Date: Mon, 3 Jul 2006 17:11:59 EDT
From: Danhol900@aol.com
Subject: Titus Too #3

Disclaimer: This story is a side-plot of a story called Brutal Truckers Sex
series in the Nifty Cafe/Gay Male/Authoritarian section.  This segment is
being posted here because it contains depictions of sexual activity between
a human and animals of the canine species.  This segment takes place on my
second day on the job as warehouse slut for Spignotti and Sons distribution
Center of Jersey City, NJ.  You should not read this story if this type of
activity offends you.  Read on if you choose but you have been warned.

The room erupted in loud raucous laughter when those horned up truckers saw
the look on my face as Joe Bruno led Titus and Max into the room.  "Fuckin
priceless, god damned fuckin priceless" I heard the testosterone drenched
voice of an unknown trucker along with alarming laughter and agreement of
his backslapping pals.  I was horrified at the thought of having to take on
two dogs, especially after the vicious whipping Mr. Spignotti had just
finished inflicting on my backside.  A blissful Mr. Spignotti tilted my
face upwards and smiled demonically down at me, "You said any dick bitch.
Now you're gonna live up to your words or so help me god we'll cram those
fuckin words so far down your throat you'll be shitting fuckin consonants
for the next three weeks" as sadistic hilarity spewed from him like salt on
my wounds.  The long pink tube of dog flesh hanging from between Titus's
legs told me that he recognized my smell immediately.  Max was apparently a
veteran stud dog for Spignotti and Sons Distribution Center and knew from
experience what a strapped down figure with a bruised and battered backside
sticking high in the air meant.  Max was apparently a black Great Dane,
Mastiff mix retaining the height of the Dane with the thick muscled body of
the Mastiff.  Joe released both animals who immediately started to acquaint
themselves with the feel and smell of my body using their noses and
tongues.  I was repulsed and strangely simultaneously excited by the novel
attention.  Low growls emanated from both animals.

Joe announced to the cheering crowd through the open door of the office,
"See that fuckers, these horny studs are fucking ready to dance with the
bitch already.  Always thinking with your dicks aint'cha boys?  Damn I'm
gonna have to rein one fuckin bastard back to let the other have first
fucks.  These fuckin animals will kill each other for first crack at a hot
bitch hole.  Kind of like those fuckers out there, hey Mr. Spignotti?" he
sneered sarcastically to Mr. Spignotti.  No laughter flowed from outside
but any hurt feelings were immediately quenched by the prospect of the
future use of my holes and subsequent emptying of their overflowing trucker
balls.

Joe looked me over with a critical eye, ran his calloused hand over my
tenderized butt watching my reactions then looked from one stud dog to the
other.  He was weighing all options and finally seemed to come to a
conclusion.  Joe picked up Max's leash, gave it a sharp snap and tied the
enormous black dog to a hook in the corner of the office directly in front
of my head.  He was positioned so we were face to face, just five or six
feet apart.  I couldn't help but notice the huge piece of meat Max was
packing, even though only a few inches of semi-hard dog cock was bulging
from the black sheath it was already as large around as a coke bottle.  My
hole twitched in anticipation as the beasts ears swiveled forward as if he
understood my thoughts.  I was surprised that Max's cock was a silvery
black not pink like Titus the German Shepard's dick.  Not having much
experience, I had assumed all dog cock was pink but apparently Max was from
a special breed; bred for their exceptional fucking abilities and stamina
according to Joe.

Joe informed me, loud enough for everyone to hear the Titus had been pining
away ever since my interview; the last time plowed and seeded my pussy
hole. "Shit", Joe assured me, "All Studs need constant access to bitch
holes, just to keep a spring in their step, a glossy coat and a nice cold
and wet nose.  Don't you agree Mr. Spignotti?"  It wasn't clear whether Joe
was referring to the dogs, the truckers or both but Mr. Spignotti clearly
agreed not concerned about the ambiguity.  A murmur from the impatient
truckers let me know they also agreed.

