Date: Fri, 29 Jul 2005 21:40:44 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: rick's anal ordeal -14

Rick's Anal Ordeal -14
pt-1

For the next couple of days when I went into work, Bud surprised me by
giving me the night off from servicing the dogs to stay up in the big
house with him. We ate together, bathed together, washed dishes together,
and fucked in every position imaginable. Bud was an insatiable lover. 10
years of celibacy left him with a strong sex drive and backed up plumbing
to which I was happy to unclog every chance I got. He fucked me in every
room, step, and corner of that house. By the time I was ready to leave in
the morning, my asshole resembled a juicy brightly red tomato, dripping
out large doses of his potency.

Back home I was nervous that Willis would retaliate getting fired by
telling everyone that Bud and the dogs were fucking me. I knew I would
never be able to live something like that down. I could just imagine what
my parents would think. Or my friends. Or my Pasteur from church. Or the
congregation. Or the town's square. News traveled fast in Springfield.
When the town's Mayor was caught having an affair with a local stripper,
it made headline news in the Springfield Inquire the very next day. The
Mayor's wife was devastated. But that didn't keep him from winning the
next election by a landslide (not too many folk cared about the first
lady anyway).

Whenever I saw Luis or Carlos around the farm, they would pretend to
ignore me, not wanting to rock the boat that got Willis fired. It was
strange seeing them go about their jobs, pretending not to see me. I
looked at them as they blended in with the other workers, doing various
chores about the grounds. Noone knew that they had fucked me. I'd watch
them and thought back to how their dicks felt moving inside of me. They
were only the 3rd and 4th guys to ever have that honor. I couldn't
believe that I had their seeds in me. If I were a spanish girl, I'd
probably be pregnant by one of them. After a week or so of silence, I
figured that maybe Bud was right about Willis' claims being ignored as
drunken allegations of revenge. I began to breath easier, knowing that my
animal sex secrets would remain confidential.

Meanwhile my attraction for Bud continued to grow stronger the more we
fooled around. He was a rugged man, and I liked being able to share those
odd, tender, affectionate moments with him that noone else could see. I
thought his wife was a fool for leaving such a virile man, but I
understood that she wanted to have more of him around or nothing at all.
Just watching him work, seeing his sweaty muscles and strong back flex
and ripple was enough to make my cock harden and my asshole throb
wantonly. When I saw him walk, I wanted to drop to my knees and serve
him, to take his ample cock into my mouth and worship it until it spit
all of his juicy cum down my throat. I was fast becoming addicted to him.
I couldn't stop thinking about him. Even at home, I'd think about Bud as
I fingered my asshole and jacked off all into my hand, which I was now
accustomed to licking clean while I imagined it was Bud's juice I was
swallowing.

Bud was pretty well liked around town. He was known as one of the last
true farmers in the county. Whenever we rode into town for supplies, we
would be greeted by people who knew him. They would shake his hand and
have brief discussions before he moved on to whatever task we came there
for (Bud wasn't one to waste too much time talking in the street when he
had so much work to do around the farm). I would often hear people say
how "good" he was, or how "devoted" to the farm his is. Several women who
still ogled him after all these years would openly whisper to each other
and wonder if he was "seeing" anyone in particular. The response would
often be that they hadn't heard of him seeing anyone since his "wife left
him". Then there would be some comment like- "what a waste", or "isn't
that a shame". I can't tell how many times I wanted to walk right up to
those bimbos and tell them right to their faces that I was the one Bud
was fucking. But I knew that would never do.

But while Bud's reputation around town continued to be positive, mine
began to slip down hill...well, at least according to my so called
friends.
Now I do have to admit that as a best friend, I have been lacking in that
department lately. My best friends (Mitch, Luke and Chuck) were all
pissed that I wasn't spending much time with them anymore. We all grew up
in the same town and attended the same schools since elementary and
junior high. We were the best of friends, having spent uncountable nights
over each other's houses as kids.
Now they thought I was turning my back on them. They didn't realize that
work and all the shit that was going on in my brain about my sexuality,
was really taking a toll on me. I mean, I was so fucked up with the
things me and Bud were doing, that I really didn't have time to put up
with their daily crap AND my crap too. Besides, I didn't see why I should
give up a minute of laying in Bud's arms, for a couple of lazy hours
drinking beer and bullshitting with them. After all, we'd been doing that
since before we graduated.

One night I was up at Bud's, the guys were gathering outside of one of
our favorite hang spots to smoke weed and talk some shit. First and last
topic of discussion was ME of course, and my blatant disregard for our
friendship. They were well into their second joint when Tom Willis
pulling up into the parking lot in his old beat up truck. He recognized
the guys from when we hung together before. He paused for a second,
sizing up my buddies as he made up his mind about what to say to them.
Then he walked over to them, asking bluntly if they knew that I was a
fag?

