Date: Mon, 25 Jul 2005 17:04:35 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: Rick's Anal Ordeal -11

'My life was truly spiraling out of my control', -I thought to myself as
I went into work for another day of getting butt fucked royally by Bud
Ryker, his 3 dogs, and his assistant Tom Willis. My dad was driving me
in, unaware of what my true duties at the farm consisted. He was rambling
on and on about nothing in particular as usual, while I sat in the
passenger seat staring off into space thinking about the amazing night I
spent alone with Bud Ryker in bed.

I truly didn't know what was happening to me. I mean, I knew I still
liked girls. I wasn't a virgin or nothing. I'd fucked a few chicks, and
got my dick sucked a few times, but never really got the full BANG out of
it that I thought I should. Even last night when I was with that "bar
chick" Lorna, whom gave me good head in my dad's car, -having her suck my
cock was nice, but it wasn't until I got with Bud later that same night
did I truly see fireworks. Just the thought of him on top of me, looking
down into my eyes as he moved his cock back and forth right through my
very body had my own cock growing hard in my pants. And the kiss...my
first male kiss, was pure electric soul... (Oh SHit)...
The sound of my dad's voice brought me back to reality. I sat stunned in
my seat, wondering what the fuck was happening to me? Was Willis right?
Was I becoming gay? My every thought was becoming "Bud Ryker", and how
good his cock felt fucking me anally. I frantically looked out the
passenger's side window, desperately searching for female representation
to compare to my attractions with Bud. Just then I saw 2 girls walking
together eating ice cream cones as we passed them on Lincoln's Square,
and nearly broke my neck turning around to see them. Both had beautifully
long flowing straight blonde hair which ended midway down their backs.
They both had terrific figures which they showed off in tight ass hugging
jeans and short belly shirts. One was shorter then the other, but they
could easily pass for sisters. I liked looking at them, however I didn't
have a burning lust to get into their pants, not even when I noticed how
erotically they were licking their cones and giggling at each other. I
had absolutely no desire to fuck them. 'Pussy was great, but dick was
even better' -I thought. I never had a girl do to me what Bud Ryker
could. I never met a female that could stick her cock in me and fuck me
hard until I came all over myself without ever touching my dick the way
he could, making my mind and cock explode in a frenzy of white hot
adrenaline. I turned back around in my seat and wondered how could I get
so excited over a man? What had started out as a dog rape (in chpt -1 &
2), had turned into something disgusting, perverted, and confusing. I
couldn't imagine what my parents would think if they found out about me.
My dad continued to drive, unaware of the turmoil going on in my head.

"Liked that, eh?" he asked, keeping his eyes on the road as he adjusted
the rear view mirror to see the girls. "Nice." he commented, giving me a
quick wink.
"Those girls really got you excited, eh son?" he asked, nodding towards
the tent in my pants.

"Yeah, I guess..." I said, pulling my shirt tail over the bulge to
conceal it. If he only knew who my hardon was really for, he'd probably
careen us straight into on coming traffic.

"It's alright, son. We both men here. No need to be embarrassed by
catching a hardon. It happens." he said, trying to make me feel at ease.
"I uh, been wanting to ask you...are you seeing anyone special? I
mean...do you have a steady girlfriend?"

"No." I answered without really listening. I still had Bud on the brain,
and wondered how last night was going to effect our work relationship.
That was the first time he'd ever fucked me like that. It was kind of...
scary, to say the least.

"You know, that pretty girl Annalee Rose from down the street has been
asking about you a lot lately. I think she may have a crush on you."
informed dad, making small talk an art form.

"A crush?" I repeated, sucking my teeth. "Noone says "crush" anymore,
dad."

"The HOTS, then. Is HOTS still acceptable?" he somewhat corrected.

"For YOU it is." I teased, trying to ignore my hardon.

"She's come pass the house a few times while you were still sleeping. I
think she wants to ask you out, or something."

"Really." I asked, not really interested. "I'm too busy, and tired to
date anyone right now."

"Nonsense. You're never too busy for girls, son. Why if I had said that
to your mother, YOU wouldn't be sitting here right now."

"Whoopty-do." I said, sarcastically. Dad looked over at me puzzling.

"Too busy for girls, eh? So what do you do to satisfy those urges a man
gets every now and then? Are you still masturbating at your age?"

"Yo DAD...some privacy, -please!" I yelled embarrassed, and surprised
that dad knew the "M" word.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of Ricky, single men do it all the time.
That's why we need girlfriends, so we won't have to do it anymore."
informed dad, a little late for his Birds And Bees speech. Really. "You
know you're getting older..." he continued, even when it was obvious I
wasn't listening anymore. "...you're going to need a good woman to settle
down with, eventually. Don't you think it's time you stopped playing
around and started looking for a serious relationship?"

"Awww, here we go!" I sighed, wishing I could jump out of the moving
vehicle. "Ain't it enough that I got a job when you said I needed one? I
haven't even gotten my CAR yet, and you want to get me marry with kids?
Come off it dad!" I said, sucking my teeth again.

