Date: Sun, 17 Apr 2005 23:26:57 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: Rick's Anal Ordeal-3

Mitch dropped me off at my folks house around 3:30am. I could hear the
guys snickering at me as I walked up my front steps. I parents were home
-sleeping, so I knew I had to be extra quiet when I entered. I snuck
upstairs to my room, and pealed off my clothes. My underwear were stuck
to my ass, due to all the doggy juice leaking from my bloody asshole. I
threw the soiled undies in the trash, then climbed into bed, opting to
shower and bath in the morning when my body wasn't feeling quite so
beaten up. I tossed and turned the whole night, feeling sore and achy all
over. Especially in my anus. By morning I awoke to find my bed sheets
soaked. All the dog semen in my bowels had drained out of me in my sleep,
causing a huge stain which resembled a giant pee stain.
I climbed out of bed, feeling a sharp pain shoot through my anus. I
nearly doubled over from an abdominal cramp. As I did, more semen
exploded from my bowels like a water spout, splattering all over the
floor. Quickly I ran to the bathroom to relieve myself. After a hot
intense shower, I returned to my room only to find my mom changing my
sheets. "Good morning son." she said, giving me a questionable look as
she exited. I never felt so embarrassed before in my life. I closed the
door, then decided to give my sore asshole a thorough exam. I bent over
at the waist, then held a hand held mirror up to my ass. I spread my ass
cheeks with my free hand, and focused in on the hole nestled just between
the twin globes. The crack was slightly haired, but it was the swollen
lips of my anus that really concerned me. I'd never seen my own asshole
before, but I knew it wasn't supposed to be red, swollen, and dripping
clear sticky fluids. Instantly I became frightened that I might be sick.
That the dogs had somehow transferred some canine element over to me.
AIDS was the first thing that popped into my mind as I continued to watch
my anus drip doggy semen like a leaky faucet.

"Rick, your mother wanted me to spea..." my dad said, stopping in
mid-sentence as he walked into my room, catching me bending over with a
mirror up to my ass.
I stood up immediately, but he had already seen me.

"Wh...what's going on, son?" he asked, standing in the doorway. I didn't
say anything, I just stood there naked, looking back at him like a deer
caught in headlights. He quickly closed the door and came to me. "What's
going on with you, Rick? Your mother comes downstairs and tells me that I
have to have a talk with you, and then I find you up here looking at
your...is there something going on I should know about?"

"n...no. no dad." I said, holding the mirror in front of my genitalia.

"Your mother said that you peed the bed this morning. Did you get drunk
again last night?"
'Peed the bed?' -I thought, realizing mom mistook the large cum stain in
my bed as a pee stain. I noticed an opportunity to get my ass out of a
sling, and so I took it.

"Yeah...yeah dad. Sorry." I said, trying to look remorseful.

"I told you about hanging out with those hoodlum friends of yours." dad
lectured, giving his usual speech. "You need to find a job, and stop
wasting your life..."

"I know the speech, dad." I interrupted, needing some time alone.
"Chuck's supposed to be getting me a gig at the store."

"Good." he said, lingering as if he wanted to add something, but decided
not to. "Wash your hands, breakfast is on the table." he said, as he
walked out.
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Several days passed by before I was finally able to walk without any
serious irritation from my asshole. By the following friday, I was back
to normal, hanging out with my friends as if nothing had happened. None
of us brought up what we did last weekend, it was a secret we all knew
existed but didn't have to verbalize to know it was there. We were
friends, and that was all that mattered. I was just especially glad that
none of them saw me getting ass fucked by farmer Ryker's specially bred
pups.
We were standing outside in the parking lot of Chuck's dad's grocery
store, when I noticed Ryker's dark gray pick-up truck pulling in from the
road. My heart immediately froze as he parked into the spot right next to
us. One of his dogs were in the back, getting plenty of air as his master
got out of the truck, tossing the lite cigarette in his mouth to the
street.

