Date: Mon, 10 Sep 2007 14:56:30 -0500
From: cbru49@gmail.com
Subject: Sabu and Pup

This is a work of fiction.  I am not blind and there is no Sabu.  There is
no intention to defame a nationality, group of disabled people or any other
entity.  If stories about men having sex with dogs and other males offend,
please go elsewhere.  As I often do, I try picturing meeting a particular
person or being in a special place when I first create the outline for a
story.  Hope you recognize yourself, no one else will.  Feel free to
contact me at cbru49@gmail.com.

Sabu and Pup

Travelling to meet strangers is not an easy endeavor.  The state has
declared me legally blind, in my case that means I am more than 95%
incapable of seeing.  I still see shapes and general movement, but I can't
recognize people, places or things without help from my other senses.  The
Inet is in many ways just that, my eye network.  I don't have to struggle
reading or typing since I had a translator installed.  Just like Sabu the
laptop obeys my commands and lets me know what is going on.  If and when I
need or desire to see something I think might be special on the internet I
have a screen that fits over the monitor that enlarges a full screen image
to the point I can make out a few details.  This is not to have you feling
sorry for me, but to explain how I function in my job and social contacts,
via the internet.

Sabu is a large Golden Retriever that I have had for about twelve years
now.  He preceded my descent into darkness and spent a long time training
to do what he now does.  The couple that trains guide dogs closest to my
home were uncertain about Sabu living with me while they trained him, but
finally agreed to try it when they saw how connected to me he is.  For two
years I would leave him with the couple on my way to work and not leave
until they called to let me know he was done with his schooling.  On
Saturdays I went with Sabu, normally all my training would have waited
until Sabu was fully ready, but the couple thought since he was living with
me that it would be best for us to incorporate what he learned into our
routine as soon as possible.  The reasoning seemed convoluted to me, but I
was willing to do as they suggested just to keep Sabu by my side.

Initially there was a problem with what Sabu was willing to do for his
trainers not being done for me.  I don't know which half of the couple
caught on first, but after about six months the husband took me aside and
had a 'talk' about allowing th dog to 'dominate' me.  It didn't take me
long to understand that he was talking in code about me allowing Sabu to
mount my back and thoroughly screw me.  As the shift in authority switched
in the house Sabu began performing for me the way he did during his
training exercises.  I missed having our sessions more than I can ever tell
you.  For the first four years Sabu and I had sex he was the active
partner, fucking and licking.  I had never sucked a cock, human or animal
at that time.  But deprived of his attention I thought more and more about
the discomfort he must be feeling.  Maybe that's a rationalization for the
desire I had to feel close to my friend.  Having him lick my ass and dick
was not enough, so one evening on the floor combing his long hair I laid
him on his side and slowly stroked his sheath and shaft until he was fully
erect and dripping precum.

I had been thinking about the action for weeks.  I could feel it much more
than I could see it, with one hand on his throat and the other holding his
dick towards me I dropped my mouth over the sharp point of his erection.
The stale taste of piss and the smell of unwashed dog was a bit much, but I
forced myself down on to his dick.  As my hand slid down to his knot and
then his balls I knew I would never give up pleasing Sabu.  It didn't take
much on my part to have Sabu flailing his legs in the air as he tried
pumping out the cum that I soon became addicted to drinking.  That first
time I gagged and choked as his seven plus inches poked at the back of my
mouth and the dog cum first spewed across my tongue.

That was a few years ago.  I have become a pro at sucking Sabu's dick, I
can even manage to let his knot past my lips and feel it throbbing on my
tongue when he shoots cum down my throat.  I credit Sabu with my ability to
suck other cocks as after learning that I enjoyed his I knew that I would
probably enjoy sucking men just as much if not more.  It took me some time
before I made a move, but now I regularly suck dick and have on occasion
even submitted my ass to a man.  I won't do that around Sabu, but at the
health club where I go to enjoy a hot tub and pool there is a dark room
where numerous men cruise for blow jobs and more.  But more interesting to
me is an internet site where I post some stories about Sabu and get
responses that lead to meetings like the one I'm about to describe.

