Date: Wed, 12 Feb 2014 19:28:30 -0800 (PST)
From: Mikhail Conrad <mikhailconrad@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bred Big pt.1

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Bred Big    part 1


    This all started when my old college roommate, Keith, called. I hadn't
heard from him since his parents had retired and moved to Tuscany, leaving
him with their house and a fat trust fund. They also ended up leaving him
with their 5 large dogs that Keith used to start a stud service. Between
that and the dog shows, he hadn't had much free time.

    "Hey Mark," he said, "I need to ask a favor."

    "Ask away," I replied.

    "My Dad just told me he has to have a hip replacement."

    "Sorry to hear that man. Is he gonna be ok?"

    "Oh yeah," Keith answered, "He should have had it before they moved,
but he just kept putting it off."

    "I see, and what's this favor?" I asked.

    "Well, I need to go stay with them for a few months," he answered,
"Just until he's back to getting around well. And anyway, I thought I'd ask
you to house-sit for me."

    "Keith, you're 300 miles from my condo bud."

    "I know Mark, but here's the deal. You're place is sweet, ...on the
beach, Olympic pool, tennis courts, ocean view balcony, the works, right?"

    "Yeah, so? I paid enough for it," I said laughingly, "You helped me
find it."

    "Ok, listen;" he started pitching me, "Your place will rent for $2500 a
week. Put your personal valuables in storage, I'll pay the storage, rent
your place, come live here for 3 months and I pay all the bills, including
a $300 weekly food budget."

    "How do you know I'll get 25 hundred a week? Do you know how much stuff
I'll have to pack? And 5 HUGE dogs, I'll never get any work done," I
started making excuses.

    "I know it'll go for that because that's what the Courtney's, my
neighbors are offering for it for the summer," he interrupted me, "And Home
Packers Inc. is waiting on your call to come pack and move your stuff. As
for the beasts, Chad, the guy that works at the boarding kennel and
grooming place in town will be out to clean the basement and take care of
them every other day. He already has a key. And the cleaning service will
come whenever you call them."

   "Uh..., well..., I ahhh..., guess I'll consider it," I stammered.

    "Consider fast man, my plane leaves at 8am Monday."

    It was Thursday. And I did owe Keith a lot. He had co-signed for this
very condo we were discussing as well as making sure I passed all my
college classes, (I tended to not know when the party should be over). He
had always been there for me whenever I needed him.

   "Ok, I'm in," I answered, "Give me the number for those packers. I'll be
there Sunday."

     There were several reasons Keith asked me. We were best buds, I was
single, my job allowed me to work from anywhere, the dogs all knew me, and
I was familiar with the house and the nearby town. He knew all he had to do
was make it a win-win for everyone and he pulled it off with his usual
charm and healthy bank account.

    I was ready to go Sunday morning. The Courtney's had already sent me a
$35,000 check for the rental. I would drop the keys off to them this
evening. The trip was uneventful and I pulled up to the Courtney's house at
4:30pm and gave them the keys to my place along with the alarm code. They
were a really nice 60 something couple and I knew from just meeting them
that they would respect my condo and treat it well for the summer.

    I got back in my car and drove the half mile to Keith's place at the
end of the road. He must have been looking for me, because the gate opened
as I got to it. I continued the 150 yards up the drive to his house
admiring the southern garden landscaping he so loved.

   The house and property had been in his family for 5 generations. It was
Colonial, sat at the top of a hill overlooking the road that swept back
through the pines. You could see the roofs of 3 of his neighbor's houses in
the distance, and way out on the edge of sight you could just make out a
couple of the taller buildings in town. It was remote and private without
being `in-the-sticks'. The wrought iron fence and gate in the front joined
to an eight foot black chain link fence that enclosed 350 acres of
beautiful Georgia woodlands and gardens. Keith was waiting for me standing
on the top step of the columned porch. Sitting beside him was the largest
of his 5 champion dogs, Decker, a 155 lb. 4 year old black Newfoundland
with a white chest ruff. Where the others were, I had no idea.