"Boys..." he greeted as he walked pass, not even noticing me much to my
relief.
We all mumbled "hello", but it was me who kept an eye on him as he walked
by. I'd never really took the time to check him out before, usually not
giving him or his mangy dogs a second thought. But now, I was able to
give him a good once over, sneaking a hard peek at him as he walked by.
Ryker was an older man, in his early to late 40's with rusty blonde hair,
a scruffy 5-oclock shadow, a medium build, and classic "farmer brown"
gear (plaid shirt and jeans). He was nice looking for an old guy, with
hard lines and a mean exterior from years of hard work on his land. He
inherited his farm from his father, and his father's father, and still
ran it just as they did from generations past. It wasn't an easy life,
which explains why his wife up and left him years ago when I was still in
school.

The other guys kept talking, unaware that I was checking mr Ryker out as
he ducked into the store. The dog, whom had been barking at us from the
minute they pulled up, was now staring at me like a love struck puppy,
whimpering and wagging it's tale as if I were his long lost friend. When
Ryker came back out of the store, he noticed how weird his dog was
acting, and turned to check us out, to see if we had done something
strange to his usually evil dog.
He stared at us for a minute, studying each of us as a detective would a
suspect. His eyes zeroed in on me. I tried to ignore his stare, but
couldn't help looking back at him as he climbed into his truck. He broke
into a broad smile, winking at me as he started his truck and backed out
of his parking space. The dog (Rex I believe), kept his eyes on me as
they drove out of sight.

"Damn, did you see that?" Luke asked, as soon as Ryker was out of view.
"I think he knew we were at his place last week."

"Noway." said Chuck, taking a cigarette break from his job. "It was dark.
He couldn't have known."

"But he saw Rick, remember?" said Mitch. "He probably recognized Mitch
from when the dogs caught him under the house."

"Oh yeah. I forgot you got caught." Chuck snickered, mashing his bud into
the cement with his shoe. "Which reminds me, what're we gonna do for
entertainment this weekend?"

"Anything." I said, "So long as it doesn't require going to the Ryker's
farm."
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A few days later, Dad and I was at the Home Depots getting a few items we
needed for the garden mom wanted built in the back yard. We were loading
the back of mom's mini van when I heard a dog run up beside me. He
stopped short at the bumper, and jumped up on me with his tail wagging.
My heart jumped up into my throat, as I recognized the monster canine as
being one of Ryker's puppies.

"Get back over here, Flint! Heal boy! HEAL!" yelled mr Ryker, from the
parking lot. When Flint didn't respond, mr Ryker came over to
investigate. "Flint, get yur ass back over here, NOW!" he yelled,
stopping right behind me. "What's got into you, boy?"
Flint finally decided to obey his master, and got down. When Ryker went
to apologize to me, he suddenly recognized me as the guy caught on his
property, and a big creepy smile crept across his aging face.

"I know YOU." he said, staring deep into my eyes.
My face froze instantly, fearing he'd say the wrong thing with my dad
present.

"uh, Rick...whose your friend?" dad asked, coming around from the
opposite side of the van.

"Oh, uh..." I hesitated, unable to find the words I needed to get out of
this jam.

"Ryker. Bud Ryker. And this here's my very own special bred Rott-Shepard
-Flint." mr Ryker said, holding out his hand to my dad.

"Bud Ryker? From the Ryker's farm out at the edge of town?" asked dad,
shaking hands. "I went to school with your younger brother Timothy. I'm
glad to see you're still running the farm with it's original purpose in
mind. You didn't give into the pressures of factory work, like most other
farmers around here did." stated dad.

"Yeh, and I got the back aches, failed marriage, and callouses to prove
it." snared Ryker, gripping his dog by the collar. Flint resisted,
keeping close to me as his cock began to peek out of it's sheath. "He
seems to like you." smiled Ryker, his pearcing eyes looking straight
through me. "Are you looking for a job?"
I shook my head "no".