"Watch your tone, young man." dad said firmly. "I'm just suggesting that
you think about exploring some of your options. If it was left up to you,
you'd still be in highschool cutting classes with your hoodlum friends.
When are you going to stop hanging around with them and get your life in
order?"

"Now you want to tell me who I can and can't hang with?" I asked, getting
upset. "My friends're my friends, dad! We've hung together eversince we
were little..."

"I know. And that Charlie Grover has always been a bad influence on you.
You need to get rid of him. And Luke Daly doesn't even have a mind of his
own, he does whatever Chuck tells him to. Now that's a real poster boy
for why abortion should be legalized. And Mitch..."

"What about Mitch?" I asked, fuming at this point. "His dad's a police
officer, are you saying HE's a bad influence too?"

"Look Rick, I'm not trying to tell you what to do..."

"HA!"

"...but you're not a kid anymore. Getting a job and a car are small steps
in taking responsibility. You need to etch yourself out a place in life.
Find something that you like doing and build from there. And you need to
start thinking "family", or before you know it, you'll have one, and you
won't be prepared."

"Look, I gotta go..." I said, jumping out of his car before he could even
come to a complete stop at the estate.

"We'll talk later son..." he said, just before I slammed the door on him.
Dad just didn't understand me. Maybe I wasn't meant to get married and
have a kid like he did. Maybe I was meant to live my life a little
different. A little freer. What was wrong with living and enjoying life
the way you wanted? Whose to say that HIS decisions on things were the
right ones? I sure as hell didn't ask to be here!

Still confused about the thoughts in my head, I looked up at the big
house as I passed by on route to the kennel and wondered if Bud was
inside, and if so, what was he doing? Was he thinking of me? Hating
myself for the feelings I was getting, I walked into the kennel where I
found Willis waiting for me. His cock was already hanging hard outside of
his pants when I walked in and started stripping. Without being told to,
I got down on my knees in front of him and started sucking his erection.
I wanted to throw myself into my work, to suck and fuck myself into
another world where I didn't have to think of Bud or my feelings for him,
or my dad and all of his questions, or my friends nagging me for not
hanging out with them anymore. Instead I concentrated my thoughts on
Will's dick, and getting it dripping wet and ready for my ass.

After a few long minutes of slurping on his pole, Willis pulled me up to
my feet, and quickly turned me around for penetration. He slapped a gob
of grease onto my ass chute, and inserted his cock without hesitation. He
fucked me hard, bending me over and making me feel every inch of his
plunging cock before he nutted off inside me. He came with a grunt, and
filled my asshole with his big load, lubing me "for the dogs", he'd say.
Then he'd strap me in on to the metal table to let the dogs fuck me one
by one until my screaming asshole was spitting up doggy cum. The fucking
lasted for hours, each dog getting his fill as they fucked me repeatedly
to climax. During the long session, Willis would often come by to check
in on my progress, then fuck me again orally. He'd watch the dogs take
turns in me while I lapped and feasted on his dick. Then he's either pull
out and tuck his cock for later use, or he'd cum right then and there,
making me swallow up all of the sticky cum his wife hadn't taken from him
in months. I'd openly accept his salty juice, wishing it was Bud's
instead. He'd then zip up and leave again, letting the dogs finish up
their orgy.

By the time the last dog (Rex) was done fucking me, Willis put them out
to "man" the store (or walk the grounds). I lay still on the metal table
with my legs hung down in a "doggy style" position to the floor, while my
torso lay flat on the table as my head lay on the opposite edge. My ass
was still exposed at the desired level so that the dogs could easily
reach me. I waited patiently for him to untie me, as I was tired and
exhausted from all sex and mental anguish I put myself through. Willis
came back into the breeding pen, but he didn't bother to unstrap me.
Instead he got in behind me, and unzipped his pants. I didn't even bother
to peek over my shoulder, I knew I was about to get fucked again.
Willis dig his cock deep into my gut. I soon felt the full length of him
inside me as he began to hump forward. This was my last fuck of the
evening (or so I thought) before I would be released to go home. My ass
was so well fucked, and my bowels were so full of doggy cum, that Willis'
cock was easily able to slide in and penetrate me without the lease bit
hint of pain. I was an open hole for his cock, and he fucked me freely
without mercy until his balls finally tightened and he began to spray my
insides with a hardy drenching of his cum. I heard him yell in relief as
his cock blasted inside me. Within a minute he was pulling out. I felt a
surge of excess cum excrete from my ravaged anus as he pulled my butt
cheeks wide apart for his amusement.

"That's some sweet ass you've got there, boy." he said, taking a long
look at my crater cunt as he stretched the cheeks further to cause more
cum to drip out and down my back and inner thighs. "Looks like a mac
truck's been up that road!" he joked, never considering my feelings.
I didn't say anything as he started to finger fuck me, first using 3,
then 4 fingers. I barely felt them inside of me as he worked them back
and forth. Soon he added his thumb. I felt my loosened asshole tighten
around his hand as he tried to push most of it up in me. By now I was
moaning, feeling my asshole being stretched to it's limits. Willis pulled
back with his hand until just digits remained, then pushed back up
inside. I felt his fingers sink in all the way, followed by half of his
hand. I groaned louder as he tried twisting and turning his well lubed
fist around in my hole, trying to find a comfortable angle inwhich to
bury it.

