while bathing him, so I started taking off my clothes in
the back yard to wash George. George would stick his big
muzzle into my crotch and lick my cock and balls. It
embarrassed me, and I would struggle with him to stop doing
that long enough to bathe him. One day while I was bathing
George I bent over to pick up the brush I use to wash him,
and George tried to mount me. I quickly stood up to prevent
him from doing that. But that started me thinking nasty
things at night while in the guest room trying to go to sleep.
The next day after exercising George I watched George
lay down in the back yard while I put my bike away. He lay
there and started licking his cock. He mottles colored pointed
cock was wet and sticking out of his hairy sheath. It looked as
big as any adult cock I had ever seen. I was curious about it,
and approached him.
I knelt beside him and reached out to touch his cock.
George licked my hand, so I grew bolder and bent down to
smelled his cock. I smelled the hair covering his balls and the
sheath that normally covered his cock. I started licking his
cock and it had a bitter taste. I took it into my mouth and
sucked on it. George quickly squirted watery cum into my
mouth. It surprised me and I spit it out, but it left an after
taste. Having satisfied my curiosity about his cock I wasn't
excited about tasting his cum again, but George would
approach me after his run and rub my leg, and lift his hind leg
to show me his cock sticking out. I eventually started jacking
him off to satisfy him.
During the time Uncle Sam was on vacation I continued
carrying for George. I continued removing all of my clothes to
bathe George to keep them from getting wet. One day I bent
over to pick up the shampoo bottle and George mounted me.
He stabbed t my asshole several times before his cock found
the mark. It hurt going in, but I couldn't believe how quickly
he actually fucked me. He squirted his hot cum into my ass.
When he pulled out there was that moment when his knot
stretched my asshole as it pulled out of my ass. I feared that
he was going to pull my guts out of my ass. His cum dribbled
out on my asshole. George walked to a shady spot in the
back yard and laid down to lick his cock.
Every day after that George was excited to see me.
After feeding him our day of exercising him, picking up after
him and then I would masturbate him. I even submitted to
allowing him to mount me. George was truly the alpha in our
relationship. When he would mount me, he would grip my
ribs with his front paws and his dew claws would dig into my
flesh while he was hammering my ass.
By the time Uncle Sam came home from his vacation I
was fully engaged in sex with George. I was sucking his cock
and allowing George to mount me daily.
I was happy to continue looking after George. It was
still summer and I was washing George in the back yard one
day. I had put on a bathing suit for my uncle's benefit, and to
discourage George from trying to mount me. While I was
washing George the phone rand. My uncle left us in the back
yard to answer the telephone.
In my uncle's absence, I couldn't resist satisfying George
quickly by giving him blowjob. I was so engrossed in sucking
George's cock that I didn't notice my uncle returning to the
back yard until I heard the sound of his footsteps on the patio
tile. I panicked as I looked in the direction of the approaching
sound of my approaching uncle.
Uncle Sam didn't reproach me at all. He seemed to
enjoy watching what I was doing. He encouraged me to
continue. He assured me that George would love to cum in
my mouth. When I finished sucking George off, Uncle Sam
sat me down and had a talk with me.
When I admitted that I did enjoy sucking George's cock,
he opened the front of his pants and pulled out an impressive
un-cut cock. His cock had to be at least seven and a half
inches long. He had coarse straight black hair above his cock
and his balls were hairless. He had a lot of foreskin dangling
at the end of his cock. It reminded me of a big dark brown
earthworm. He pulled back the foreskin to expose the round
wet knob of his cock. I saw the beads of headcheese around
the base of the knob. He asked me if I wanted to suck his
cock.
I agreed and knelt between his legs as he sat on a lawn
chair, and I cupped his hairless balls in my hand as I did my
best to swallow as much of his cock as I could. When I used
my tongue to scoop up the headcheese I found that it tasted
bitter, but I enjoyed the taste of his cock.
While I was sucking my uncle's cock, George started
sniffing the ass of my swim trunks. Uncle Sam asked has
George been fucking you?
I had to mumble "ah hum" in agreement. Sam leaned
over to pull my trunks down. When he sat up George
mounted me and stabbed my ass with his cock. George came
in my ass and withdrew from me to go lie down and lick his
cock. Uncle Sam eventually squirted cum into my mouth. I
swallowed most of it. The remainder of Sam's cum was
squirted in my face, so Sam licked from my face.
Uncle Sam and I became the best of friends. After
school started our gettogethers were limited to weekends.
George welcomed me with wagging tail on weekends.
One weekend Uncle Sam loaded George and me into
his van and drove us east to Highway 215 in Riverside south
of March Air Force Base and took a road east to an isolated
ranch with a sign identify it as a breeding farm. There was a
couple of large barns near a residence. There were at least
fifteen other vehicles parked in front of the place. As soon as
he parked the van he had me attached a leash to George and
we approached the residence and office.
We were greeted by a gentleman and were directed to
join the other guests in the first barn. As we approached the
barn I was impressed with the way the barn was designed to
shield the ruff from direct sun light. The building was cooled
by solar powered air-conditioners. We joined a pretty large
group of men including boys no older than me as the owner
of the farm was showing off the kennels. He was pointing out
all of the breeds of dogs and assuring the guests that all of
the dogs were registered with the American Kennel
Association, and many of them are show winners. He added
that the other barn houses the bitches just to keep the stress
level down.
Just the same I kept King George away from the
kennels lining both sides of the barn because I didn't want to
excite the dogs, after all they were all alpha males. The
owner of the kennel recognized my Uncle Samuel and King
George, and asked, "Welcome to today's party Sam! Well we
be seeing King George perform today?"
Samuel smiled, "Yes, my nephew Johnny will be putting
King George threw his passes today! Will."
Will's face lit up, "Excellent! Gentlemen we will have
the privilege of witnessing a true show winner perform this
afternoon! Sam's Great Dane "King George" is not only an
Aka show winner, he is one of the best breeder's I ever sold.
After the tour, we were escorted to a show ring. The
guests filed into the bleachers, and Will led us to the dressing
room. Will and Uncle Sam helped undress me in preparation
of me bringing King George out to the show ring.
Will went out into the show ring and announced what
they were about to witness. Then he called for me to bring
King George out. The show ring was carpeted with green
artificial turf and there was a platform for showing off the
dogs, but for today it would have another use.
I brought George out on the leash and we trotted
around the ring, to the delight of the men sitting in the
bleachers. After circling the ring couple of times, I brought
George to platform, but rather than having George mount the
platform I was the one that mounted the platform, and got
on my hands and knees. That as when George mounted the
platform and the first thing he did was stick his nose into my
asshole and licked my ass. Then to the cheers of the
spectators, George mounted me and stuck his cock into my
ass while clinging to my ribs with his dew claws. He was
drawling on the back of my neck while he was hammering his
cock into my ass.
The spectators cheered when he squirted his cumin my
ass and they saw his knot stretch my asshole as he struggled
to pull out. I was still on my knees, and my asshole was
gapping open with a red inflamed ring. His watery cum was
dripping from my asshole. The show was not over though.
Uncle Samuel came out and was also totally naked, and
he mounted the platform and startled my hips and stick that
marvelous cock into my inflamed asshole. He fucked me.
When Sam started to cum he pulled out and squirted cum all
over my ass and back, to the cheers of our fans.
After the show, a variety of breeds of the males were
auctioned off. The only stipulations were that every buyer
have to submit to dropping their pants and letting their new
dogs fuck them.
Uncle Samuel and I met a lot of interesting breeders
that day.
If you enjoyed the story and have a story you want me to
write about your introduction to the world of male sexuality,
please send your outline to pomowolf74@yahoo.com
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bestiality/party-animal.txt
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Date: Thu, 17 Oct 2002 17:41:27 +0100
From: Marky Rickitt <markyrickitt@hotmail.com>
Subject: Party Animal
Here is a copy of an email I had sent me about a party a guy went to. I
havnt changed a thing, but have removed his name etc at his request. I
am trying to get more details, and will post them ASAP. in the mean
time, ENJOY!
markyrickitt@hotmail.com
Party Animal
Hello Marky,
The party I mentioned was in N Beach. The house itself was up on a ridge
on a hill overlooking the ocean; made a nice view of the bay. The house
was owned by a self-proclaimed hair stylist and his partner who always
bragged that he only worked one day a week, 48 hours straight. The house
was quite large. The living room was like an enormous empty cavern, with
only a small table in front of a large couch. There were a few chairs
scattered around the couch, but it all seemed quite naked. This little
furniture collection formed an intimate audience style arranged before a
large projection screen tv that played a normal porno tape, just your
regular suck & fuck film.
The white carpet was covered with a layer of blankets. Small,
"personal" sized cans of Crisco scattered at strategic points of
convenience, making certain that a fist was within reach of a good lube
job.
The group was composed of paired strangers brought together by the hair
stylist and made a rather motley and eclectic gathering. Two guys in
leather, another set blondes, a pair of blacks, two collegiate types and
several skin heads, all in all, a rather nasty looking group.
