Date: Wed, 31 Oct 2007 13:51:13 -0600
From: charles Turner <cbru49@gmail.com>
Subject: Sabu and Pup 7

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 asked the valet at the front door to show the young man that had been
walking my dog over the weekend into Fridays, I thought I heard a snicker
in the background but ccouldn't tell where or why.  Hoping a full load of
liquid waste warming his gut would entice Pup to join our excursion beyond
Lake Travis I had switched from scotch to beer.  We had planned to be
leaving soon after he arrived and I wanted to satisfy his thirst before we
left the hotel.  Surpris-ingly Sabu gave me a warning that Pup had entered
the restaurant by an unac-customed whining. He was ready for loving after a
long day of work, some that I no longer gave him.

Still in his harness, the well and fully trained Sabu didn't rise from the
floor or greet Pup as he seemed to want.  After introducing my new partner
to my new co-worker I asked Pup to guide me upstairs to my room, I wanted
to leave Sabu with Fernando so he wouldn't change his mind about betraying
the man that em-ployed his father and had become the lover of his youngest
brother.  Pup easily fell into the role of valet, taking each piece of
clothing as I removed it and placing it on a hanger.  As I handed him my
underwear I could hear him sniffing them lightly, a harmless and kinky
fetish that I didn't know he had but was not unhappy to learn about, I was
sure we could incorporate it into our sex play some day.  Completely
undressed I pulled Pup to me and gently yet passionately kissed him, as I
held him in my arms I let him know that we would be staying in Austin for
the foreseeable future.

He squirmed in my arms as badly as a real pup until he hit the floor
dancing on four feet and wagging his tail.  I soon felt his warm breath on
my ass and his hands trying to separate the halves so he could happily
worship me with his dedicated tongue.  I only allowed him a few minutes, if
Fernando, Sabu and Pedro weren't waiting I would not have moved him away.
Then I turned and without aiming let loose with the first spurt of recycled
beer.  I felt it splash off his face and hit my leg, but it was barely out
of the shaft when Pup's smooth wet lips clamped on my dick and nursed me
like a greedy pup does his mother's teat.

Fernando had too many martinis to drive so Pup was drafted to drive the
state van.  The ride north was one of the least sexual since I'd been in
Austin if you don't count the warm breath of Sabu seeping through my light
sweats to my crotch and the groping hand of Pup massaging my balls as he
helped me find the step.  I had Pup stop at a sporting goods store and buy
a pair of knee pads and slipped him extra money to buy himself a couple
yellow jockstraps, the only underwear I would be letting him wear while we
lived together.  Sitting in the parking lot of the store an artificial
barrier that had stood between Fernando, Pup and I broke down with
lubrication as we finally began using first names instead of Doctor, sir
and Pup.

At the bottom of the driveway that leads to the house overlooking Lake
Travis Fernando got out of the van and entered the code necessary to open a
sliding gate.  Once the gate was open he spoke to Billy Dean, telling him
to follow the drive as it wound to the left and not to make any right
turns, he promised to be waiting when we returned.  The van was much slower
crawling up the mountain than Walt's truck had been and by the time we came
to a stop I had gone over the plan that Fernando and I had hatched a number
of times until I could have repeated it in my sleep.  What I didn't know
that Fernando knew was that the entire plan was crap.  Nothing would go the
way he had helped me plan from the moment I entered the house looking for
Pedro.

Billy Dean helped me down from the van and I rubbed Sabu's head to let him
know he was staying.  My young lover eased me out of the Tee-shirt and
sweats before handing me the knee pads he had stripped of price tags and
plastic.  I wasn't going into the house expecting to remain as a dogslave,
so mittens were unnec-essary.  Expectations of what was to come had my dick
standing and my asshole throbbing uncontrollably, it was one time that
evening that I wanted to order Pup to his knees, but I knew there was going
to be more than enough sex in the next portion of the trip to satisfy even
the loneliest asshole.  I pulled Billy Dean, Pup, to me and whispered in
his ear that I was doing this to save a life and I would do much more for
him if I ever needed to, with a final kiss I let him turn me towards the
steps.

From my knees it was a bit difficult to open the door, but I knew that I
would not be admitted if I tried it any other way.  I was half way across
the thres-hold into the foyer when I heard an unfamiliar voice, "so, mi
perrito has again returned.  Pedro has meessed hees leetle beetch.  Are you
heere to take heem home, puta?"