"What the fuck you talking about, dude? Rick's no faggot!" defended
Mitch, angrily.

"I assure you fellas, HE IS!" boasted Willis. "I've fucked him myself!"
bragged the older farm hand.

"BULLSHIT!" yelled Luke, not believing a word of it.

"You're drunk, old man! You need to go get your ass some serious HELP!
ASAP!" added Mitch, devoted to our friendship at all cost.

"What he needs is a good ass kicking for lying on our bud like that!"
suggested Luke, already a tad drunk and ready to fight for my honor.

"Don't believe me, eh? Then why don't you little bastards just drive out
to the farm right now." said Willis, checking his watch. "I bet he's
attendin Bud and his wild-pack right now. They'll be at it for a few
hours. But be quiet, those guard dogs've got keen hearin. And if they
don't tear you to shreds, they'll fuck you crazy." he warned with a laugh
as he turned to walk into the bar through the back door. "That's what
they did to your friend, Rick. They FUCKED him right out there on open
property while you boys sat in your car cowering like pussies."

"Who you calling a PUSSY, gram'pa?" asked Luke.

"Don't be dick-wads all your lives." answered Will, as he opened the
screen door to the back of the bar. "Go check it out." he finished, as he
disappeared inside.
The guys all dismissed what Willis said as drunken talk, just as Bud
predicted. But a few beers later, they still found themselves talking
about it.

"I can't believe all that shit that guy was talking about Rick!" stated
Mitch, taking another swig of beer. "Dude had to be crazy, man...or
stoned out of his head to make up some shit like that! Now why would Rick
let some guy and his dogs butt fuck him like that?"

"Dude was trippin. Ain't noway Rick went out like that." agreed Luke,
taking a long drag on Chuck's weed. "But then again, why would the guy
lie about something like that?"

"Because he was fired from Ryker's place, and he maybe disgruntle."
reasoned Mitch. "The jealous mofo could make up any story he wants, just
to try to ruin Bud's business."

"Even so, why would he mention the dogs? Why not just say that Rick and
Bud were fucking if he wanted us to believe his lie? Bringing the dogs
into it only makes it THAT much harder to believe." said Luke a loud.

"Who knows? Maybe he has a dog fetish? Maybe they butt fucked HIM once,
and he transferring it over to Rick? Maybe he didn't like Rick either?
Maybe Rick got him canned? Who the hell knows what goes on inside the
head of drunks?" suggested Mitch as possible answers.

"I don't think ole Willis was THAT drunk, or crazy." said Chuck, taking
the last puff off his joint before tossing it to the ground.

"So what are you asking? You think Rick's guilty of letting dogs fuck
him?" questioned Mitch, skeptically.

"No. But weirder things've happened. "AND, it would explain why we ain't
seen much of Rick around lately."

"Oh, so it can't be that Rick's been too busy to hang with us because
he's working hard up at Ryker's farm all day, he HAS to be getting butt
fucked by Ryker's demon dogs! Is that what you're suggesting?" asked
Mitch, skeptically. "That's fucked up."

"I'm not the one that suggested it, WILLIS WAS!" said Chuck.

"But you're perpetuating it by even giving it consideration! You KNOW
Rick! You KNOW he's not GAY! You KNOW that guy's full of shit!" argued
Mitch, convincingly.

"I'm not too sure of that...." offered Chuck, with no explanation.

"What do you mean by that?" asked Mitch, stunned by Chuck's doubts of my
honor.

"I've just...heard some things, is all." said Chuck, capturing Mitch's
and Luke's full attention.

"What've you heard?" asked luke, -all ears.

Mitch thought for a minute, as if deciding if he should tell them what he
heard or not, then decided to do it.
"Well, you know where I scored this good "killer weed" from, right?"

"Hattsfield. Right?"

"Yeah. Well, one of the black guys that work there asked me when was I
gonna bring that "freaky white boy that sucked all our dicks" back with
me? At first I thought he was just joking, til he offered me a discount
on our next stash if I brought him over."

"So you're basing our friend's entire reputation on the words of some
black CRACK dealer, and a disgruntle employee? Real smooth." smirked
Mitch, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Too much of a coincidence for me." stated Chuck, believing the tale.

"Yeah well, shows where your devotion lies." smarted Mitch.

"Okay mr smartass, why don't we just go find Rick and check it out for
ourselves?"

"Check what out? If he's letting his boss ass and some scary ass dogs
fuck him up the ass at work?" questioned Mitch. "Do you know how stupid
that sounds? Do you seriously think Rick would be giving the ass up like
that? Come on! We've seen him fuck Sally Pigford in the back of his dad's
car at the drive in before, remember? He got laid before YOU did! He's
not gay!"