I noticed the blonde was laying back, pants open, slowly jacking while he
watched the film, seemingly oblivious to the group milling about with
drinks. It seemed quite natural for a guy to jack off in the room while
he enjoyed the fuck film. His pace quickened, and his balls tightened
up. He got to the cusp of shooting his load and his strokes intensified,
I dropped to my knees, took his cock in my mouth and swallowed the boy's
load. We exchanged gratitude and quick smiles; he didn't make a mess
and I like nothing better than to have a guy jack off in my mouth.
A light flickered, the video screen volume came up and a narrator asked
us to take seats. A film began, obviously done inside a very large
barn. Two guys stepped into frame, both quite goodlooking and probably
early 20's. The brunette with the long hair, had his pants already
opened -- he looked like he knew what he was expecting. His buddy
stepped off frame and we heard a voice say, "Ok Tom, now strip naked
boy." And with that he stripped off his blue jeans, shirt and shorts.
He displayed a beautiful body about 20, stood smiling and proud with half
a hardon.
In the background we could hear a horse whiney. Behind Tom was a wooden
"horse" type of table similar to what a carpenter uses but reconfigured
for a better use. It allowed space for a guy to lay on with his cock and
balls hanging through a hole in the top, and restraints at each of the
four legs. There were very large rubber cups that obviously would hold a
horse hoof each.
Tom's partner returned and helped Tom onto the wooden horse, tucking his
cock and balls into the hole, ass up, ankles and wrists bonded to each
appropriate leg. The voice behind the camera gave instructions on
occasion to keep things moving. As the last step, Peter (the partner)
took a rag and rubbed it on Tom's naked ass and hips and cast it to the
side. Finally Tom was strapped securely to the wooden horse, and turned
his head to watch what was approaching.
Peter (the handler) then brought an incredibly beautiful black stallion.
His body gleamed with sweat, his nostrils snorted with passion. The
stallion pranced a bit. The stallion had been well primed with the same
rag that had been rubbed on a mare in heat. The stallion's cock hung
long under his flanks.
Peter brought the horse to Tom -- coaxed the horse into the well-used
rubber cups. The stallion had been here before. Tom pushed his ass back
-- wanting the horse cock desperately. His ass flared opened, red and
wet -- this boy had been primed. He needed preparation to take this
cock.
The huge horse cock rose to a long hard 20 inches. Peter grasped the
base of the cock to control the horse and guided the horse cock to Tom's
open flared-red butt hole. The stallion lunged at the upturned ass,
trying to impale the boy with his huge cock. Peter finally got the head
of the dick at the boy's hole and the huge cock slide about 12 inches
into the boy -- Tom convulsed and was impaled with the huge horse cock.
If it hadn't been for Peter holding the horse cock by the base, the
stallion would have shoved the entire 20 inches of cock up his ass.
The blonde that I had seen earlier, had been watching the black guy open
his pants, take out a huge 9-1/2 cock and lay back slowly stroking while he
watch the boy get horse fucked. The blonde crawled over on his hands and
knees, looked up for approval, got a nod and took the huge cock down his
throat. After a few moments, the guy said, "That's enough sucking, now
lick my boots the same way boy."
And with that the blonde crawled onto the floor, and began licking his
shoes with the same passion he licked the man's black cock. His
beautiful bubble butt turned up in the air. I want to see that butt
naked later I thought.
Turning back to the film, I watched the horse ram fucking the willing
ass, the horse snorted violently, cum shot out of his ass. As the horse
became to calm down, the camera moved in to focus on the horse cock still
inside the boy -- we could see part of a face with dark hair like Peter
-- sucking the horse cum out of Tom's ass. The video went dark.
A side door opened and a man stepped into the room. He stepped onto a
small plastic stage and started to address the group. My attention was
drawn to the side as a whiff of fresh manshit waffed under my nose. The
two collegiate boys were in a far corner. The crew cut guy totally naked
squatted over his partner that laid under him completely clothed. I
could clearly see a long thin rope of brown turd hanging from his asshole
into the boy's mouth. The boy laid on his back quite calm with his
hands folded on his flat tummy. The crew cut said in a gruff low voice,
"Don't move an inch, just eat my shit boy." The turd slowly
disappeared down his mouth as he chewed obediently. He never moved,
didn't open his pants or make a sound -- just obeyed. He ate his
Master's shit.
I returned my attention to the man on the small lite stage. He said we
could take a short break and return to the amusement for the main
attraction.
About 15 minutes later he called us back from our refreshment and
miscellaneous blow jobs. The real personalities had come out. Several
more guys were sporting large slave collars, most had brown stains on
their tongues or fresh piss. During the 15 minute break I watched a guy
get punch fisted -- made for interesting cocktail time.
Our guest was dressed in stained levies, and smelled of strong horse
shit. His voice sounded similar to the voice behind the camera. He said
he wanted us to enjoy ourselves and could take part if we wished.
And with that the door opened again. A young boy about 14 or 15, dressed
in a black silk Japanese-type komona was brought from the side door,
proper small slave collar around his white neck, with a dangling dog
chain to the side, held by his Master. His pure white innocent face
shined above the black silk.
This is Tim, the announcer said. The boy is a willing participant in the
games of the evening. He gestured towards Tim, and the Master stepped
behind him and in one pull, ripped off the silk komona, exposing a naked,
lean, well developed young virgin to be ravished at will. His only
clothing was his dog collar.
He was slowly walked around so that we could all get a close touch and
feel. Not to get too raudy we were warned. You'll have him later.
They returned to the small lite stage and the boy obediently dropped
naked to his hands and knees. The boy's dog chain hung from his neck
and clicked on the floor when he turned his head around to watch the dog,
his Master, enter the room proudly. The lights from under the stage
light his under belly perfectly.
A large german Sheppard was brought in from the side door without a
leash. The Master brought the dog to the boy's upturned ass -- he
sniffed. MMM -- this doggie had been there before! A long pink cock
poked out of the dog sheath, the dog tongued the boy's upturned ass.
Immediately the dog mounted the boy, and started stabbing at the
beautiful white boy ass, trying to find his pink hole. The dog handler
helped guide the now extended hard dog-cock into the boy's body. The
boy pushed back when the dog cock touched his open willing hole. The
animal thrust into his bitch in one shove, taking took over his bitch,
fucking wildly like the animal he is.
My attention was drawn to the black guy on the couch. He was naked when
I turned looked and heard him order the blonde to strip. The boy stood
up as ordered and waited for his instructions. He took his arm, walked
around the couch and then shoved him back into the sofa, lifted his legs
exposing another pink asshole spread wide, waiting to be taken. The
black guy held his 9-1/2 hard cock in hand, with a little lube and impaled
the boy in one stroke down to his pubes. The boy gasped and smile,
spreading his legs more while the black guy fucked him with the same
passion the dog fucked the boy on stage. An unforgettable image of
watching that huge black cock slide into that white round ass.
I looked back to the stage and could see from the well lit position the
dog knot had begun to grow -- and the dog fucked with wild animal
abandon, harder and harder. Finally we heard the boy groan -- and saw
the knot disappear into his beautiful tight ass. The Master was locked
to his bitch.
Again the door opened and a second man brought out a black lab --
prancing proudly. The lab was brought to the front of the boy. Without
hesitation, the dog jump on his shoulders, poking his already hard cock
towards the boy's open mouth. I could easily see the angelic innocent
pure white face eagerly open his mouth and take the dog cock and suck
greedily. He loved blowing the dog cock.
We watched in passion and rapture as the boy sucked off the black lab
while his tender ass was getting well fucked with a huge Sheppard cock.
Finally the Sheppard stopped pumping, wanting to be free, but was locked
to the boy's ass. The dog turned and tried to drag the helpless boy
back -- he could only move with his Master. Cum dripped out of his the
corner of mouth and asshole.
The collegiate boy stood next to me still fully dressed, he wore a touch
of brown stain around his lips like a badge of honor. He literally
drooled watching the boy get fucked. I finally asked, "Hot isn't
it?" To which he responded, "I sure would like to clean that up." I
looked at his master with a questioned face and he nodded to the boy. At
that moment the boy dashed across the room, slide under the boy-dog fuck
combo and drank the dog cum and boy juices dripping out of his open ass
with great relish.
A huge bear of a man approached me, looked me in the eyes - I thought he
was going to tear me apart or rape me. Instead, he dropped to his knees,
slowly and very gently opened my pants, took out my hard cock and began
to blow me. There was a hot guy on each side occupying my hands and
fingers while I alternately stroked cock and finger butt hole.
The rest of the evening turned into a blur of a long shadowed orgy. Even
for breakfast I fucked a guy on the table.
markyrickitt@hotmail.com
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bestiality/a-boys-best-friend.txt
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Date: Mon, 21 Nov 2016 01:44:46 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Boy's Best friend
I first posted this is a story 10 years ago. It's about a boy and his
dog. There is absolutely not one shred of truth to it, it's all from
imagination. Well, most of it is from my imagination. I don't know if I
will ever add to it as it was never intended to be more than what it
is. However, things change and sometimes I just can't help thinking, "what
if..." and then writing about it. If you're under 18 the usual warnings
apply. For those of you that choose to read on, well, I hope it meets with
your approval.
