Date: Sat, 22 Sep 2007 07:12:04 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Pound Dog Pound, Part One" by Jay Roberts     Bestiality

+++++Do not read this story if you are under 18.  Do not stay if bestiality
offends you.  All other bad folks....stay.


I am twenty years old. I go by the ordinary name of John. I only have a HS
education so it is against everyone's prediction that I would never amount
to anything.  Well, they were wrong.  I invented a household gadget and the
patent was bought out two months ago by a large national company for two
million dollars.  Hah to you Uncle Fred who said I'm a bum.

Well I am going to be a bum for awhile.  My plan, buy a small cabin in
upper New York State and just vegetate.  Who knows, I may come up with a
new gadget.

Two weeks searching for the perfect place turned up a beauty.  It's near
the Canadian border, it's a real luxury log cabin with three bedrooms,
science kitchen, state of the art fireplace of matched stone, all
furnishings come with it.  The rich folks who owned this have about three
other houses and they just tired of this one.  Oh to be really rich.

I spent one night there, just to get acquainted.  It was perfect.  The
night sounds were beautiful and the morning so clear and still I almost
cried.  The only thing this place lacked was.....a dog.  Yeah, man's
friend.  When I got back to the City I visited the local dog pound.  This
was a slack time for them.  They only had about ten dogs to chose from.
The choice was easy, Charlie picked me and I couldn't say no.  Charlie was
a taffy-colored Labrador.  He was only three years old and had been in the
pound for one week.  I got the story from the director that he had been
brought in by a young man about my age because he was unruly and couldn't
be trained.  Unruly in the woods wouldn't make any difference.  They gave
me the name and phone number of the previous owner, a Jesse Halper.

Charlie was on best behavior when I signed the papers.  He sat up on his
haunches and looked noble.  When I said, "Then he's mine?  They said yes,
Charlie came over and licked my hand. "What a big tongue you have," I said
quoting "Little Red Riding Hood".  He also managed to soak my hand.

He was on leash, but it hardly seemed necessary, it was slack and he heeled
perfectly.  I wondered what was Jesse's problem.  We headed for the Pet
Store to get food for my friend and other equipment.  Charlie was very sure
of what he wanted.  He picked out one brand and flavor of food and got
grouchy if I tried to put a different one in the cart.  "Okay, you win."
Then I choose a nice pillow for him to sleep on.  He took it in his mouth
and tossed it back on the pile.  "Okay, no pillow for you," for I guessed I
would have a bed companion.

The last item was a pooper scooper.  Of course it wasn't necessary with all
the woods I owned around the cabin, but still in the city in would be
useful.  But Charlie got all agitated.  He barked and threw it back near
the rack.  It wasn't until later that I found out what this was all about.
What a strange dog, he pissed outside but never shit there.  He took
newspaper in his mouth and threw it on the floor.  He had one big load
every night that I'd find in the morning, on the newspaper, square in the
middle.  What a character.

We drove up to the cabin together.  I drove, naturally, but this dog seemed
intelligent enough to share the driving.  Maybe I was getting a little
nuts.

We stopped for to eat twice on the road and I discovered that Charlie
really liked to eat hot dogs and hamburgers.  I opened one can of his food,
he ate it, but then added person food afterward.

At the cabin he went nuts with happiness, running around the cabin, running
around inside the cabin, barking and yipping like a nut.  I had to stop
everything and laugh at him.  We were both pooped from the trip and I lay
down on the bed.  Naturally he joined me.  I petted him and he purred,
yeah, he purred like a cat.  He was to reveal many unusual traits, but so
far he was not disobedient as this former owner Jesse had said.  I decided
to call him as soon as I was settled.

I woke up about two hours later, Charlie was still on his back, breathing
easily.  I think he was smiling.  Oh no, I'm getting cabin fever.  I shook
him and he gave me that "no school today look".  But when I suggested food,
he perked up and went into the kitchen and brought me a can of his food.
"What, can't you use a can opener yet?"  He frown at me, at least it seemed
that way.  Can dogs frown?  Charlie seemed to have a catalog of
expressions, including, I would learn, passion.

After diner I turned on the TV.  I didn't have complete control over the
selection as Charlie hated some of the programs and I had to flick around
to find one he liked.  Was I now turning mad, slowly, controlled by a dog?
I cracked open a beer.  It turns out that Charlie likes beer and gets a
slight buzz on from it and is somewhat unpredictable when he is high.  I
got a sample that night, as you will learn.

I turned my back getting undressed.  Yeah, Charlie was so....human, I felt
shy being naked as I usually slept.  Of course he was naked, always naked.
I slipped into bed and Charlie stretched out along side me, over the
blankets, of course.  It felt nice, almost as if I had a girl to share the
bed.  I fell into a deep sleep until, by the clock, it was five in the
morning.  During the night Charlie had apparently slipped under the covers
to get warm, the air was really chilly during the night.  His warm furry
body against my front was stimulating.  Now you really think I'm a perv,
but I got heavy wood from it.  I think he felt it.  How could he not, it
was sticking him on his side?  He got up and hunched over my thighs forcing
me onto my back, my cock now sticking up like a periscope.  He proceeded to
lick it.  He had a soulful expression on his face as he attended to what he
deemed his duty.  Jesse must have taught him this, bless Jesse, it felt
fabulous, but I did wonder what I was doing this for.

