Date: Mon, 3 Dec 2007 23:43:31 -0600
From: charles Turner <cbru49@gmail.com>
Subject: Home Again: Going to Work 12

Warning! Warning!  What follows is a story of dog on male sex, dominance,
homosexuality, watersports and various other alternative sexual practices.
If it is illegal in your area to read about this close the page and write
your congressperson.  If you are disturbed by this type of activities I
hope you find something more to your tastes elsewhere.  This is the
continuing tale of Dan, Rafa, Cho, Sean and Ivan, various other dogs and
people and is within a few months of present time.  This set of the story
will probably end about the middle of June, once I have finished them I
will add what has happened in June through November if I don't return to
writing my other stories.  As I've stated before, I will allow those that
wish to believe this is fiction to do so but I will attempt to tell the
story the best I can remember it happening.

Going to Work 12

I was unable to hold off as long as I would have liked.  Sean had turned to
tie with 'Daisy' and my slave worked with every muscle in his jaws and face
to get my load of cum and then begged for a piss chaser.  I didn't believe
that he was still anxious for more, but when I let Ivan out of the house
'Daisy' knew exactly what I wanted to see and attached his mouth to the
dog's ass and tried to worm all three inches of tongue inside.  I couldn't
doubt if I had him continue rimming the dogs that they would soon be
begging to be mounted too.  After all Cho had done them both and what
better way was there to have your cherry burst?

When the alarm clock sounded the next morning there was already an eager
tongue probing me.  Groggy from a late night I scrunched up on my knees and
let the ripples of pleasure gradually energize me.  School which is usually
my first thought of the morning seemed very far away and when I remembered
that there weren't to be classes because of the holiday there was nothing
more to do than grab my butt cheeks and allow my slave better access to his
favorite treat.  I'm not totally self-absorbed, after a few minutes of
tongue worship memories of Keith being humped by Ivan and Sean caused a
smile to cross my face and the desire to dump cum and piss in his mouth to
overwhelm the beauty of an ass licking.

"Go make us some coffee and let the dogs out. We need to sort out what you
and I are going to do this weekend and then talk about your request to move
in full time."  When Keith returned from the kitchen with the coffee and
the morning paper his five inches were still sticking straight out, looking
almost uncom-fortable in their redness.  "Kneel over my chest and jack off.
Put on a per-formance for me, make me believe that there is nothing in the
world that you think is more fun than playing with your dick and then find
out that you have a hole between your legs that will take your fingers."

He was soon fully captivated by the show he was putting on and wouldn't
have heard me if I had given him another order.  Drinking coffee and
watching the boy that was becoming real important to my happiness try to
please me in new ways not only felt right but exhilarating.  I don't like
sweet coffee or, well you know where I'm going.  Less than three seconds
after giving him permission to shoot my slave bathed my chest in his honey.
He was still panting when I pulled his head to my chest and told him to
lick it up.  The look on his face and in his eyes let me know that I had
finally found an activity that he wasn't happy to perform for me.  There
didn't seem to be any eagerness or happiness in him as he did as ordered.

"It's not Sunday but you can talk this morning.  What are your plans for
Thanks-giving day?"

We were soon sorting through the myriad options and Keith asked to be
allowed to go to the bathroom.  It was part of his training that I had
taken control of when he was allowed to piss and shit.  That morning I was
sure he still had a reservoir of dog cum needing to be released.  More
importantly I had a mental glimpse of his innocence and wondered if he had
never tasted his piss, just like his cum.  Me, I'd tasted my own piss long
before I let Griff take my cherry and had regularly drank it in the years
afterwards when I was deprived of another dick.  Keith was going to see it
as a punishment and I would soon add it to the short list of items that I
could use to discipline him.

I've been striving to clear out the possessions that remind me of my days
as a student, but there are still a few things in every room that belong in
my past.  On a chest in the bedroom I had deposited a yard and
occassionally wondered what I would do with it.  Laying on the bed with
Keith needing to piss I saw an excuse to use it one more time.  I knew that
some time I would not only be making him drink his own waste, but there
would be days that he would piss his pants for me and shower himself in boy
gold.  However that morning I had only one desire and when he returned from
the commode and clearing out the remnants of his first experience with my
dogs he had his hot piss waiting to drink, not quite as much as he'd left
with me.  I remembered teenagers' piss as being the champagne of piss and
indulged myself in a taste of his fluid waste.  He truly is an excellent
vintage.