Hugs
Tag_m
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I'm not exactly sure how or when I first got the idea of being sexual with
my dog. Certainly I'd been exposed to dogs in a variety of sexual or sexual
type of situations: seeing dogs fuck or being tied together, seeing dogs
with their hard pink cocks sticking out of their furry sheaths, or even
having a dog stick his nose my crotch, like my Husky Sacha did from time to
time. Like any boy who owns a dog, I'd seen Sacha cleaning his doggy cock
plenty of times, paying almost loving attention to his fully exposed dick
with his long wet tongue. I don't know when I first posed the question to
myself about whether or not it felt as good to Sacha as it might have to
me.
I had just turned thirteen, had gotten my first hairs about three or four
months before and had my first, real life, white goo sperming after hearing
about beating off about a month or so after that. Like any thirteen year
old boy in the beginnings of puberty, my circumcised five inch cock was
hard all the damned time and of course I jacked off all the damned time
too.
I seemed willing to take risks sometimes as well, not knowing that a great
many boys did the same thing; jacking off at school or in a public restroom
for instance. I'd even done it in the bushes at the park, my little heart
beating like mad as I pumped the end of my cock, the only part I would
allow out of the fly of my jeans, while I kept a furtive lookout for any
intruders or peepers. I had done it in the water at the beach too but damn
it took a long time and my arm got sore trying to make myself cum.
I had discovered the sensitivity of my butt hole and the underside of my,
by then, hanging balls with the detachable shower head in my bathroom. My
dad had installed it that day and it wouldn't do but that I had to test it
out. It only took a few seconds of spraying my cock before I was raging
hard and I almost died when I directed the spray underneath my cock head.
To get to my asshole I hiked a foot up onto the edge of the bathtub then
turned around and bent forward a little bit. The feelings were incredible
and caused me to want to jack off right then and there, which I did. It
would take a few weeks of trial and error before I'd be able to jack off
while the spray was working my butt hole and when I finally did I'd figured
that it was just about the best sperming I'd had yet.
For some reason I wouldn't let Sacha watch me jack off. If he was in my
room or with me in the garage for instance, I'd put him out. I don't have
an explanation for that but had I not put him out I would have discovered
the pleasure that we could bring each other a whole lot sooner than I did.
Of course he'd seen me naked before and of course he'd stuck his cold nose
in my crotch but that was as far as it went. I did like the feeling of his
soft fur on my naked or almost naked body however.
I loved cuddling up to Sacha after a shower or when lying in the cool shade
under the huge tree in our back yard on a cooling summer night. I always
had clothes on; Jocky briefs at the very least, but often was bare-chested
and bared legged. Sacha always allowed me that show of affection, lying
still as I snuggled into him and trying to get as much of my body in
contact with his as possible. It wasn't sexual in any way and I never
popped a boner when I did it. Thinking about it I guess it all must have
been that first time, one night after the ritual of my evening shower, that
I snuggled naked with Sacha on my bedroom floor that sort of got it all
started.
First of all I hadn't jacked off that day for some reason and while I
didn't seem to be horny I guess that my body was and just hadn't told me
about it. Secondly, my best friend Scooter had told me about being at his
cousin's farm and seeing their horse with a hard on and how big the fucking
thing was.
"Shit Daylen his cock was as long as my arm. My cousin said that when they
breed him they have to help him out by pulling her tail out of the way and
sometimes have even guided his cock in the female horse's cunt. Can you
imagine that?" Scooter was mighty impressed with almost anything sexual and
how it was that he and I hadn't done things together I'll never know.
So there I was, lying naked on my bedroom floor and snuggled up to my furry
ninety pound Siberian. I became aware of his hairs poking me right in my
piss slit and because it didn't feel real good I moved my dick so that it
was up against my body rather than sticking out. I wrapped myself back
around my dog and nuzzled my face in fur, pushing my whole torso in close
and before I knew it I was young boy hard.
The feeling of Sacha's hair on my most sensitive parts was quite
stimulating and I found myself pressing my cock into his back and slowly
humping against him. I wrapped an arm around his belly to hold him against
me for leverage and somehow my hand found its way to his cock. Without
really thinking I grasped onto the furry sheath and squeezed it a couple of
times then moved down a little bit and felt on his balls. Sacha didn't try
to move really except for his leg, which he seemed to have done to allow me
better access to his boy stuff.
My hand moved back up to his sheath and again, I gripped it and slowly
stroked it a couple of times, feeling an almost immediate reaction, a
thickening of his cock. My own cock seemed to get harder knowing that my
dog was too and I pushed harder into his back, humping against him. For
his part, Sacha wasn't about to lie still. He needed to be on all four feet
so that he could follow through with the direction that Mother Nature
needed him to go, that being to fuck, to hump, and he damn well couldn't do
it lying on his side.
I let go of him and he scrambled to his feet while I rolled onto my back
and slowly stroked my own rigid cock. Of course that didn't escape Sacha's
attention at all and it wouldn't do but that he had to stick his nose in
there and investigate. I moved my hand to see what he'd do and about died
off when he started licking at the precum leaking out of my slit. Shit the
feelings were incredible and I couldn't help but hold my cock upright,
allowing my dog to wash my hard boy cock like an ice cream cone.
I was too hot for words and when he moved lower and started licking my
balls I couldn't contain myself any longer and stroked my cock, getting
about five slides in before I shot, three drops of white stuff blasting up
onto my lower chest and giving me a new record for distance I thought. I
relaxed onto my carpeted floor, every nerve ending in my young 13 year old
body tingling like crazy.
Sacha sniffed out my sperm and cleaned it off my body then went for the
head of my dick where liquid was still seeping out slowly. I pushed his
head away while I rolled in the opposite direction, my dickhead being way
too sensitive for my dog's attention. For his part Sacha plopped down and
started licking at the very tip of his cock which was barely sticking out
of the sheath.
It got me a little curious, wondering if my dog had gotten a little sexy
feeling from licking on my dick like that so I called him to me and like a
good boy, he came right over, tail a wagging. I got to my knees and hugged
him, turning him sideways, then reached underneath and started stroking his
furry sheath. He actually turned his head and licked the side of my face
but otherwise stood still. I could feel his cock getting hard and of course
that just me all the harder too, my cock having stayed that way even after
cumming.
I peeked down underneath him and it didn't take long before his cock was
coming out and he was starting to hump his back hips a little bit. That
made me work even harder and in moments all of his cock was sticking out
and he was humping even faster and I felt a huge knot at the base of his
cock. All of a sudden he started squirting out dog sperm, clear watery
kinds of squirts and not like mine at all, and the knot became exposed too.
It was all way too hot for a horny assed thirteen year old boy and as soon
as he stopped humping I rolled onto my back and jacked off again while I
watched Sacha wash his big thick cock. As I squirted out, my hips raised
off the carpet, I wondered what it would be like to suck on my dog's cock
and then I wondered what his cum would taste like.
Yeah, as I think back on it now, as a 17 year old boy, that's where it all
started. It caused me to smile which prompted the question from the kid I
was sitting with about what I was smiling about.
Over the next few weeks or so I jacked my dog off on a regular basis. I'd
hold him and hug him and rub his belly before I stared and as he grew used
to the process I wondered if he looked forward to it as much as I did. I
generally did it at night after my shower when I knew that privacy for me
was at its peak.
The first few times the anticipation was so intense that I jacked off in
the shower first in an effort to make the pain of my stone hard young cock
go away. It also helped quell the multitude of butterflies that were so
strong in my belly that I almost felt sick to my stomach. Even then I would
go back into my room, my hard cock leading the way. Sacha came to recognize
my boner as a prelude to his own doggie sperming and eventually seeing mine
would cause his own cock to start getting hard. Of course see that that
only seemed to make my cock get all the harder.
So, I'd jack him off, looking down underneath and watching as he humped and
then squirted jets of watery dog sperm on the carpet. After he was done I'd
lay back and slowly and lovingly stroke my own cock while I watched Sacha
clean himself and if I'd already spermed out in the shower I could make my
jacking off last longer. Either way though, when I came, it was intense and
when it was over I'd just lay on the rug panting and of course Sacha would
come over and clean my cum up and I'd have to protect my sensitive cock
head from his lapping tongue.
It was while lying on the floor one post sperming night that it hit me. I
was watching my boy clean his big thick red cock when I realized that I
loved Sacha's cock as much as I loved my own. I loved how it looked, so
strong and hard and ready to go. It was so red and meaty looking and
somehow I knew that my dog and I were going to become full fledged lovers.
