Date: Mon, 1 May 2006 13:58:59 EDT
From: Danhol900@aol.com
Subject: Brutal Truckers and Titus Too #1

Disclaimer to readers; This is a side plot line to the Brutal Trucker Sex
series most recently posted to Nifty on 4/27/06.  It is intended as a stand
alone series of two chapters but if additional context is required or
desired as background then the readers are directed to the Nifty/Gay
Male/Authoritarian/Brutal Trucker Sex series (4/27/06) for previous and
eventually subsequent chapters of this retelling of a particularly intense
period of my younger days.  This story is a departure for me but it is
important for me to accurately retell these events and thus it contains
sexual activity between a male Homo sapien and a male Canis domestica.  If
sexual activity between humans and dogs offends the gentle reader you are
advised to not read this story and perhaps check out the Brutal Trucker Sex
series in Gay Male/Authoritarian.  Feel free to write with comment or
suggestions.

Write me at danhol900@aol.com

Background:

I was 18 years old, just out of high school and in the middle of an unusual
interview for a warehouse position at Spignotti and Sons Distribution
Center of Jersey City, NJ.  I was being considered for the position of
warehouse trucker slut and had passed muster with the highly educated
Armani-suited executive board of the corporation under the board room
table, a gang of about 30 of my potential colleagues (the nastiest,
sweatiest, unshaven and horniest truckers this side of the Mississippi) and
even managed to bring a smile to the face of Mr. Spignotti after much
consternation and exertion on my part.  Blackmore, a particularly sadistic
trucker had suggested to Mr. Spignotti that he turn me into a "real bitch"
and the owner liked this idea a lot.  This lead to my current introduction
to Joe Bruno, head of security at Spignotti and Sons and one of the guard
dogs, a German Shepard named Titus.

Main story: Mr. Spignotti pulled out of my battered and bruised backside
painfully, peeled off his cum-filled condom and threw it on the floor in
front of me.  All eyes were on the bloated condom and I knew what I had to
do without being told.  I picked up the slime covered latex tube and
raising the open end to my lips, I sucked every drop of Mr. Spignotti's cum
into my mouth.  With a look of amusement he turned me around to face him on
my knees and playfully ruffling my blond hair said, "That's a great fuck
hole you got there, bitch.  I wonder how well I did turning you into a real
bitch like your bud Blackmore over there suggested.  What do you say, slut,
did I do a good job?"  I wasn't sure whether he meant his fucking or
turning me into a real bitch but my instincts told me this was not a man to
disagree with.  I nodded my head and said simply, "Yes Sir, you did a great
job, Sir" as an evil grin spread across his face.  He stood with dignity
and poise and carefully zipped up his still perfectly clean and pressed
trousers turned to Joe Bruno saying, "Well Joe, whacha say?  Do you think
Titus here sees this piece of trash as a real bitch yet?"  Bruno replied,
"To be honest Sir, he'll need to see the slut used more like a dog would
use `em.  Want a demonstration, Sir?"  Mr. Spignotti just nodded yes as the
room became stony quiet and the smell of sweat, dog and testosterone filled
the midnight air of the warehouse of Spignotti and Sons of Jersey City.

"You see, Sir", Joe Bruno began like a professor lecturing a class, "Titus
here is really just an animal, he doesn't think like you and me, he doesn't
reason, he only responds to instincts."  I got the feeling that
Mr. Spignotti would not normally let someone lecture him but a kind of
afterglow seemed to descend upon him after he'd fucked me so viscously,
softening his typical domineering attitude.  The nod and knowing smile on
his face also told me that he thought Mr. Bruno could just as easily be
talking about the truckers around us as about Titus.

Joe's lecture continued, "An animal like ole Titus here uses all his senses
to identify a bitch in heat.  Dogs are naturally competitive and if he sees
me fucking this skanky, slime-filled hole", he nodded condescendingly at
me, "then he'll see this piece of shit scum-bag as a bitch for his dick
too.  But he needs to use his eyes, his ears and his nose to convince his
cock that this is a hole worthy of his seed".  Mr. Spignotti seemed to
understand as he stepped back and said, "Have at the fuckwadd, Bruno.  Turn
the fucker into a real bitch, right before these fuckin bastards' eyes".
There was total silence in the Trucker's Lounge as Mr. Bruno set to his
task.

