Date: Sat, 6 Oct 2007 15:06:17 -0500
From: charles Turner <cbru49@gmail.com>
Subject: Sabu and Pup 3

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, especially those in the Texas Hill Country, at
cbru49@gmail.com.


Sabu and Pup


I had set my shaving kit by the door and was enjoying Ike and Sabu when my
watch alarm let me know that I had fifteen minutes to make my way
downstairs.  I had intentionally given myself that amount of time, because
I wanted to entice Sabu onto Ike's back and let him knot with his weekend
bitch before I left the room.  Ike seemed to know that something had
changed and was tensing up as Sabu jumped on.  There wasn't much I could do
to change matters, but squeezing his balls in one hand changed his focus.
The pain I was causing drew his attention away from the knot pounding
against his ass and before he knew what happened he was Sabu's property.  I
wished them a good weekend and backtracked the twenty steps to the
elevator.  Without Sabu I am pretty helpless in finding my way, but I had
only taken two steps out of the car when I was greeted by the voice I had
come to recognize as one that belonged to a man that might become my
master.  "Welcome to Austin, zooboi.

Walt and I had been talking about the possibility of my visit for about six
months before the invitation to visit Austin had been issued.  Immediately
after I had accepted the offer to speak I had Walt's background checked,
going to see someone and being completely at their mercy is scary and
dangerous when you are able to find your way in a strange place, even more
so when you're blind.  My next door neighbor is a statetrooper and has done
me the same favor a few other times, he understands that I need to have a
measure of safety that verbal assurances alone don't give.  Of course the
person I'm to visit could still be dangerous or insane, but at least I had
made an effort to guarantee my personal safety.

Whether we had never traded physical descriptions or not alludes my memory,
but I wasn't expecting Walt to tower over me.  I'm over six feet tall and
although there are taller men, most of them don't make me feel short; he
did.  Walt directed me across the lobby of the hotel past the Fridays and
Starbucks and into an elevator that connected the lobby with the garage.
We were both in the front seat of his pickup truck riding up the Interstate
before he spoke to me again.

"Get undressed."  There was no wasting words, Walt kept the truck moving at
a steady speed as he wove in and out of traffic.  I had placed my clothes
behind the seat when he finally ordered me to get my dick erect.  I didn't
need to touch myself, the sound of Walt's bass excited me enough to raise
my dick out of my lap and poke me in the chest.  We travelled about twenty
minutes or so and he pulled the truck off the highway and turned towards
the setting sun.  After a few minutes he stopped and told me to stay put.
I heard him putting something in the back of the truck before he opened the
door and slid back in.  Nearly everytime I had been with a man that claimed
he wanted to be my master one of the first things he did after seeing how
long and thick I am was to order me to suck myself, Walt was no exception;
but he did tell me not to shoot.

I can't see where a vehicle is going when we're on the road, but sucking my
own dick and feeling the movement of the truck was even more disconcerting.
By the time Walt made a right turn I was almost dizzy enough to lose my
lunch.  But wanting to please Walt and explore the possibility of becoming
his dog slave I didn't dare to stop doing as he had ordered.  The truck
slowly wove its way up a steep, rough driveway or path that allowed brush
and trees to scrap along the sides.  Walt had not given me the impression
of wanting to take me to a forest cabin deep in the trees, so I was feeling
mislead and wary when the truck ground to a stop.

Walt opened my door and gave me his hand so I didn't fall from the higher
than usual truck.  For the first time since we'd met he put his hand on my
dick.  I knew at that moment that he intended me to understand that he was
in control as he grasped me hard and pulled me into a kneeling position.
"Directly in front of you are mittens for your front paws and pads for your
knees.  Until you leave here you are not to stand up again.  Put them on
and follow me up the stairs and into the house."  It had been dark outside
when we left the hotel in Austin, but where I knelt I could tell I was
surrounded by a soft light and was under a roof, it felt much like the
port'cochere of a hotel and I wondered if Walt had deceived me into
entering a public building naked and on my knees.

I hesitated climbing the stairs and soon Walt was leaning over me with a
collar being fastened around my neck.  He gave me a sharp tug on a leash
and I decided to obey his command once more.  I followed at his heels for
what seemed like the length of a football field, but it might have been
less since I'm not used to judging distance on my knees.  I know we had
gone through a couple of different rooms or areas of a building because of
the different textures of the floor coverings by the time Walt warned me
that we would once more be climbing stairs.

