Date: Fri, 26 Oct 2007 21:11:52 -0700
From: DVNT Puppy <dvntpuppy@hotmail.com>
Subject: tommy the tease 8

Warning: If sex featuring men and their dogs turns you off, don't read the
following. If it turns you on, I want to know about it! Thanks to all who
sent suggestions and feedback. Special thanks to "Bryan M" and
"Heredia". If you've got something to say, e-mail: dvntpuppy@hotmail.com.

Look, I don't know if any of you pervs have ever had a squirting, pumping
dogdick up your hole before, but take it from me, it hurts. It hurts like a
motherfucker. For those who have been dogfucked, you still don't know
shit. Maybe you took Rover up your tender little boypussy once when you
were a kid, or spread your pretty pink pucker for the neighbor's collie
while dogsitting. Maybe you snuck out behind the barn, dropped trou, and
got the family mutt to breed you fast before Dad came home from the feed
store.

Big fucking deal. Shit, for three weeks there's been a revolving door on my
aching ass. And Chuck calls it fucking "training."

Every morning starts with him bending me over the counter, pulling down his
fly and giving me the first fuck of the day. If I'm lucky, he'll pull on my
tits while he bangs me. Usually he doesn't bother. I don't get to come
though. Ever. The only reward I get for being Chuck's lowly dogwhore is the
occasional look of pride on his face when I'm down on all fours really
taking it hard and long. Funny, but I do kinda like that look. Makes me
feel good, I guess. Shit, I don't know.

Anyway, after closing Chuck drives me home smelling like a dog's nutsack,
and I'm farting up dogcum all night long. Then one night, Chuck drops me
off at home and says he'll pick me up at noon.

"We're going on a field trip, boy. Make sure you get a note from your
mommy."

Next day we drive for about two hours, out into the fucking country. Woods
and farms and shit everywhere. Finally we pull off onto a dirt road and up
a long winding driveway. At the end there's this big old house.

Shit, I know where we are. Thinking back to when I was a kid, my folks used
to take me out here once a year for a company picnic. Shit. It's my Dad's
boss's house. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Looks like there's something going on today, too. Or maybe there was, but
it's winding down. There's a few dozen crappy looking trucks and some
expensive looking cars parked all over the lawn. People wandering around,
getting in their cars. Shit. Shit Shit.

Chuck starts unzipping his fly.

"Missed my morning fuck, boy. Need to empty these balls real bad."

He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls me down. Then he lights up a cigar.

"You just keep sucking and listen close 'cause I am not repeating myself to
some sissy-assed cocksucking whore. That's the way, boy. Nice slow
strokes."

The smell of cigar smoke starts filling up the car. Chuck cracks open the
window.

"See, boy, it costs a shitload of money to get a bitch into competition,
and your master ain't about to risk his hard-earned cash on such a useless
sloppy twat, no matter how much it loves getting dogdicked."

Chuck swats the back of my head.

"Suck harder, bitch."

"This here's an exhibition, and your master had to pull some strings to get
you in it at the last minute. If you do well, one of these rich fuckers
will pony up the dough to sponsor your hole."

He pushes my head down so his dick slides into my throat, halfway to my
lungs, and gives some short thrusts that make me gag.

"That's the way, boy. Go nice and deep on Daddy's dick. Your gonna make
sure everyone here sees what a horny little bitch in heat you are and how
much you fucking love getting banged. Play it up for these rich
fuckers. Moan and shake that ass like a whore and no matter how much it
hurts, just keep begging for more dick.

Chuck grabs my head and starts working it up and down fast. I'm choking and
a frothy slick foam is seeping out between my lips, but he keeps plugging
away.

"That's it, baby. That's Daddy's little cocksucker. Get that nut. Don't
fucking stop, boy. Don't fucking stop." He slaps my head. "Suck it up
bitch. Suck it up for Daddy. Suck it up you piece of shit doghole."

His cum starts firing out the head of his cock, which is jammed against the
back of my throat. It's a thick, strong stream. Some of it shoots out my
nose. Chuck scoops it up with his fingers and shoves it back in my mouth
alongside his dick. It's a ball-churning, dick-quivering cum that just
keeps cumming.

