Date: Fri, 22 Feb 2008 16:13:24 -0600
From: charles Turner <cbru49@gmail.com>
Subject: Home Again: Going to Work 14

Warning! Warning!  What follows is a story of dog on male sex,
dominance,Homo-sexuality, 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 the present time; from this point
onward I hope this will be the story of Chase and TP.  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 14

When Bob learned that I had popped TP's cherry he insisted that he be
allowed to add a larger triangle that would hold all three of my initials.
I hadn't thought of marking TP that way since I had the plan to implant the
GPS chip in place.  The ownership that a triangle containing my initials
running into the rim around his ass implied was too much to resist, I
okayed the idea.

When I realized that there were only to be three small triangles with Sean,
Ivan and Halsey's initials I wondered what had kept me from allowing my
dog/boy from experiencing more dog/dick and different fucking styles. We
were to attend a Christmas Eve Party at Dr. Dick's farm and a week later a
New Year Eve's party at Albert's.  I vowed to get my slave bred by more
studs before his winter vacation was over.  Watching Bob fill in the
dog/dick pink triangles with nipple brown outlines and letters, Terry and I
discussed the coming parties and the fact that Albert had hired Bob to
apply dog portraits to any of his guests that asked.  There were to be
other attractions, a man that gave high colonics to men and dogs, a number
of different farm animals that were used to men using them and Terry was
going to be overseeing a booth where anyone could brand their lover or
slave.  This wild array of fantasy fulfillment was an annual tradition at
Albert's New Year's Eve parties, Rosey had prewarned me that Dr. Dick and
Albert were planning on putting on a show with two black stallions and him
at midnight on New Year's Eve; Rosey wasn't certain what he was expected to
do, but with two healthy stallions he would be ready for anything.

I wondered how many people Albert invited to the party, to keep a flow of
people around the booths? He would need a couple hundred.  Where could he
find that many people into their animals?  Terry didn't have any idea how
many were invi-ted, but Albert had told Bob to be prepared to do a dozen
tattoos at least.  He didn't know how many brands to expect, but he knew
that there was always a few guys that wanted to brand their slaves and an
occassional idiot that wanted to brand their animal companions or lover.
Having seen a boy branded when Rafa and I were in Mexico the idea had no
appeal for me, the scent of burning flesh is not sexual in the least.
Trying to put a number to the quantity of new people and dogs we would be
meeting in the next week I let my mind wander to debating how many studs TP
could take in an evening.  When I went that far I knew that wasn't what I
wanted from my slave or for him, I want him to enjoy quality not
necessarily quanity. That's not to say twelve inches can't be quality, or
that getting gang-banged by the right group might not be an experience to
remember, but I wanted only the best for TP, no wanna-be's.

Terry and Bob left shortly after TP was tattooed.  There wasn't much we
could do that night with TP trying to recouperate from Bob and Terry's
artwork, however the four of us enjoyed dumping cum in TP's mouth and Ivan
and Sean competed with TP to get as much of my piss as possible.  I'm
rather proud to say that my dog/boy was pushy enough to get more than his
third in and on him.  Ivan and Sean had to settle for licking him clean and
dry. A treat that had TP shooting cum out of his new sheath over his chest.
If TP and the hounds had not been enjoying themselves so much I might have
dived in to lick up that sweet boy cum, it had been too long since I'd
enjoyed the fresh sweet taste of my slave's cum.  I promised myself I would
get a load the next morning before I had my coffee, not thinking about it
being Sunday.

Even though TP could speak to me on Sundays and tell me what he wanted he
had never gone as far as denying me anything I suggested or ordered.  A few
mornings he had bartered being used as his initials implied before giving
me what I wanted.  Later, on the nights when I was alone, I would think
about how far we had come since that first afternoon and would wonder
whether TP was training me or I was training him.  It seemed that he was
trying to get me prepared to give him what he said was his only unfulfilled
fantasy, I tried to instill other fantasies in his mind and widen his
horizons but it seemed we regularly came back to the most powerful of them
all, eating my shit.  Not his own which he went for almost automatially
when a dick was removed from his ass, dog or human he didn't care as long
as it still had the taste of his ass and shit on it.  I was still
conflicted about that, I loved watching TP lick the shit off my dick and
often worked his mouth until I came a second time, still I knew I shouldn't
be encouraging him to eat shit.

All the angst I was suffering about shit and TP's well-being lets you know
that I really am a young top in a new situation.  A couple of my lovers had
treated me roughly, but not quite like a full slave.  How I should feel as
the top in this relationship eludes me.  Should I be happy at seeing my
slave suffer?  Does making him move beyond his own self-imposed boundaries
mean we are growing at the same pace?  Do I really need to fulfill all his
desires, even those that push my boundaries?

