Date: Fri, 21 Feb 2014 08:19:58 -0800 (PST)
From: Mikhail Conrad <mikhailconrad@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bred Big part 4

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Part 4

    We both stepped behind the bar and did the mirror image side step
dance, getting in the way of each other. We laughed feeling easy with the
humor of the situation after my recent turmoil. I wondered what Chad was up
to with his vow to make it all better for me. I wasn't stupid. I knew it
had to have something to do with the dogs, but he seemed to have a plan in
his head that involved more than just a canine mounting. Whatever it was, I
was determined to go along if it involved playing with him. I stunned
myself when the idea of what he would look like getting bred by Volken
crossed my mind. The thought made my dick inflate a bit.

   "I'll pour," he said to me with that grin that had me every time,
"What'll you have?"

    "Bourbon rocks, and make it a double," I answered exiting the small
space behind the oak bar counter.

    "A man after my own heart, two double Jim Beam rocks coming up."

    As Chad got glasses, ice, and bourbon, I went over to the couch and
picked up my red jockstrap stepping into it. I could see the blond man
freeze and stare at me pulling the strap up. He shook his head like he was
trying to clear his vision and let out a whistle.

    "That is fuckin' hot as hell man," He said ogling me, "Did Keith tell
you..., never mind. I have a thing for men in jockstraps. You just keep
getting better and better."

    "I've got that same fetish dude," I told him while he finished pouring,
"You know Keith set us up, don't you?"

    "Yeah, I figured. A life time of slavery to him wouldn't be enough to
pay him back as far as I'm concerned," Chad stated coming around the bar,
drinks in hand.

    "Don't tell him that," I chuckled taking the proffered glass, "I'm
indebted enough to him for the both of us."

    "Seems like it's that way for most of his friends. He likes making
other people happy. He's a noble and generous kinda guy," Chad said,
"Here's to Keith."

    We clinked glasses and toasted my best pal. I finished my swallow of
bourbon and felt the blond stud reach around to me and snap the leg strap
on my ass. His hand stayed on my butt kneading it as he kissed my neck.

    "Hey," I interrupted his advances, "I thought we were going outside and
you had something BIG to tell me."

    "Oh yeah," he said stepping back, "The sight of you in that jock
totally distracted me man."

    "I'm not gonna apologize for that," I laughed reaching over the back of
the couch to get my athletic shorts.

    I stepped into them and settled the waist band around my hips making
sure to leave enough of the jockstrap showing for Chad's viewing
pleasure. He watched me the whole time with a look of lust and
admiration. I still was amazed that this sexy hairy beefcake guy was so
infatuated with me.

    "Come on," I said to him, "I'm dying to hear whatever scheme you've got
going on in that Norse godlike head of yours."

    I took his free hand and headed to the door to the back landing. I
dropped his hand to open the door, flipped on two switches first, and
exited into the sultry heat of a very late Georgia afternoon. Being early
summer, it was still light outside. The sun was well below the tree line
and long dark shadows ran across the ground. I stood on a granite stone
paved landing. The granite steps in front of me against a block retaining
wall made from the same stone led to the basement patio, below me to the
left. A strip of grass with a paved walkway across it divided the patio
from the back driveway.  A commercial van with a cartoon pet group on the
side was parked there. Past the drive I saw the dogs running and playing
around the lush orchard trees. There seemed to be more than five of them
out there. The Borzois were dashing around so fast I couldn't count them
and they were several hundred yards away.

    I turned to the right and entered the veranda. The roof was supported
by square stone block pillars of the ever prevalent granite. The floor was
paved with the same material. Inside white washed wood beams ran across the
open ceiling with four ceiling fans suspended from the roof so that the
blades were below the beams. Between the beams and the roof, Keith had hung
strands of white twinkle lights, dozens of them. It was these and the fans
I had turned on as I left the house. A wrought iron railing enclosed the
space matching the wrought iron furniture strategically spaced around the
outdoor living area. A fireplace stood against the outer wall of the house
back to back with the one in the den. The iron railing had an opening
directly opposite the fireplace that entered a granite portico covered in
full fruiting grape vines. I could see an expanse of white and blue past
the covered walkway that had to be the new pool area Keith had told me
about. A structure rose up on the other side of it that had to be a pool
house. I was interrupted from taking in these sights by a pair of golden
dusted arms reaching around me massaging my chest.

    "It's incredible. Isn't it?" Chad whispered in my ear as he nibbled on
it.

    "I've always thought so. You know I spent a lot of time up here with
Keith when we were in school together. His folks always treated me like one
of the family. I had some great times here."

   "I'm glad to hear it," he said softly putting his chin on my shoulder,
"Maybe that means you'll spend more time here from now on. Keith told me he
tried to get you to move in, but you had your heart set on the beach."

    "It was always my dream ever since I was a kid," I explained, "I became
totally enamored with the nighttime ocean on our family vacations to the
coast. I had my first sexual experience with a man there one night."

    "It must have been a good one."

    "It was," I reminisced, "He was way old to me, 21 or so, a college
spring breaker, I was just 14. He spread a quilt out below the sea oat
dunes and took me to heaven underneath the starry sky with the breakers and
cool ocean breeze a constant background to our passionate moans. I never
even knew his name."

   "That is so cool Mark," Chad whispered, "You have a really special way
that takes me with you when you talk about things. Thanks for sharing it
with me."