"Titus mount!" was all Joe had to say for the German Shepard to lunge onto
my bruised and traumatized back and begin humping me furiously even though
his stiffening cock had yet to find its mark.  The course Shepard fur
rubbing along my welts was excruciating; reminding me just how much damage
Mr. Spignotti's vicious bull whip dressing down had done to me.  Each
movement caused me to whimper and squeal which only seemed to urge Titus on
further to more urgently seek his goal.  Finally, his now rigid pink and
dripping cock found my bruised, painted pussy lips as he drove his cock
into me in a single forceful thrust.  My previous experience with Titus's
cock came at the conclusion of a particularly brutal evening of use by
every trucker of my interview committee so this new assault on my whipped
and traumatized yet still dry, unused and tight hole was shocking.  So much
so that the first plunge actually knocked the wind out of me.  I saw stars
in my eyes as the pain of the first tearing thrust tore my hole on the
inside as completely as Mr. Spignotti's whip tore up my outside.

The pain of having Titus's rough fur grinding into my welts was matched by
the pain of his cock stretching my hole with his dry cock.  Immediately
Titus set to work of pounding my hole with all the strength and power he
had with absolutely no consideration for me.  I was just a hole for dog
cock to fuck and cum inside as I was reminded quite literally of
Mr. Spignotti's admonition that I was to take "any cock".  I resigned
myself to my fate and set about working through the pain to give the canine
cock driving into me as much pleasure as I could.  Finally after what felt
like hours of excruciating pain I felt the knot at the base of Titus's cock
swell as it was violently forced through my battered and traumatized hole.
Cheers went up from the truckers as Titus and I were locked tightly
together for the second time.  With his cock firmly locked inside me I
expect the beast to quiet himself and simply enjoy pumping his dog cum
inside my brutally stretched hole.  Instead the brute continued his violent
humping tearing at my hole as he continued to thrust about with his knot
firmly embedded in my ass.  My yips, screeches and moans only seemed to
drive the beast on more as well as to fascinate every trucker watching.  I
looked around, there wasn't a limp cock in the house.  Even Sarge who had
only minutes before thoroughly enjoyed himself draining those humungous
black balls down my throat was sporting one of the largest cocks in the
room.  God damn Sarge was a fuckin sex machine, always ready to plow any
hole that presented itself only minutes after the last.

The pain was incredible and the continued misery was too much for me to
bear as tears flowed as much from the pain as the humiliation.  The grimy,
dirty and unshaven truckers peering through the door and glass partition
were enjoying both as howls of derision for me were mixed with shouts of
encouragement for Titus.  Titus seemed to relish being the center of
attention and every time he did something to make me squeal in agony a
cheer went up from the truckers until he learned the proper way to use the
new warehouse cunt.  Finally when Titus was firmly locked in my ass and had
turned himself completely around so we were facing butt to butt,
Mr. Spignotti turned to the crowd of truckers outside asking, "OK fuckers,
which one of your slimy cocks wants to tear up pussy boy's throat cunt,
huh?  You got a completely clear shot with dog cock and those god damned
straps holding the bitch hole steady for you."

A guttural shout erupted in unison from the crowd as truckers literally
clamored over each other trying to get Mr. Spignotti's attention.
Mr. Spignotti took the time to enjoy the moment.  Finally, when he was
finished basking in the complete power and control he held over his men he
imperially stood, surveyed the dirty, grimy, sweaty and unshaven crowd
looking directly into the eyes of each and every desperately pleading horny
trucker there.  Through this all I could feel Titus's cock twitching and
convulsing inside me; knowing he was flooding my insides with slick, potent
dog seed.  I heard one nasty fuck shout, "Bitch is gonna have a fuckin
litter of Shepard pups by the time Titus is through with his hole" with a
testosterone-dripping retort of "fuck that puppies shit, this bitch is
gonna have a litter of fuckin litter of baby Vinces by the time I've
finished filling that cunt with my own swimmers".  The second speaker
sounded like Vinton Brundt, the "Honey Buns Hockey Champ" from my job
interview.  After what seemed like hours Mr. Spignotti pointed to Vinton
Brundt saying, "I like the way you think scumbag.  You're up fucker!!!  Go
make yourself a fuckin litter of Vinces and make the men of Spignotti and
Sons proud.  Have at the bitch throat, fucker" the disappointment of the
others was palpable.

