Date: Sun, 30 Dec 2012 17:23:32 -0800 (PST) From: Oreguy <oreguybf@yahoo.com> Subject: Bitch Awakenings Part 5 (beastiality) This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of real people is purely coincidental. You must be over 18 to read this story. If you are offended by male/male sex, under 18 year old sex, or sex with dogs, please do not read this story. Donate to nifty at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html They spend a lot of time, money, and resource keeping this awesome service going for free! Show em some love! ____________________________________________________________________ Bitch Awakening Part 4 Tim avoided me after our confrontation in the shed. Part of me wanted him to come find me and apologize for what he had done. The reality of it all though was that he wouldn't. His delicate masculinity was damaged and it became apparent to me that most men were actually quite soft inside with hard exteriors. This was a hard lesson to learn. Eventually, Tim left home and left our small town. I heard that he took up drinking and eventually found some stupid girl to marry. Over the course of the years, he actually found several stupid girls to marry and each one left for the same reason, he hit them a lot. The years melted away from me in a forgettable high school experience. Oh, there were other men that I had sex with, but none of them stuck around. Living in a small town meant that they couldn't. I was always the "other woman" or the "secret." I didn't mind so much. I figured I needed the love and attention more than needing the public recognition. When I turned 18, I left home. My mother told me that she had known that I would leave as soon as I could. She was right. I didn't stick around. My father did a lot of screaming and hollering when I decided to leave. He knew I was a fag, he just couldn't prove it. He never missed an opportunity to make comments about those "nasty faggots" who deserved every unhappiness they could find. Eventually, I tuned it all out and just moved on in my mind. I focused on my need to get the fuck out of town and to focus on the needs I had. My desires for dogs disappeared for many years as I tried to define myself as a gay man. The dreams had been so powerful. I knew that I couldn't pursue them as being gay in a small town was hard enough. I was constantly afraid I was going to be found out and beaten. Admitting that I wanted a dog to mount me seemed too dangerous. Looking back, I was glad that I made the choice to let that part of myself go. It protected and insulated me. No matter what people thought of me or the truth the came to know about me, they wouldn't be able to use my most vulnerable desire against me. It gave me a sense of control in my life where I felt that I had so little control. Over time though, I almost forgot about it until I was in college. My father wasn't going to pay for me to go to college so I had to work my way through starting at the community college level. It gave me something to do and widened my sphere of life. Of course, I moved away from my home town and didn't know anyone and that helped out a lot. Through my internet searches, I found a site called beastforum.com. I wasn't sure of what to expect from it, but I slowly worked my way through the bulletin boards and postings and my urges for the beast world reignited. Turns out I wasn't the only one into dogs, or other animals for that matter. It made me feel better knowing there were others out there like me. I set up a profile, but was vague about who I was and more importantly about where I was. 20 year old male that is a total bitch in bed. Would like to find the right man that is a total man and knows how to use a bitch in heat. Never been with a K9 but have had the desire for a long time. Don't be a douche bag fellas. It wasn't the best profile or the friendliest. I was still emotionally not over what had happened with Tim and hadn't developed a relationship with anyone since that time. Sure, there were the fucks along the way, but I hadn't got close to any of them. It wasn't long before the string of messages started coming into my mailbox. The usual one line responses followed. "You sound hot!" "I have what you need, boy!" "I want that too. Do you have a dog?" "Wanna show up in panties?" Men had become so predictable in their responses. Most of them were just looking for a quick jack off session and none of them seemed very genuine. I wasn't too invested in the whole process but found the forums great for jacking off and for information. As school became more involved I had forgot about it and left it alone. One night, my email went off that I had a personal message waiting for me on the forum. I decided to log in and check it out. I came across your profile. There isn't much to go on based on the information you posted. I don't normally initiate conversation with profiles like this, but I feel like I should. I am 35. I'm average height and build. I am a top and I love a bitch in heat. I have two German Shepard males and one female. So yes, I know a bitch in heat when I am around one. -Jack While I was reading his email, I felt my pussy begin to twitch. His words seemed genuine and he seemed in control of himself. I immediately felt bad for such a poor profile that gave no real information about myself. I reread his profile multiple times and each time I felt the need to message him back. Jack- Thanks for the email. I'm sorry for the poorly written profile. I honestly didn't think I would ever meet anyone on here and have been focusing more on the forums. I would be happy to take some time to know you if you would like to take the time to know me? -Stevie Jack messaged me back the same day and we began to exchange our information, stories, and desires. As it turned out, he was rather close to where I was living and we arranged to meet for coffee one day. As the time approached I couldn't focus on school or school work and all I could think about was meeting Jack. What if he were real? What if he wasn't? I walked into the bar and was fairly certain that I was trembling. I had never been to this particular bar before and noticed that it wasn't well lit and was small but friendly. I didn't want to appear that I was on the look out for someone and slowly scanned the small bar that was playing some quiet music that I don't remember. My heart was beating at a thousand miles an hour and realized that I was the only person in there, except the