    "I'm not psychic, Mrs. Courtney called and made all kinds of noise
about how good looking and personable you were," he said walking down the
steps to me as I got out of my car.

    As Keith came toward me arms spreading out to hug, I saw that he still
had that wayward lock of steel black hair that fell down his forehead
across his right eye. I never could understand why it didn't drive him
crazy, but I guess you get used to it. Decker paced him one step back. And
then we were clasping each other in a sincere friendship embrace.

   "It's so good to see you buddy," I said in his ear.

    As soon as Decker heard my voice and got my scent, his tail started
wagging strongly back and forth.

    "He sure remembers you," Keith said fondly, "And I'm glad to see you
too."

    Standing back apart, I reached over and scratched the dog's head
feeling his soft thick fur. He was a magnificent animal, a prize winning
grand champion, and one of the smartest dogs I'd ever met. He was laid-back
and dignified. He wouldn't be a problem to keep at all. Unlike...

    Suddenly we were swept up in a whirlwind of fur. It seemed like an
avalanche of cream colored fluff descended on us just as I had turned to
open my trunk. Boris, Yann, and Ivan, Keith's 3 Borzois, and gods were they
fast. The three lean coursers circled the car, me, Keith, and Decker almost
too quick to watch, leaping, pivoting, and racing with more energy than any
6 year old kid on Christmas morning. They were long lean speed canines,
bred to hunt wolves in Russia, and that meant fast. A wolf can chase down a
horse and horses are no slouch in the speed department.

    Keith put his fingers to his mouth and let out a piercing whistle that
brought the three to a prancing antsy group in front of him. As he pointed
his finger to them, Decker let out one deep bark and the three wolfhounds
settled to their haunches with what I swear looked like guilty expressions.

    I walked over to them letting their noses scent me, trying to pet all
three at once. Borzois are sight-hounds with better vision than most dogs,
but lacking the smell sense of most other canines. Don't misunderstand,
they were still dogs and had humans beat in the scent gland organs all the
way. They were Keith's pride and joy. Three 3 year old cream colored male
Russian Wolfhounds with no ties closer than 5 generations, they made Keith
a nice sum of money plus his pick of the litter. Borzoi breeders came from
all over the world to have their bitches bred by these studs. During the
past year and a half Keith had collected more than thirty prize ribbons
showing them.

    Keith laughed fondly at my attempt to greet all three of them at once,
"They must have been way off in the back woods chasing a rabbit or
something to have not gotten here sooner. And look here comes the
slow-poke, still trying to baby-sit them when there's no way he can keep
up."

    Around the corner of the house came a black-brown muscle mass of dog,
Volken, a Rottweiler of most unusual temperament. Unlike most of his kind,
Volken adored other animals. He was 6 years old and had taken to the others
when they were puppies like he was their mother. It had started with
Decker. Keith's dad had been nervous bringing the Newfoundland pup home,
knowing that Rotties were often vicious to other pets, but the big dog took
to the little rolling ball of fur like a nursemaid and a year later he was
again delighted to have the three Borzoi pups to tend. It wasn't just the
dogs, he had saved various wild animals from the Wolfhounds on several
occasions, standing them off so the critters could escape.

    He lumbered right up to me and butted his head against my leg until I
knelt down and gave him a big hug and chest rub. He already knew I was
there, he had scented me long before he saw me. Volken's only problem was
that he had to be in charge of everyone but Keith and his dad. Once he had
kept Maylene, Keith's mom from leaving the house when they were at home
alone because there was a big thunderstorm going on at the time. Go figure.

    "Decker, harness," Keith said, "Let's get you unpacked Mark. If it's ok
you can leave your car out here and we can put my luggage in it for the
trip to the Airport in the morning. My stuffs right by the front door."

    "Fine by me," I replied, "But I could use the facilities and a drink
after that drive."