Vinton Brundt pushed his way through the frustrated crowd and strutted over
to me smiling down at my upturned face as Titus's cock continued to twitch
and convulsing inside me.  "Well, well, well, we meet again bitch.  Even
before I take you on our little road trip" as an evil grin spread across
his face and my heart froze.  I remembered Mr. Spignotti's prize for Vinton
winning the hockey championship; a cross country road trip with me as cab
pussy once I was finished with Sergeant Carter's boot camp.

Everyone knew about the prize which had caused a bit of tension in the
warehouse.  I had heard rumors that Brundt was bad mouthing Sarge to his
fellow White truckers; trying to spread dissent that "the uppity Black
Sergeant" was taking too fuckin long with my training and wasting valuable
bitch time for all of them.  Sarge apparently also knew this as both men
glared at each other over my prone body; no love lost between these two
nasty fuckers.  "Shit that pretty mouth looks even more inviting than I
remember, punk" he sneered.  "Sure am gonna tear up that throat pussy a
hell of a lot more than that little darkie meat there can", he pointed
condescendingly at Sarge.  "SHIIITTTT bitch, fuckin slimy monkey dick is
fine to practice on, but you're in the big leagues now.  You about to be
fucked by a real man now; learn what real fuckin is boy and you sure as
shit gonna learn to appreciate the unique power of Aryan dick."

As Brundt said this, the swastika tattoo on his heavily tattooed left
forearm was suddenly very visible to me.  I put two and two together
realizing that Brundt was some kind of white supremacist or even a Nazi
skinhead.  No wonder there was tension and down right hatred between Sarge,
a proud Black man and Brundt, a proud white man.  God I only hoped they
wouldn't use me as a way to flaunt their superiority over each other.
Unfortunately my worse fears were about to be realized.  Brundt grabbed my
head and twisted it upwards painfully spewing a thick, gooey gob of slimy
spit right onto my face; coating my eyes and dripping onto my nose and
lips.  My face reddened with the shame as the bastard snorted, "Fuck that
looks pretty, god damned fuckin pretty faggot face" as he spread his spit
all over my face with his left hand; slowly feeding his disgusting spit
into my mouth.  Brundt stared directly at Sergeant Carter as he did this
and the implication was very clear to me and everyone in the room; that
Brundt wished it was Sarge's face he was spitting into.  They held their
gaze for a long time until finally he looked down at me in such a way that
I knew instinctively he wanted me to suck his fingers clean of his spit so
I swallowed my pride along with the slime-coated fingers.  Brundt started
to face fuck my mouth with two then three fingers making me gag each time
he forced his way down my twisted throat; the whole time staring with
intense hatred at Sarge.

I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw clearly that Brundt had
removed his pants and was sporting a huge thick cock that rivaled Sarge's
in length and girth.  Looking from one to the other it was clear that these
men were as different as two men could be.  Vinton Brundt was a muscle
bound, biker-type trucker with a shaved head and large dark walrus
moustache; heavily tattooed on every inch of his body and covered with
course black hair, the distinct odor of sweat and cigars, a slopping
forehead with unibrow with a face that was so ugly only his mother could
find it attractive.  What he lacked in classic beauty he made up for with
raw animal magnetism.  The sadistic trucker oozed power and lust from every
sweaty, grim covered pore of his body.  My dick swelled in spite of my
fear.

Sarge on the other hand had a refined, cat-like physique with shiny black
smooth skin and tight sinewy muscles that made him look like he'd fit in as
easily in an orgy at the Trove or in a Tux in a European casino.  In all
this time I had never actually seen Sarge completely naked, he always wore
his tan supervisor uniform like it was an integral part of him.  The only
tattoo I ever saw on him was the PUSSY POUNDER tattoo at the base of his
magnificent black cock.  For me the only important difference between the
two rivals was that Sarge's hairy black balls were heavier than Brundt's.
In all the men were complete opposites which only seemed to intensify their
rivalry.