   The sincerity and understanding in his voice sent a shiver up my spine
and I turned in his arms to kiss him for it. We were instantly in another
full on masculine duel of tongues, teeth, and mouth. I felt both of our
cocks mound up hard in our jocks as we ground out our passion between
us. It went on for several minutes with the two of us testing our strength
against each other in a testosterone driven lust that only men together can
attain.

    "Holy fuckin' wow!" the horny blond hunk exclaimed as we separated
coming up for air, "We better cool it for a bit or we're bound to end up
fucking right here on the deck."

    "Okay stud, I agree. And anyway before you get started with whatever it
is you have to tell me, I need to edumacate you." I said with a smile.

    "Oh?" he asked with a puzzled frown, "How's that?"

    I picked up my drink from the wrought iron table we had both somehow
set them on and explained, "In the south, which is where we are, as I'm
sure you know..."

    "I was born and raised all within 15 miles of right here," he
interrupted.

    "Then you should already know that this isn't a deck, it's a VERANDA."

    "O, M, G, Mark," Chad spelled, breaking out laughing.

    "What?" I asked suddenly confused.

    "Keith did manage to put some pretentious fag in you didn't he?"

    I started to get pissed, but the total humor in his crystal blue eyes
coupled with the sexiness of his glinting hairy chest as he laughed
dissolved my ire and I found myself starting to laugh along with him.

    "Yeah, I guess he did," I snorted amid my laughter, "Now sit your sexy
jock ass down and tell me just exactly what you've got up your sleeve for
tonight, or does it need to be a surprise? If it does, I'll trust you."

    "No," he said pulling out chairs for both of us at the table, "You
don't need any more physical surprises today. But I do want you to trust me
in this. We've all been through it in some way, so we know how you feel."

    "We?" I asked as the both of us sat down to talk and finish our
cocktails.

    "Yeah man, we; me, Justin, and Emery. They're two of my closest
friends. I mentioned them to you last night. They help me and Keith out
with the shows and dog studding."

    "I remember," I replied, "Go on."

    "They are both hot sexy guys and into K-9 too," Chad continued, "You're
gonna like them. I called them to come over and they're in the basement
right now. They came in our shop van just a while ago when I was downstairs
filling the feeder for the dogs."

    "You're telling me that you invited some friends over to watch me get
dog fucked?" I asked, looking him straight in the eye with a hurt stunned
expression.

    "Oh no man!" he responded quickly, reaching out to take my hand, "I
invited them over so you could watch US get dog fucked! I would never do
anything to put you on the spot like that Mark. I would slit my own throat
before I would ever set you or anyone else up like that."

    The hurt went away, but the stunned increased. This guy had totally
blown my mind for the umpteenth time in one day. I was intrigued, yes, but
I was also suddenly as nervous as a seal in shark infested waters. I
squirmed in my chair, not knowing quite how to respond. I had had some
vague idea that Chad was going to clue me in on dog sex, but the farthest
my mind had envisioned it was on the order of him carefully leading me
through it in private. The idea of an instructional group of bestiality
boys was so far from anything I had considered that it left me flat
stupefied.

    "I can call the whole thing off," He said, "Just give me the word and I
will."

    "No, I said that I would trust you and I will," I said drawing on all
my adventurous nature to buck me up, "If you think this will help, then
let's do it."

    "It's a no pressure situation for you Mark. If you feel like walking
out or telling us to leave at any time, you do it. You get to call the
shots on this one man. Just remember these guys are here to help you at my
request. If you let us, we can show you how to enjoy this part of you that
has you so confused and nervous. You'll love it. I know you will man. I saw
it when you were writhing your amazing ass on Volken's knot and blasting
that sweet load down my throat."

    I picked up my glass and downed the remaining shot of bourbon in one
gulp for some liquid courage.

    "Let's do it," I said standing up, "But I'm definitely going to
participate."

    "That's up to you handsome. Remember, no pressure," Chad reiterated,
"This is all about fun and having a hot feel-good time. But wait a sec, let
me let the guys know it's a go. You go upstairs and get some comfortable
shoes on. I'll meet you at the bottom of the basement stairs. This is gonna
blow your mind stud."

    I went to go follow Chad's instructions and walked to the back door. As
I reached out to open the door, he called out to me. I turned back to look
at him.

    "Hey Mark, check it out,"

    He turned his back to me dropping his mesh shorts. He spread his legs,
bent over the back of one of the chairs, reached back and snapped his
straps at me.

    His luscious furry crack had a round red disk lodged tightly up against
the place where I knew his hole was. The straps of his jock framed an ass
that was tight and muscle hard. The golden silk hairs on his legs, thighs,
and ass glistened in the fading light of dusk. The sight of it made my cock
bone up in my jock pouch so fast it ached. I forgot how to blink.

   "Just a preview for you buddy. Get ready to have a fuckin' great
time. Hurry up and go get some shoes, I'll be waiting on you."

    I ran to go do so, barely managing to shut the door behind me in my
haste. This guy had me hooked. I suddenly couldn't wait to find out what
the evening had in store for me.

    Chad yanked his shorts back up as Mark skedaddled into the house. He
took his cell out of his pocket and activated it. He opened his text
feature and added to the last one, which had come from Justin.

    `We're ready guys. I'm calling the dogs.' He pressed send.

    The blond jock took the outside stairs two at a time. When he got to
the bottom, he put two fingers in the sides of his mouth and let out a
piercing whistle. Off in the distance he could see the dogs running toward
the house in the fading light of the rapidly oncoming sunset. He sauntered
over to the basement door just as Emery opened it. The little muscle jock's
10" cock jutted out lewdly as he looked at the buff blond.