"I know." agreed Chuck, finally. "But we still owe to Rick to go check it
out. To let him know what Will's been saying about him behind his back.
And maybe we can get him to hang out with us for a while."

"And if not, we could always give the sheep pen another visit." smiled
Luke.

"Get a girlfriend." laughed Mitch and Chuck, as they all walked to the
car.

* * * * * *

At the farm, Bud lay on top of me in bed, his cock slipping easily in and
out of my greased and welcoming asshole. I bit my lower lip as I felt the
pressure of him build inside of me. His thrusts got stronger and shorter,
indicating that he was getting closer to climax. I really enjoyed
receiving his cock, taking his dick as my asshole sucked and massaged his
thick shaft for him. Bud leaned forward and buried his tongue into my
mouth. I could taste the tobacco as I sucked on it. His cock stiffened as
he continued to fuck into me. I spread my legs a little wider to get
every inch of his dick in me as he really started to pound on my body. I
knew I was about to get another injection from his wonderful manhood. Bud
broke our kiss, his tongue ripping from my mouth as he threw his head
back and yelled. I felt his cock throb, then felt his hot cum shoot into
my ass in a flood of force. I reached down and stroked my cock, and came
on the fifth pump. My own cum shot between the 2 of us just as Bud leaned
back in for another soulful kiss. He tongue fucked my panting mouth while
his cock continued to pump his white gold into me.

"Ready?" he asked, once his dick stopping cumming and began to shrink.

"Ready, willing, and lubed." I smiled looking up at him.
Bud grinned back, kissing me one last time before helping me out of bed.
We threw on our jeans then left the house for the kennel. The dogs
greeted us at the door. They ran around us with a burst of energy, as if
they sensed that another doggy-bang was in the works. I could see the
excitement in them as their dicks extended from their sheaths as they
pranced around us proudly. It'd been several days since my last
doggy-bang, and I found myself just as eager to get back in the saddle as
the dogs were. Bud had told me of the dogs high sex drives due to all the
chemical testosterone flowing through their cycles.
Bud strapped me in, locking my arms and legs across the metal table we
always used so the dogs could easily mount me. Then he led the first dog
(Pop) into the stable. Pop (the oldest of the 3 dogs) sniffed my cum
filled anus, licked me, then mounted in record time. Luckily I had plenty
of Bud's semen in me as Pop's cock bore into me as suddenly as a
thunderous clash of lightening. I yiped as his cock bore me deep. Pop
immediately picked up a frightful pace, having missed my ass for an
entire week. He wrapped his dirty paws around me, and pounded into my
body as if he were drunk on love. I loved the way his furry pelvis
collided with my tender buttock everytime. His cock humped in and out of
me at a faster pace then Bud. It was like being fucked on film at high
speed, my asshole had no recovery time as dogs didn't change pace or
positions. They didn't understand that your asshole needed to get used to
being penetrated, or that you might need a break or a breather before
continuing. Or that you may have a cramp and needed to stop for a minute
to walk it off. They merely fucked in and out, driving and drilling the
whole time until they came. Basic instincts, really. They didn't have the
art we humans did at making love or prolonging a good encounter. But for
the sheer power and force of raw fucking, nothing beats being taken and
commanded by a big dog in heat.

Pop had been breeding out pups for years. He and his brethren were well
versed in plugging bitches. I couldn't even begin to estimate how many
female they've impregnated over their lifetimes, but it was for certain
that my asshole had received more injections then any one female canine
ever had. On average Pop would fuck me 3 to 4 times during the course of
one night's session, but Bud said that the dogs were capable of much more
breeding then that. With a stable of females just waiting for spring to
get in heat, any one male dog had up to 10 females or more to fuck during
the course of one day, before he has to do it all over again the next
day, and then the next, and the next, until they are certain that the
females were impregnated. With me as their only outlet for a small period
of time, they could only get in a tiny fragment of the sex they would be
getting come spring.
These were some horny dogs.

Pop's gigantic knot popped into my ass to tie us together, by now I was
well fucked and expecting it, so it didn't hurt as much as it used to.
Pop never stopped or slowed his pace once, his plowing continued until he
was shooting off inside me. My anus was filled with his juice as he began
sloppily licking my ear affectionately. I turned my face sideways so he
could kiss me in the lips, and he did. I opened my mouth and let his wet
tongue flop in and out of my mouth -french style. Bud watched as Pop and
I made out. After a few minutes, his knot shrunk and his cock exited my
hole. I wanted to tighten it to keep Pop's cum in me, but decided to keep
it loose and dilated for Flint. I knew Flint's attack would be hard and
fast, and wanted to feel as less pain as possible.

Pop's and Bud's sperms seeped plentifully from my open hole as Bud led
the next dog up to the plate. Flint's cock had been hard the whole time
as he watched his brother pound my ass. He didn't need Bud to lead him to
me, he knew exactly what to do and mounted me before Bud could even
instruct him.