I was certain that Walt was gone.  Who was this man that acted as if he
owned the Dogo, me and the house?  I was unable to put it together right
then, so all I did was give him one bark.  The chance that I would be
allowed to speak had faded with the remarkably garbled greeting.  Fernando
had warned me that his father would expect me to do the Dogo in some
fashion if he would be expected to risk his position in the house for a dog
but never having heard him speak I didn't know that I was being subjected
to his mannerisms.  I didn't know whether to retreat or push ahead, but
while I tried deciding what I should do the man reached down and placed a
collar around my neck and snapped a leash onto it.  That is when I first
thought that it might be Rudy; the leash had made a distinctive snap, it
was as if the person holding it didn't release the clip smoothly but tried
making as much noise as the metal might make by allowing it to hit full
force.

I was following the man on my hands and knees across a hard stone floor
when I heard Pedro begin barking.  I hoped that meant he had caught a sniff
of me and was happy to greet me, not that he was angry or that something
was wrong.  Still I could tell from the rattling noise that he was confined
to the cage that we had shared.  I was up the first short flight of stairs
and crossing a roughly carpeted expanse when I bumped my head into Jesus.
I couldn't tell that by any way other than the voice that led me, speaking
to me.

"Well perrito, eet looks like Jesus remembers you.  That beeg pinga ees
almost to the floor.  Suck eet!"  I had promised myself that any sex act I
was ordered to commit on this rescue mission would be done without
hesitation.  I tried sticking my head under the belly of the Great Dane to
reach his dick, but somehow I had gotten reversed and I ended up with his
egg-size balls bouncing against my lips.  We all have sex acts that we
would most prefer to do and enjoy the most having done to us; personally I
like nothing better than having my ass rimmed, not even getting fucked or
sucked beats that in my book.  But, second on my list of favorite
activities is sucking on balls, preferably big hairless balls that fill my
mouth one at a time.  That is exactly what Jesus had and they were
wonderful.  I didn't want to leave Jesus turn around so I would be sucking
his dick but the voice was soon bored with watching Jesus's balls
disappearing in my mouth.

Jesus stood like a statue while I let his dick slide through my lips until
his knot was pressing them against my teeth.  That is one of the amazing
things about dog dicks, some of them have knots right at the sheath and
others have their knots further up the shaft.  Pedro's knot was far enough
up so he could still hump after entering, but Jesus's was right at the
sheath and made his dick look longer.  Since I didn't swallow his knot I
actually had less dick in my mouth and throat when sucking Jesus even if I
could move more smoothly over the full length.  He was almost ready to
unload in my throat when I heard him being chased to the next room.  I did
get the taste of a few drops on my tongue, but he pulled off and ran away
without giving me what I expected.

Although I figured I would be meeting him again before the evening was over
I was not happy to let his dick escape.  I followed the man who was now
pulling on my leash as quickly as I was able to crawl.  After childhood
that is no longer a natural movement and unable to see where I am going
makes me more cautious than others. By this time Pedro was going crazy, I
knew that there must be something that was making him extremely upset,
something more than the cage.  It was immediately apparent what was
disturbing him, I felt two cold snouts and tongues exploring my body.  I
didn't know whether I was going to be fucked twice in front of Pedro or I
was expected to take one dog in both ends.  What there was no doubt about
was that Pedro would be seeing me taken by other dogs, if he would bite a
man I wondered what he would do to another dog.

"Pobrecito.  Your perro wants to tear these Rotties apart.  But you, you
leetle puta, you ruined heem.  You made heem take your pinga, now hees a
beetch like you.  Eef you could see eet I'd have every perro een the kennel
fuck heem, wipe heem with beetch scent and let them go at heem again."
This man seemed angrier than Walt about the condition of Pedro and the idea
his Dogo had been mounted by a man that loved him didn't matter, the dog
was ruined in his eyes and there was no way he would ever be the same.
Stupid Machismo.  "Seet, Chico!  Seet, Har-po!"  The dogs moved away from
me, far enough that I wondered why I was alone.  The leash that had been
snapped onto the collar was tied to the floor, my hands were cuffed and
attached to the same I-bolt, a padded stool was slipped under my chest and
I found I was unable to raise my head or pull myself up.

I could hear the Rottweilers breathing heavily and occassionally snorting
with impatience.  What I didn't hear was the man that had led me to the
room walking around or preparing to strike me which he did unexpectedly and
violently.  The pain was so sudden and all encompassing that I had no idea
what had hit me or even exactly where it had hit although I knew it was
somewhere on my butt.  My experience with punishment had been limited to
mild play and one beating by my father for pissing in his pumpkin patch.
When I was told to start counting strokes I had no idea that the man
hitting me would be switching between differ-ent whips and paddles to see
how I reacted.