    "Jeez Chad, it seems like we've been in here edging for hours. My nuts
are gonna burst if I don't get some real action," he complained.

    "It's only been about forty minutes Em," was all he managed to get out
as eight very big dogs arrived and swept the two of them into the basement
room.

    Justin was lounged out to his right on a bean bag drinking a
beer. Boris, the largest of Keith's Borzois, and Wiley, Justin's own
Leonberger, had pranced right over to the big tall jockstrapped man. He
tossed back the rest of the beer, crushed the can in his big studly hand
and tossed it into the trash bin that Chad saw had been set out by one of
the support posts. The big stud then took a dog on each side in each arm
and began to rapidly stroke their chests as they licked all over his
face. He opened his mouth and let the dogs lick him there too.

    Yann and Ivan, the other two wolfhounds, along with Volken, had
clustered around Emery giving his big hard rod and balls a tongue bath that
had the gymnast staggering and moaning in lust.

    "Lick my big fucking cock," he groaned out loudly, "Oh fuck yeah,
tongue my nuts."

    The other three dogs had gone directly to the water trough and were
lapping it up greedily. Chad shut the open French door and reached over to
slide open the panel on the dog door to the right of him so the dogs could
come and go and take care of their business as needed through the
night. The room was darkening rapidly so he clicked on the overhead lights
at the switch by the door and slid the dial on it down to where there was
enough light to see by, but dim enough to keep it erotic and lascivious. He
walked over to the bathing station counter and dropped his shorts adding
them to the clothes that Emery and Justin had laid there. He reached back
and grabbed the base of the butt plug in his ass and eased the tool back
out. As the fat mushroom head drug back across his prostate knob, he felt
his own jock pouched prick swell to fully hard. With a splosh sound the toy
came loose from his now ready hole. He tossed it in the sink.

    He walked over to behind Emery, pressing his hard rod in the guys back
as he rubbed his shoulders, steadying him from the intense tonguing he was
getting and said quietly in his ear.

    "I need Volken, buddy. I think Mark needs to see me with him for best
effect."

    "Sure Chad, take him," he said pressing back into the hard-on he felt
grinding his lower back, right above his ass, "There's plenty of hot dog
cock for everybody tonight."

    "Come on Volken," Mark said to the big rottie as he sauntered over to
the door to the upstairs part of the house.

    Glancing over toward Justin, Chad saw that the big guy had rolled off
the bean bag onto one of the gym mats. He was on his back going back and
forth licking the protruding wet red dog cocks that had just begun to slide
out of their sheaths on Boris and Wiley. The two dogs stood at either side
of him and each one had his snout in a side of the tented up black jock
pouch licking Justin's throbbing mesh bound fat eight inches. He could see
that the big guy had one hand back behind his ass reaching to extract his
own butt plug in prep for what was coming.

Things were coming along nicely he thought just as Volken shoved his nose
up his crack and gave a long swipe of his tongue from balls to the hole
Chad was planning on letting him plow open shortly. Chad sighed in lust,
spread his manly legs apart and leaned forward putting his palms against
the wall right by the door he knew Mark would enter from any time now. The
Rottweiler went to work on his ass, the rough wet tongue working its way up
in his plug loosened hole.

    "Oh yeah," he moaned out, "Eat my ass Volken, get it ready to breed
boy."

   He looked over his shoulder to see that Tokki, his Bullmastiff was now
over Justin's face getting his slab sucked wantonly by the big man. He
could hear Em bawdily urging on his own furry paramours. He turned to look
over his other shoulder at the small stud and then he saw the black ass
stretcher that he had rammed up that rock hard tight hole lying on the
floor. The hard bodied gymnast had been joined by the other two dogs,
Flint, the curly haired man-boy's own Anatolian Shepherd, and Keith's giant
Newfie, Decker. He was getting licked on both sides now loudly encouraging
the canines to do their best. Chad felt dog drool run down his thighs as
Volken continued to prep his hole for fucking. He shut his eyes, arched his
back, stretched his head back facing the ceiling and just gave in to the
extreme ecstasy of the rim job that had his hard cock throbbing in his
jock.


    I bounded up the stairs to my bedroom. I hastily snatched a pair of
footie socks from my big suitcase and tossed an oversized duffle bag on the
bed. I unzipped the side compartment where I had packed my extra shoes and
dug out a pair of black Asics with dark red piping, a recent purchase to
replace my old workout shoes. Sitting on the bed, shaking in nervous
anticipation of the upcoming erotic exploit, I jerked on the socks and
crammed my feet in the sneakers. I tied the laces snugly and stood to go
back to the basement.

    The image of Chad's fuzzy athletic ass framed by his taut jockstrap
with an apparent sex toy wedged in his fuckhole gave me an idea. I unzipped
the other side of the duffle and found my own butt plug. It was the usual
rounded cone-like shape, six inches tall broadening to an eight inch
circumference at its widest. It was crafted out of a real flesh feel
material and went in more easily than you would think from looking at
it. The anal tool was very pliant and instantly sprang back to its original
form after compressing through an anal ring. I got a bottle of lube from
the duffle, slid my shorts down to my knees and slicked up my hole. I
grabbed the plug by its base and pushed it up my chute. It settled in
nicely. Volken's knot had obviously left a nesting place inside my ass. The
rubbery feelings across my knob made my hard jocked cock pulse in its
pouch. I drew my shorts back up, once again making sure to leave enough of
the red supporter's waist band showing for Chad's enjoyment. I decided to
take a quick stop in the bathroom.