I arrived at the Radison Suites Town Lake on Friday afternoon about three
o'clock.  Sabu and I had flown first class from the Cleveland airport.  I
had been a speaker at a public health conference being held at Kent State
University, I could have gone home for the weekend but I had been trading
e-mails with the young man that I was going to meet and he was wanting to
meet a dog that would tie with him.  I wasn't scheduled to be at the Texas
Dept. of State Health Services until Monday morning and had decided that a
weekend allowing Sabu to be drained of the built up cum and myself to meet
a Zoo with an Argentine Dogo that he promised would love to mount me.  Not
the young man I was meeting that afternoon, he didn't have a dog and swore
he had enough idosyn-crasies to make meeting fellow animal lovers
difficult.

In the hours I had before my meeting with the young pup Sabu and I walked
around the lake and enjoyed the heat that was a welcome break from the cool
drizzle I'd been experiencing in Ohio, Illinois and Michigan over the past
few weeks.  By the time we returned to the hotel I was overheated and
wanted a beer.  I stopped at the front desk and let the clerk know where I
would be when my guest arrived.  I had the bartender remove the extra chair
so Sabu could lay between me and the wall, I wanted to size up the young
man before I introduced him to Sabu.  I had seen a few pictures of him, but
like I said earlier my sight is so bad and the screen magnifier doesn't
really allow me to make out details.  Our 'conversations' were much more
important to me and Sabu doesn't care what his bitches look like except he
isn't fond of obesity, the one time I introduced him to a man that he
wouldn't mount the man was close to to hundred pounds overweight.  I think
we should all take a message from that, even animals know we aren't healthy
or attractive when we carry that much extra weight.

When he entered the bar area I knew something was happening, but I couldn't
figure out what.  There was no noise and all I could see was a shodow
crossing from the lobby to the bar.  Often I find myself feeling things
that others don't notice, when the young man crossed the bar I could feel
an attitude shift among the people at the half dozen tables closest to me.
It was one of those moments when seeing what was happening would have been
much like eavesdropping.  Sabu let me know with a nearly silent growl that
someone was approaching the table, though it is well past Labor day the
approaching figure was dressed entirely in white as I had requested.  White
makes the shadow in front of me slightly more visible, and generally gives
me a psychological advantage because most men are not accustomed to having
another man dictate their choice of clothing.

Preparing for this trip, I had been studying Texan accents for a number of
months, the twang I heard in his voice was easily recog-nizable as coming
from the Hill Country.  With the number or farms and Zoos I spoken to in
that area I was surprised that he had been unable to find a master and
human friend for himself.  It was easy to sense the terror in his manner
about being in public with a man that had been featured in a few magazines
for speaking out about HIV/AIDS prevention.  I finished a second beer
before he seemed to begin relaxing.

"Have you done as I told you?"  In our last on-line conversation I had told
him a few things to do before showing up at the hotel.  None of what I had
told him to do was necessary, but it all spoke to how well he could learn
to please another.  He swore he was not a virgin to either men or dogs, but
I wanted to know that he was ready to be alone with my companion when I
left the hotel and went to visit the Dojo.  If I hadn't been expected in
Austin to speak at a conference I would have tried putting my guest
together with the dog I was to meet the next morning.

"I have done two out of three of your commands, sir."  The quickness with
which he replied made me realize that switching the conversation to the sex
which was coming was past due.

"Move your head close enoug for me to feel the collar."  I knew from
earlier conversations exactly which of the three commands he hadn't
followed.  That was okay.  He should have done it, but I enjoy holding a
razor to a young man's ass and balls after he realizes I'm too blind to see
what I'm doing. The collar was just as he described it to me, thick with a
number of spikes.  I reached down and grabbed the halter that Sabu used to
guide me through unfamiliar grounds.  The young man was surprised that he
had been within feet of the dog and hadn't seen him.  I was ready for the
gush of compliments that poured from him, any true zoo bottom found Sabu to
be a worthy stud to match their fantasies and hopes.  I had to warn him
away from Sabu in the elevator.  While my companion is working I can't
allow him to be distracted.

I released Sabu from his halter once we arrived in my suite.  He knows that
having the halter removed means he is off duty and may do as he wants.
Often that is relax after a hard day, but if there is a stranger in the
area he wants to learn why.  I followed the click of his nails as he
circled the young man I'd brought to the room for him.  Satisfied, Sabu sat
at my side and pushed his head under my hand.  The movement was his way of
letting me know we could proceed.  I calmly turned away from the young man
and began undressing.