The first time that I tasted Sacha's cock had been when I was jacking him
and I stopped before he got to the sperming stage. I managed to get him to
lie down and I maneuvered him to his side a little bit. I took hold of his
sheath and pulled a little bit to get his pink missile away from his belly
hairs and stuck my head down there and took a swipe. It felt weird on my
tongue, like a packaged meat or something. I put my mouth over the pointed
tip and sucked about a third of it into my mouth. Sacha wasn't having it
though. I guessed that if he was gonna have any sucking or licking on his
cock then he'd be the one to do it. So, he struggled against me enough
that I just let him get back up, although he had to investigate his cock
first, licking it as though cleaning the taste of human off of it.
I thought maybe we'd have better luck in the dog sucking arena if maybe I
got underneath him and sucked him while I jacked him off. I got him back to
his feet and did just that, crawled underneath him. I stroked his cock a
little bit to keep him in the mood then inched under him until I was
looking at his doggie dick; pink, wet looking and inviting. I jacked on him
slowly, getting more of his cock out in the open, then leaned in and took
the thing in my mouth.
I sucked on him, letting my tongue explore the thickening warm wet dog
flesh, and started stroking him faster. I felt his cock grow bigger in my
mouth and the lump inside his sheath at the base of his cock get bigger,
swelling under my fingers. Sacha started humping, fucking my mouth, which
made all that much hotter so I jacked him off a little faster. In a flash
he was ramming six inches of thickened dog cock into my mouth and as the
knot at the base of his cock swelled to the size of a hardball, it came
completely out of the sheath. How I managed to get all of his cock into my
mouth, I don't know. Maybe because I was so fucking hot, so into sucking
his cock that I let my throat relax and took him in. No matter. I felt his
sperm hit the back of my throat and the big knot bounce against my chin as
my dog humped like crazy, fucking my mouth like a bitch dog's cunt. I felt
the tickling of my own sperming start and before I could do anything about
it, my cock blasted my cum out onto my carpet.
My body was shivering from the excitement and the sensitivity as my whole
body seemed to go into overdrive. I let go of Sacha and jacked the fuck out
of my own cock and seemed to get the feelings of cumming again. Sacha
continued to fuck into my mouth although his motion was slowing. I didn't
know if that was cuz he was done with his doggie cum or because I wasn't
helping him out. I didn't know if his system was like mine, that jacking
helped keep things hot and running.
As both of our cums slowed down I started to gag and pulled my mouth off
Sacha's cock, noticing right away how thick the thing had gotten. I saw too
how big the knot at the base of his cock was and made a decision right then
and there that there was no way that thing was going to get inside my
ass. Sacha stepped away from me and I laid there on my carpet, still
stroking my cock, my other hand having reached down and was gently tugging
on my soft smooth balls.
"My dog fucking me," I thought. "I wonder that that would be like?" It
happened without any forethought or consideration. I had made the leap, the
decision, of going the entire way with my dog, of having him driving his
hot hard cock into my butt. It was only a matter of time.
I wondered then what it was going to feel like. I'd put some things in my
hole before and loved how it felt but then I was doing all the work. I
wondered what it was going to be like just being there, being the girl,
being the bitch dog and letting Sacha have his way with me, having my dog
just fuck the living shit out of my tight little virgin asshole.
I improved on the dog sucking routine by leaning with my back against my
bed and getting Sacha to put his front paws on the mattress and it didn't
take long to do it. Sacha was well trained to begin with and so was a
compliant and fast learner although it still took a couple of times, mostly
because of me, not my dog.
The first time I wanted to try it though, I got him in the mood by being
totally naked and letting him lick all over my cock and balls and I did it
before I took a shower so there were odors there for him to explore. Since
he was so interested in licking down to the top of my butt crack I pulled
my legs back and exposed my butthole to him. I almost died as his tongue
massaged my tight little hole for the first time and I made him stop so I
could get on my hands and knees with my butt in the air to allow him full
access to me. Sacha cleaned off the entire area, doing the inside of my
cheeks as well. When he went down onto the underside of my hanging balls; I
thought I was going to faint from the feelings.
I couldn't stand it any longer; I needed to cum so bad. I grasped onto my
rock hard cock and started jacking off. Sacha went back up and started
licking my hole again and I heard myself moan as I spermed out, my cum
shooting out onto the carpet as my hole got the full on doggy tongue
treatment. Again, my whole body seemed to just vibrate from the experience.
It would be another couple of days before I managed to get Sacha's front
paws up onto my bed so he could actually fuck my mouth. I would be way too
busy exploring and experiencing his licking my asshole. I suppose I could
have done both but there were a couple of problems with that. One was that
I usually played with Sacha later at night before I was going to bed and
the feelings were so new and hot I couldn't hold off from sperming out, I
had to cum while he licked me. The other thing was that after I cummed
while he was licking me, my body was so overwhelmed with feelings it was
all I could do to climb into bed and so to sleep.
After the newness of getting my butt hole licked wore off a little bit I
was able to stop him and not cum. Since he wasn't yet used to having his
own cum after licking me, Sacha didn't get a boner while he was doing it so
even though I was in a fog of hotness over it, my dog wasn't. What I did
was start to slowly stroke his furry sheath, getting him in the mood cuz he
knew that once I started jacking him off he was going to get to cum. Once
there was a couple of pink inches sticking out I leaned back against my bed
and tried to get him to stand over me and then to get in close enough to
put his paws on the bed.
The first few times just plain didn't work so what I did was to get Sacha
hot by jacking on him, then get him to get his paws up on it with me still
beside him, not underneath him. He didn't seem real happy about being in
such an unnatural position but I kneeled so that I could drape one arm over
his back and sort of hold him in place while my other hand stroked him. As
much as I wanted to climb down under him and suck his hot hard cock I kept
him in place till he squirted out. After he cummed and cleaned his cock off
I let him lick and slurp all over my cock, balls and hole while I jacked
off.
Finally, after a few days, I did what I'd planned. I started out with a
slow strip, rubbing at the front of my jean, then my underwear, pressing
the cotton against my steel hard young dick and playing with my
balls. Sacha seemed like he was getting into, knowing what was going to
happen. I pulled my balls out of the leg hole of my briefs and got close to
my dog who took a sniff then started licking the smooth hairless bag. I was
getting hot as a fresh fucked fox in a forest fire. I slowly stroked my
cock through my briefs, wrapping my fingers around the cloth covered shaft
and ultimately getting the front soaked from precum that seemed to pour
come of the piss slit like a slow running faucet.
I finally pulled away from Sacha, put my nuts back, then slowly pulled my
underwear down and then off. Sacha was right there so I let him lick on me,
his tongue lapping up and down my cock and cleaning off my swollen cock
head. I turned and went over the bed and laid face down on it, my knees
hanging just above the floor, and reached behind me and pulled my butt
cheeks wide open. Sacha didn't waste a second but dove in, licking and
slurping all over my hole and cleaning it thoroughly. When he licked down
onto the underside of my balls my entire body shivered from the intensity
of the feelings that were shooting through like stars in a summer night
sky. Fuck, that is so sensitive.
I knew that I was gonna squirt any second and ruin my plan so I moved,
taking Sacha's desert away from him. I knelt along side of him and saw that
his cock was about half way out of its sheath. The dog was no fool. I
reached under and began slowly stroking him, squeezing the meat under the
fur gently as I moved my hand.
It only took a second or 5 to be my big boy in the mood. I leaned against
my bed, got Sacha to straddle me, his face close to mine, then I got his
front paws up on the bed. His thick pink cock was almost right in front of
my face and my own cock throbbed at the thought of what was going to
happen.
I leaned my head forward and using one hand on the sheath to hold and guide
it, I put my mouth over his cock. I felt slightly faint at the feel of his
meat in my mouth, the warmth of it and the wet texture. I put my other hand
down and cupped his furry balls and began stroking him. I felt his cock
thicken in my mouth as he got harder and in a moment Sacha started humping.
I moaned out as realized my dog was finally fucking my mouth, driving his
doggie boner in an out of a wet hole. I stroked him a little bit faster. I
felt the knot growing at the base of Sacha's cock, felt his cock filling my
mouth and hitting the back of my throat. My sweet furry boyfriend was doing
what Mother Nature intended for him to do; to bury his dog cock in a tight
warm dog cunt. This time he had to settle for a boy's mouth and it didn't
appear that he cared one way or the other.
Sacha picked up speed, the knot came all the way out of the sheath and I
could feel it hit my chin. I couldn't believe that I'd taken the entire
length of Sacha's cock into my mouth and then he came. He fucked into me
even faster as his thin, watery dog sperm shot into my mouth and I heard
myself groan at the pleasure. God it was so fucking hot and I felt somewhat
faint from the feelings.
I continued to stroke as Sacha slowed down and finally stopped fucking my
face. I knew that he would want to move just about as badly as I didn't
want him to. I let go of him, took my mouth from his cock and he carefully
moved off the bed. He plopped his butt down and immediately went to
cleaning himself. I stayed where I was, slowly stroking my raging hard cock
and tugging on my balls. I stared dreamily at his big red cock, loving my
dog more than ever, loving have suck a delicious cock in my mouth. I was
more than ready to cum but I wanted to wait until he was finished so that
Sacha could help me out by maybe licking my asshole while I jacked off or
something.