"This is my lanai.  You will be sleeping here tonight.  Just so you feel a
little more at home, the windows to your left look out over Lake Travis and
the top of a canopy of pin oaks and elms.  In front of you the wall of
windows opens into a few acres of trees. And to the right the windows look
out on the court-yard where you will be spending time with Pedro and
Jesus."

He had stopped talking for less than five seconds when I heard the clicking
of their nails and their panting.  It was a moment that I had been
anxiously awaiting for weeks.  But I had only been expecting to meet Pedro.
In all our conversations on the internet Walt had never mentioned the
existance of Jesus.  I thought about protesting but he spoke before I had
the opportunity.  "Now that you are with the pack you are not permitted to
speak.  You will answer me with one bark for yes and two for no."  Pedro
was the animal that I had hoped to meet, he is a pure white Argentine Dogo.
He is one of the fortunate ones that have all their eyesight and hearing.
Walt had promised that Pedro enjoyed mounting and fucking men and if I
could take his dick I too would enjoy it.  "I didn't mention Jesus to you
before, because I wasn't certain that he would be back from the show
circuit when you arrived.  He is a brindled Great Dane that will make
Pedro's entrance into your ass easier.  I had taken a Great Dane once
before and if that was the opening act for Pedro I wasn't certain that I
was still willing to have him mount me.

"You boys get to know each other and I'll be back in a few minutes."  Walt
was going down the stairs by the time I felt a cold nose poking at my
balls.  It was a shock, usually studs go straight for my ass before
anything else.  Pedro and Jesus had been circling around me sniffing and
pushing against my sides.  The larger Great Dane was careful to move back
whenever Pedro stepped behind me.  The little I knew about becoming a
dogslave led me to believe that I should try acting like Pedro and Jesus
and sniff and possibly lick at the boys' jewels.  Sabu and Ike would have
been so jealous to see my head bobbing between the hindlegs of a Dogo and
Dane.  Neither dog was ecstatic about having their balls in my mouth, but
their dicks responded to being licked.

"I see you are doing as I told you, boi."  Pedro and Jesus had run to his
feet and sat down when Walt entered the lanai and I understood that I was
expected to do the same.  Wedged between the Dogo and Dane I rested my head
on Walt's knee and relaxed as he rubbed his big hand through my hair and
behind my ears.  Never before had I felt like I belonged as strongly as I
did at that moment.  Like both of my companions I licked at Walt's leg.  I
would have liked to express my happiness in words, but the canine way
worked as well.  With the unwashed scent of his sex filling my head and the
power and size of the two dog's pressing against me I was lulled into
believing I had found a master that could take me past all of society's and
my personally imposed limits to sexuality.  When Walt pulled my head
forward and emptied what seemed like quart after quart of hot salty waste
in my mouth and throat I almost forgot that I had gone to meet Pedro and
join him as an equal.

The idea of being an equal to an animal had never fully penetrated my brain
or I probably wouldn't have so eagerly taken the opportunity.  Still
drinking golden ambrosia straight from the thick tap I felt a dick poking
high up on my ass.  Squeezed between Walt's legs I didn't have the weight
of the dog on my back and was unable to tell which one had seen my wagging
butt as the object of his desire.  The dog had been humping uselessly for a
minute or two when Walt reached behind me and smeared me with lube and
lined up the dog dick with my hole.  He let his hand trail up my side until
he reached my left teat and twisted it between his finger and thumb.  I
couldn't concentrate on the dick entering my butt for the pain in my teat
and when he relaxed I found my self filled with dog dick and being
mercilessly fucked.

Jesus would have normally been grasping my sides painfully, but sqeezed
between Walt's legs I was protected from his front legs and nails.  Even if
he was scratching Walt the man was enjoying the action as Jesus pounded me
back and forth on his now fully erect cock.  I had told Walt that having
both ends filled was a dream that I hoped would be one day fulfilled.  He
was shooting ropes of thick cum down my throat when I felt the dog's knot
plunge past my sphincter and lodge itself inside.  I struggled not to cum,
I had not been given permission and Walt was not a master to accept
mistakes. Empty he stood up and walked away, leaving me beneath the Dane
and face to butt with Pedro.