Monday morning about an hour before lunch the phone rang and Bryan Paul
wanted to know if I still needed him to do the welding job I'd spoken to
him about earlier in the month.  I had spent an unusual amount of time
looking for people that would decorate my dog/boy as I wanted.  Bryan was
the fifth generation owner of a repair shop sitting by the river that
promised to fix anything broken.  The Pauls had always been rebels, having
their business outside the city limits allowed the family to do as they
pleased without worrying about their neighbors.

When the Pauls first moved onto the land there were three different groups
attempting to establish agarian utopias in the area.  The Pauls were never
too influenced by the three societies but they permitted the young members
a get away along the river where they could play and swim.  Like many of
their predecessors the Pauls had moved to the area because the state had
promised not to enact laws governing personal behavior and beliefs in the
six counties that bordered West Virginia.  Two of the societies had moved
here from upper New York where the weather had made their profession of
naturalism difficult much of the year.

Bryan's great-great grandfather returned from the War between the States
full of a desire to change his world.  For a while he explored what the
societies around him were attempting to grow but the discipline necessary
to live among a few hundred people and not raise Hell was too much.  By the
end of the first year back he was ejected from all three groups.  Through a
coincidence many of the townfolk hinted wasn't a coincidence at all, a few
days after he was ejected from the third group his grandfather who lived on
the family land was killed by a stray shot that had been meant for a deer.
The war veteran settled down on the family plot and began fixing wagons and
various other items people brought out from town to get fixed while they
mixed with the youth from the societies that he continued to allow to use
the natural beach for swimming and playing.  The half mile of beach was the
only time the societies and townfolk mixed as equals, whether in rebellion
or lewdness during the war there had been posted a sign forbidding clothing
on the beach.  The veteran denied posting the sign but spent hours each day
walking along the beach enforcing the prohibition.

Bryan had tried telling me the history of the beach and how his family had
main-tained the rights of every American to socialize and swim naked
through periods of oppression and some great acceptance like the 1960's.
The family house had never been too close to the beach and most of the Paul
women had demanded that visitors to the house wore clothing, but Bryan's
mother had been a child of the 60's and most clothing meant oppression to
her.  Like all the Paul men before him, Bryan was an only child that was
allowed to run free on the land with no restrictions.  I can't go back and
ask any of his ancestors, but I imagine seeing as much free sex as he did
as early as he did influenced his feelings about what may be right and
wrong. His mother's hippie background also could be part of it.  Bryan
stretched the prohibition against wearing clothes from the beach to every
part of his land except the small corner of land where the repair shop sat.
He himself seldom wore any clothing in the shop other than heavy boots and
an apron that protected him from flying sparks and hot metal when he was
welding.

I had heard rumors that Bryan would brand a human slave if the price was
right and wondered if he would be manning the booth on New Year's Eve.
What I wanted him to do was much more pedestrian.  I had asked Bryan to
weld a link collar around TP's neck.  He generally wore an old choke collar
that I had used training some of the dogs and could pull tight around his
neck when need be, but I seldom needed the collar and wanted to exchange it
with a visible sign of slavery.  What had been done so far were signs that
would only be seen if TP was naked, I knew he wanted something that would
be visible for the world to see.  I had bought a stainless steel link chain
that I had been trying to find someone to weld when I found Bryan.

I had hoped that Bryan would bring his portable welder to the trailor and
do the job there, but after studying the chain he told me he would need his
full size machine and that we would need to come to him.  The idea of
leading TP into the repair shop drerssed only in sheath and tail where he
might be seen by anyone from town was exciting.  It was a huge risk, the
zoo community attached to the university had tried to remain invisible for
two generations and here I was flaunting my slave.  I debated allowing TP
to dress before we left the house but decided I wanted a 'straight dude' to
see my dog/boy.  When we arrived there was a sign saying the shop was
closed but the lights were still on and I could see Bryan moving around
inside.

"Come on.  Didn't figure you'd much want to have a bunch of my customers
around. But I didn't figure you'd be bringin him in here quite like that."

"That's the way he lives, if he's with me.  He can hide the fact he's a
dog/boy when he's on his own, but not around the house or anywhere we go."

"What's that mean?  Does he act like a dog or does he fuck dogs or does he
let dogs fuck him?  I've been watching people have sex since I was five or
six, but I never saw a boy on his knees doing a dog."

By what he was saying I guessed that Bryan wasn't going to be doing the
branding the next week.  The idea of having TP bust his visual cherry was
intriguing.  I thought it was a shame I hadn't brought Ivan or Sean with
me.  "TP is still in training, he is learning to act like a dog and to let
any dog I okay to mount him.  He's only had a couple so far, but he's
coming along."