    As I finished taking my bags from the trunk Decker came up to Keith
with a nylon harness that had several clips and two packs attached to
it. He took the harness from Decker and put it on him with ease. He then
proceeded to load the big guy down with everything but the three large
pieces of luggage. My 6'2" buff bestie grabbed two of them, leaving one for
me and headed for the door.

    "Isn't that a little hard on Decker?" I asked.

    "Not at all," Keith replied, "The breed was bred to be farm work
dogs. He's one of the strongest breeds of dog there are. Fishermen even
used them by putting their nets across the dog's chest to pull their boats
to shore. He can outswim any person. Wait til you see him in the pool. You
haven't been up here since I had it and the hot tub installed."

   "Cool man, and here I thought I was gonna miss my pool and sauna
facilities."

   "Nope," he chuckled, "And mine is private with no clothing optional."

    We got my stuff settled in the huge main guest suite and after my
ablutions I made my way downstairs. Keith was waiting on me with a bourbon
sour just like I like `em.

    "Chad will be here in a few with pizza if that's alright," he stated,
"I thought you should meet him."

    Before I could say anything we heard Volken give a sharp bark of
recognition as someone came in the back kitchen door.

    "That would be him," Keith said.

    "Hey Keith, it's Chad," a pleasant baritone voice evoked from the
kitchen as the light went on, "I let myself in, this pizza box is hot."

    I followed Keith to the Kitchen and as I came through the door I was
greeted by a very attractive Nordic blond that should have been seated in
Asgard with the other gods. He appeared to be around 24-25, 5'10, (we stood
eye to eye in height) and I'd say 170 lbs. of buff man.

    "You must be Mark," he said, "Keith didn't tell me you were so good
looking. Are you a professional model?"
    I couldn't do anything but blush and stammer.

    "He doesn't believe it," Keith said between laughs, "It's part of his
endearing charm. I knew you two would hit it off."

    "Whadda you mean?" I finally manage to say.

    "Well," my buddy said, "There's ice cold beer in the fridge, steaming
hot three meat double cheese deep dish pizza, and a Braves game just
starting on TV and all you two can do is stare at each other."

    We both made like cowards and went for the beer and pizza. As we
settled in the den in front of the big screen TV, I kept taking looks at
Chad. And I caught him giving me the eye as often as he caught me. Keith
for once kept quiet, but I could have done without his grin.

    All in all it was a really enjoyable night. The Braves won a
no-hitter. Chad appeared interested in our catch up talk, content to
listen. And I was just as attentive to their talk about the upcoming shows
and breeding schedule that Chad would be attending to in Keith's absence. I
found out that Chad had a Bullmastiff that he showed quite often and that
there were 4 local college guys that would help him out with the shows.

    And then the night was over all too soon. We said our goodnights, Chad
telling me he would see me tomorrow afternoon to see to the dogs and he was
gone.

    "Is your dad really getting a hip, or are you just setting me up?" I
asked Keith with a friendly glare.

    "Both," was all he said as he shut the door to his room leaving me
dazed, confused, and somewhat elated all at the same time.

    We were up before dawn for the 2 hour trip to the Atlanta airport. A
quick trip thru the local McDonald's drive-thru for man fuel and an almost
silent trip to the airport. We just were enjoying being in each other's
company. And I was almost off the hook as we pulled up to the International
curb luggage check-in.

    "All I want is for you to talk to him just once," Keith said looking me
straight in the eye, "Just one conversation. I love you man. Have a great
summer."

    "I love you too," I responded sincerely, not making the promise I knew
he wanted, "Call me when you get there."

     He nodded assent, gave me a wink, turned and was engulfed in the crowd
entering the terminal.