    I washed my hands to get off the excess lube, brushed my teeth
hurriedly, swished some mouthwash, and was ready to go. I rapidly made my
way downstairs. I saw the bourbon that was still on the bar, so I grabbed
it and tossed down a shot straight from the bottle. I proceeded down the
stairs to the basement. The door at the bottom was shut. I could hear
someone begging for his ass to get tongue fucked quite loudly in a higher
register of voice than Chad's. I caught the distinct sound of slurping and
lapping that seemed to be closer than the lustful strident voice that
called out for his big cock to be licked now. I braced myself and opened
the door.

    The scene I stepped into was visually overwhelming. The basement room
was huge, thirty feet wide and seventy feet long, I entered it in the
middle of the back wall. Steel support posts spaced evenly in two rows down
the length of the area held up the nine foot high ceiling that featured
recessed lighting dimmed to a faint glow. The right side of the room was
paved in dark slate, while the left was carpeted in black artificial turf
that I knew had a two inch thick waterproof pad underneath it. In the dim
lighting I could see three groups that made me widen my eyes and sent a
jolt of carnality rushing through my body.

    Just to my right, Chad stood with his legs spread wide, back arched,
head thrown back, bent forward, with his hands flat on the gray plastered
wall. Volken stood behind him with his nose buried in the blond stud's
hairy jockstrapped ass. The big Rottweiler licked, slobbered, and slurped
his big long wet tongue all up and down the man's crack, making him moan
deeply every time he crossed his sensitive hole.

    In front of me to my right, in the middle of the room, a group of four
dogs were all over a curly haired boy that had the most incredible build. I
noticed Decker, Yann, and Ivan, but the other dog that stood even taller
than the big Newfoundland was new to me. This was where the loud, lewd, sex
urgings were coming from. I saw that Decker had his muzzle jammed in the
muscle boy's ass lifting him up off the floor rooting for his pucker. The
kid was holding onto one of the posts with his right hand to steady
himself. His left hand was twisting his left nipple viciously, all the time
vocalizing his sexual hunger.

    To my left was another group. This one consisted of three dogs and a
big buff man. He was splayed out on his back on a blue gym mat with two of
the dogs on either side of him pushing their snouts into either side of a
vertically tented black jock pouch tongue stroking his hard jerking jock
bound cock. The closest of the dogs was Boris. The one on the other side
was a massive fluffy beast that was a stranger to me also. I couldn't see
this guy's face because a big buff-tan Bullmastiff that must have belonged
to Chad was straddling his head. Judging from the human gurgling noises,
the dog's humping hips, and the slight up and down motion of the man's
broad shoulders and well-built upper chest, he was sucking the dog's cock
with fervor.

    "Hi, good-looking," Chad said standing up to turn to me.

    He took Volken by the collar, controlling the big dog as he continued
to try to get to his butt.

    "Sit Volken!" he commanded, and the rottie sat down.

   Looking down, I could see at least seven fat inches of pre-cum
spritzing, dark red, veiny dog cock protruding from Volken's
sheath. `Damn!' I thought, `That was entrenched up my ass just a while
ago.' Fascinated, I knelt down and reached out to feel the slab of meat
that had violated me. Volken ran his tongue over my face. His cock was soft
and hard at the same time. It was wet, slick, and pulsing. It doused my
hand with a spray of juice and I brought it to my mouth licking the watery
ooze off my fingers as I stood to face Chad. He started to say something
and I pushed my fingers in his mouth. His lucent blue eyes widened in
surprise, but he sucked them clean, moved to my thumb and palm, licking and
sucking all the tangy dog drip he could find.

    "You are so fuckin' hot," he whispered clutching my neck with his free
hand and yanking me to him.

    I found myself once again in mouth-tongue locked onslaught of lust. We
ground our already rigid shafts into each other with Volken snuffling and
butting trying to get into the mix. We came apart smiling lewdly at each
other. I clenched the silky golden chest hair on his pecs savagely with
each hand. His burnished nipples were erect and I let go and tweaked them
simultaneously. Chad growled erotically and grasped my hard crotch mound.

    "Someone misinformed me," he said with that stunning sexy grin, "I
thought you were all about plain old vanilla sex."

    "I was," I replied meeting his eyes intensely, "But this is supposed to
be about expanding my outlook, right? I've read stuff. Keith doesn't know
everything about me. I said I'd go for it and I am. I trust you Chad."

    "I can't believe this," he said keeping me enthralled with his gaze,
"It's like someone crawled into my deepest, most secret fantasies and
created you out of them."

    "Yeah, I know exactly what you mean."

    His grin broadened into a smile of gratification at my response. He let
go of my throbbing package and I released his hard nubs.

   "Come on," he said nodding toward the still loudly vocal kid in the dog
lick-fest, "I want you to meet all the guys, two and four legged."

    He drew me after him, still holding onto Volken's collar, toward the
young verbalizing stud muffin.

    "Hey Justin!" Chad called, "Get your studly dog cock sucking face over
here and meet Mark. Emery! Shut your pretty trash talking mouth and say
hello to a new friend."

    I noticed that my blond companion delivered a compliment with his
jibe. The little guy we walked up to opened his eyes at the
interruption. His rampant jutting cock was huge. It looked libidinously
carnal as a glop of pre-cum exuded from the plum-sized head to be quickly
lapped up by Yann. He tried to push the dogs away but had two hands too
few. He turned his head to glance at us, went back to deterring the dogs
trying to lick him down to his bones, and suddenly snapped his head back
around to stare at me.