At learning what was expected of him, Keith thought the permission to speak
included the permission to reject and order.  Only when he learned how
serious I was and the consequences he would suffer if he refused a second
time did he raise the yard to his lips.  That first drink was a small sip,
but it was a beginning and a confirmationof what I'd guessed, drinking his
own waste was going to be one of the activities he felt as punishment.  He
is surely a strange young man, he wants to eat shit straight from my ass
and doesn't think of it as punishment but his own pissy, nectar?  "The rest
of the day you are to recycle that.  I don't want to hear about you needing
to piss.  You have the yard to hold your waste and it should keep you from
getting too thirsty today, if not maybe you'll get some of mine or the
dogs'."  Neither Ivan nor Sean were the kind of dog to piss on people, so
if I was going to make him drink their piss he'd have to go chasing after
it.

We spent the day doing normal household activities, dusting, cleaning,
etc. and general housework.  Around four O'clock his father called to
remind him that they would be leaving for his grandmother's house in
Kentucky after his normal Wednesday night meeting of the Klan.  That was
Keith's first acknowledgement of his father's third life, it's no wonder he
is screwed up.  I was to spend T'day with Albert, Dr. Dick and Roosevelt.
The day after Keith, Rosey and I were going to head up to my mother's
house, she was putting off her big dinner to Saturday afternoon.  That way
cousins and aunts and uncles could all show up and have a small reunion,
about eighteen of them and three of us.

I was preparing dinner when the phone rang.  The lady that had taken Cho to
become the alpha stud in her pack was wondering if I'd take care of him for
the weekend.  Two of the bitches were due to have pups and she didn't want
the dad around to interfere.  There wasn't any reason to believe he would
harm the pups, but she didn't want to risk the fighting that was normal
among the females looking for his attention.  I was shocked and sooooo
thankful that I offered to go pick him up right after dinner. I was going
to have everything a young zoo could imagine for thanksgiving, a slave his
favorite dog and a warm home and friends to share dinner.  My hopes were
running high and with Keith gone I'd be alone to see if the big dog
remembered my love and ass.

I was in such a hurry that I almost forget to soak Keith's jockstrap with
fresh piss, a deeply personal practice that we had agreed would always
precede his visits with his father.  I didn't even wait for Anstieff to
arrive, Keith was still washing dishes when I pulled out of the driveway.
What could have made me happier or in more of a rush, I don't know.  It
wasn't until I was almost to his new home that I realized that there was no
way that Keith and Rosey were going to not see me enjoying the one dog that
I can say I love.  If that changed matters between the three of us, so be
it.  I still wanted to be Keith's master but subbing for Cho was an honor
and privilege that I couldn't pass up on even if it was temporary.

We weren't evenout of the driveway before Cho had his head in my lap
pushing against my balls.  I drove down the road about a mile before I
undid my jeans and let him get at what he seemed to want.  We drove the
forty-five minutes to the trailor with him either licking, dick, balls or
trying to get at my ass.  If I'd had to drive another ten minutes I would
have pulled over and run into the woods I was so ready for his big cock up
my ass.  Since he'd left me the biggest thing I'd had was Rosey's dick,
it's respectable, but not half of what Cho can give me.  He raced me
through the house to my bedroom and with his cock and knot sticking out of
his sheath like he hadn't had a piece of ass in all the time he was gone.

It was such a whirlwind that I barely had time to slather a squirt of K-Y
on my hole before he knocked me to the floor and mounted me.  The few
months he'd been without gave me the time to stretch over the bed and bury
my head and shoulders under a blanket.  I got a mouthful of the blanket
that stopped me from screaming as the first six inches of dog dick found a
way to enter me in one push.  Cho wasn't going to give me a break, he
humped the next few inches in and I knew his knot was not far behind.
Within three more strokes I felt the know banging at my assrim and
desperate to enter Cho growled in my ear and tore at the blankets.

Fortunately I wanted it as much as he did and was able to spread my hole
far enough to let him punch his way home.  I'd forgotten how much pain he
caused on entering and had I not been laying on the bed would have
collapsed.  Much to my surprise I felt the first splash of precum hitting
home and as Cho slowed down, a steady stream of cum and piss being released
deep within me.  The first half of fuck number one was done in record time
and when Cho turned over my back I was momentarily afraid he forgot how to
sway from side to side instead of pull but the unnatural action came back
to him and my insides were mastered like he had done every time we'd
fucked.

Twice more during the night Cho pulled me to my knees and jammed his big
cock in my ass like he was the master and I the slave.  The parallel with
the way I treated Keith was inescapable, but not entirely undesirable.  I
don't want a partner that requires me to compromise or be sweet when I'm in
a rotten mood or my ass is sore.  Having Keith as a slave not a lover also
means that if he doesn't like what I want he can hit the road.  That is not
quite the same with Cho, there is no way I'll ever really hit the road, he
means too much to me.