When he was finished he came right over to me but didn't go for my
cock. Instead he licked my face, sort of kissing me and I guess thanking me
for his wonderful cumming. He licked at my lips and without thinking I
opened my mouth wide and he shoved his tongue inside, licking and cleaning
his dog sperm from the inside of my mouth. I can't explain the feeling.
I can hardly describe how intense that felt, how fucking good it felt
having my dog ramming his tongue into my mouth like that. I relaxed my head
back onto the side of the bed, reached up and put an arm around his neck
and sort of held him there and began pushing my own tongue back against
his. Getting tongued in the mouth by a dog is fucking amazing. His big
tongue was everywhere inside my mouth and I could hear myself moaning
loudly from the feelings.
My cock seemed to throb and my heart beat even faster. I wouldn't find out
until I was much older but the word for what we were doing was like French
kissing and it was hot as all fucking hell. I closed my eyes and let Sacha
do what he was doing while I stroked my raging hard cock. I sort of heard
myself moan out from the feelings and when I cummed I felt the drops hit my
chest and my belly. I kept on jacking and my cock kept on shooting and my
heart kept on hammering and Sacha kept on licking. It seemed as though
every time I tried something new with my dog I felt like that was the best
thing there was and I couldn't imagine anything feeling better than that.
Sacha seemed satisfied that he'd gotten all of his sperm from my mouth so
stopped licking there but his sensitive nose smelled my sperm on my chest
and he happily went about cleaning my cum up and of course I simply lay
there and let him do his job. He wanted to do my cock head too but it was
way too sensitive so I covered the head to protect it from his searching
tongue. He went for my balls instead and that I could stand so I spread my
legs a little more for him while I just laid there and recovered, the
nerves in my body jangling like Christmas bells even three or four minutes
after I was done sperming.
That experience had been so intense for me that I stayed with that exercise
for a while. Never had I ever considered fucking my dog, I certainly had
entertained the idea of his fucking me. I thought about Sacha mounting me
from behind like a female and ramming that thick pink missile into my tight
little ass and unloading his sperm in me. I hadn't really thought about it
a lot though as I was too busy having fun with all the other
stuff. Sometimes Sacha and I would both cum three times or more in a day,
sometimes playing in my living room or my back yard when no one was home.
There was one day that I was home from school, not feeling real good. Since
I was very good at school my parents figured that a day off wouldn't
hurt. I spent that entire day naked and most of that I was hard as a
rock. I started it by tossing my covers back and letting Sacha sniff at my
briefs which of course were fully tented.
I slipped my underwear down enough to let the end of my cock out, the
waistband keeping it pressed against my belly. Sacha went for the underside
of the head with a vengeance. I finally slipped my briefs all the way off
then swung my legs around and lay on the bed with my feet on the floor,
legs spread.
"Oh God Sacha lick my balls boy, lick my balls," I moaned. My big boy did
his typical great job tonguing my balls and moving the eggs around with his
big wide tongue. I needed more though, I needed my tender butt hole worked
on. I sat up then rolled backwards, grabbing my legs and holding them back
out of the way. My hole was right there for Sacha to gorge on and boy did
he.
"Oohh Jesus Sacha, good boy, good dog. Wash my hole Sacha, wash my boy
pussy good." Mind you I had no idea where that had come from. I had never
heard the word used in that context. Hell the interned hadn't been invented
so small town boys like me didn't have access to much porn at all unless
someone's college aged brother got it for him and believe me that was a
rarity. In fact I had been 14 years old before I saw my first stroke book.
Regardless, my dog worked at my smelling hole like it was a steak or
something. I wanted to try something different so moved away from him then
rolled onto my side at the edge of the bed and stuff my cock and balls back
between my thighs. I then reached back and pulled my top butt cheek open to
expose my hole again. Sacha didn't give a shit about what position I was
in, he just went back to licking whatever morsel he was able to
lick. Needless to say I was getting hotter than a firecracker
fart. Whatever that means.
I finally couldn't stand it anymore and got off the bed and saw right off
that my boy was already half way hard, a good 2 inches of red hot dog
sticking out of its furry sheath. I got down next to him and got underneath
him, got up on an elbow and started sucking his delicious cock. I loved
having his cock in my mouth which was probably what prompted me to
eventually start sucking other boys' cocks not long after that day. But
that's another story.
I kept on stroking my dog's boner and it wasn't long before he was humping
and fucking his cock into my hungry mouth. He finally shot his watery
doggie sperm and I swallowed every drop of the bitter tasting liquid. While
he cleaned his cock I jacked off and for whatever reason started playing
with my butthole while I did it. Why I hadn't done it before is one of
those mysteries.
Anyway I got the end of the finger wet with my precum then went back to it
and managed to get the fingertip inside the tight muscle. The feelings were
pretty incredible even though there wasn't much in there. A moment later my
sperm started shooting out all over hell. It was one of the kind of shots
that broke up into globs of goo that splattered my belly. When it was over
I let Sacha clean it up for me then hugged my boy and praised him then went
down to eat breakfast, still naked.
How Sacha came to fuck me the first time was more of an accident than any
planning on my part. After breakfast I watched a little bit of TV but
wasn't too interested. I hadn't taken my morning dump so went back upstairs
to do that, allowing Sacha in the bathroom with me while I did it. He stood
in front of me while I sat on the toilet and I gently stroked on his
sheath, getting him in the mood sort of. When I was done I wiped myself
then went to my room and laid on the floor with my legs spread wide
open. Sacha went for my balls first of course then moved down toward my
hole. I pulled my legs back, rolling more onto my upper back.
Sacha went to town, licking and slurping all over my tight little hole but
it was hard for me to stay like that so I lowered my legs and got onto my
knees with my upper body lying on my bed and reached behind me to open
myself up for him. The feelings were so incredible and with no one in the
house I was able to moan and groan as loud as I liked, and I did. I finally
stopped and turned around and leaned back against my bed.
"Up boy," I commanded and he did as I asked, straddling my waist with his
paws on the bed. His cock was about half way out so I stroked him and in
moments the entire length of pinkish red cock was sticking out, its tip
leaning liquid. I took him into my mouth and jacked him off, my free hand
working my own raging cock at the same time. Sacha started humping, driving
his dog cock into my mouth and I felt the knot come free from its furry
home.
I knew he was gonna cum soon and jacked both of us harder. I felt my own
sperming coming and at the same time I felt and tasted Sacha's dog cum in
my mouth. My little heart was beating like crazy and I was breathing
through my nose like a marathon runner. I moaned out as I came too, my own
globs shooting out onto who knows where. God I loved it so fucking much; it
was just so totally awesome being sexy with my dog.
When he was done I let him lick out my mouth after he was done cleaning
himself off and after that he washed the cum from my torso. I was still
mostly hard and feeling horny but I knew that Sacha needed to rest at least
twenty minutes before he'd be able to do it again. I went to the kitchen
and got an apple, ate it and tossed the core in the trash then drank some
water. I debated whether or not to take a shower and decided not too. Sacha
was more likely to lick on me if I had my natural smells on me and I was
looking forward to being licked again, especially my hole and my stuff. Man
when my dog licked the underside of my balls or my cock head I almost died
from the feelings.
Sacha mostly followed me wherever I went and so was wandering along with
me. I stopped for some reason, to look out the living room window or
something, and while I was doing that he started to lick on my cock head. I
still had most of a boner so there was a new batch of precum on it I
guess. I had the white gauze curtains opened just a crack, right where my
eyes were, so I was kinda hot for me, standing there looking out of our big
windows, seeing people outside doing that people do while I stood there
getting my hard young cock licked on by my dog. I giggled to myself
wondering what they would all say or do if the curtains were wide open and
they could see what was going on.
Sacha moved his licking down the underside of my cock head onto the shaft
then down to my smooth balls. I was stone hard by then and horny to cum
again and when I looked down I could see that Sacha was getting ready again
too, the pointed pink tip of his cock already sticking out of the sheath. I
got to my knees and hugged my dog to me, reaching underneath him and
feeling his furry balls then moving to stroke on his cock. My hand was held
so that I could feel his boner get bigger, moving across the underside of
my wrist.
"You like this don't you boy?" I whispered to him. "You like me to play
with your cock don't you? You want to lick on my cock and clean out my
asshole don't you Sacha?" I had found that talking sexing while I was
being sexy was sort of a turn on for me and of course the soothing voice
was good for Sacha too.
I leaned down under him and took the end of his cock into my mouth for the
3rd time that morning, and sucked it for about a half a minute then
stopped. I wanted my dog to do me and I knew that if Sacha had any choice
he would have wanted that too. I didn't figure that getting his cock sucked
was real high on my dog's list of feel good stuff, that is if it wasn't
even on the list. But hey what did I know. Well, I knew that I loved having
him lick on me so I moved and got on my hands and knees and lowered my
upper body so my head rested on my arms, my slender little butt sticking in
the air. I reached behind and pulled on one cheek, opening my hole up for
Sacha, who wasted no time in rimming me.