    "Holy fuckin' shit!" he exclaimed, "Adonis is alive and well on planet
Earth!"

    I blushed from head to toe as the muscular little guy stared at me
mouth agape. Chad turned to look at me, noticing me staring back at the
hefty bobbing prick and I blushed even brighter. My blond friend suddenly
burst out laughing.

    "Cool it Em," he chortled, "We're here to make Mark feel at ease, not
embarrass him."

    "He started it," the short beefcake boy retorted.

    "What did I do?" I asked him getting my embarrassment under control.

    "Got born the most beautiful fuckin' piece of man flesh I've ever
seen," Emery declared using his legs to shove aside the two dogs between
us, and kicking a hefty triple tiered black butt plug over into the bath
station.

    The small guy stepped right in front of me and looked up at me. The top
of his head was level with my nose. I looked down at him and smiled.

    "Thank you Emery, though I know you're exaggerating," I said extending
my hand to shake, "I'm Mark."

    He completely disregarded my outstretched hand and wrapped his arms
around my waist, giving me a strong hug. I was fully aware of his outsized
dick that was long enough to press erotically across my own pulsing jocked
pecker. He felt it too and grinned mischievously at me with his pixyish
cute features. I felt like I was in the arms of a real living Puck from
Shakespeare's `A Midsummer Night's Dream.'

    "No I'm not," he said looking up at me, "You're magnificent. Isn't he
Justin?"

    I felt a big hand on my shoulder and spun around in the muscle bulging
arms of my short admirer to encounter a tall gym sculpted man that stood
over me almost as much as I stood over Emery. He had a friendly open
countenance, military close cropped hair, soulful brown eyes, and a fully
packed and distended black Bike jockstrap.

    "I'm Justin,' he said in a deep bass voice. He took my hand and shook
it firmly, "Nice to meet you Mark."

    Emery snuggled up to me, running his hands across my smooth abs and his
rigid man lance prodded my crack through my shorts. It nudged me right in
the base of my butt plug and he felt the firm obstruction on his cock head.

    "Fuckin' A! Mark," He blurted out, "You're right with the
program. Aren't you?"

    I spun back around to him and bent over to whisper in his ear, "Hey
man, let's keep that our own little secret for now. Okay?"

    "Okay," he whispered back, "But it didn't feel so little to me."

    "It's nothing compared to what you're packing," I said softly, looking
at the monster meat protruding from the hard bodied shorter guy, "Now
that's what I'd call magnificent."

    "You like it?" he said thrusting his harrow hips at me, poking it right
up to my right hand, "Go ahead, you can touch it and whatever else you feel
like. Everyone else here has, including the dogs."

    "What are you two whispering about?" Chad suddenly asked.

    The noise from the eight dogs had covered our brief quiet
conversation. The pack was prancing around snorting, getting in the
occasional lick, butting all of us in our crotches, asses, legs, and
hips. Every one of the canines was showing a protruding red to pink cock
from their sheaths.

    "Nothing Chad," Emery covered for me, "Just getting to know our new
friend. I can see why you like him so much," And he winked at me.

    As I turned back to take up my cut short meeting with Justin, Chad let
loose with a loud whistle. All the dogs froze and looked at him. Emery,
Justin, and I did too.

    "Water!" he said to the dogs pointing across to the feeding area,
"Kennel!"

    The whole lot of them walked slowly over to the walled off area,
several of them taking reluctant back glances at Chad. Most of them started
to lap up water from the trough, but Volken and the big tall fawn and white
colored dog that had been dick licking Emery lay down at the edge of the
feeding station and stared at us, licking their own extruding cocks from
time to time.

   "Real fast now Mark," Chad hastened, "That big attractive white and
beige Anatolian Shephard lying by Volken is Flint, Emery's companion. The
brown and gold Leonberger Pushing in between Boris and Decker is Wiley. He
belongs to Justin, or Justin belongs to him. I haven't decided which one is
more appropriate. You can just see Tokki's back on the other side of
Decker, he's mine. You know the others already. You'll get to know the
other three better as the night goes on. Any questions?"

    I shook my head in a negative, making note of the three new dogs.

   "Okay guys," Chad said to us, "Let's have some fun."

   "I'm ready. Fuck yeah! Go for it," We all three blurted out at once.

    Chad laughed at us and we joined in. We all felt at ease now and were
ready for a good time. I was quivering with antici...pation as
Dr. Frankenfurter would say. I was horny, anxious, and nervous, but
everything seemed so right and natural with these three hunks that it
carried over to me. The smell of male sex permeated the room, dog and
human. I was in the midst of so many canine dicks that the recent memory of
how outstanding of a fucking I had gotten from Volken's made me want to get
it again. I wanted it bad, Chad had enlightened me enough that I could deal
with it, knowing that I was surrounded by a group of guys that felt the
same way and carried no shame or remorse for it.

    "Okay Mark," the beefy blond said to me, "Here's what I want to do. I'm
gonna let Volken fucking breed me. Justin and Emery are gonna help. We're
gonna show you how to take a dog cock and not go through the fumbling pain
you had when it started. It hurts, yeah, but if you do it right it's a good
hurt, not the bruising bone stabbing you got at first. It's easier with a
bud to help you out, but once you know how to start the fuck, it's simple
enough to do on your own. You down with it?"

    "I so am," I told him, "I've already had thoughts about how nut
churning hot it would be to see you getting your ass slam fucked by his
cock like I did."