Dinner the next day at Albert's was a bit awkward as Cho had become
extremely protective and possessive after having me again for just one
night and a change that had occurred in the relationship between Roosevelt
and Dr. Dick.  Rather than the sweetness and kindness that usually passed
between them, Dr. Dick was giving orders and rosey was jumping to obey.
Rather than discussing their sit-uation the other three wanted to know
where Keith was and if I had really decided to stick with using the name
Daisy instead of Keith?  It was a fair question, I liked the definition as
a fine example, but I hated the feminine conotations.  All through desert
and after dinner drinks Dr. Dick and Albert tossed ideas back and forth
about new names for my slave.  I really wasn't into the conversation as I
wanted to rush to the trailor and give my ass up to the lover that pushed
against my leg.

I was telling Albert the itinerary for my quick trip north when Dr. Dick
took me aside and said that Rosey wouldn't be going with me, it seemed that
the Doctor was going to put him to work earning two more stars over the
weekend.  Dr. Dick had been requested to check out a trotter's stock at the
Meadows up in Pa.  He knew the owner and had arranged a few hours in
private for Rosey.  I understood why my friend was acting like a slave and
was glad to know that it might be a temporary change.  It would be
difficult to have a slave as a friend and a friend as a slave.

Neither Cho nor I could wait to get back to the trailor, we were not far
from Albert's on a straight clear road when I pulled over and stripped off
my pants, crawled over to the passenger side and knelt in the well so Cho
coould get at my ass.  There wasn't too much space for him to hump and even
less for him to turn.  It wasn't long before Cho had pounded his knot into
my dry ass and was pumping a load of cum that belied the fact that he had
pumped out three hefty loads over night.  Cho had time to build up enough
cum so that when he was done it was leaking out of my ass down my legs and
soaking my balls.  There was nothing that could have relieved the stress of
waiting for Keith to return from being with his father as completely.

A second night with Cho was as pleasant and charged as the first, by the
time the alarm went off the following morning my ass was soooo sore that I
could barely make it to the bathroom to unload.  There was no way I was
going to be able to sit for the hour and a half that it takes to get to my
mother's, yet I was afraid that if I tried riding in the floor well like I
had knelt for Cho I was not going to make it to the farm in one piece.
Perhaps if I switched places with Cho I had a chance, but that would put
his face in Keith's lap; I had not thought about the possibility of sharing
my lover with my slave and that was a tad confusing since I hated sharing
either of them.

Yes, my feelings for Keith were becoming more defined and stronger.  The
time he spent with Ivan and Sean were acceptable to me, but any other time
was not sitting well.  I knew that when I decided that we had a
conversation defining our relationship I was not going to permit him the
freedom that Rosey had in his relationship and considerably less than I
demanded for myself. Why would I demand more for myself?  I wasn't going to
be sucking Keith regularly and I miss a hard cock pumping load after load
of hot cum into my mouth, even if his was the sweetest I've ever had.  Also
only having between four and five inches of dick I wasn't planning on
giving up my ass to my slave, no matter how much I needed topped.  Having
Sean and Ivan to screw me was good, but a man gave me a feeling that all
the dogs in the world can't and Cho was going back to the kennel on Sunday.

I was soaking in a warm bath when Keith arrived back from his trip to his
grand-mother's farm.  I had tried salves and Preparation H and was hoping
that warm water would help, unfortunately there wasn't a lot happening.
When Keith heard why I was in the bath and not ready to jump in the truck
for our trip he suppressed the laugh that tried to break out but was unable
to keep the smile from his face.  Leaning on him to get out of the bath and
letting him pat me dry I wondered about how I was going to travel
comfortably.  When Keith suggested we stop at CVS and get a hemerrhoidal
pillow I had a flash of the gratitude I was coming to have for my slave and
'lover?'.

The ride was easier than I'd thought it might be, I guess people were
shopping and not travelling.  The truck still has good shocks and Keith
tried missing as many of the rough areas as he could.  I had given Keith
permission to speak when he arrived home, I knew that if he didn't speak
while at my mother's there would be a lot of questions that I didn't want
to answer.  We talked about my solution for his desire to move in, he was
to continue travelling home for the weekend and I would go to his apartment
on Wednesday after class and stay until after he went to class on Thursday.
We agreed to try that until after the first of the year and when the next
semester started see what we could do to make a better plan.

