Date: Sat, 17 Nov 2007 13:32:45 -0600
From: charles Turner <cbru49@gmail.com>
Subject: Sabu and Pup part 8

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

"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 throw the blanket with the bitch's smell on our back.

"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 to nuzzle against his face when I could, until Pedro decided that
our mouths needed to be closer and his tongue met with mine.

If Pedro was human and could assent to being fucked by another dog and
stood side by side with me as I enjoyed a knot plunging into my ass our
situation might have expanded our love for each other.  Without his ability
to consent I was fearful for his mental stability, he might turn into a
mean fighting dog or a submissive bitch that never again had the desire to
mount me.  Every whisper I made was to let him know I loved him, intended
to keep his mind away from the physical abuse he was suffering.  And please
believe me, mounting a dog without his willing submission is physical and
sexual abuse, rape if you will.

Rudy and the other man struggled to keep the Rottweilers from tieing with
Pedro and I by keeping a hand between their knots and our asses.  I didn't
know why until Chico and Harpo dismounted and immediately Jesus jumped on
Pedro and Frank tried entering me.  The Dogo growled and whimpered as Jesus
plunged into his ass.  I would have done the same if Frank had been able to
enter me with as much power as Jesus hit my lover.  Actually that was the
moment that I knew who was speaking with Rudy, the night I had serviced all
of the guests at the dinner there had been one dick that was too thick for
me to do more than give a poor head job.  As that stub tried opening me I
was certain of the dick, there are some dicks that are forgetable but his
was one that I will never forget.  Not because I was enamored, but because
it had nearly as a big diameter as it was long, a veritable fist sticking
out from his legs.

Frank had not yet broken through when I heard Fernando and Pup rush into
the lanai. We had agreed that if I was in the house more than two hours
they would try to rescue me.  Jesus yelped as loud as I've ever heard a dog
cry and Pedro seemed to try following him before I heard the Dane running
across the floor and crash through the door.  Both Fernando and Pup were
yelling at the man that had been trying to enter me and at Rudy, in the
confusion of the moment it took me hearing the same words a few times
before I understood that Fernando was calling Rudy, his father, the owner.
Billy Dean tried getting down beside me and unlashing Pedro from my side
but the Dogo was angry, even with a muzzle on his face he tried to get at
my other lover.

Why the dog didn't go after the man fucking my face instead of the one
helping him is one of those unfathomable canine responses that keep us from
ever wholely trusting our faithful companions.  The dick in my throat and
Pedro pulling at the leash are the last things I remember until I felt the
van pull off the lake road onto the flatter road to the Interstate and
heard Fernando on the phone talking to a vet he knows.  Pup was trying to
keep me from rolling onto the floor and holding the rough Tee-shirt I'd
left in the van to my asshole.

Why I don't remember much of the trip is a loss, either the alcohol from
earlier or a lack of air or the pain I'd suffered, I don't know.  Neither
Pup nor Pedro would move from my side, I think I heard the Dogo growling at
his rival and Sabu barking at the ado in the back of the van, but it may
have just been a dream.  Until I heard Fernando assuring me that Pedro and
I would be taken care of, I didn't realize how badly abused we were.

"Can't anybody control this dog?"  The voice was one I hadn't heard before.
Still I knew it was referring to Pedro.  I tried to see what was happening,
but just turning my head was a struggle.  Speaking was difficult and
getting my voice loud enough for anyone to hear impossible.  I whistled for
the dog to come to my side and threw an arm over his neck so the vet was
able to examine him.  It didn't take long before he had given him a
sedative and stitched up the tear in Pedro's rectum.  Only then was Pup
able to get his muzzle off.  I knew the vet gave instructions for the dog's
care, I didn't hear anything beyond 'he needs to be kept quiet'.