    "Oh man, you're gonna love seeing it," Justin said passionately in his
deep sexy tone, "That dog squirts so much cum when he breeds that you think
it's gonna run out your ears. When he releases his bitch it just gushes
out."

    "I know," I said reaching over and rolling the big man's large right
nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

    "Yeah, I guess you do," he said thrusting his chest out for the
provocative tweaking.

    Chad was giving me that intensely sexy grin of his.

    "Em, get a syringe of lube and some towels," the hairy blond said,
"Justin, get the poppers and jerseys. Mark if you would get me one of those
short stools, I'd appreciate it."

    The three of us split away from him to our assigned chores while he
took one of the blue gym mats lying around the room and positioned it
between the posts so that there would be room for everyone without any of
the posts or other furniture being in the way. I came back to the soon to
be fucked hunk with the stool.  He patted the mat motioning for me to sit
down by him. A thought suddenly crossed my mind.

    There were these mats. And there were the stools, bench, and ottomans,
and the bean bags, and the cushions. I saw Justin get four bottles of
poppers and a stack of what I assumed were the requested jerseys from the
big cabinet against the wall on this side of the room. I could see Emery
filling a foot long syringe from a plastic bucket on the bathing station
counter. They had all the implements for a full blown dog orgy at hand. And
it was Keith's home. I don't know why I hadn't seen it before, but I wasn't
the kind of person to be suspicious of or nose about in other people's
private business, but all of a sudden I knew. I knew Keith was in on it
somehow. He knew all about the bestiality these guys engaged in and he
obviously approved. They all were so relaxed and at ease here that I knew
it had to be a frequent if not commonly constant event. The dogs were
obviously trained to participate. This was so crystal clear to me that I
felt a bit naïve for not having seen it sooner. Keith wasn't going to
have any problem with me about what happened or about what I planned on
happening tonight. I was totally relieved, knowing I could immerse myself
in hard, wet, ass stretching, cum squirting dog sex and my best friend
would still be my best friend. Justin and Emery joined us on the mat with
poppers, jerseys, lube, and a stack of black towels.

    "Volken," Chad called, "Come here boy."

     The Rottweiler got up and headed our way briskly, his docked tail
stump wagging back and forth. The other dogs all looked our way
expectantly, but since none of them had been called, they went back to
their cock licking on themselves or a close lying friend.

    "They like a little foreplay," Chad said to me rubbing Volken's chest
and belly, "It gets them excited and horned up. Just do what you would
normally do when you play with a dog, but add in some ball sack teasing and
sheath stroking."

    Chad proceeded to do just that. He stroke the rottie all over, he
caressed his nuts, he ran his hand back and forth over the hairy sheath
with its protruding red cock and even wrestled with the big dog. Volken's
rod began to emerge even more and several times he attempted to mount Chad
from his sides.

    "Volken's a horny fucker," Chad went on explaining to me, "They all
have their own personalities. My dog, that big blocky Bullmastiff licking
his pud, likes some mouth action before he fucks. You saw Justin blowing
him when you came in. They all have quirks just like we have our jockstrap
fetish. I like the way your strap rides up over your waistband by the way,
that's fuckin' hot."

    "It sure as hell is," Justin added.

    "You guys and your jockstraps," Emery laughed, "Mark, they wear the
jocks so that when they cum it catches their jizz and the dogs don't get it
all. You watch, at the end of the night the two of them will be trading
straps and sucking the crusty and gooey remains out of the pouches."

    "No fuckin' shit?" I burst out enthusiastically, "I wanna be in on
that!"

    "I'll trade with you stud," Justin said looking at me lustily.

    "It'll have to be a three way pass around," Chad said chuckling as he
continued to push Volken around and getting pushed back by the bulky dog,
"You're in the minority here it looks like Em, but don't worry we'll make
sure your ass gets wrecked enough to make you scream and walk funny
tomorrow. But I get Mark's strap. I'm the one that found him, fairs
fair. Okay, he's ready. The reason I know that Mark, is because his rod is
starting to spurt pre-cum almost constantly. Lube me up Em."

    Chad snagged one of the shirts and slipped it on. It was a heavy cotton
rugby jersey that hung down below his strapped ass cheeks. The sleeves were
cut out. It couldn't be for anything other than to keep the dog's claws
from scratching him up, and the jerseys were stored in Keith's cabinet,
another affirmation of my suspicions. Justin handed him a bottle of poppers
and the blond hunk rested his chest on the one foot high vinyl padded
stool, presenting his ass to Emery while Justin held Volken, stroking his
sheath lightly. The dog was lunging to get at the exposed hairy butt. I
knew how he felt. But I had a for sure feeling that I would get it in due
time.

   The little muscle hunk went to put the end of the syringe to Chad's ass
and I caught his hand.

    "Just a sec," I said, as they all looked at me in puzzlement.

    I knee walked up to Chad's backside and stuck my face in his furry
crack, spreading it wide open with a hand on each hard cheek. I ran the
bottom of my tongue down until I was past his perineum. I stuck my tongue
out as far as it would go, passing the juncture of his ass straps with the
mesh pouch, I ran the tip of my tongue in the pouch and around the back of
his nut sack. I tasted leather and felt around with my tongue tip coming to
the conclusion the guy had on a cockring. I kept my tongue all the way out
and slathered it back up to the winking hole that was my target. I pressed
as hard as I could with it against the ring and managed to get it far
enough in to taste Chad's essence. I tongue fucked the now clenching anal
bud a dozen times or so and withdrew. As I leaned up still on my knees I
snagged both of the white ass straps and pulled them back, letting them go
with a sharp snap that I knew gave Chad's butt a provocative sting.