When he's finally finished, I lick the head clean and gently place his cock
and balls back in his jeans. Chuck jams his cigar between his teeth and
reaches over to unlock my cock cage. Damn, that feels good. Then he reaches
into the glovebox and pulls out a collar and leash. I should have seen that
coming. So fucking predictable. The collar is tight, but when I run a
finger underneath it, Chuck cuffs me across the head.

"Touch that again, bitch, and I'll pull the jumper cables out of the trunk
and start pulling you around by your tits."

He throws his cigar end out the window.

"Don't fuck this up for your master, boy. If I don't walk out of here with
a big fat check, I'm gonna take my belt and whip your pussy scarlet."

He fumbles under his seat and pulls out a black wooden paddle.

"Then I'm gonna smack your balls black and blue with this motherfucker and
leave you on the side of the road."

He tosses the paddle to the floor and opens the door.

"Alright. Let's go. Let's see if that hole between your legs is worth all
this trouble."

It's a weird fucking feeling to walk across someone's lawn, naked, being
lead on a chain. As we head around the house to the backyard, men keep
whistling and hollering until I'm blushing like a schoolgirl getting
fingered on a first date. Knowing my Dad's boss is probably gonna see this
only makes me blush harder. My head is so low it could sink right down into
my chest.

"You can walk upright for now, but when I pull this chain, you'd better get
on all fours fucking fast."

The backyard is just like I remember it. But this is like some perverted
version of the picnics we had when I as a kid. There must be 10 acres of
lawn and trees. But instead of balloons and streamers and potato sack
races, there's men and boys and dogs fucking everywhere. In the shade of
the tree we used to climb, there's some fat old fart holding two leashes
with a boy at the end of each one. One kid is on the ground with his leg
raised taking a piss. The other kid keeps pushing his nose up the first
kid's ass. The old fart has his dick out and is stroking it.

On the back lawn there's some guy tied to a tree getting his ass whupped
with a leather flogger. That used to be homebase when we played hide and
seek. The guy is screaming, but his dick is so hard it could drive
nails. Over near the pool, where we used to have pony rides, there are five
guys kneeling with arms behind their backs. Five other guys are pissing
into their open mouths, and another dozen more men are in line
waiting. Back by the barn, where we used to jump around on the bales of
hay, a couple of big burly guys are loading a cage onto a pickup. A pale,
skinny kid is curled up naked inside.

Out in the grass there's a crowd of men standing around watching a slim,
smooth young guy getting fucked hard by a Dalmatian. There's more pockets
of perversion everywhere I look, but I don't have time to take it all in
'cause Chuck pulls the fucking leash so hard I think my heads gonna pop
off. I drop to all fours and stare at the grass.

"Hey, Chuck. Glad to see you." Some guy with expensive shoes comes up.

"Howdy Ted. Thanks again for getting my bitch a spot today."

"Happy to help, Chuck."

"So, what're my prospects like?"

"Not too good I'm afraid. Most of the big money's already been spent. See
that kid over there? The one the Dalmatians got covered? Name's Bryan. He's
one of the last ones for the day. Hell of a sweet hole on that kid. Hot ass
and tight body. Real easy on the eyes. Gonna see if I can get Hondo in that
boy later, give the bitch a proper fucking."

"Well, I appreciate the help Ted. Even if it don't work out for me this
year."

"No problem Chuck. Why don't you just bring your new hole over there by
Frank and his boys. I'll tell Marty you're here. Then I'll see if I can
round up a mutt that's still got some spunk left in his balls."

Chuck leads me across the yard to a spot out in the open where a group of
guys are standing around drinking beer.

"Hey, Chuck. Long time no see. I heard you got some hot new piece of
boytail. Where is it?"

The men laugh.

"This here's the new hole."

Frank lets out a loud belch, which starts another round of laughter.

"Might not be much to look at, fellas, but this bitch has one hell of a hot
pussy. Born to get dogfucked."