"You should put you clothes on the sofa in front of the television."  I
heard him removing his clothes and carelessly tossing them to the sofa.
There was no doubt in my mind that he was erect and anxious for us to
proceed.  But I was going to make him pay for not obeying my command before
allowing him the pleasure he so badly craved.  "Meet me in the bathroom."

Had I been anywhere else I would have had him wait on his hands and knees,
but the bathroom had a larger enough counter for him to lay across as I
removed the sparse hair he had refused to shave off himself.  I had
carefully set out a can of Edge and a new razor before taking my walk.
Even if he had obeyed my order to shave his ass and balls I was intending
to take him one step further.  In a way I was pleased he hadn't shaved, not
only do I find it sexy to shave another man but I didn't want to remove the
patch of hair above his cock unless necessary.  With only the razor and
shaving foam by the sink he must have known what was coming.  When I told
him to lay across the counter he tried to protest but the fear that I might
not allow Sabu to mount him must have won as all that came from his mouth
was a mild whimper.  I truly prefer a smooth butt, not only for my hands
but also my tongue.  Shaving the young men's balls always seemed to
sensitize them to the raspy tongue of Sabu so they enjoyed his attentions
even more than they expected.

By the time his ass and balls were cleared of all the ragged hair my young
friend was ready to do a happy bitchboi dance in front of his new master.
I can't see his expressions, but Sabu seems to begin panting more when the
pup in front of him prances and waves the newly cleaned butt his way.  As
he waved and pranced around on is hands and knees there was no longer any
sense in holding Sabu in position.  Released from his seat he wasted no
time in getting his tongue over and in the hole that eagerly awaited the
dick that was beginning to slide out of his sheath.  I knew that the young
man had told me he was able to take his own fist, but taking the knot of a
Golden Retriever that had no sense of the pain he could cause is a
different action.  When he moved his tongue down to the young pup's balls I
gently slid a greased finger in his properly emptied hole.  I generally
don't find fingering a stranger too exciting, but he was enough of a friend
from our many conversations that the warmth that engulfed my finger spread
straight to my already hard cock.  I was almost as anxious as Sabu.

I plugged him with two fingers, letting them slide knuckle by knuckle their
entire length within him. I had a third finger pressing against the rim of
his ass when Sabu raised his mouth from the youngster's balls.  Carried
away with what I was doing I slid it in and dropped my head between his
legs to take in his pulsing dick.  I could tell that the young man would
not tolerate much sucking, so I backed off and moved my mouth to the fully
engorged cock hanging below Sabu's hairy belly.  My companion let loose a
spurt of cum that I held in my mouth until I was able to spread it in the
bitchboi's hole with my tongue.  I had only a few seconds to get my head
out of his way ass Sabu jumped on to the back of his new bitchboi and with
my hand guiding him home at least three inches of hard dog dick went in on
the first lunge.

I wanted to hold on to Sabu by the knot as he humped his new pup, but I
knew the pup had a desire to feel Sabu drive his knot through his ass rim
and tie with him as he emptied his hot dog cum.  Reluctantly I let go and
stood.  Fearing the noise he was making would draw the management's
attention I moved in front of the boi and drew his mouth halfway down my
cock.  From the way he struggled to swallow I could tell he had never had
that much cock in his mouth.  I won't brag about how much cock genetics
have endowed me with, but let me say that although there are longer and
there are thicker cocks not too many are both thicker and longer.

The young man in front of me was struggled to suck me when I saw that Sabu
was now moving slower, a sign that he had managed to get his knot in the
hole.  As the pup gasped I unconsciously slid my dick into his spasming
throat and began bouncing my balls against his chin.  It's a picture I wish
I could see, Sabu dominating a young man and my cock spearing his throat.
Those muscles had obviously been used on a cock before and couldn't have
pleased me more.  It was only as Sabu turned his ass to our young conquest
that I gave him the human load he was working hard to have match the dog
load spurting in his ass.  Not only do I wish I could see that picture, but
I also wish I could experience Sabu mounting me again.

I'm going to be away from my laptop for a few days, but when I return I
will tell let you know how good the Dogo satisfied me.