     As I made my way back to his home, I recalled a Historical marker we
had passed on the way that morning and decided to give it a look. It stood
about 50 yards from the road with a sign pointing it out clearly. I pulled
over, parked, and made my way to it. It was a Civil War marker designating
a skirmish in the Battle of Atlanta. There were hundreds of them in the
area, I had just never seen this one. Just as I started reading it the sky
let loose with a good old southern downburst. I bolted back to the car, but
might as well have stayed and read the marker, I was soaked. A mile down
the road and the rain stopped.

    When I got back to the house I was greeted by all 5 dogs. They were
well behaved and didn't give me any problems. They weren't wet. It hadn't
rained here. I let them in with me since they would have just gone around
back to the basement doggie door and come upstairs anyway. They were well
trained and didn't play or get into or on anything on the ground floor or
the upstairs of the house. The whole basement was theirs though, and there
they played and ate. It even had a 12' square marcite basin with nickel
finish plumbing in one corner for bathing them.

    So they followed me in and headed for the basement, except for
Volken. He just followed me upstairs to the bathroom where I got a towel
and dried myself and my clothes as best I could.

    "Screw it!" I said out loud.

    I needed another shower, I stripped out of my wet clothes, emptying my
pockets on the bathroom counter and taking off my wrist watch I put it
there too. Volken lay down on the tile floor and just gazed lazily at
me. Well he wasn't hurting anything so I just left him there as I got into
the shower.

    I took a leisurely hot shower letting the spray jet into my shoulders
and neck getting that all relaxing casual no hurry shower feeling. 20
minutes later I felt way good and got out and dried off with a fresh
towel. Wrapping the towel around my waist I went past Volken into the
bedroom. He got up and followed me wagging his stub slowly. I just back
dropped onto the bed and decided to take a nap. It had been an unusually
early day for me. I was out in 10.

    When I woke, I took a casual glance at the clock and saw that it was
2pm. Wow, I must have been worn out from my drive, the late night, and my
early morning, I had slept 4 hours. My damp towel was dry and I felt great.

    I got up went into the bathroom still wrapped in my towel, picked up my
watch which was one of those Bluetooth phone gadgets and put it on snapping
the band in place. The close over catch had always been a bit tight and
hard to close. I pressed the button and saw that my phone still
worked. Good, I was worried about it getting soaked. I picked up my wallet,
keys, cell phone, and change and turned to go back in the bedroom to get
dressed.

    Ting, ding, ding, clink. Metal hitting on tile got my attention as I
saw the spare house key Keith had given me bounce 3 times and go into the
bathroom central air floor vent, Damn! I had forgotten to put it on my key
ring.

    I went over to the vent and pulled the grate up. I could see the key
about two feet down where the vent tube took a 90 degree turn. I leaned
over and could just reach it with my fingertips.  I got it between my
fingers and pulled my hand back. I got my hand back 6 inches when I felt a
small scratch and something had me by my watchband.

    I pulled harder and felt something sharp starting to gouge into my
wrist. What the fuck? I had no idea what it was, but after several attempts
I knew I was caught. There was no way I could flex my wrist and pop the
catch on the watch. It was snapped on tight. I couldn't pull hard enough to
break the metal band, something in the vent tube was threatening to slice
my wrist when I pulled up. I was stuck for sure.

    As I knelt on all threes, (one was in the tube) I heard Volken coming
up behind me. Ok I thought, he just might help, he's smart and
nurturing. Firstly, my knees were getting a little sore from the tile
floor. I knew that Volken knew what fetch meant, after all he had helped
teach it to Decker when he was a puppy.

    "Volken," I said in the best tone I could manage, "Fetch the mat."

    I pointed with my free hand to the bathmat in front of the shower. Sure
enough he went over to the mat and looked at me.

    "That's right boy," I said, "Fetch the mat," and pointed again.

    He cautiously got the edge of the mat in his mouth and slowly stepped
toward me. He was being hesitant probably because he knew not to bother
anything outside of his basement. But I was giving him a direct order, so
he was complying reluctantly. He brought me the mat. I quickly put it under
my knees and what a relief! Ok, step one.