"Hell yes, he is!" countered dad, selling me out. "I've been on him to
find a job ever since he turned 18."

"Is that so?" asked Ryker, grinning hard. "I have a large farm that could
always use an extra set of hands around. And my DOGS could always use
attending." he said, emphasizing "dogs" and making my asshole pucker at
it's all too recent memory of my ordeal.

"Your dogs are known legions around here, Bud. How many do you have in
stock?" asked dad, admiring the size and structure of the dog.

"Well, I have 3 males; Pop, Flint, and Rex. Their my BREEDERS." he said,
looking directly at me when he said it. "But I have up to 10 females that
I let tie to them. They usually pump me out a good litter of 6 to 8 pups
apiece. And I sell them at auctions and fairs to the highest bidders.
They usually net me about $500.00 a piece. But the most I got was
$1500.00 at an auction once." he beamed, patting Flint a top the head
affectionately. "I also rent them out to other breeders, letting my boys
pump their females full of their specialized seed." he laughed. "They
gets plenty ass!"

"Gee, maybe we should go into the breeding business, son." dad joked with
a chuckle.

"I'm sure I can show your son everything he needs to know." said Ryker,
with an evil gleam in his eye.

"Good. Did you hear that, Rick? Bud's offering to show you everything he
knows on breeding. Sounds good, eh?" asked dad.
I saw Flint wagging his tail, looking up at me as if he understood every
word. His cock even looked as if it grew bigger, growing fully erect as
he grinned up at me hungrily.

"Wow, look at that penis on him!" dad said, noticing the cock hanging
down under the dog's belly. "Are all the dogs hung like Flint, here?" he
asked, astonished by the size.

"Yes." answered Ryker. "My dogs are specially bred breeders. They are
engineered to have big cocks." smiled Ryker, pleased with his monster
creations.

"Wow. I bet they can't wait til mating season starts." said dad, shaking
his head in disbelief.

"Yea, it's a problem." admitted Ryker. "The males have high sex drives.
They're known to pop willies at a moments notice all year long, but the
females are only in heat at mating season. So my boys have to find other
ways to satisfy their needs." winked Ryker, making me very uncomfortable.

"Bet its tough on them." said dad, sympathetically.

"Yea. But I just caught them humping away at a bitch last week, or so."
said Ryker.

"Really? One of your females?" asked dad, curiously.

"No." said Ryker, looking straight at me. "This one was a stray. Came on
my property late one night. My boys smelt her out, chased her down, and
fucked her good. Had the bitch screaming as they took turns filling her
sloppy cunt full of seed."

"Wow." said dad, listening closely. "3 dogs on one girl, with THOSE
monster cocks hanging on them? I bet she regret wandering there."

"Oh yea, she was howling alright. Got breed good, too. I saw the oldest
one, -Pop stray her good. When she left, she was limping like her pussy
was about to fall off." chuckled Ryker, at my expense.

"Poor girl." dad said, taking another look at the dog's cock.

"Poor girl?" questioned Ryker. "It's my poor dogs that got the short end
of the stick. Now that they had some of that bitch's pussy, they been
sniffing around for it ever since." he said, causing me to start sweating
beads across my brow. "They've been scouring the property in case she
returned. I think they want another shot to tie themselves to her." he
added, as my eyes widened. "You know how it is when you get a good piece
of ass...the more you get, the more you want."

"Yeah, that's right." agreed dad, not knowing Ryker was referring to his
son's ass.

"So I can count of you coming by the farm, uh..."

"Rick! Rick Foster." said dad, offering up my name. "And he'll be glad
to."

"But, uh... What about Chuck's dad's grocery store, dad? He's supposed to
be making me an offer, soon." I said, looking down at Flint's cock and
recalling how deeply it penetrated me. My asshole still throbbed from the
burning.

"Bud's offering you a chance to breed, son. That's something you can
learn, and possibly use in the future should you decide to open your own
breeding shop. Bagging groceries at "Billy-Bob's" is something any 10
year old can do. Right Bud?"