"Fucking Hell!  How many dogs you let fuck him?"  Bryan was getting real
excited, I had seen him hard before but he was drooling enough precum to
cover his entire cock.

Bryan and I had never discussed his sexuality, I'd heard rumors that he is
bisexual but didn't think too much about it.  I'm not quite sure why, he's
a good looking man with a hard body and a beautiful brown dick that hangs
down over his balls. Now that he was hard I understood his appeal to many
men, espec-ially size queens, his dick stretched down his leg, threatening
to reach his knees and had thickened to twice it's size soft.  If TP hadn't
been at my side I would have propositioned Bryan, offering anything he
might want.  "TP hasn't had a dog yet today, sorry that I didn't bring one
of my wolfhounds, he would have given you the show you've been missing."

"I have a big stud in the other room.  Let's watch them fuck and then I'll
weld his collar for free."

I didn't have to think about it long once Rat walked into the room and took
an interest in the 'other dog' in the shop.  "Has he ever had human ass?"

"Don't really know.  Rat's been accused of harrassing some of the male
swimmers, if he nailed them I didn't hear it."  There was a look in Bryan's
eyes that said he hoped that the big stud had done more than sniffed or
licked an asshole.

"How big's he get?"

"Never really measured it, but seems about ten inches with the knot."

"Hold his collar for a minute.

"TP, lick his balls."  If it had been me on the floor I would have gone for
the man's balls, but TP was trained to go for the dog's, plus he had never
been told to take another man.

"Now suck them."  No matter what Bryan said, I thought Rat had been with
some-body before.  He responded to a tongue on his balls without pulling
away, only a dog that had experience would stand still for that.  Rat had
about four inches of dick sticking out of his sheath without any swelling
when I asked Bryan for something TP could use to brace himself.  TP had
barely laid down on the green and purple ottoman when Rat shook Bryan's
hand off the collar and jumped on TP"s back.  I had faced TP looking away
from where Bryan and I had been standing behind a tool chest, Bryan stepped
back from his dog and was leaning against the chest high metal stand, his
hard thick cock swaying to an unhearable beat and throbbing with the
excitement of watching my dog/boy under what I took to be a Cheasepeake Bay
Retriever mix.

It wasn't that I didn't care what was happening to TP, I was just more
inter-ested in the cock pointing at me.  I had been scrupulous about not
allowing TP to see me with a dog or with a man since the first week of
lessons, my need, desire, readiness to suck Bryan's cock made me forget
about nearly every promise I had made to myself about remaining the top TP
could respect.  Why I thought getting excited enough to suck a cock by
watching him take a dog's dick would lose his respect, I don't know.  TP
had watched me suck dick before he ever arrived at my door, human and dog,
so it wasn't like he thought of my mouth as virgin.  And it was a good
thing I wasn't, Bryan knew how to fuck a throat and went for it as soon as
my lips closed around his shaft.  I had stayed close enough to TP and Rat
so that I could fondle the dog's balls with one hand and Bryan's with the
other.

For however long it took for me to draw the cum out of Bryan's balls I was
lost to the world.  I heard nothing, saw nothing and only slightly reacted
when Rat and TP nuzzled between my legs to share the taste of my dick and
balls.  If I hadn't been carried away with the tasty meat in my mouth I
might have worried about the slight growls I heard coming from Rat, but
nothing was more important at the moment than swallowing every searing drop
of cum Bryan was shooting down my throat.  Only when Rat burrowed under me
enough to get his tongue to my ass-hole and TP had me fully engulfed in his
mouth did I allow myself to orgasm and spew sperm on his tongue.  I hard
barely allowed Bryan's cock to slip from my mouth when he had TP moving to
an empty space where he did his welding.  I was still dripping cum which
Rat eagerly slurped up.

I sat with my arm around Rat watching Bryan weld the chain in place.  If I
hadn't just cum in TP's mouth I would have been ready when I saw Bryan lift
the short lead that led to the collar and easily move TP around the shop
floor.  Excited by the scene? I hadn't pulled my pants back on, when Bryan
handed me the chain he moved to my side and roughly felt both globes of my
ass with his right hand.

"Gotta save some for the wife or I'd happily plow the back forty.  Haven't
had a parcel like that in some time."

I don't know whether embarrassment or the thought that I needed to return
to the shop crossed my mind first.  It didn't much matter, I was certain I
would return to give Bryan everything he had in mind.  There wasn't a doubt
in my mind that he intended to include Rat in whatever we did.