When the doctor arrived and started stitching up the tears on my ass and
inside is lost in the overload of the night.  I do remember fighting
against whomever put the soft restraints on my wrists and tied me to the
corners of the bed, but whether it was the doctor or Fernando I'm not sure.
I was just waking up again when I felt hands on my dick feeding the
catheter in little by little, I was so groggy that the tube felt like a
garden hose going in.  It must have been hours later that I woke again, I
couldn't speak or move much but I was able to feel two heads laying on the
bed by my sides.

Over the next few days I woke intermittently to find Billy Dean and Pedro
at my side.  Pup fed me liquids and medicine but wouldn't let me get up.
Pedro sat watching every move he made, guarding me and once Billy Dean was
finished moving between me and anyone that entered the room.  He and Billy
Dean had come to a truce, he didn't trust anyone else, doctor or not.
Whenever Billy Dean took Pedro out for exercise and relief Sabu would move
into the position he had de-serted.  I was getting anxious to leave the
bed, or at least turn over. More than a week had passed when my half
brother walked into the room.

Our fathers are as different as men could be, with one commonality, they
were both professional baseball players.  Our mother was a baseball
groupie, I had often heard her bragging to the next door neighbor how many
different players she had seduced.  It is not what every little boy needs
to hear, especially when she bragged about the nights when she was allowed
into their lockerrooms and gave every player on three different teams a
blow job.  One thing there was no doubt about was that when she told us who
our fathers were, the resemblance was easy to see.  Jackson could have
played his father in a Tv biopic and the public would have thought that it
was made from home movies.  I didn't look like the Astro that had fathered
me, but when I saw his sons lined up to honor him one summer I wondered if
even he would have been able to tell I didn't belong to his wife and
family.

The house had been hot, so Billy Dean had removed the sheet that had been
cover-ing me.  Jackson and I had not been talking a lot in the past few
years, up until he graduated from high school he and a friend of his had
bullied me.  I should say they harassed me, sexually? harassed me.  I'm
seven years younger than Jackson, he ran around with a group of black
athletes that were not good enough to be stars, but did get to play if
their teams were winning.  Finally in their senior year Jackson and his
friend Willie landed on the wrestling first team.

I thought they were around each other too much, but I never saw them doing
any-thing sexual except when they caught me spying on them.  Then they
would take out their dicks which I thought were the biggest things I'd ever
seen and piss all over me.  They would threaten to beat me up if I told our
mother.  For three years I was trained by my brother and his friend to take
their piss whenever they wanted to wet my clothes.  I'm certain that is
where my present fascination with piss started, including my willingness to
drink straight from the tap.  And that is where Jackson walked in.  Still
the bully he pulled my head up by the hair and drained his bladder from
whatever piss he had carried from our hometown to my new home directly into
my open mouth.

"Well, little bro feel like you're home now?"  There was a touch of
affection in Jackson's voice that surprised me.  Normally he would have
been laughing at my circumstances or worse.

"Yeah.  Thanks."  I didn't know who had called Jackson and I wasn't pleased
at his presence by the bed, I didn't know if he would hear my sarcasm or
not.  I hadn't seen my brother since I'd graduated from undergraduate
school.  That time he drove my mother to the ceremony, I thought the first
time I saw him that he was attempting to mend bridges but the moment he was
able to get me alone he raised up my robe and drenched me just as he had
the day he moved away from home ten years earlier.  Now, another ten years
had passed and he had moved onto using my mouth for his golden waste
instead of spraying my body.

"Our mother went to Florida to stalk the owners and general managers'
meeting.  When she called to ask me if I'd come see how you were doing I
couldn't believe that you were less than two hours from my home."  A trace
of a Texan accent had crept in to his deep voice.  The idea of him living
within driving distance was a good reason for me to reconsider my quick
decision to live in Austin.  "Where is the boy that called our Mother?  She
said the prick sounded like he was in love with you."

Jackson was making leaps across years of noncommunication that I wasn't
certain I cared to follow, but at that moment Billy Dean brought Pedro back
to the house and I wasn't going to deny him the first time anybody asked.
For about fifteen minutes we strained to have a normal conversation.
Unable to catch the visual clues that Jackson had his eyes glued on Pedro
and Sabu I tried talking about family and moving the conversation away from
the uncomfortable subject of what had happened to me.