"Definitely." said Ryker, scaring the shit out of me.

"When can he start?" asked dad, selling me down the river in a speed
boat.

"Tonight's fine." said Ryker, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Good, son. Seems you have your first job!" smiled dad, thinking he
accomplished something.

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That evening dad told mom about my new job. Mom reacted just as
enthusiastically as dad had (making me feel like a free loader). Mom made
me eat a big dinner, then take a long nap before dad drove me over to the
Ryker's farm. He dropped me off at the gate just before sunset, then
wished me luck just before pulling off and leaving me at the mouths of
wolves.

"Hey, you must be the new kid." I heard a voice say from behind. I turned
to find one of Ryker's farm hands walking up to greet me. "I'm Willis.
Bud sent me down to show you up to the kennel."

"The kennel?" I asked, embarrassed that Willis knew why I was there.

"Yea. That's where Bud is with the dogs. He wanted to see you as soon as
you got here."

"Oh." I said, breathing a huge sigh.
Willis took me up pass the big house and around back to the barn/stable
area. The farm was huge, with both a pig pen and a sheep pen. The barn
housed chickens and cows, while the stable held horses and Ryker's
specially bred female Rott-Shepards. Willie took me right up to Ryker who
was taking special care of his stock. The girls had brought in a good
breed this year, but Ryker was already preparing them for next year by
giving the girls injections to make them more fertile. He stood up when I
arrived, introducing me to the over 15 hands he had running his farm.
When he was done introducing me, he pulled me aside for a special talk,
away from prying ears.

"Now I know YOU know that I KNOW that you were the boy I saw trespassing
on my property last weekend" he said, chewing on a piece of straw hanging
from his lips. "No need in lying, Flint confirmed it when he smelt you."
he added, shutting me up pronto. "You see, once my dogs get a scent, they
can hone in on it from miles away. Especially one they already laid way
in." he explained. "As far as their concerned, once they tied themselves
to you, you're their bitch now. And they will hunt you down to fuck you
until they breed you and ya sprout pups."

"So...what am I supposed to do now?" I asked naively.

"Well, you're gonna have to let the dogs have a second go round on ya.
Let them breed ya until they think ya pregnant." offered Ryker.

"But...but I can't get pregnant." I thought aloud. "How am I going to
make them think that?"

"When the females get pregnant, they give off a special odor that the
males can sniff to let them know it worked. When the girls get pregnant,
we can smear their scents on you to fool the males into thinking you
pregnant also." offered Ryker as a solution.

"But...isn't mating season in the spring?" I asked, knowing that was
months away.

"Yup." answered Ryker, in a word.

"So you expect me to let your 3 dogs fuck me until spring??!" I asked,
astonished.

"Look, you the one came onto my farm uninvited and fucked one of my
sheep!" he said, rasing his voice in anger. "That's right, I know all
about what you did to my stock!" Ryker added, much to my surprise. "Don't
worry though, nearly every hand on this farm has had a turn at ramming
ole Lulu. But youre the first guy to take all 3 of my dogs without losing
the use to his bowels for a few months." he laughed, tossing the straw on
the ground.

"I'm sorry." I said, looking at him as if he were crazy. "I can't be no
bitch for your dogs, mr Ryker."

"Why not? You did it once. The dogs like you."

"But I'm not gay." I said.

"Neither are my dogs." said Rykers.

"But I don't get fucked up the ass."

"Funny, I could have swore I saw you." he snapped.

"That was a fluke accident." I said, getting angry.

"It's not my dog's fault that they caught you trespassing on my
property." said Ryker, equally angry. "You DO IT, or I tell your dad what
I really haired you for." he threatened. "I'll tell him what you and your
friends did to my sheep. And I'll tell him what my 3 Rotts did to you in
the moon light."

"But...that's extortion!" I pleaded.

"We have a deal?" asked Rykers, not giving me much time to think.

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