I had discussed SM with various people over the years I had been using the
I-net, but I never knew anyone personally that professed to enjoy either
role.  The first day I had met Walt I had thought this would be his idea of
play and had set my mind against him and now I was someone else's toy to
abuse at will.  The count had passed thirty and my cheeks were wet with
tears.  My thighs and butt were burning so badly that I didn't acknowledge
the end of the session or one of the dogs licking at the welts.

I must have been sobbing too heavily to hear the first order, but when I
felt the weight of a dog on my back I knew what was coming even though I
had not been prepped at all.  Not even a single lick from either of the
dogs or a finger from the man behind me.  It was not Chico's concern and
when I felt the bone poking at my balls and then working its way up to my
asshole I knew that I was the only one that cared. I'd had worse and I'd
taken dog dicks that were fully swollen before entering me, so when Chico
poked into my ass with just a bone it was bearable.  A slick water-based
lube would have been great, even saliva would have been helpful; the thin
bone began swelling before the natural lube a dog secrets had the chance to
make my channel slick enough to not hurt.

Once Chico began humping at full force I felt a human dick pressing against
my lips.  It wasn't the piss slit that I felt but the broad upper half of
the head, when I opened my lips I knew why.  The man who had been speaking
to me slid his dowsing rod across my tongue and lodged within my throat as
if he were searching for my stomach.  The bend in his dick would have made
it impossible to fuck another man, there were at least two and a half
inches beyond the bend and enough behind so that my lips were not buried in
pubes but brushing against them.  For a couple minutes I thought my end had
come and I would never breathe again.  Fortunately the power of the
Rottweiler humping my ass left room for air to seep around the wiggling
dick in my throat.

I had been hard for so long that the stud's knot rubbing against my
prostrate could not have failed to make me cum.  From the moment Chico
began filling me with his sperma dn piss I was spurting and only when he
turned to tie with me did I slow to an ooze. The man behind the dick in my
mouth was not ready to watch a dog gently tug at his knot and take his time
escaping for the ridges of my butt, he first slapped me and then Chico so
the dog jumped and loudly dislodged himself.  Chico didn't have time to
lick my ass or clean up the cum flowing down over my balls before the man
had Harpo up and mounting me.  It was a pack bang.  When I felt the long
wide tongue of Jesus lapping at the sensi-tive head of my still hard dick
searching for cum I knew I wasn't going to be let loose for some time.

Harpo was larger and stronger than Chico and I was bouncing on the stool
under me and back and forth on the dick in my mouth and throat.  The man
was unable to resist for long and as quickly as he cam his dick shrank to
its flacid state and he held my head with both hands and gave me the
bitterest stream of piss I'd ever tasted.  I know coffee changes the taste
of cum and his was bitter and salty; the piss was revolting, I have no idea
what could make him taste that bad.  I was still swallowing when he pushed
Jesus's long dick against my lips and ordered me to suck it again.  Hearing
Pedro whine in his cage I resolved again not to resist, but to please this
man that was bent on degrading me beyond what he'd seen over the weekend.

I wondered if Jesus's balls were fake, he refused to cum no matter how hard
I sucked.  Chico had already turned when I heard another man enter the room
and be told to remove Pedro from the cage.  Foolishly I thought I was soon
to be finished with the horror of the evening.  He was pulling the person
that had removed him from the cage, I could hear his nails on the floor
even though it was carpeted.  When I felt him against me it wasn't the
smooth white hair of my beloved, but a coarse leather muzzle that rubbed my
face.  He was defenseless against the other dogs in the room and it didn't
take the man long to tell me why.

"You thought watching you bee a beetch for mi perros was enough to make me
forget you fucked mi mejor perro?  You want a beetch?  He be your beetch."
I didn't really understand what he was talking about until he told the
other man to wipe our butts with the beetch smell.

"Now Chico, Harpo and Jesus will fuck you all night.  Eef they get tired
maybe the sons of Pedro would fuck their papi.  Ha, ha!"  It wasn't a
demented laugh, but he was certainly enjoying himself too much as Pedro was
lashed to my side and the Rottweilers both mounted us as one.  I wished I
could have held Pedro as he was force fucked but with my hands cuffed the
best I could do was whisper sweet nothings to him.  I had kissed him before
and tried too nuzzle against his face when I could, until Pedro decided
that our mouths needed to be closer and his tongue met with mine.