     "Good boy Volken," I said petting him vigorously with my free hand.

    I must have been a little bit too excited with my petting being so
delighted with his performance. He thought I wanted to play. He nudged me
and brought his head to the ground between his paws and looked up at me and
gave a little bark. He rolled over on his back and looked at me for some
attention.

    He had been so good so far so I gave him a nice belly rub. That's when
I noticed his cock sticking out from his sheath about an inch. It was red
and mottled. I had seen dog cocks before when they bred so it was no
surprise. I just wondered what had got him excited. Surely not this little
bit of petting.

    That's when he got up and went around behind me and started sniffing my
ass. I was surprised as hell for the couple of seconds it took him to take
his huge tongue and swipe it straight up my butt crack. When it passed over
my hole, the rough wet feeling of his tongue sent a shiver up my spine. I
had had a tongue or many down there before, but this put all those guys on
the amateur list. Before I could say, "NO Volken!" he had taken another
long wet lick up my ass, this time it started at the back of my nutsack and
went all the way up my crack pressing into my asshole a bit as he drug it
across my butt.

    "Oh FUCK!" I moaned loudly as he took another pass up my ass, this time
his tongue actually went around my balls, across my taint and then in my
hole about a half inch. He stopped at the ring of my asshole and started
pressing the end of his tongue in me lapping at the sensitive ring. IT FELT
SO FUCKING GOOD! I suddenly realized my cock had just shot up to its full
seven and a half and was throbbing in time to the rimming his wet rough
hard tongue was giving me.

    `This is so wrong,' I thought, and with that thought I came to my
senses and immediately put my ass down on my heels as much as my trapped
arm would allow. I caught my breath and turned my head to look back at
Volken thinking about what to say to him. What a mistake! I had unwittingly
given him the same signal a bitch in heat gives the stud when she is ready
to be bred.

    He wasted no time in jumping up on my back, his front paws dragging my
towel up with them. Later on I knew that bit of luck saved me from being
scratched to hell and back by his claws. This 130lb bundle of canine muscle
was trying to fuck me! My first reaction was to shout, "NO VOLKEN!" but his
breeding instincts had taken over and he ignored me. I then pressed my butt
down on my heels as hard as I could. The big Rottweiler just grabbed my
hips with a grip so tight it surprised me and jerked my ass up again with
one big tug. Holy Shit! He wasn't just trying to fuck me, HE WAS GOING TO
FUCK ME, whether I wanted it or not. He was locked into some kind of
breeding pattern that gods know how many millennia of evolution had fixed
in his genes, the same genes that he was about to plant in my unwilling
hole. I felt his boner slide up my balls and continue up my ass spritzing
his slick, wet pre-cum as the thing raked across my ass. Then his hips
kicked in. His first jab hit me right above my balls and man oh man did it
hurt.

     "SHIT! FUCKING HELL!!" I screamed, "GET OFF OF ME YOU FUCKING DOG!"

     The only response to that were three more jabs spraying my ass with
his cock snot all the time. They hit me in my butt cheeks so the pain
wasn't anywhere like the first poke, but they still smarted. Before I could
even yell, "OUCH!" his fourth stroke got me squarely in my asshole and he
drove his fucking bone up my chute so hard that I felt the hair on his
sheath lodged against my ass ring.

    "AHHHHHHHH! GODDAMN IT VOLKEN!!"

    He had me and he knew it. His grip loosened and he repositioned his
paws further up my waist and went to dog-fucking-town on my ass. His hard
cock bone kept my butt up high enough for him to get the position he wanted
to hammer that wet, slick, long piece of meat into me at the speed of a
reciprocating saw. And at first that was what it felt like. I almost lost
it and ripped my arm out of that vent tube to get away, but feeling a
trickle of blood down my hand, I lowered it back to the place there was no
pressure. Volken was power fucking me so hard and fast that my head was
bumping the wall in front of me like a drum. His dog cock drove into me
with a force and pace that no man could match.