Both dogs started barking before the doorbell rang.  But they wouldn't
leave me alone with Jackson.  Billy Dean came back into the room saying
that Jackson's friend had arrived.  He hadn't mentioned that he was
expecting anyone nor had he said anything about being gay.  "Well, Cruz you
know Willie.  We've been toge-ther since we were in tenth grade."  All that
spying I had done to never catch them seemed such a waste now that Jackson
was charging out of the closet with his lover on his arm.  "Willie and I
are both coaching at Baylor up in Waco.  I'm sure there's a lot of talk
about two male coaches living together, but I don't care, anymore.  We want
to stay together and even those small minded Baptist con-ser-va-tives
aren't going to stop us."

Most of the barriers that had kept Jackson and I from talking fell.  For
the next few hours we talked about our lives and how strange it was that we
were both now in Texas.  Billy Dean didn't say much during that time, but
he had gently covered me with the sheet before Willie and Fernando entered
the room.  After all the introductions were completed Jackson and Willie
started in on Fernando for allowing me to be hurt by his father.  It was
getting ugly between my brother and Fernando when our host slipped and let
Jackson know that Pedro was the cause of the problem.  He didn't say I
wanted Pedro for sex, but he did say that I'd fallen in love with the Dogo.

If we'd been in my own house I would have offered my brother and his lover
dinner, but Fernando and Billy Dean had been surviving on fast food while
they fed me a liquid diet.  Both Austinites were invited to join Jackson
and Willie for dinner but only Fernando went.  I knew when the threesome
returned that my brother would know about my penchant for having sex with
dogs.  Just the idea of Jackson knowing the secret I had tried to keep from
the family and friends that lived around my mother was enough to lift me
from the depression that had followed me to my sick bed and survived for
two weeks.

"Pup, find some blocks for Pedro to stand on so he can stick that big dick
in my mouth.  I don't want him forgetting that I'm his bitch.  He may not
be able to fuck me for a few more weeks, but there is no reason for him to
have blue balls like I do."  My young lover didn't take long finding some
blocks Fernando had stored in his garage.  Before I took the tip of Pedro's
bone in my mouth I told Pup to lick his balls, rub the inside of his legs
and after he was fully erect to move up and lick his ass.  I had never told
him to do that before, but I wanted Pedro to enjoy Pup's tongue as much as
I had for the last few weeks and hoped to do for a long time.

The big Dogo knew as soon as he was standing over my head what was going on
and seemed to lower his dick from the sheath by will.  I hadn't actually
forgotten how large he is, but I had to struggle to accommodate ten inches
of thick dog dick humping into my mouth and throat.  The taste of his first
cum dripping from the end of his shaft was like meeting the gods and being
invited to gorge one's self on amprosia, I couldn't understand why I had
waited so long to have Pedro mount my face.  I doubted that I would be able
to take his knot in my mouth, so I allowed it to bump against my lips and
his low hanging balls to bounce on my chin.  It must have been at that
moment that Pup hit Pedro's asshole with his tongue, because the Dogo hit
my head hard enough to plunge his knot between my lips and teeth filling my
throat with dick and mouth with the knot.

Although I hadn't said anything about it, Pup moved back between my legs
and let his smooth tongue teasingly run up and down my ass crack.  Fernando
must have brought our visitors back into the house through the back door
because I hadn't heard a door close or a car engine before I heard Jackson
and Willie commenting about the show.  I hadn't expected them back so
quickly, but they had decided that Pup deserved a meal also and had simply
picked up a meal to go.  I suppose Pup was feeling somewhat embarrassed to
be found rimming me, he stopped a few moments after I first heard Jackson
and Willie saying how hot it was to see a man and dog having sex.  I didn't
want Pup to stop, but with my mouth and throat full there was no way I
could ask him to stay on the bed.