The entire ride to my mother's Cho rode between us, he would glance at
Keith once in a while, but for the most part remained unfriendly.  I wasn't
too worried, Cho wouldn't have to share my ass so he'd be okay.  What
neither of them knew was that Saturday before dinner Keith was going to
have the biggest appetizer he'd ever managed.  Ever since I'd gotten the
call that Cho would be with me for the weekend I'd been thinking about the
possibility of taking he and my slave to the stall where all my zoo
activities had started.  I had thought that I would be bottoming for the
Akita, but with as rough as he'd been on my chute I didn't believe there
was much chance of that unless Keith and he were able to work wonders with
their tongues.

When we arrived there was no one at the farm.  I assumed my mother was
shopping or working.  After tossing our bags in the rooom I'd used as a
child I took slave and dog on a tour of the farm, as much to see it for
myself as to show it off.  The idea of walking after the long ride was
delightful until I'd climbed the first hill and my ass began to ache.  I
was walking like a saddle sore cow-boy in town for the first time after a
cattle drive.  Cho ran around like he was a pup instead of a full grown
dog.  Keith rippled with energy, I thought he wanted to run with his
counterpart.

"I've been thinking about us.  This is your first relationship and in many
ways I hope it is the only one you have, but I don't doubt that someday
you'll find someone else.  You have been very forthright with me about your
early desires, desires that I have not been able to completely fulfill.  I
shouldn't say able, more like I haven't convinced myself that I want to
fulfill one of your desires.  You will not have many opportunities like
this, but I want you to kneel at my feet and let me know how satisfied you
are with the way we have been progress-ing."  I didn't give Keith the
chance to speak before he had spent five minutes bathing my asshole with
his healing tongue.

"Sir, you must know that I'm pleased with us the way you have chosen us to
be.  I wouldn't have asked to move in unless I was satisfied with what we
do and believed you will keep me that way.

"Yesterday, my father in all his insanity offered me Halsey if I were to
move back home with him.  Even knowing everything you and Rosey had said
about the Admiral I wasn't tempted.  The lifelong desire I've had to work
on race cars is nothing compared to the need I have to be with you.  The
added benefit of Sean and Ivan help, but are just add ons."  Finished
speaking Keith bowed down and licked the boots I'd worn to traipse through
the fields.  The movement confirmed what I hoped to learn from him, he was
sure he wanted to be my slave not my lover.

"I've been reading about sex slaves and dog boys.  There are a lot of
different variations that could give us guidance.  I've been surprised and
somewhat in-trigued by some of them.  There are therapy dogs, wolf dogs,
pigdogs, pet dogs, toilet slaves, pain lovers, etc.  I'm still learning
about this, Keith.  Have you done any thinking about these matters?"
Although I was asking a question I thought I knew the answer, Keith
probably still wanted to basically to be a pigdog.

"Sir, I'm very happy at this time to allow you to lead me whichever way you
think will please us both the most."  I couldn't believe how deeply into
the character of a slave Keith had gone since the first day we met.  The
boy that had been so insistent on telling me what he needed and wanted was
now a recep-tacle for my needs and desires, happy to bend to my will.  This
amazed me, just as surely as my needs to dominate and use him had increased
and were giving me more pleasure each time we came together.  That was also
a bit scary as I wondered if I would soon be seduced into giving my slave
his darkest desire.

"You will not be my pet.  I don't think owners should be fucking their
pets.  I don't need therapy, don't like the idea of blood games and won't
be disciplining you unless I find a strong need on your part to be beaten.
You have expressed your desire for piss and shit, now the question is, are
you going to become a toilet slave, a pigdog or some variation of the two?
I need you to really think about this, Keith.  Don't give me all the power
to make this decision, if I get it wrong you will be unhappy for a long
time.  Are you happy being a slave or do you want to be a dog?"  It was a
question that had been bothering me.  I knew that he had accepted my
decision to train him as my slave and loved servicing Ivan and Sean, but
did he want to be on their level in my home?

It must have been a question that he either hadn't given any thought or one
that still confused him.  As I looked down on him his head cocked just like
a curious dog making me think that he might just have to make a choice that
was based on his natural tendencies.  Those tendencies were exactly what he
choose, without saying a word he moved behind me and ran his tongue from my
spine to my balls stopping on the way back to probe and massage my sore
hole.  He didn't give me a direct answer, but my choice was obvious since
he didn't bark.  When we got back my mother was waiting on the porch,
impatient at my disappearance.  As in the past she wouldn't allow a full
size dog in her house so Cho was put in Griff's old stall, I had brought
along a few blankets for him so he was off the floor and would be alright.