The first thing he did was release Titus from his leash.  Now Titus was a
trained attack dog and the truckers all knew this as they backed away from
the released animal.  Titus surveyed his surroundings as if checking to see
if any of these sweaty, smelly truckers presented a threat to his beloved
Spignotti and Sons.  The hair on his back stood up and a snarling growl
escaped his lips as he looked over each trucker around him.  I knew that he
could see and smell every one of the bastards who had been fucking me all
night long and seemed able to determine the threats posed by each.  If he
wasn't sure Titus would look over to his Master for help and it was clear
to everyone in the room that one word from Mr. Bruno and the dog would be
at the throat of any culprit.  Titus only looked over at Joe twice as he
surveyed the room; once when he inspected Mr. Spignotti and once again as
he came across the sadist Pete Blackmore.  I was hoping against hope that
Joe would say that magic word and solve my problems with Blackmore but no
words came and the beast then turned his attention to me.  I was still on
my hands and knees as Mr. Bruno pointed at me and shouted "Freeze".
Instantaneously Titus was inches from my face snarling and growling.

Joe had complete control of the animal but I didn't know this at the time.
I felt like I was literally dead meat.  I was cowering, not daring to move
a muscle; sweat dripping from every pore.  Joe then shouted for Titus,
"Verify!" as the beast changed demeanor and began to inspect every inch of
my nakedness.  I felt completely vulnerable as Titus sniffed and licked my
skin, beginning at my face, along my arms, back and legs before finally
concentrating on my backside.  I was repulsed by the dog's tongue and nose
as they slid across my sweat covered body.  I quickly learned not to move a
muscle as even a slight shifting of my kneeling position sent the dog into
a snarling, growling frenzy.  "Good dog, Titus, Hold!" Joe shouted as I
discovered yet another member of Spignotti and Sons who was above me in the
pecking order.  "Now, back, Titus!" Joe shouted and the animal stepped back
just a few feet from my butt.

Joe continued his lecture, as much for me as for the men, "Titus's nose
tells his that this piece of shit here has been fucked by every dick in the
room.  He can smell the sweat and cum in every pore of this scumbag.  Now
we need to let the fucker use his eyes and ears to tell him that this is a
bitch hole for his dick to use".  Again I heard a zipper descend and felt
Joe slide a finger into my sore and traumatized hole.  I jerked at the
sudden invasion and caught a glimpse of Titus's cock double in size at my
response.  Joe, always the professor added, "See that, right there fuckers,
when a bitch jumps like that a dog knows it's ready for dicking.  Titus is
recognizing the natural response of a bitch in heat.  See there, the slut's
cock is hard and dripping with just my finger".

>From my vulnerable kneeling position I looked around me and every cock in
the room was hard again, including Titus's, Joe's and even Mr. Spignotti's.
Joe started twisting and forcing his finger around and I instinctively
squirmed and wriggled my butt around.  A small yip escaped my lips as Joe
roughly inserted a second finger up my butthole.  Again Joe instructed his
class, "There, right there again.  Did you fuckers hear that little sound
the bitch made with my second finger?  Well that's fucking magic to the
ears of a horny stud like Titus here.  It tells him the bitch is willing to
take the pain of intrusion and not fight back.  This bitch is primed guys,
fuckin primed".  Joe grabbed me by my hair and twisted my head around and
looking me squarely in my eyes mockingly asked me, "What's the matter
Bitch, are you such a needy bitch that you'll sit here and let a real man
like me stick my fingers inside you.  You like the idea of Titus here
getting a crack at that hole of yours, don't you faggot.  What's the matter
bitch, are all these truckers' dicks here not able to fill a real need in
you?  Aren't they able to make you feel like a true bitch, a cock whore
slut?  Are you so low and depraved that you secretly long to take Titus's
cock inside that pussy there?"  "Shit" he sneered, noticing my dick was
dripping precum, "You're nothing but a fucking bitch for cock, aren't you
fucker?" as he painfully twisted and forced yet a third calloused finger
inside.

With my head twisted backwards and Joe's face just inches from my own I was
not able to see the other hard cocks around me.  At this time it felt like
it was just Joe and me in the room as I searched for the answers to his
insulting and degrading questions.  He just stayed there, in my face, as
his eyes probed my own.  I could see he was an attractive man, maybe 35 and
very dark and muscular. He had the same olive complexion, brown eyes and
black wavy hair of Mr. Spignotti but Joe was younger and less worldly.  Joe
didn't have quite the same sadistic gleam in his eyes as Mr. Spignotti
either, but I sensed it was just a matter of time.  A few years on this job
and he was on his way to becoming as sadistic and brutal as any man in the
room.  As I pondered Joe's questions he continued his finger fuck of my
hole and I instinctively bucked and weaved on his hand.  Suddenly I felt a
wet tongue lap at my hole along Joe's hand.  Joe smiled an evil smile and
sneered, "Well fucker, Titus sure seems to think you are".  I was
devastated and humiliated beyond belief.  I truly didn't know what to do.