"Oh fuck Sacha, good boy, good dog Sacha, lick my hole boy, lick on my
asshole, fuck Sacha that feels good, lick on my balls and my asshole." My
little litany of talk kept on and Sacha really seemed to spur him on a
little bit. I wanted to play with my own hard cock and stuff but couldn't
in that position so crawled over to the sofa. I lay my head and shoulders
on the edge enough to support my weight so I could pull open a butt cheek
and jack on my cock too. Sacha was right with me and went back to work
licking my hole. He went for the under side of my hanging balls and I guess
the sound I made, which was sorta an "ummpf," sounded more like and "up" to
my dog.
In a flash Sacha was on top of me, his paws wrapped around my waist. I
could feel him moving then the feel of his cock stabbing at me, searching
for the entryway into my body. Without thinking I took my hand from my cock
and reached behind me to guide him and as soon as the tip of his cock
touched my hole he was in me like a flash. There was no need to hold my
cheek open so both hands went to the sofa to hold myself still.
When he went inside me it hurt at first but he started fucking me
immediately, humping fast. It started feeling good almost right away and I
began moaning at the incredible feelings that were roaring though my
body. My head alternated from being tossed back to lying on the sofa. Soft
almost growling sounds were coming from Sacha's throat as he fucked the
shit out of me, driving his hot hard dog cock into my tight boys butt
hole. And then I felt the knot. I felt it pushing at my flesh. I knew at
that point that I had all six plus inches of Sacha's cock deep inside of
me, stretching my little hole to the limit. I didn't think that I could
take having that huge knot shoved inside of me but before I could give it
anymore thought or do anything about it, the knot pushed though and tied my
dog to me.
The pain was searing, almost hot and I screamed out as it penetrated
me. Sacha kept right on going, humping his hips, and driving his cock to a
fro inside my ass. I wanted it to stop, I want Sacha to stop but there was
nothing I could do really. He weighed almost as much as I did and he held
me tightly. I wasn't going anywhere. I was his bitch dog and that was all
there was too it.
The pain continued but it dimmed as feelings of pleasure took over. My
boner had all but disappeared when the knot went inside of me but it had
begun to rise again. Sacha kept on going, fucking me for all he was
worth. I could feel the heat of his breath on my neck, the grunts that were
coming from his throat as he rabbit fucked me.
It seemed to last forever and I figured out later that Sacha must be sorta
like me, that if he was going to cum a second time and fairly soon after
the first one, then it took a lot longer. And this was the 3rd time in as
many hours. I have to say that the fact that it took longer was
instrumental in my continuing to have Sacha fuck me because if it had been
over quickly, like his first spermings were, then I wouldn't have gotten to
the good feelings and might never have let him fuck me again.
The knot in my ass made it feel as full as it ever had and the long thick
cock that was hammering away at my insides felt like it was almost inside
my stomach. And it started to feel good. My own cock reached full on
hardness as Sacha continue to fuck me, giving me everything his doggy body
could give. And then I felt myself cum. Fuck, I wasn't even touching myself
and all of a sudden I started sperming out on the carpet.
"Ooooohh god," I groaned as I pushed my body backwards to meet my dog's
rapid thrusting. "Ooohhh god Sacha, fuck me boy, fuck me Sacha." And fuck
me he did. I don't know whether my cumming helped make Sacha cum or not but
I my own cock started spewing sperm. I felt Sacha's cock swell and he
started fucking me even faster and I knew that he was cumming. I thought
that I felt the warmth of his sperm inside of me as my own orgasm seemed to
subside but I can't be sure.
I couldn't see it but I knew that my cock had slowed to an ooze, my sperm
dripping out underneath me. And then it was over; Sacha stopped moving. He
stayed there a moment then started moving, trying to get off of me. The
knot was pulling inside my ass and the pleasure turned painful again.
I don't know how he did it but Sacha managed to turn and get himself moved
around so that we were hooked ass to ass. Of course I'd seen dogs hooked
together before so I knew what it must have looked like. I knew what it
would have looked like to my parents if either one of them had walked
through the door right then and while I knew that it was almost impossible
for that to happen, I still prayed that it didn't.
We stayed like that for a good five minutes, Sacha pulling slightly from
time to time as though testing to see if he could get out. My butt was
hurting, now that the fun part was over, and reality was setting in. A
hardball had been shoved up my ass, or so it seemed. The thing finally must
have softened, just like my cock, enough because one second it was in me
and the next it wasn't, its passing not as painful as its entry but not
painless by any means at all.
Sacha went straight to cleaning himself while I simply rolled to the floor
with my knees still bent slightly. My asshole hurt like hell. I wanted to
feel down there and see of there was blood or anything but didn't want to
touch it. I got to my feet and went to my parents bathroom where my mom had
a hand mirror. I hiked a foot up onto the counter and angled the mirror to
see the injured area. I was almost shocked and began to worry
immediately. My asshole was huge, well if not huge then certainly not the
tight little puckered bud of muscle that I'd seen the last time I
looked. In its place was an open hole and while there was no blood or
anything it the skin was a little red and liquid was leaking out a little
bit. I deduced that the liquid was Sacha's sperm and the redness from the
beating the area had just taken.
"Oh God," I prayed, "let that hole close or else my shit is just gonna fall
out from now on." I put the mirror down and went to my room to lie on my
bed then decided that maybe a shower would help, or better yet a warm
bath. Sacha came and found me was I was running the water and tried to lick
at my asshole but I didn't want him within five miles of the thing. I
pushed him away with a strong "no" and like a good boy he obeyed and left,
going into my bedroom. I got the water about waist deep and climbed,
sitting down gingerly. It hurt at first then started to feel good so I
relaxed back and just enjoyed it.
I reflected on what had happened and, aside from the pain in my ass, had
really liked it a lot. It was so hot having my dog on my back, grunting and
sort of growling in my ear as he fucked me, hard and fast. Except for that
big knot going past my asshole muscle it was all good.
I stayed in the tub until the water got cold then slowly got out. Drying
was mostly okay but I really needed to do it slow and easy around my
butt. I went into my parent's bathroom again and used the mirror to check
out my hole and was excited to see that it had returned to normal. That was
a huge relief, believe me and help me to make the next decision.
I would do it again, let my dog fuck me. It wouldn't be for a while of
course, and I might need to thing about ways to stop the knot from going in
or making it easier, but fuck me he would. It was just too hot for me to
stop doing it.
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bestiality/bosnian-afternoon.txt
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Date: Mon, 25 Nov 2002 16:54:19 EST
From: Rteebee@aol.com
Subject: Bosnian Afternoon
I was in Bosnia taking a short break. It was mid summer the sun was shining
and there was a soft breeze rustling the leaves on the trees. I was strolling
along a country lane enjoying the warm sunshine and the peace and
tranquillity, how different it must have been only a few years ago. I turned
a bend in the road and saw two farm workers in the field, they were ploughing
with a magnificent huge horse, he was a beautiful creature and the sight made
me feel nostalgic for days gone by. So different from the hustle and bustle
of home.
As I got nearer I could see the men more clearly, they were handsome in a
way, with their swarthy complexion dark almost black hair, they were no more
than about 35 to 40 and had a firm athletic build. As I passed by they looked
across at me and I grinned broadly. They must have misunderstood, as they
just glared at me, I was taken back by this and hastily carried on my way.
Further down the road I came upon an inn and went inside to try some of the
local wine. I came out with my drink and sat under a tree to rest before
setting off again. After a couple of glasses of wine I was feeling a little
drowsy and lay down on the grass, before I knew it I had fallen asleep but
woke with a start. The sun was almost gone and I knew it would not be too
long before it got dark. Picking myself up I started back the way I had come.
When I reached the field where the men had been ploughing, the sun had gone
down completely, suddenly I was confronted by the two men I had seen earlier.
They said something I did not understand and grabbed me by the arms almost
dragging me down the farm track. I was now quite terrified not knowing what
they were going to do. They led me into a barn and shouted at me but again I
did not understand them, with that they started to remove my clothes, I was
now more scared than ever. They took me into another part of the barn and
forced me over a bench tying my ankles to the legs and bending me over the
top of the bench tying my hands together under it. I was now unable to move
except for my head.
Turning my head I saw them taking off their overalls, they were now naked
but for their boots. As I had expected their bodies were firm and muscled as
though they had been working out, their skin glistening with sweat. It was
then that I noticed their cocks, they were huge and had already started to
get hard. One of them picked up a tin with some sort of grease in it and
smeared it in and around my arse with first one finger then another and
another till he had four of them inside me. Because he had been gentle it had
not caused too much pain, in fact I had begun to enjoy it, he then removed
them and I felt the head of his now enormous cock touch my ring. The other
one had positioned himself in front of me and I could see his beautiful
circumcised cock now erect with a large mushroom head, at that moment the
first man pushed the head of his cock into my arse forcing it wider than it
had ever been before. With this I opened my mouth to cry out but the second
man shoved the head of his cock into it stifling my cry, as the first one
pushed all of his 9" into me with one almighty thrust the other one did the
same in my mouth.