This was one of the limits that I had imposed on myself years earlier when
Sabu and I had been first learning about sex with each other.  The idea of
licking a dog's ass had always been a little more than I could force myself
to accept, but here I was with a possible master ordering me to perform the
demeaning task for his pleasure.  I hesitated to respond, the reality of
crossing my own limits that I had believed possible moments earlier was
crashing around me and I was almost ready to refuse when Walt grabbed me by
the balls and sqeezed hard.  As I gasped he pulled Pedro backwards until my
mouth was in contact with the black hole.  Until he saw that I had obeyed
him Walt continued sqeezing and began to twist my sac.

I knew at that moment that Walt was not going to be the master that I had
hoped to find.  His use of pain and my idea of how it should be applied
would not match.  However, I intended to enjoy the rest of the time I had
with the dogs.  I had finally worked the tip of my tongue into Pedro's ass
when I heard a man speaking to Walt, "Where we put the cage, Meester
Weettee?"

"By the back door, Rudy."  Walt did not seem surprised by the entrance of
another person into the room while I was tied to Jesus and busily lapping
at the Dogo's asshole.  I'm certain I turned twenty shades of red in
embarrassment.  "Rudy, which of your sons are here this week?"

"Meester Weettee, Julio and Fernando are here through Martes.  Javy leaves
manana."  Rudy seemed used to speaking to Walt while watching the dogs
being serviced by a visitor.  I mustn't have been one of the first from the
way the conversation went.  Before Rudy left the room Walt had invited the
three sons to come by for breakfast in the lanai and help him feed the
slave.  The notion that a father would pass that invitation on to his sons
was beyond me, so I didn't give it another thought.  I assumed it was a
part of Walt's psychological game.

The Dane didn't shoot as much cum into me as many dogs that have been in my
ass and he was able to slide out not much longer than five minutes after he
stopped squirting.  He had walked halfway across the room before he lay
down, Pedro had pulled away from my tongue and pushed his own into my ass.
I was surprised at how fast and hard he licked at the Dane's cum and how
far it felt like his tongue entered me.  I could have died and gone to my
grave at that moment and never worried about missing a thing that life has
to offer.  I heard Walt give Pedro the order to mount and the smooth
underbelly of the Dog slid across my butt until a cock that is larger than
four fingers held together was sliding in one motion, five, six, seven
maybe eight inches deep.  The only thought that passed through my head that
interfered with the pleasure was that this is must be what it feels like
for those I fuck.

Not a lover but a fucker, Pedro didn't wait for me to get accustomed to his
length and girth.  He pulled back hard and then began a frantic dance of
copu-lation.  He had been pumping maybe fifteen times when I felt my head
being pulled into Walt's ass.  As appealling as the freshly shaved slit was
and as much as I enjoy rimming tops my mind and body needed to concentrate
on what Pedro was doing to me.  More than anything I wanted to have him pop
his knot in, but for minute after minute he banged it against me not really
hard enough to force in in but hard enough to bruise me.  Finally when Walt
left go of my head I lowered it to the floor, allowing Pedro the angle he
needed to plug me with the biggest knot I ever felt.  Unlike many dogs he
msut have actually enjoyed that because instantly he withdrew and plugged
me again and then again.  As his knot was plunging in and out he was
washing my colon with a load of cum that not only was hot but copious.

After Pedro turned and stood swaying butt to butt Walt examined my body
with his hands, pinching, petting and squeezing.  By the time Pedro was
trying to pull out I was loving the feel of Walt's hands and what they
could do to my body.  At his order I did for Pedro what the dog would
normally have done for himself, using my tongue to clean not only his dick
but balls and sheath.  Finished with my chore walt walked the three of us
to the back door and leading me to a patch of grass told me to relieve
myself before I was to be put to bed.  Pissing like a dog is not too
difficult, but hunching over to void one's bowels of dog cum while being
watched is.

Back in the lanai, Pedro and I were placed in the cage told to lay down.
There was a clean mat and a small blanket at one end of the eight foot long
cage at the other end was a bowl of water and a bowl of piss.  I was sure
which was mine and which was Pedro's.  I lay down on the mat and the dog
that had just fucked my so well stretched out with his head using my butt
for a pillow.  When I tried to move I heard a growl that informed me I was
disturbing the master.