Once Brundt's fingers were clean and he'd tired of his little game of
finger fucking my throat the son of a bitch hauled off and backhanded me as
my head snapped painfully 180 degrees around.  I heard sadistic laughter
coming from both Brundt and Mr. Spignotti as both men's natural sadistic
tendencies only encouraged the other.  Brundt squatted down so that his
humungous tan colored cock was inches from my face.  I could smell many
days of cum and piss wafting from his unwashed cock.  The smell attacked my
nostrils and sent a wave of nausea over me.  My rock hard cock was
painfully bent downward against the leather hump of the board, a clear
visible indication that what my mind wanted and my body wanted were very
different.  All the truckers watching and Mr. Spignotti seemed to get a
kick out of this as more flashes, clicks and whirls told me photos were
going to document my true feelings in film.

I fought the urge to vomit as Brundt's slick rigid pole was forced between
my lips; my head firmly guided by Brundt's strong grease covered and
calloused hands.  Instinct took over as he swiftly slammed his monster cock
directly down my throat; a cheer went up from the truckers waiting at the
door.  Brundt's balls were slammed heavily against my chin and my painted
lips were painfully stretched across the thick base of his cock.  "God damn
this fucker feels fine, like a god damned fucking pussy in his face" Brundt
spat as he started to thrust his rigid cock full stroke into my mouth.  I
saw the flash and heard the click and whirl of Polaroid cameras producing
more photos to document this newest degradation.

The sadistic son of a bitch Brundt started to power fuck my throat almost
immediately and it was clear he was trying to make me gag with each thrust.
When I would gag, which was on every third thrust or so, Brundt would
proclaim (loud enough for Sarge and the other truckers to hear) "Fuckin
choke on my Aryan cock, bitch.  This aint just darkie meat boy, you're
gonna get fucked by a real man now" as snickers murmured from the white
truckers and the Black truckers all became silent and sullen.  With each
power thrust the white truckers would cheer Brundt on; shouting things
like, "That's right Brundt, fuck that bitch hole", "Tear that hole up,
fucker" and "grind me a pound of fuckin hamburger you Nazi son of a bitch
you, grind me a fuckin pound" as each witty reply was met with laughter and
cajoling from the white truckers.

At this point Vinton Brundt was like a kid who was suddenly the center of
attention, showing off for his White buddies and glaring over at Sarge with
real hatred and challenge in his eyes.  The encouragement from Brundt's
fellow white truckers and hatred of Sarge only drove the bastard on to
greater and greater pounding of my throat.  With Titus's cock still buried
in my butt and with my elbows and knees securely strapped onto the board
over the leather hump there was nothing to do but try to relax my throat
and take that sickeningly smelly and slimy Aryan cock down my throat.  When
the disgusting smell would hit my nostrils it was all I could do to stop
myself from vomiting.  Each time I gagged a new cheer and witty comment
would erupt from the White spectators only encouraging Brundt onto greater
and greater savagery on my throat.

Apparently a relaxed throat rape was not going to get Brundt the results he
was after.  Just when my throat muscles had become accustomed to the
assault Brundt would haul off and traumatize me further with extremely
painful kidney punches.  One, two, three, four the punches rained down on
my back as my body instinctively tried to escape this newest assault.  The
pain had the effect Brundt was after as my throat and pussy muscles
convulsed in unison; trying desperately to work both the embedded dog cock
and Brundt viciously power fucking cock free from my holes.  The spasms
only locked Titus's cock tighter inside me and sent shivers down Brundt's
spine with each involuntary milking along his rigid fuck stick.  The click
and whirls of Polaroids immortalized my shame.