They then took up a steady rhythm of entering and pulling out of me
simultaneously, I was now beginning to enjoy it and gradually the movements
picked up speed, they were thrusting in and out like pistons one said
something to the other at, which they both reached a shuddering climax, I was
then being filled up at both ends with their hot cum, I had to swallow as
fast as possible to not choke on the amount he was delivering to my throat.
They both pulled out and went to clean up and get dressed but left me tied to
the bench.
After a while they returned and untied me taking me into a stall, there was a
box like a vaulting horse but one end was cut away. They took the top off and
without much effort lifted me into it there was only a space for my legs, I
was now standing with my back to the open end and a flat surface in front of
me. They pushed me down and replaced the lid, I could not see much but
turning my head and looking over my shoulder I could see out of the end of
the box the only part of me that was exposed was my arse at the open end of
the box. I heard one of them going away and the other one was putting loads
of grease in my now stretched hole.
Shortly after I heard the sound of horses hooves, the two men were talking
and laughing together. I looked round and saw the huge plough horse from the
field, suddenly I felt the box jerk as the horse mounted it, I saw the
massive horse cock, which was now directed at my arse. They had somehow
managed to get it hard and it was jerking up towards it's stomach as it got
excited, they placed the flared end of it against my hole, the horse thrust
forward and I was almost split open as the end entered my arse, I screamed
out but they just laughed again, with another thrust the massive cock went
deep into me, fortunately there was not enough room for him to be able to get
all his length in me but it must have been at least 10 to 12 inches and 3 to
4 inches in diameter.
The pain had subsided and it began to feel good as he thrust in and out of
my aching arse, after what seemed like an age I felt his cock expanding
inside me, I heard the horse snorting and with one almighty thrust, I felt a
rush of hot cum gushing into my intestines, it felt as if I would explode
with the huge amount he had unloaded into me, the thickness of it would not
allow it to escape, by this time I was fully erect and at that moment I
climaxed myself, minutes later he pulled his spent member out of me, I
thought my insides were being dragged out by the suction from the flared end
of his cock. As it came out his hot cum gushed out of me spraying down my
legs and onto the floor. The horse was led away while the other man released
me from the box, I was unable to stand, thoroughly exhausted by the working
over I had received.
They took me to a room at the back of the barn where I was able to wash and
dress, there was straw and blankets for me to lie down. It was now dark and I
quickly fell asleep, the next morning I woke with a start at the sound of a
cockerel crowing. I got up and found my way out of the barn and into the
early morning air and quickly made my way back to the lodging house where I
had been staying. The thought of what had happened has often returned to me
and I long to be fucked again by a horse.
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bestiality/mark-and-boxer.txt
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Date: Fri, 9 Apr 2004 02:17:38 EDT
From: C
Subject: Mark and Boxer
The football practice was long, yet strangely rewarding. The coach ran us
pretty hard, but we all came out better in the end. After i got out of
the showers i picked up Mark, a good friend of mine and my tailback, and
drove him home. He lived about 3 houses down from me, and for some
reason, his mother wouldn't let him drive. He was the average jock, about
6'1, 190. Bigger than me. I was 6'0 170. We worked out together in his
basement all the time, usually after practice. We wouldn't do much. Just
enough to get the pecs going. When we finished, we would sit in my hot
tub and let the water calm our muscles. We talked about the game, the
players, the coach, the cheerleaders. He liked Cindy Succalong, but never
asked her out. I had always fantasized about Dixie Dournoub. We talked
about what we would do if we ever got the chance, and I would always have
to hid my 8 incher after my thoughts of her on me.
This night was weird though. Mark found a way to get into his mom's beer
closet and we totally tanked on gin and whiskey. I loved the taste of it,
and i knew I wanted more. I downed a whole bottle and, since my mom was
away on bussiness, and my dad lived in a different town, Mark and I
staggered over to my place and passed out. It's weird the dreams you
have when your trashed. I dreamed that I was with Dixie. She was begging
for me, and I was feeding her my whole tool, and she shimmered, and
turned all fuzzy, and when she came back, she turned into Mark. I woke
up with a full on woodey, but was so freaked out, I jumped up, found
myself naked, with Mark splayed next to me in his boxer briefs. I ran and
jumped in the pool, in the hope that i would get over my disgusting
dream. I mean I had actually thought about screwing Mark. I mean, he was
my best friend, we had known each other forever. It would be so wrong.I
got into the beach chair beside the pool and feel asleep looking up at
the stars.
It was a good thing i didn't have another dream, cause when I woke up,
Mark was yelling at me, and laughing.
He said "Get some damn clothes of your fucking fag! Next thing you'll
be wanting to butt shove me!"
I grabbed his waist and threw him in the pool and he pulled me in after
him and we fought for about half an hour. When I tired, mainly because of
my headache, i went in the house and grabbed some clothes, all the time
thinking about Mark seeing me naked.
I thought to myself "Why can't I get him out of my head? Whats wrong
with me?"
When i put on some pants i saw Mark coming out of the bathroom, we had to
be at school in about 30 minutes and I had to get ready. Of course we
were late, but my first period teacher never bothered. We always made it
up with her on our private time. The day wasn't bad, i had Mark in gym,
and he snapped the towel at me and i dropped mine, and he fucking slapped
my ass so hard that it hurt for 2 periods. After school, the coach
called all the Juniors into his office, and told us to take the day off,
after we cleaned the showers. Of course, noone stayed but Mark and I,
cause they didn't give a shit. We fucking had to get down and clean all
the little spikets and holes and shit. Mark made a joke about getting
Cindy in here and fucking her, and i instanly started thinking about Mark
and him fucking her. I had to focus hard not to get a post.
I started to talk about Dixie and what i would do to her, and i started
to notice that Mark was hiding a nice big woody.
I said "Yeah i see you getting hard thinking about me.. Come here and
give Daddy David a big kiss."
I pulled him close and he pushed me away, laughing, and punched me in the
arm, but he sortof looked nervous. I drove him home, and Mark started to
drink. I didn't do so much, and i found it kinda funny, all the dumb shit
Mark would do. i got him to call the principal and offer a blow job. Im
not sure if, Principal Schlung accepted, but Mark laughed his ass off. I
got him to eat a ton of shit he normally wouldn't... And he kept getting
drunker and drunker. I started to offer me stuff, and i started taking a
little. He got out some porn videos from somewhere and watched them. Mark
passed out before the first good scene.. Where the biker chick takes on
the room of dudes. I was getting my woody, and figured since he was
asleep, why not. So i whipped it out and started pushing my pud. I heard
mark move, and i checked to make sure he was still out. He was, so i
continued until i covered myself in jizz.. I always hated that part. It
got everywhere. I got up and got a towel and heard Mark start to stir. I
ducked into the bathroom, to hid, and i heard him stumble out into the
yard.
I followed him to make sure he wasn't gonna do anything stupid like go
for a swim, and he didn't,.. He went to go feed his dog, Boxer. Boxer was
a huge ass mut that was mean as shit. He didn't like me much, and would
always try to barrell me down. I saw Mark let Boxer out of his pen, and
into the house, and then Mark fell asleep in the dog's damn dog house..
Fucking idiot.. So i went back into Mark's house to clean up a little
bit, but i was stopped by the damn dog. I reached out to pet him, but he
fucking snapped at me. The way his teeth were baring, i figured it wasn't
good for me to stay around, so i turned tail and hauled ass. Now I'm a
quater-back, and im pretty fast. All the years of working out, and
physical training could be seen in my toned body and i figured i could
out run this damn dog. I didn't make it half way down the hall before the
beast had knocked me over, and was ripping at my damn pants.. He tore
them clean off my body and started to tear at my shirt. I started to
scream, but they were immediatly silenced by a menacing growl from the
canine.
All of a sudden he got quiet, and i started to crawl away. Then i felt
something weird. Some cold on my now exposed ball sack. I felt the damn
dog licking my nuts! Not complaining at all..It felt great. I froze, then
realized what was happening, then tried to stand up. The dog growled. I
got back down. Need i mention i have an outstanding and uncontrollable
fear of big dogs. I felt him start to move up to my crack, and then i
didn't wanna move. I had had my experiences with women, but none of then
ever tossed my salad. It felt so good. I juss sat there whimpering, and
moving my crack back and forth. I looked up and i saw Mark in the dog
house asleep and i noticed that he was naked and that all of his 9 inches
was fully engorged. I started to get completly horned up and wondered
vaguely why. All of my thoughts were chased out of my head, however,
when i felt the dog jump on my back and start thrusting his ass into
mine. I had never even thought about dogs having sex, and it took me the
better part of a minute to figure out what he was doing. When i did, i
started to pull away, but the 11 pound mutt had his dew claws hooked into
my sides and i would be damned if they felt like they were coming out. I
started to sweat, and worry about what would happen. I felt something
hard, like a stick, poking my ass cheecks, now bare and white in the
moon. I laid there on all fours, clueless on stopping this beast.