Flint's cock spared me on the first thrust. My dilated hole swallowed up
his big dick with minimal discomfort. He took to humping hard right off
the bat, fucking and drilling his long K9 dick into my soft human
buttock. As he fucked me, more semen escaped my loose cunt. I worked my
anus around his plunging shaft, tightening and loosening it to help
massage him to a quick climax just the way I do his owner's dick when he
fucks me. But it was hard trying to keep up with Flint's furious pace,
and after a while I just lay there and let him do all the work. His cock
was plunging me deep, the massive length causing the deeply embedded
semen to rise to the top and excrete out my anus around his cock base.
The fur around his belly and balls became wet with semen secretions, yet
Flint continued to plow me. I could feel the doggy drool from his mouth
dripping down onto my bare back, and wanted to taste his spit in my
mouth. I turned my head and arched my back until my face was beside his,
and began to kiss him. Flint snapped out of his humping trance and began
licking me, smearing drool all over my face. His knot swelled inside me,
aided by all the cum embedded in my hole. In no time he was hosing my
insides with a giant supply of semen. I could actually feel my stomach
expand a little to make room for the enormous load.
When Flint's cock finally popped out of me, Bud stood behind me and
spread my ass cheeks to survey the damage. He told me how open and wide
my asshole looked, and contemplated fucking me himself, but decided this
was the dog's time not his. So he stepped aside to allow Rex a turn at my
ass.

Rex sniffed and licked my hole a few times to taste his brothers
ejaculations before he too mounted me. He jabbed a few times before he
finally connected with my gaping hole. His cock plunged right in, then he
began his impossible pace into my bowels. Luckily I was spared any pain
by the amazing stretching his 2 brothers and Bud had already given me.
Pretty soon he was humping and pumping with the best of them, drilling
his meat into me with all the skill of a construction worker drilling
concrete. He never let up his pace as he drove that big cock in and out
of me in a fury of fast jabs and pumps. I was in heaven having my asshole
totally ravaged again. It was a feeling only second to Bud's big cock
invading my bowels in bed at night. I had developed strong feeling for
Bud and his dogs, allowing them all to have at my body whenever they
wanted without protest or complaint. I could tell Bud was appreciative to
have me around, he didn't have to jack off anymore as I was always
available to catch his loads. And I loved being on the receiving end of
his dick. He was an excellent lover, with great pulse and stamina. He
would fuck me several times at night, each time firing into me and
injecting me with his sperm. Each time he came in me, I felt closer to
him. I would look up into his eyes as his dick pulsed inside me. I would
accept all the cum he had to offer, then milk the shaft of its last drops
by tightening my anus around the root. Bud would then tell me how much he
loved fucking me, as he fell asleep between my widely spread legs.

Rex was a dog gone mad. He was fucking me so viciously wild, that his
cock kept slipping from my hole and jabbing into my balls and thighs.
Whenever his cock fell free, it would take a few fast thrusts before he
re-aimed back into the correct position. Then his cock would jam all the
way back into me to his furry balls. He repeated this move several time,
humping so wildly that his cock kept falling out. Finally his knot shoved
into me, insuring that we would not separate again until my colon was
filled. Rex humped and humped, sending his cock and that fat orange sized
knot into me deeply. Before long he was yipping small whimpers as he came
in me, adding his cum load to the many already deposited there.

"You really like getting butt fucked, don't you boy?" Bud smiled, looking
down at my angelic face as my eyes had rolled up in their sockets.

"Oh YES!" I recalled yelling, unable to contain my thrill. "YES, I LOVE
IT! I LOVE how they continue to fuck me! How they use me and fill me with
their cumm..." I gasped, feeling Rex's watery load spill back out of my
too full rectum.
Bud couldn't help but laugh at my lust. I saw the lump in his jeans, and
knew he was concealing a hardon. I wanted to rip the pants open and
devour him whole, but was still too securely tied to the table to move.
Bud leaned forward and kissed me firmly on the lips. Once Bud was sure I
was okay, he went on his way around the farm to finish up on some of the
chores he hadn't gotten to as a result of fucking me all day. He left me
in the breeding stall with Pop, Flint and Rex, as they all continued to
take turns on me.

For the most part they each fucked me in order one by one, but
occasionally one dog would try to out muscle the others dog by taking my
ass before he was scheduled to. The 2 dogs would snap at each other and
growl, but they never went crazy after each other while I was in their
presence. They had more important things on their minds then fighting.
And whenever 2 of the 3 dogs would get caught up in an argument, the
third dog would sneak in and start fucking me before his brothers could
realize they just lost a turn. In no time at all, the 3 of them had my
asshole stuffed and oozing cum apon every exit as I lay there taking fuck
after fuck like the bitch dog whore I'd become.