After what felt like hours or continual punches in my mouth and over my
kidneys I could tell the Brundt was getting close to finally unloading all
that pent up trucker cum; his balls began to contract closer to his body
slapping me closer to my stretched painted lips.  I heard the low
testosterone drenched groan of a man on the verge as Brundt spat out, "Fuck
yeah.  Oh fuck yeah.  Yeah take it bitch, take my fucking seed bitch.
AAARGGHHH, NNNMMMPH, Yeah.  Fuck yeah.  Take all my fuckin load bitch,
swallow me down".  I knew he'd be filling my mouth with an incredible
amount of slimy Aryan "swimmers" but I was unprepared for the first
powerful spurt of fuck juice from Brandt's cock.  A thick rope of cum hit
the back of my throat with so much force that my mouth was instantly filled
to capacity.  So much so that the next powerful plunge left no place for
the next shot as my cheeks swelled in a vain attempt to keep all his
precious cum in my mouth.  I knew better than to insult the man by letting
even a drop of his cum hit the floor.  Through all this Brundt kept up his
power fucking, enjoying the startled look on my face as I suddenly worried
about how I was going to handle all this fuck juice.  Some of the precious
slimy goo oozed from the corners of my mouth but I was trying desperately
to swallow the load in between thrusts of that furious beige fuck tube.  I
was unsuccessful as the final instinctive seed planting thrusts drove the
overflow fuck juice out my nose and onto my lips; coating both my face and
the shaft of Brundt's cock with his own fuck juices.  This extra
lubrication only intensified Brundt's pleasure as his slick dick continued
to pummel my poor throat without obstruction.  He finished his complete
rape of my throat with a series of short stabbing motions shouting, "Fuck,
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck Fuck Yeah." As his balls were clearly drained; at least
for the moment.

At the very moment Brundt was stabbing me with his spent fuck pole Titus's
knot finally dislodged from my traumatized butt hole as the monster dog
cock swung free, followed by a loud sloppy farting sound as several ounces
of hot potent dog cum was expelled, coating my balls and legs with dog
seed.  Brundt and the others heard this as my face reddened with this new
shame.  Brundt grabbed my hair and twisted my face up to look me directly
in the eyes and examined his handiwork on my face.  He sneered, "God damn
you're one fuckin disgusting bitch fuck. A fuckin god damned cock whore
who'll do fuckin anything to get cock, any god damned cock, won't you
bitch?  How `bout it scumbag, you want to drink my piss too don't you?
Fucking bitch like you will take anything that comes out of an Aryan cock
and be fuckin grateful, won't you slut?" as new murmurs rippled through the
White members of the audience.  Brundt shifted his gaze from my prone body
to Sarge as he was saying this, intensive hatred still filling his eyes
even after unloading down my traumatized throat.

Brundt's cock was still hard and poking at the opening of my throat as I
felt the first spurts of hot putrid liquid burning my raw tenderized lining
of my throat.  I tried desperately to pull my head away put Brundt had my
firmly by the hair so my mouth became nothing but a toilet for this
powerful and domineering man.  The hot piss burned my throat but the tears
that flowed were more about the utter shame I felt being used as a toilet
by the man who so brutally used me as a cum-dump only seconds earlier.  I
swallowed the burning fetid liquid as fast as possible but even then much
of it dribbled from my lips onto my face and onto my chest.  By the time
the powerful stream finally slowed and stopped I was completely broken;
unable to even lift my head as the humiliation and pain hit me like a ton
of bricks.  Tears streamed down my face; I was sobbing pleading with Brundt
to please let me be.  Seeing me completely broken like that only made the
sadistic bastard's cock jump once again as my eyes popped open with the
fear the son of a bitch would continue.

My psyche collapsed as I heard Brundt ask Mr. Spignotti, "How `bout it
Boss?  Mind if I start on that litter of baby Vinces now?  Bitch pussy is
free since Titus is done seeding it.  Fuck I'd sure as shit like to see how
it feels to use dog cum as lube.  Might just be `bout the best lube around,
I'm told" to laughter from the surrounding truckers.  Mr. Spignotti, like a
ringleader simply nodded in the direction of Vinton Brundt as an expectant
smile spread across his strong Sicilian face like he was preparing for a
show to begin.