    So then I decided to bite the bullet so to speak. To save my head from
being pounded into unconsciousness I spread my legs a bit, pushed my feet
back, and shoved my butt back at his pummeling. That's when I felt his fuck
stick start to expand and lengthen, worming its way up in me further that I
thought I had ever been fucked before. My hole was being slowly stretched
by this animals growing expanding cock.

    My own dick had instantly deflated when Volken first started his dog
fuck rape of my ass. Lowering my chin and looking down my firm pecs and
six-pack I could see it hanging down limp. It and my balls were doing a
rapid dance to the beat of the Rottweiler slam fuck. A string of my own
pre-cum hung from my cock slit to the mat, a remnant of the ecstasy of
Volken's masterful rim job.

    Then I felt my asshole burn and stretch for real.

    "Oh shit," I thought, "He's knotting up."

There was absolutely nothing I could do. I was his bitch and he was
breeding me hard. I felt his knot increase stroke by stroke until it seared
my hole with each pass. How many times he drove that throbbing fuck pole up
my hole was beyond counting but his golf ball sized nuts were slapping the
sensitive skin behind my own nuts and his knot was caressing my prostate
each time he plowed into me. My dripping dick started to swell. Still the
brutal screwing of my fuck hole went on and my cock got hard. REAL HARD! I
found myself shoving back on his huge dog cock trying to get that knot to
lodge into my prostate. It felt so fucking good.

    "Fuck that huge cock in me," I said to him, "Plant that knot up my
ass!"

    "Fuck me! Fuck ME! FUCK ME!!!" I said louder and louder."

     "Give it to me Volken! Make me your fucking cumhole bitch!" I begged.

    I pushed my aching hole back hard on his fully engorged cock, feeling
the knot pound past my assring and it didn't come back out this time. It
was in me and I could feel it swelling, stretching, and expanding in my
well fucked hole. It was pressing harder and harder against my pleasure
knob. My dick was so hard I thought it might burst with each throb of my
heart. My balls were so tight up against my body it seemed that they would
draw their way fully up inside me. And that's when I felt it.

   Volken's massive slab let loose with a gush of canine cum that heated my
guts as it shot and then oozed its way up in me. On his third gush of cum
my cock shot off like the exhaust of a jet ski. It splashed the wall, my
chin, abs, and chest with 3 fast thick ejaculations. I lowered my face and
got the 4th wad right in my mouth. It was thick and nutty. My jerking dick
managed to deliver 3 more short spurts before it quit, It was still hard,
but not achingly so. And all this time Volken's huge dog cock proceeded to
pulse his warm sperm loads deep up in me.

    I could feel his knot throb each time he delivered another shot of
sperm. I knew dogs came a lot and each spew sent a thrill through me. He
owned me and except for the brutal beginning, it was by far the best fuck I
had ever had. And still he continued to breed me. I shifted my legs a
little to get some circulation and he moved his leg up on my back. He was
turning. As his knot screwed across my prostate it threw me into another
orgasm. This one not as intense but it sent waves of pleasure rushing
through me.

   Then we were ass to ass and his knot was pulling on me, I raised my butt
a little and he backed up a step. Much better. His gushes were longer now,
but not as strong.

I put my head on the floor and reached back between my spread legs to feel
my hole with my free hand. I got a finger in about an inch and came in
contact with his knot. It felt bumpy on my finger tip and I could feel his
slick thin dog cum oozing out around the knobby thing and running out my
hole to drip its way down my now normal balls and inside my thighs.

     "WHAT THE FUCK????" I heard Chad yell as I looked up to see him
standing in the bathroom doorway.
    Suddenly I wanted disappear and die, never to be seen again. What in
the hell would Keith say when Chad told him? It didn't bear thinking
about. Even if I had no say in the matter, how could he ever understand?
And this was most fucking definitely not the conversation I had envisioned
having with Chad.


TO BE CONTINUED

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