And yet, in spite of it all, I sensed my cock was lengthening and growing
harder the more I thought about Joe's question.  I felt my cock rubbing
against my belly button and it was clear to every hard dick in the lounge
what the answer to Joe's question was.  But this wasn't good enough for
Joe.  He kept staring at me for what felt like hours waiting for an answer
to his question.  He was not about to let me get out of acknowledging what
everyone else already knew.  "Well, fucker, what do you say, are you that
low?"  The question hung in the air as I fought to deny my true inner
feelings.

After all, how else can I explain why I pulled over on Interstate 287 when
the trucker George Kincaid pulled along side my car and seductively sucked
on his pipe, or followed him into the rest area and even his cab?  What
sane person does this?  Even after he so brutally used me without giving me
even one once of pleasure and nothing but pain and degradation; why did I
return the next week as he instructed?  Couldn't I have stood up for myself
at anytime with any and every one of these brutal and sadistic men?  Why
did I keep coming back?  Did it all feed a need in me?  Am I really that
low? I wondered silently.

I considered all these questions as Joe brutally now finger fucked my hole
and my cock began to drip precum and Titus slathered his tongue all over my
backside.  "Well bitch, we're all waiting", Joe declared.  Finally I
blurted out, "Yes, your right, you're all right.  You know me better than I
know myself.  I really am that low.  I will do anything and everything to
get fucked hard by trucker dick.  I am a bitch and I deserve nothing more
than being used by every hard cock in the room, even Titus here."  The
sound of the dog's name made him give me a little nudge with his nose as he
continued licking my butt hole and Joe's fingers.  Joe smiled,
Mr. Spignotti smiled, George and Madd-dog smiled every trucker who had
fucked me that night smiled.  Every hard dick in the room got a little
harder as I acknowledged my true inner self.

"Good", Joe said.  "Now that we've got that out of the way, Titus and me
are gonna have us some fun.  It's been a while for the both of us, as I
said earlier Boss".  Mr. Spignotti was back in charge as he simply nodded
his head and grunted, "Have a ball you two.  I know these fuckers sure as
hell did" to laughter and cheers all around.  Without removing his pants
Joe positioned his hard cock at my hole and shoved in to the base in one
stroke.  I was taken by surprise and involuntarily yipped quite loudly.
Titus jumped up at this and became very interested.  I could see his hard
cock jutting out as Joe started pumping in and out with all his might.
Every pair of eyes in the room was watching my expression as the pain and
humiliation descended on me again as I was being used as a fuck hole by
another hard cock for the umpteenth time of the night.  Even Titus could
read my eyes, see my hard dick and know my inner most thoughts.  I was
being made Joe's bitch and it was clear to everyone that Titus was next.

It didn't take Joe long to finally dump his slimy load into my well use
hole, but he stayed inside for a long time afterwards because, he said, he
wanted to remind me that, "when a real dog fucks a bitch he'll tie with the
bitch to let her know she's been royally screwed" to laughter from the hard
and horny truckers surrounding us.  Joe roughly yanked his dick out and
roughly slapped my butt saying, "Here you go boy.  Come on Titus.  Up,
Titus".

Titus needed no more encouragement as he leapt to his task, mounting me
from behind with his paws on either side of my torso and his cock head
aimlessly flailing around.  Freightliner reached down to give Titus a hand
and Joe roughly punched his hand away shouting, "What the fuck are you
doing asshole.  You touch a horned up stud like Titus as he's about to nail
a bitch and you'll loose your fucking hand.  The fucker'll get it in.  He's
a pro, aint he Sir?" as Mr. Spignotti simply nodded in agreement.

With time, Titus's cock seemed to get harder and to poke closer to his
target.  All the while I could feel his pre-cum juices smearing my hole
preparing it for penetration.  All my attention was focused on getting that
hard stud dick inside me.  Nothing else mattered as I concentrated all my
attention on the hard dick sliding around my hole.  Finally, I felt the tip
of the German Shepard cock puncture my opening, slip in about half way then
fall out again.  Titus was getting frustrated but Joe seemed an expert and
calmed the beast by reassuring him and giving him encouragement of "It's
OK, you can do it, boy.  That's my good boy.  You got it Titus.  You got
it, just nail the bitch boy, nail `em good".  With that the beast struck
home and drove me so hard I staggered a few inches forward on my hands as I
struggled to accept this new intrusion.

Everything I'd endured the entire evening had not prepared me for this new
degradation.  Here was a hairy, dog humping my backside and sliding his
hardening cock in and out of my butt.  With each thrust the men around me
started shouting their encouragement to Titus to "Take the bitch, boy" and
"Nail the fucker, Titus" and even "Breed that hole, you horny stud".  I
looked around at the men and they seemed truly enthralled to watch me being
penetrated and actually taken by this guard dog.  Every cock was hard and
all eyes were on Titus's hardening cock.  Each thrust in was more painful
and more difficult.  I couldn't understand why but this fuck was getting
harder not easier like when I was being fucked by the truckers.  Instead,
this dog cock was growing and thickening and I was powerless to prevent it
from ripping me apart.