I began moaning slightly.  Charlie looked up at me and, I swear, smiled.  I
began slightly humping into his tongue bath.  Remember his great sized
tongue, bath mat size that never missed any portion of my prick and also
balls.  He had me in his power, I was limp with pleasure, but I think
Charlie decided that I was too unoccupied.  He slowly wheeled his body
around until his back legs were on either side of my waist, his red,
lipstick like penis extended along his belly.  What else could I do?  I'm
not selfish.  I took hold of it and wanked him slightly.  Charlie liked
that and began that weird purring.  In a few moments he was beginning to
hump slightly and my own hips were now rising and falling in a sort of fuck
motion.  "Hey Charlie, I think I'm going to cum."  You see how nuts I was?
Why did I have to tell him?  But he gave a couple of yips.  I think he was
telling me that he also was reaching his climax.  Yeah, he began spraying a
thin stream, but the good boy didn't stop he, shall we call it a blow job,
on me.  Shit is was a blow job, maybe the best I every had.  I let out a
yell as my orgasm over took me.  I spooged mightily and kept delivering the
goods for a full minute.  Charlie drank his milk like a good dog.  Finally
both our climaxes were over and we fell back for a nap.  No cigarettes,
neither of us smoked.

We had a great breakfast, then we walked for several miles looking over the
property.  It was outstanding, full of pine trees and other timber.  I bet
the value of the trees was more than I paid tor the place.  This purchase
was a bargain because there aren't many people who wanted a luxury cabin in
the woods near the border.  I think it was worth at least three times what
I paid, but I probably would never find a buyer like me, if I ever wanted
to sell it.

Charlie was a good small game hunter, but he never killed anything.  He
seemed to want to show that he could do it, then let the rabbit or small
bird loose.  What a character.

Back at the cabin I used my cell phone to call this Jesse.  He sounded kind
of gay.  Charlie heard him through the phone and barked at him.  I guess he
was mad that he had been, what, taken to the curb?

I told Jesse that I had no trouble with Charlie, that he seemed to do
whatever I asked.  Jesse got giggley and asked if Charlie had shown me some
of his special talents.  I said yes, without explaining.  Then he said,
"You know I really miss him.  We were very, very close.  Do you think I
might visit him?"

I told him that I was at this remote cabin near Canada.  He seemed not at
all deterred.  "I am off from college for three weeks.  Suppose I drive my
Jeep up there.  I have one of those Global Positioning devices, I'll find
you two."

He was expected him in about two days.  That night Charlie and I got really
chummy and I lost my cherry although no one knew except Charlie and what
happens with Charlie stays with Charlie.  These are the events of that
night:

Charlie and I had sirloin steak.  He is some expensive date.  After dinner
he picked the TV program he liked and then we put away four beers each.  By
the time we staggered off to bed Charlie was on my lap, and had given me a
doggie lap dance.  It felt pretty good and I was getting really hot.  I
remember the suck off the night before and I went to the bed, got
undressed, no long shy about showing my stuff to him, even though I was in
full mast.  I got in and lay on my back expecting a repeat of the night
before, but Charlie used his strength to get my to turn over on my stomach,
then he pulled and shoved me to get up on my knees and elbows.  Oh, this
promised to be a new sensation as my ass was up in the air and he could
give me a nice rimming.  Rim he did, that rough tongue slipping and
slurping my ass hole, cleaning it perfectly.  Before long I was off in
orbit as he licked the anis, this the ball sac.  I began slightly fucking
the air when he put his big paws on either side of my waist and pushed at
my ass hole.  "What are you doing?  Keep your cock away from my ass hole.
I don't do that stuff."

Do you think he listened?  No.  He had me in a death grip.  I tried to
clamp my ass hole so he couldn't enter but he began licking my ears and I
am very sensitive there.  Before I knew it, my ass hole had opened up and
was spasming and puckering, welcoming his long red cock inside.  He took
the advantage and slid in.  He immediately began a fast fuck motion.  It
was sending me into fuck heaven even though I tried to resist.  I was his
bitch, his girly boy fuckee and there was nothing I could do about it.  But
I would not admit it yet that I loved every minute.  This was the strongest
sexual experience I had ever had.  Poor Charlie was out of his dog mind
with pleasure, he was dripped from his mouth on my back and his sing- song
loud purring was in my ears.  His haunches were a blur as he dog-fucked me
with increased speed and power.  Suddenly my head reared up.  I screamed
with the power of my oncoming orgasm.  Charlie gripped tighter and he
sprayed my innards with his searingly hot spooge.  My first cum propelled
itself to hit my mouth and I licked my lips, eating my own cum.  It was
followed by several shots landing on the sheets.  I shook the beast off me.
We both fell into an unconscious sleep.

The next thing I remember is a flutey voice saying, "So you're John, the
dog boy.  You are one fine hunk, I had no idea."

I guess I am pretty hunky, six reet, gym toned, brown eyes and heavy brows,
cute nose and generous mouth.  My best feature is my tumbling, messy curly
brown hair.

The voice was Jesse's I figured, here a day early.

End Part One


Don't put your clothes on yet, stay up for Part Two