bar tender. I looked down at my watch and it was 7:00 PM exactly. I tried to reason with myself that he was running a bit late and tried to convince myself that I hadn't been stood up. I was so worried about being stood up that I didn't hear the footsteps behind me. "I hope the front looks as good as the back does," the voice behind me says smoothly and hotly into my ear. The hair on my neck stands up and my knees begin to wobble a bit. There is something in his voice that feels familiar. There is a quality to his low voice that makes my insides melt. I feel a strong hand on my shoulder and I close my eyes. Without turning, I know it's Jack. His strong hand traces across my chest so his arms is around my front and I can feel the gap in his elbow go across my throat. What do I do? I simply stand there and my body going limp when I feel his lips go to my the side of my neck. His hot breath tingles my skin and I let out a small gasp and then a moan when he careful bites my neck. I sag into his strong arm and without consciousness, I press my ass into him. "I thought I could smell a bitch in heat," the almost snarling and dominant voice whispered hotly into my ear. His other arm snaked around my waist and pulled me tightly into his crotch. I could definitely feel his hard cock pressing through the two pairs of denim jeans grinding into me. I pushed back against him again and let out a quiet whimper while totally wrapped up in his arms at my throat and waist. My knees grew weaker and my head began to swim. Not from him choking me, but from the general overwhelming feeling of being in heat for this Alpha male. Jack tilted my head back and brushed my lips with his lightly at first. His other hand went to my front and groped my crotch and as I gasped, he took full advantage and thrust his hot tongue into my mouth. I noticed the strength in his hand as it covered my throat as his kiss intensified. He easily turned me around and I was facing him and opened my eyes and got my first glimpse of Jack. His eyes were a deep brown and intense. His eye's are the kind that bore into your soul and can read you and your intentions through the sheer will of his mind. His face was strong, but had laugh lines forming around his mouth and lines around his eyes that showed he smiled a lot with them as well. His nose was perfectly proportioned to his face. Our eyes locked and he continued to kiss me passionately, swirling his tongue in my mouth and drawing me closer into his hot embrace. As our kiss came to an end, Jack slowly pulled his mouth from mine. I was trembling in his arms and felt so vulnerable. He quietly whispered, "Are you ok to stand on your own now, Stevie?" I hadn't realized, but I had gone completely limp in his arms and he was holding me. I felt the strength return to my legs and slowly nodded yes with a smile. Jack did something then that took me by surprise and sealed my fate with him. He bent over and kissed my forehead lightly and said, "I will promise to hold you up when you need it, babe." "Stevie, I had planned on sitting down with you and talking for a long time. But I saw you standing there and I couldn't help myself." As if this man needed to explain to me or justify his actions. After that kiss, he could have told me he had every intention of carving out my kidney's and I would have still followed him wherever he lead me to. "I'm glad you did, Jack. Otherwise, I would have been too nervous to say much of anything." I smiled and tilted my head forward and looked at the floor. Jack put his finger under my chin and lifted my head up. "You never look down like that again, Stevie. You are a beautiful man who shouldn't shy away from any other man. Submission does not equal meek, nor does it mean weak. It means you have a very special gift to give someone and they damn well better be good enough of a man to receive such a wonderful blessing." Where the fuck has this man been hiding and why was he single? As I was asking myself that question my onboard processing faltered and heard myself asking the question out loud, much to my horror. Jack laughed a full out loud laugh that wasn't forced or practiced. I could tell this was how he laughed. He laughed with his whole body including his eyes. I had never noticed how sexy a man was when he smiled and laughed as much as I found it sexy with Jack. "I'm looking for someone very rare and special, as you can imagine, Stevie." Jack pulled me in and whispered in my ear, "I'm not just looking for a bitch. I'm also looking for a husband." A deep shiver ran through my body hearing him say the word bitch and husband in the same sentence. It was as if he knew exactly what to say to me and he was sounding far too perfect. Jack slipped his hand in mine and gave me a playful smile. "I should be more gentleman like and take you out to dinner and all that. But I'm going to be honest with you, I don't think either of us would be thinking of food. Do you want to come home with me?" There should have been a million sirens going off in my head and red flags flying all around me. I had barely met this guy and here I was making out and basically dry humping him in a bar I had never been to before. I met him on a beasty site and knew pretty much nothing about him and he was asking me to go home with him. But none of that happened. Instead, I leaned in and kissed his lips and said, "Yes." "Good boy. I like that answer," he said low in my ear that sent another shiver up my spine. "Besides, I'm dying to see Thor mount the new bitch." His eyes were locked on mine and could see that he was not just flirting. I could see the passion he had as he said it. This wasn't a man who was just horny. He was possessed with desire and longing. And the reason I knew that, I felt it inside of me too. Jack led me out to his car and my head was swimming and my pussy was on fire. I could feel it twitching in anticipation and desire. I could feel the desire on Jack. I didn't know how long the drive was going to take to get there, but I was finally going to get my experience that I had been craving and it was going to involve this fantastic man who knew how to melt the very fabric of my heart and get my pussy wet. Yes, my life was about to change! ______________________________________________________________________ Next Chapter: Steve finally finds out if he really is a bitch or if it's all been fantasy. Will his connection to Jack stay solid and strong or whither away after the deed has been done?