He repeated this move over and over, pushing and pulling his hand back
and forth, adding and subtracting pressure on my anus until slowly but
surely my asshole began to swallow up his invading hand inch by inch.
"Oh GOSH..." I gasped, feeling his knuckles starting to push into me.
Willis' hand pulled back for just a second to allow my asshole to
contract before pushing back up inside me. I was delirious as my asshole
stretched wider then it had ever stretched before. Pretty soon his whole
hand and knuckles were slipping into me smoothly.
My mind erupted in a silent explosion. White noise filled my ears as my
anus became the center point of my very existence. I had another man's
hand in my ass, not his fingers, not his cock, not some dog's wet tongue,
but a HAND, an actual bonafide living-breathing, counting from 1 to 5
fingered -HAND.

Willis became giddy with excitement when he felt my ass ring close in
around his wrist. He was wearing me like a watch, or a piece of jewelry.
I couldn't believe what was happening to me. I tried turning around so I
could witness this odd historical personal moment in my life, but was
seriously restricted by the bounds holding me in place. Willis twisted
his fist around inside me, causing my body to jerk violently from the
pleasure/pain. My brick hard cock instantly leaked a steady faucet of
pre-cum everytime he moved it around inside me. Slowly he began to thrust
his hand back and forth, effectively fucking me with the complete total
of his fist. The intense pressure going on inside my body had me
teetering on the edge of eruption. My eyes crossed, then rolled up into
my head. I saw stars before my eyes as my mouth dropped open to a long
slobbering string of drool which escaped the corners of my mouth. I
looked like a mental patient on acid, but I couldn't help myself.
Willis was adding a lot of pressure in me now. My cock was
pre-ejaculating as he slowly slipped his hand back out of me. I felt my
asshole stretch wider to release his grip. Willis' hand slide out like
the birth of a small baby. My body was relieved to expel the foreign
object, only to suffer the results of him re-inserting it. I felt my
asshole refill once again with his fist. My body trembled as he embedded
it just passed his wrist. I felt my hole snap snugly around the start of
his forearm. He pulled back again, letting his fist burst free from my
clinging anus before pushing it all the way back up inside me. My groans
got louder as his fist thrusts got more frequent. Pretty soon he was
fisting me fully, pulling his hand out completely, then ramming it back
inside me before my hole could resume it's former seal. I lay there
helplessly as he fisted me towards climax. My ass was on fire from all
the action. Cum oozed from my wet hole plentifully, making his hand and
arm more and more slicker. I could feel the nasty goo running from my
hole everytime he exited me, or plunged forth a bit too deeply. With a
huge yell of release, I came 7 hard spurts of semen all over the floor
beneath me without my cock being touched once. Willis felt my asshole
clamping around his wrist, and slowly removed it, stretching my anal
walls beyond belief. I screamed as his fist popped through my spasming
cumhole. Another gush of deeply implanted semen escaping with him.
Strangely I felt empty, like someone had just reached in and pulled free
my insides. It was an odd feeling, almost like the loss of a body part.
But my relief was only briefly lived as Willis leaned forward and
re-re-inserted his cock. He'd been too turned on from watching my asshole
swallow up his hand, and now wanted to fuck me one last time before he
released me on my own. I felt his meat enter me as he quickly began
fucking me like a mad dog on his first hump. I have to admit that after
getting doggy-banged, and then fist fucked, -I could barely feel Willis'
cock as he fucked and plunged into my seeping flower with his deepest
hardest thrusts to date.

"OH SHIT...!" he groaned nearing another orgasm. "...OH SHIT...this
ass-pussy is AMAZING!! It's gonna make me CUM!!" he stated, losing his
mind with lust. "I'm gonna cummm...! I'm gonna cum right in yur dirty,
stinkin, whorin CUNT!!!!" he announced, to anyone listening.
Willis came with a thunderous roar, his body convulsing madly against me
as his cock passed on his torrent juices in thick heavy spurts. He filled
my achingly sore colon with a fiery flurry of hot scolding semen,
drenching and bathing my inner walls in a slimy coating of his body's
natural essence. He lay on top of me exhausted, his dying cock twitching
alive inside of me as my hole excepted yet another injection of his
potency.

"Clean my cock, bitch." he ordered a short while later after he pulled
out and presented it for sucking.
His cock was still slightly erect, gleaming and glistening with the
combined sloppiness of the 3 super charged guard dogs, and his very own
sloppy seconds. Still tied to the table, I lifted my head, knowing better
then to refuse his gift, and opened my mouth to receive my sour present.
Willis dipped his cock into my mouth and face fucked me until he was
brick hard again, thick and throbbing, and ready to stuff my throat with
his seed.
I never did see Bud at all that day, and wondered if my surprise move on
him the night before had somehow made him mad at me.