    "Go ahead Em," I said to the wide eyed kid as the man moaned on the
stool, "I owed him that and more."

    "Mark, that was super fuckin' hot," the guy said to me as he injected
Chad's twitching ass with the lube, "Whadda I have to do to get you to owe
me man?"

    "Sign me up too," Justin added, now stroking his bulging pouch as he
held Volken.

    "Here Volken," Chad called looking back over his shoulder and winking
at me, "Come get some manhole."

    Justin let go of Volken and the big dog pounced on Chad, mounting his
ass and wrapping his forelegs around the jock's chest. I saw the jock
unscrew a bottle of poppers and start taking deep hits in each nostril. He
recapped the bottle setting it down and hung his head down as the chemical
rush took him.

    "You have to hold your ass up high enough so that the dog's bone
doesn't jamb up against the top side of your anus, but low enough so it
doesn't stab you in the balls or taint. You get to know the right level
with each dog as you do them," Justin explained to me as I watched
completely riveted on the beginning of Chad's breeding.

    Emery reached between Volken's legs and grabbed the dog's hard wet
rod. He turned to look at me, clasping the spraying fuck meat firmly,
aiming it at Chad's lube shiny hairy hole.

    "I'm gonna put the tip of Volken's shaft up against Chad's ass lips and
then let go," he told me, "When you do it on your own, you can easily reach
between your own legs and put the dog's prick to your hole. Most dogs won't
hump and thrust when you have a firm grasp on their dick and your hand
isn't sliding. You can hold it in place to lube your ass if you want, I
like it that way. Chad likes extra lube because he goes wild over the
sloppy sounds when the knot starts forming. It sounds like a sump pump."

    I leaned forward to see the penetration more closely. Justin patted me
on the back and began scratching my shoulder blades lightly and sensuously.

    "FUCK THAT HAIRY HOLE VOLKEN!" Emery yelled letting go of the dog's
schlong.

    The big Rottweiler lurched forward driving his slick shaft up the
target asshole in one powerful surge. It disappeared into the depths of
Chad's ass and the dog's golf ball sized hairy nuts bounced off the
sensitive perineal skin under the suddenly stretched pucker.

    "AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Chad howled, "OH GOD I'M FUCKED!"

    The hunks arms were held out beside him and he had the heels of his
hands jammed into the mat pushing himself back into the haunches of the
rottie. Volken retracted a good six inches of red veiny cock and let loose
pummeling his wet lurid fuck tool into Chad's slicked up hole almost too
fast to follow. The big dog's brawny back end was going a mile a minute. It
was like he was striving to batter his way completely up into the blond
jock's guts cock first. It was savage, ruthless, and unrelenting. If the
thrashing weren't so wet and juicy, I could easily imagine the man's
fuckhole bursting into flames from the rapid friction of the dog's
prick. My jockstrap was getting damp from the steady driblets of dick drip
my engorged pecker was emitting.

    "Mark, get on your back and slide your head between Chad's thigh and
the stool. Look for the lighter purplish rounded area about two inches in
front of the sheath," Justin whispered in my ear.

    "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" the jack-hammered
man grunted with each plunge from the Rottweiler's rutting meat. There was
no way he could meet each of those flying impalements with a butt thrust of
his own, so Chad was just squirming his ass on the swelling dog dong as it
plowed into him. He was obviously relishing the aggressive assault on his
fuckhole.

    I lay down quickly and scooted my head up between Chad's legs like
Justin had suggested. A misting spray of lube and dog pre-cum dampened my
face as Chad's rock hard jock bulge rubbed across it. I stuck my tongue out
and tasted his own leaking nectar in the cotton mesh of his pouch. I could
smell his ball musk, dick drip, and what I assumed was dog cock. Looking up
seeking what Justin had described, I felt the big man start to knead the
hard mound of my own jock bound dick in my shorts. I also felt what had to
be Emery's donkey dick sliding on the side of my stomach pressed down by
his hand leaving a cool wet trail of his man slime on my abs. I saw what I
was looking for.

    It was a whitish band with a maze of little purple and red veins all
through it. It was a rounded bulge at the back that tapered into a dark red
to the front. As I watched in fascination it started to swell. I could hear
an increasing shlurrp, shlurrp, shlurrp sound coming from Chad's wet
clinching asshole above me as I watched Volken's knot form right in front
of my face, constantly getting speckled with a spray of fuck fluids. Every
time it plunge fucked into the hair rimmed hole it came out larger. It
wasn't round. It bulged out on each side of the mottled shaft and was
distended to the bottom of the dog's pounding cock. It started to become
bumpy as it grew. The wet slapping sounds of the fuck became louder and the
smells thicker. Volken's schlong had expanded in girth too as the knot
pulsed bigger and bigger. It rivaled Emery's member now.

    "Oh fuck!" I heard Chad cry out, "He's knotting me! He's making me a
bitch for his fuckin' dog spooge!"

    My lust erected dick throbbed in my jock. My balls drew up tight to my
hot sweaty groin. Justin felt it and stopped fondling my about to explode
prod. I saw the bloated knobby knot ram into Chad's puffy stretched
fuckhole and not come back out. I let the newly found dog cock slut part of
me take over and raised my mouth to Volken's still humping flexure. I
spread my lips around it and ran my tongue around the sinewy ring of jock
asshole. I probed into the juncture as far as my tongue could get with the
rottie bucking against my head and felt the knobby subjugating fuck tool as
it surged even fatter. I licked it as it pulsed and amplified and Chad's
anus spasmed along with it.