Brundt crouched down by my weeping sobbing face, grabbed my head by the
hair and pulled my head up so we were just inches apart.  God damn his
breath was horrible, I could smell garlic and cigars as I fought the urge
to vomit once again.  With his eyes locked on mine he spat out loud enough
for everyone to hear, "You're a lucky god damned bitch tonight.  You know
that?  You're gonna enjoy your own special private fuckin Thanksgiving
tonight.  And none of that slimy dark meat that's been forced on you bitch,
no fuckin drumsticks tonight.  No siree, tonight you're getting Grade A,
prime white meat.  You're gonna have your fill of fuckin Aryan meat till
its coming out your fuckin eyeballs.  We understand each other here boy?
You understand what I'm saying to you boy?"  This was meant as much for me
as for Sarge.

I nodded my head; to petrified to anger that bastard Brundt anymore than he
already was.  Brundt then informed his audience of horny truckers and
Mr. Spignotti, "Think I'll untie the punk so he can really enjoy a true
Aryan fuck" as the straps were removed from my arms and legs.  I was made
to stand and parade myself in front of the horny truckers, many of whom had
begun to drift into the Shift Supervisor's Office for a better view.  The
white truckers seemed very pleased with Brundt's handiwork on my face and
body so far, the Black truckers seemed self consciously
unimpressed. Brundt's cock was fully hard again and dripping precum from
the uncut head as he roughly forced me back into a kneeling position.
Apparently I was going to be his willing bitch fuck tonight; taking it
doggie style like a real bitch would.  No need to tie down a hungry bitch
hole and besides any bitch would be hungry for Aryan cock; at least in the
mind of Vinton Brundt.

The doggie-style fuck was rapid and brutal and hurt me so much that by the
end of it I was completely covered with sweat and was pleading for Brundt
to please finish.  He took this to mean that I was begging for my ass to be
filled with precious Aryan seed.  He got a real kick out of this.  He
finished his fuck by power fucking (pulling his cock completely free from
my hole and slamming it back in to the balls with each and every thrust) my
whipped, bruised traumatized hole.  He used every ounce of his strength to
pound my hole mercilessly; which was extremely considerable.  As he pumped
his seed into my pussy a cheer went up from all the truckers surrounding
us, not only from the White truckers but the Blacks and Hispanics too.  The
only person not applauding Brundt's finale was Sarge who stood glaring at
Brundt with complete hatred, a fact not lost on Mr. Spignotti.

With his final brutal thrust into my hole he whipped his rock hard cock
free from my hole and stood over me with his hands folded across his chest
and sneered while looking directly at Sarge, "Now that's fuckin punk.  You
been fucked by a real man now, bitch; a fuckin god damned son of a bitch
Aryan.  No more need for that pitiful excuse of fuckin by darkie over
there", he nodded in Sarge's direction, "once they go Aryan they never go
back" to hoots and hollers from all the horny white truckers.  You could
feel the hatred emanating from each of these strong domineering men as they
stood towering over me with my upturned ass leaking a constant stream of
Aryan and German Shepard seed.  The tension was so strong I was afraid a
race riot would breakout at any moment.  I remained cowering on my knees
like this for what felt like hours, angry sneers on Brundt's and Sarge's
faces and a subtle knowing smile on Mr. Spignotti's face.  It felt like a
volcano was about to erupt.

Finally, the spell was broken when Mr. Spignotti asked, "OK fuckers, that's
enough.  Great job there Brundt.  Now which mother fuckin son of a bitch
truckers wants to double team the bitch with ole Max over there?"  Max had
witnessed the entire series of events which was obvious from the humungous
grey-black tube of dock cock jutting from between his black hairy legs.
Immediately I heard Sarge say, "I'm up to the task, Sir.  Let me and Max
work the bitch over the Black way.  Show you all how we `black' our honkies
in the Army".  Cheers went up from the surrounding truckers, just more
loudly from the Black truckers who had migrated around my kneeling body so
they could get a good view of the up coming festivities.

   This is a good place to end Chapter 3 of Titus Too.  Please let me know
if you are enjoying the story so far and if you have ideas or suggestions
I'd love to hear them.  Write me at danhol900@aol.com