I felt him slipping off the right side of the bed and another weight on the
left, I don't think my ass was neglected for less than fifteen seconds.
The tongue picked up where Pup left off was longer, narrower and more
experienced.  I didn't know whether it was my brother or his lover, I had
never fantasied about having sex with my brother, but the reality of incest
didn't bother me.  If I had been forced or abused it would have been
different, however I was feeling ecstatic with every swipe of the tongue on
my shit slit and when I felt a second head forcing its way between my legs
to lick my fully extended dick I nearly passed out from pleasure.

After using me as their appetizer and watching Pedro shooting his overdue
load of dog cum everyone else started eating their dinner.  It was one of
those times I'm glad I can't see, the smell was enough to make my mouth
water with the desire for real food.  Pup, seemed to enjoy feeding me Jello
and V-8 while he ate Shrimp Scampi.  I had just eaten all the cum anyone
could want so it didn't anger me in the least.  I was surprised to have
Willie ask if I would allow one of the dogs mount him. Jackson must have
been surprised too, he tried to talk his lover out of it.  Learning that it
would be the first time for Willie I told him that he would need to ask
Billy Dean if Sabu could mount him, the retriev-er's knot is not as large
so I thought it would be safer.

When Billy Dean acquiesced to allowing Sabu the pleasure of a strange ass
my brother decided he couldn't be outdone by his lover and asked me if
Pedro could mount him.  There was no way I was going to deny Pedro the
opportunity to mount a man, there was a condition I made Pup and Fernando
agree to before I told Jackson okay.  With one arm free of my restraints I
could have undone the other, but I had promised that I would only use my
hand and arm to feel Pedro and Jackson fucking.  It was wonderful to be
able to hug the Dogo and when my hand strayed down to caress Jackson's ass
I understood why Willie was happy with their sex life.  Jackson's asshole
snapped at my fingers like a hungry child after candy, his cheeks were as
firm as twin hams and seven flacid inches of dick hung between his legs.
Pup had dabbed a glob of K-Y above his asshole and I enjoyed running two,
then three fingers into my brother, if he hadn't been waiting for Pedro to
hump him I would have seen how long it would take for him to open up enough
to take my entire hand.

I don't know if Willie and Jackson knew what Billy Dean, Fernando and I
were saying when we discussed the dogs' knots.  It seemed to me that they
both didn't think there was going to be much more to taking a dog than
another guy, I was not trying to pay Jackson back for the hundreds of times
he'd pissed all over my clothes and face, but I did want to have Pedro tie
with him the first time he took my brother.  For the first few minutes of
their act I allowed my hand to stroke one or the other, by the time Pedro
was frantically humping at Jackson I grabbed my brother's balls, hard.  I
had learned with Sabu that doing that would caused the man to forget about
the dick in his ass long enough for the dog to plow through his sphincter
and lodge within.  Surprisingly to me, when Pedro had slid in Jackson began
shooting a load of cum.  I caught some of it and raised it to Pedro's
mouth, the horny dog licked my hand clean before trying to turn and tie
with the new bitch.

The lovers were moaning loudly and begging for help, 'mother-fucking dog'
this, cocksucker that', 'shit eating bitches' and more profanity than I had
heard in my entire life.  Pup must have understood what I did and had
followed suit.  He sat on the bed and tried describing the action in front
of us, it was the first time he saw the side to side swaying that Pedro
used to end his mating and the first time he had seen Sabu fuck.  The door
bell rang and Fernando let the doctor that was to examine my ass, enter.

"I didn't realize that I was coming to a show.  If I had I would have
brought my Shepards, they love having strange men suck their dicks.
They're not much into fucking though.  But, you have that covered."

"Doc, you can take them home with you.  Pedro wouldn't stand another dog in
the house."  I was trying to be as good natured as he was, I really didn't
want Jackson or Willie to leave that night.

"Can you quiet them while I examine you?"  It was only to be expected, the
doctor hated to be interrupted.

"Billy Dean, Fernando, do you mind sticking your dicks in their mouths?"