She tried being as pleasant as she can.  The remainder of the evening was
slightly strained as she tried getting used to me having a 'friend' with
me.  I hadn't known that I'd decided on a name for Keith until I was
introducing him to my mother and the letters TP slipped out.  Asked what
they stood for I simply answered her that that's all they were letters that
had been given him as a name.  My ass spasmed everytime I repeated his name
for the next few days.  He responded well to his new name.  In bed that
night I had my first taste of honey-sweet boy cum for many days and hoped
there was a way I could incorporate sucking him into our play.  Even as he
rimmed me to sleep I was thinking about how I would feel if I gave him the
honest mouthful of shit that he desired and if I did could I ever again
kiss him?

Without an alarm, Sean or Ivan, we overslept.  I had barely stirred enough
to turn onto my stomach when I heard my mother calling.  Starting the day
without a tongue up my ass was enough to remind me that life on the farm
was different than at home.  The house was warm enough to go downstairs
without clothing, in just underwear, but I had long ago learned that my
mother was much happier if I wore pajama bottoms to the breakfast table.  I
think she is much like me in her taste, liking to see a nice chest across
the table but not to be connecting it to sex while eating.

When we walked into the kitchen I knew my mother had been calling so that
TP and I would get breakfast and get out of her way.  She gave TP an
approving glance and snapped at me.  Just what I needed to add to the day
that had started wrong.  TP tried offering his help but my mother hates
anyone in the kitchen when she is baking pies.  Finally she told him to
come back when guests started arriving and she would let him help her
finish up anything that wasn't done.

That was fine with me, I had been stting at the table squirming.  I hadn't
had time for my normal mouth filling morning piss and I needed to go bad.
"We're going to go let Cho out.  Mom, do you need anything from the store
or the barn?"  My father had built her a store room inside the side door of
the barn after she complained about the lack of closets in the old farm
house. I had thought about the store room the night before as I was playing
with TP's tits.  I hoped she still had old plastic clothes pins in the
store room, they are the perfect toy when playing with a novice to pain and
torture.

"Leave the pants at the door, TP."  We were in the barn and I was
determined to rectify the way the day had started, I wasn't going to
torture myself looking at my slave and needing attention.

The dog stall was close to the store room, over the years I had tried out
many of my mother's odds and ends to see what I could do to my body.
That's how I'd learned about the clothes pins.  It's as they are removed
that you really feel the pain, the longer they've been in place the deeper
the sting.  There was many other toys that I'd used to make my butt sting
or tits pulse while Griff or later Cho was mounting me.  "Sit."

TP either didn't understand that the command was meant for him as much as
Cho or didn't believe I wanted him to sit at my feet.  When I ordered him
to sit a second time he sank down as if he was to rest.  I knew that I
wouldn't have to do anything else, Cho was capable of making the slave sit
in the proper manner with just growls and snaps.  While the dog was
correcting his partners stance I went to the storeroom and got the pins I
had hoped would still be there.  When I reentered the stall TP and Cho
looked like a matched pair of pets waiting for their master, me.

I could have spent a lot of time fastening the clothes pins to Tp, but all
I wanted was to punish his tits and make him feel the pain on his balls.
Done, I stood before the pair and alternated spraying boy and dog with the
slowest and softest stream I'd ever managed.  Over the month we'd been
together I had been trying to fight nature and slow down the stream of piss
instead of pushing it harder.  It was quite a rush having dog and boy at my
feet willing to share anything I would give them.

"TP lay down." With the boy on his back in the straw I walked Cho over him
and order my slave to lick his ass.  He had done well with Ivan and Sean
and I had not seen what Cho might do when he was approached like that.  I
was not too surprised when he dipped his snout between TP's legs and formed
a perfect anal sixty-nine.  Both of my partners quickly got erect and
eagerly moved their mouths to each others' dicks when ordered.

All that had occurred that morning had kept me in a constant state of
semihard-ness.  Watching TP sucking and licking at the fifteen inches of
dog dick hanging below Cho raised me the rest of the way.  I hadn't thought
about what I would do with both my partners occupied.  I stood for a few
minutes stroking my dick thinking about pulling Cho's head to my crotch
when the strangest idea came to me, Cho was ready to be mounted.  Where the
idea came from and if it had been evolving over time I can't say, but at
the moment the tip of my dick touched his ass I knew it was the right thing
for all three of us.  TP was tight the first few times I fucked him, but
not him nor any other virgin I'd fucked was as tight as Cho or stood so
quietly to accept me.