Then i felt something down my crack and i whimpered in extacy.It felt so
good. It happened again. so slick and smooth.. I wanted more, so
unvoluntarily, i thrust my hips back and pushed my ass up. Bad idea...
The dog hit his mark and his rod entered my totally virgin hole. I felt
his hot prick enter my boy cunt, and then exit. I felt him thrust in
again, at lightening speed, shooting it in about 4 inches. As i sat there
in a daze, i started to moan. Partly out of pain, but mostly out of
pleasure. It hurt so much it felt good. I sat there, naked, being taken
by a dog, while staring at the naked adonis of Mark. I beging to buck
back, without knowing, and then i start to hit what i though was the base
of the cock. I kept pushing back, and i sank lower towards the floor as
my cock started to pulse with the beating of my ass.
Then it happened. What i though was the base of the dogs fuck pole, then
forced its way into my ass.. I though the dog was truely climbing in my
ass.. It hurt badly that i opened my mouth to scream, but, since i lost
my breath, nothing came out.. My eyes teared in pain, and my finger
clawed at the floor.. I dug at it to try to get away from Boxer, but i
found myself unable to move. I was forced to sit there and let this beast
use me like one of his bitches.
Im not sure how long we stayed like that, but when he finnally pulled
out, i let out a scream, and i felt the warm rush of his doggie spunk
spewing down my legs. I stood up, and grabbed the ripped shreds of
clothes, and staggered to my house. I locked the door, and passed out
when i hit my bed... still naked.
The morning came too soon, and I was woke up by Mark, who jumped on me.
he asked me "What the Fuck did you do to my dog dude? I saw you...
FUCK MAN.. YOU FUCKED MY DOG!"
I tried to explain, but any words were immedialty stopped when he bent in
and kissed me.. I was so shocked i tried to push him off, but my arms
went stangely weak. He pulled back, and i noticed the clock said we had
12 minutes to be at school.. We got ready, and went to school... All day
i though about what would happen when we got home.
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bestiality/go-for-that-bone-master.txt
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Date: Thu, 26 Jan 2012 10:19:12 -0800 (PST)
From: Robert R <dancer5612004@yahoo.com>
Subject: Go For That Bone, Master!
I was really tired of balling the loose carpet. Tired of balling everything in
sight, and my master not even telling me when to stop. I did everything but jump
on his friends. Yea, I'm sick of it. Sitting here day by day with nothing to
screw, always tugged by a leash, telling me when to come home! Tired of licking
myself. Always having a boner with nothing I could do about it. But my time was
coming, I could feel it.
Then, one day, my cute master was swimming in the swimming pool and I could see
just how round he was by his posterior of his skin tight form fitting wet
trunks. Those two bubble heads were just waiting for some kind of protrusion. I
just knew it, I could feel it. It's not easy being a dog. A big black hairy
slobbering mangy mutt with nothing to do but play fetch. A dog with a big red
dick always ready for action and nobody to do it with. But this time, he was
alone. The big folks had gone on vacation from what I heard, and this young man
had the house to himself for several days.
Always playing fetch, and for what? A frustrated leg hound with not much of a
leg to hump or rump, I'm sure they would beat the tar out of me. Don't get me
wrong, these people were nice. Too nice. I just didn't want to get on their bad
side. Not with the big juicy cuts of beef they serve me. But today was something
special. Ricky, my masters name, was in for it.
Every time he goes for a swim he naps. AND not with wet trunks on.
I had a plan. This time to wait for the coast was clear. Just wait. Those lovely
mounds of his jelly flesh were demanding some of my attention that I could give
him, right up in there. My hard dick was throbbing, red hot, and he didn't even
know it about him. Those two jelly mounds were round and supple, and bounced
back and forth when he walked. Man, oh man, how I need to feel what it felt
like, deep down in there. BARK. Shut up, he says. He doesn't even know what I'm
barking about, does he?
The time was right, and I was horny as heck. He had just left the pool on this
cool afternoon in the weekend. He was alone. No friends. No phone calls. No one
around. Those bouncy bunch of jelly beans sauntered into the house, and I was
left outside with a very long hard red one stuck up in the air, sitting down,
throbbing. I waited. I waited for him to shower, and to relieve himself, then
maybe, perhaps, go to bed, relax & fall asleep. I was horny indeed. BARK! He
didn't hear me, not from inside the house. I went in, and calmly waited in the
front room by my bed. It was a good half hour, and I wandered into his bedroom.
He was fast asleep with the air conditioner blowing mildly in the room.
Unfortunately, he was on his back snoozing. Then I decided to do the old dog
trick of slightly, perhaps slightly, the chance of half waking him up. I calmly
licked his hand on the side of the bed, and he felt it. He dosidly looked at me
slightly, then kind of reached over with his other hand to gently pet me. By
then, he had turned over on the bed sleeping on his stomach. That is when the
prospects came in. His nice soft round tush was open to the wind, as he
slept some more. I nuzzled him carefully, not to wake him, and moved out of his
reach. I slightly sniffed the bedside, sniffed his leg and licked the back of
it. Not a stir.
Then I jumped on the bed and eagerly overlooked my intended mount of honor.
Those two round mounds of jelly were as perky as I had ever seen. I breathed a
sigh of relief, and calmly sniffed him again around his open leg. I sniffed the
white sheet to make it look I had honorable intentions of exploring just the
bed. Then I could hear him snore. That was enough. I went up to him, and licked
the crevice of his ass gently with my tongue so as not to disturb him upright.
That lovely smell of what seemed to be empty twat was staring at my face, and I
was loving it! My long hard dick was bouncing from my whole trek inside the
house, and I could feel it getting longer of anticipation of exploring this fine
young man laying before me. He had swirling dark hair nestled in a red scarf
around his head, but that was it. The rest of him was bare, and those two soft
round cheeks were standing still before me. It smelled sooooooo gooooood. Nice
soft, and round. I had to get on top of him.
My throbbing big one led the way for me, and I needed it, badly. Walking up
silently over him, all of my fours standing on top of him, surrounding his fine
naked body, my dick found it's way up his ass. I knelt my knees in the back to
insert it inside those juicy mounds. AND it fell in. That throbbing dick of mine
fell right into him like butter, but it hadn't entered him yet. That thing of
mine was pointing the way, and the way was to push it lovingly inside this
master of roundness. Those two fresh cheeks grasped it with lovingness I had
never found. Finally, a nice piece of ass before me, just begging for me to
pounce on it with royal determination. He snored again, still fast asleep. The
sun shined through the bedroom as I put my dick inside his loving crater, and
pushed it, all the way in. My tongue just hang around my jaw. He stuttered
something, but was out cold. I then just kind of wiggled that thing in there,
and let his round grasping hole do the talking to me. My wet dick had lubricated
that hole a bit enough for me to trial the burying motions.
He sort of woke up at that point, wondering what was happening to him, but I
didn't want him to get away from his position, so I bent forward, struggling
with my dick still inside him, and grabbed him hard. I could hear him say, "Hey,
man, what gives . . . " AND, that was it! I decided to poke him thoroughly.
Conquering my captor, I nestled myself to give him everything I got. His soft
hard legs fell apart as I ramrodded him. He struggled thoroughly but I had him
tied down with my strength and my surprise to him. His butt just seemed to go in
the air as I struggled to keep him there beneath me. This made my dick feel
really good as the soft white round tissue mound got a hold of my giant hard
rocking thing mounting him. My tongue hanging out nice and wet as I ramrodded
his butt, and all of a sudden he was gasping and groaning!
I had to go for broke because this would be my only chance at fucking him hard,
so I said, what the heck, and did it. Man, my back was aching and arched, and
loose! Both my legs buckling from behind him, forcing my red hot mama to feel
all the warmth and utter tightness of this supposedly virgin asshole. I spread
his legs deeply with mine, then wrapped my hind legs around his writhing ass and
popped his cherry to the max. I knew he was in a startled daze, and could hear
him say to me, "whoa, whoa", but I didn't stop. With both my front legs, I
gently wrapped them completely around his torso, and reamed him solidly. My dick
was all the way in, then all the way out, then all the way in again, and again,
and again. Man, that was good. My doggie juices were coming at me as I could
feel them drip down the sides of his legs, but I hadn't achieved the biggest
moment yet, and didn't want to either. Not now, not ever. Just feels so good to
mount those two big ham hocks bouncing around as I pounded his soul and spirit.
Even the bed began to rock with my forcing motion. That butt of his just seemed
to rise even further as my now almost cumming dick was ready to let loose it's
now massive was of super heated spurt cum. I jammed, and I jammed, and my tongue
was just wet and hanging there for all to see. The front of my chest was wet
with perspiration, and I just let him have it. ALL OF IT!!!! All the cum juice
that had been lying there in my two balls had let itself loose, and I came, and
I came, and I came again inside of him. My head buckled, and I howled, I think.
His two legs had spread apart but were kneeling for mercy, his body a mound of
mush, and even he was sweating below me as I reamed the last mounts of dog juice
and crammed them up his ass!
THE END.
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