Then I felt what seemed to be a fat knob at the base of Titus's cock.  The
bastard was pushing this knob against my hole but there was no way it was
going to get in.  Still the bastard was persistent and I heard quiet words
of encouragement from Joe.  To this day I'm still not sure if the words
were meant for Titus or me but I heard, just above a whisper, "It's OK boy.
You can do it.  That's right boy, you're a good boy.  Just keep going,
you'll get it, boy.  That's a good boy.  That's right, you can do it".  All
other sounds faded away and I concentrated on nothing other than that hard
dog cock pounding at my backside and my sincere need to get it all inside
me.  My dick was painfully hard again as this strange knob bounced and
pounded at my hole.  Titus was getting frustrated and I heard a low
guttural growl at my right ear as he pushed with all his might to get his
whole dick inside me.  Titus had as much of a hunger for my hole as I did
for his cock but I really just couldn't see how he'd get inside me.  Titus
pushed and I pushed back but it seemed impossible to get that strange knob
past my sphincter.  It was about the size of a baseball and nothing of the
evening had prepared me for this new trauma.  Even Joe was at a loss as
Titus and I both expressed our frustration.  Still nature and instinct did
not allow Titus to give up at this moment as the beast kept up the brutal
pounding and stretching of my hole without ever getting the knob in.  I was
desperate and pleadingly looked around at the rough, cold, unshaven and
uncaring faces all around me.  I needed to get fucked and tried to make
this need known to the truckers.

Finally, Vinton Brundt stepped forward and whispered something in Joe's
ear.  A smile was on both men's faces as Joe carefully reached down, patted
Titus on the head and said reassuredly, "Don't worry boy, ole Joe'll get
you tied, boy".  Joe painfully grabbed my cock and balls squeezing them as
Brundt swiftly kicked my stomach with full forced.  At that very instant
Titus was in a powerful down thrust and Joe forcefully jerked my cock and
balls backward with all his might.  The tearing sound was almost audible as
I felt the most searing pain I'd ever felt as the knot of Titus forced
itself through my hole.

My entire perspective of the evening changed, no longer was I simply a
passive pair of holes for trucker cock to slam in and out of.  It actually
began to feel right that this painful dog cock was tearing into me and
tieing me to this hairy beast.  At this very instant my cock started
jerking and twitching as my own floodgates of pent up cum gushed from my
balls and splattered the floor between my hands.  Long ropes of my cum
splattered the floor as I jumped and twisted on Titus's cock.  I was unable
to keep my new found joy hidden as the biggest smile spread over my face
and I started to babble to the hard truckers around me that I needed their
cocks.  I was suddenly a starving cock-whore who could not get enough cock
and cum inside me.  The gigantic knob of Titus was lodged just inside my
ass, effectively locking me onto his hard dog dick as my colon spasmed
involuntarily around his cock.  Instinctively I began a long series of
cries and moans and I could feel hot dog semen flooding my gut.  We were
locked in mutual ecstasy my true inner bitch surfaced.

Tied to this massive dog cock I pleaded with the truckers around me to,
"please fuck my throat", to "fuck my face" "I need more cock, give me more
cock" "give me cum" and to "please fuck me, pleeeaase".  Joe answered with
authority, "With a stud like Titus here, you bastards can be sure he'll
stay tied to this bitch for a good 30 minutes."  Then to me, "What do you
think about that, Bitch.  Think 30 minutes of Titus cock will quench that
thirst of yours?"  A snide smile moved across his handsome face.  By this
point the men were so aroused watching Titus tear my hole apart they didn't
have to be asked twice.  Cock after cock was forced in my mouth as Titus
spun around so we were facing end to end and enjoyed his 30 minutes of
conquest of his newly seeded bitch.  George Kincaid, seeing my
transformation stood up and strutted over to me as I was still tied to
Titus.  He boldly pushed Double wide aside without a word.  He kneeled
down, looked me squarely in the eyes and smiled a nasty, knowing smile.  He
then scooped up my own puddles of cum from the lounge floor saying with a
twinkle in his eyes, "How many fuckin times do I have to tell you shithead?
A pussy like you has got to learn to cleanup after your messes" as he
started feeding my own cum back to me on his finger tips.  I was sucking
two, three then four slime covered fingers and loving every minute of it.
I had hard German Shepard cock buried to the knot inside me and was sucking
cum from George Kincaid's fingers.  Life was good.  I had become a real
bitch in heat to the amusement and satisfaction of the still horny truckers
of Spignotti and Sons.

End of Chapter 1.
   Please let me know what you think about this story or the parallel story
of Brutal Trucker Sex.  Write me at danhol900@aol.com