"You don't say. We'll, alright, let's see what she can do."

Chuck snaps his fingers once. Shit, he can't be serious. But from the look
in his eyes, I can tell he's deadly serious. Like a good dog, I sit up on
my back legs, holding my hands--my front paws--up.

When Chuck taught me these dog commands, I thought it was a joke. Twisted
fucker.

Chuck snaps his fingers again, and I get back onto all fours. Shit, I can't
believe I'm doing this.

Chuck lifts his index finger. I turn, drop my chest to the grass, wiggle my
ass in a circle, and then reach back with both hands to spread my cheeks.

"Pretty pink pussy, ain't it? Hey, Frank, where's that pointer of yours?
Let's get him hung up in my boy here."

"Fuck no. My dog's AKC, Chuck. I don't let him breed just any bitch. Not
unless that slot is real tight."

Frank leans over and shoves two fingers up my pussyhole. I yelp in
pain. Then I push back on it, partly from instinct and partly for show.

"Not too bad, I guess." He reaches under and starts squeezing my
balls. "Feels like your boy's nuts are pretty full. Ain't let it cum in a
while, I take it.

"Naw, the bitch ain't shot her wad in a couple weeks."

"Big sack for such a small kid." He slaps at my balls a few times with his
open hand. "Not sure what a bitch needs with balls though."

"If it didn't have them balls, Frank, I'd have nothing to grind under the
heal of my boot."

Some of the men chuckle at this. Frank puts his hand in front of my face
and I sniff at it.

"Clean it off, bitch."

I start to lick and suckle at his fingers, greasy with my pussyjuice. I can
see a dozen or so men encircling me, some in jeans and others in more
expensive clothes. These are the ones Chuck seems to be giving the most
attention to, but it's hard to tell if he's getting anyone interested. I
start wiggling my ass as I'm cleaning off Frank's fingers, hoping to get
some rich bastard to notice me.

One of the men calls out, "I'll be damned. Looks like Ted found the perfect
mate for your boy."

The men start to murmur under their breath. I can pick out just bits of
what they're saying.

"Fucking-A. That's not Cochise, is it?"

"Can't be."

"Holy shit."

"I thought Cochise got put down."

"Shit, Chuck, you really think your bitch can handle something like that?"

"Not to worry fellas. She can take it." Chuck looks down at me a whispers,
"This is gonna be rough, Tommyboy, "--he pats my head--"so don't fucking
forget what I told you."

The crowd starts to divide, allowing me a view far across the lawn. There,
the late afternoon sunlight casts the long shadow of a man leading a
mottled brown dog--muzzled, mouth foaming, pulling fiercely at its
lead. The man's eyes show both concentration and fear as he tries mightily
to keep the animal under control. His arms are straining to pull back the
leash; the veins under the skin are raised and tense. The dog's body grows
unbelievably--almost unnaturally--huge as it draws closer. Time slows. The
beast's hind paws tear at the grass as it propels itself forward, ripping
up chunks of turf, like a demon clawing its way out of Hell.

I scan the crowd for my Master. He is gone. I'm alone. I catch sight of my
Dad's boss, Mr. Davis--Marty--standing in the shade. Two young men in
overalls, their faces hidden beneath the brims of cowboy hats are at his
side. One strikes a match to light his cigar. Mr. Davis inhales, smiles,
and gives me a wink.

The man and dog are at the outer circle of the now silent crowd. Some men
step back as the animal thrashes about. Others refuse to be cowed. It snaps
at them, and they step aside quickly, meekly.

With great patience and stealth, the man kneels behind the dog and softly
strokes its back. The hair on its neck stands. It growls steadily. He
pushes the dog's hindquarters down slowly. Its back legs flex and shake and
it paws rapidly at the ground with anticipation and determination, muzzled
head down, ears back, eyes fixed on its prey.

The man reaches toward the collar. His right hand trembles. A hot stream
runs down my leg. I'm pissing myself. The dog knows it. There is a moment
of agonizing dread, then the almost imperceptible "snip" as the leash
unsnaps.


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