    "What the fucking hell are you doing Mark?" the dog knotted hunk moaned
out, "It's driving me insane!"

    I wriggled out from underneath him, chewing on his jerking jocked cock
as I passed.

    "Fuck! FUCK! FUUUUUCK!" he yelled, "That's intense!"

   I stood up in front of Chad and looked down at the luscious dog fucked
stud. Volken was slowing his humping and the man was writhing on the
embedded knot like a whore that hadn't had any for years. Emery knelt on
his right side back by his butt stroking Volken's back as he lay across his
bitch man. Justin was back on his heels to my left, knees spread wide,
using the heels of both hands to stroke his cock in its shiny wet black
mesh covering. Emery crawled around the mated pair to squat at Chad's left
by his head, stroking his hard obscene porn star rod.

    Volken raised his head and began to pant deeply with his tongue hanging
out dripping drool down on his male fuckhole's neck. I knew what was
coming. I took a step backward.

    "Hey Chad," I called out to him.

    He looked up at me with his sex glazed icy blues, breathing
rapidly. Justin and Emery looked up at me too.

    "Check it out," and I dropped my navy blue athletic shorts, went to my
knees and put my red jockstrapped, butt-plugged ass right in front of his
face just as the Rottweiler's cock gushed the first wad of his breeding
seed up Chad's knot tied hole.

    "SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTT!  FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! I'M CUUUMMMIIIIIING!" he
yelled planting his hands on the back of my thighs and shoving himself hard
back on the spewing dog cock with its throbbing knot.

    I wrenched myself loose from his grasp and kicked the shorts off my
feet. I spun around on my knees and yanked my rampant dick out the side of
my jock pouch. I seized the blond locks on each side of Chad's head in my
hands and shoved my dripping fuck stick in his orgasm opened mouth. The
first thick wad of my own climax coated his throat as I rammed my cock past
his tonsils.

    "Swallow my fucking cum you dog fucked hairy stud!" I cried out
lecherously, face fucking the cum spasming man as animalistically as Volken
had banged his ass.

    Chad jerked and moaned in ecstasy grinding his prostate bump on the
huge knot in his dog cum bred ass as he attempted to swallow the load that
I was firing off in his mouth and throat. He was sucking like a vacuum
cleaner but my pent up spew was so heavy it oozed out the corners of his
mouth.

    "FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" Emery yelled out rising up on his knees jerking his
ten inch monster cock with both hands, "I'M GONNA NUT!  I'M GONNA PAINT
YOUR PRETTY FAGGOT DOG BITCH FACE CHAD!"

    I saw Justin, now behind EM, with his hefty dick in hand, now out the
side of his pouch too. He grabbed the kid by his narrow hips and slammed
his prong up the muscle boy's ass in one fuck lunge.

    "Take my fuckin' cock Emery," was all the big man said as he brutally
screwed the guy's tight little muscle butt.

    "AAAAHHHGG! GODDAMN! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" the boy-man screamed in pain
loud enough to wake the dead, "I'M FUUUCKIN' CUUUMMMMMIIIING!"

    A huge wad of man cream shot out of his long hard pole and plastered
Chad's nose. It was followed by four more blasts of thick creamy cock snot
that covered the whole side of the knot tied jock's face. It slowly slid
down onto my still hard dick and Chad's cheek to his chin, where it dripped
off in gobs to the mat. Emery gushed out three more wads of his seed in my
pubes as his big log slid across the top of my meat and Chad's upper lip
from the fuck pounding Justin was giving him. Volken chose that moment to
turn ignoring us in his breeding of Chad's ass, just as Justin unloaded up
Emery's hole. The sex used stud moaned around my boner.

    "Here it comes," Justin said quietly in the boy's ear, "You want it or
you want to eat it?"

    "Fuck it in me Justin!" he said loudly, and then yelling "BREED MY
FUCKIN' DOG SLUT HOLE!  PLEASE MAN!  I WANT IT!  CUM IN ME!  FUCK ME!  OH
GOD YEAH! SPERM ME UP GOOD!  MAN SLAM MY ASS YOU HOT FUCKER!  FUCK ME!
MAKE ME TAKE YOUR HOT FUCKIN' STUD JUICE!"

    And Justin did just that. He withdrew his eight inch tool completely
from Emery's needy hole and smashed it back in, again, again, again, again,
and one last time. He yanked the little stud's hips hard, cramming his fuck
stick as far up the begging horny kid's ass as it could go. Emery yelled in
agony each time, but he slammed his butt back just as hard as he got
slammed each time too.

    "Oh man, that feels soooooo gooooooooood!" The big butt fucker said in
his deep lustful voice, "Fuck EM, you sure know how to take cock."

    And we all collapsed to the mat, all except Chad and Volken who were
still in the throes of breeding. I could see the Rottweiler's asshole above
his jock bitch's ass. I saw it clinch as he squirted another charge of dog
nut juice into his current cumhole. Chad moaned his acceptance of the
breeding. He wasn't working his ass on the huge canine knot filling his
fuck chute any more. I slid around and looked underneath him. A small
puddle of his jizz pooled on the mat under his still hard cum gooey jock
encased dick and a string of cum ran from the mesh pouch to the puddle.
Another pool of thinner wet dog cum was on the mat between the guy's golden
haired fuck spread thighs. The insides of those luscious sexy thighs were
wet from all the canine juice that had leaked out around his knotted
hole. I saw Justin on the other side checking out the drippings too.


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