Date: Sun, 2 Nov 2014 08:45:22 -0800
From: shadowscythe1942@yahoo.com
Subject: What I Always Wanted Part 1

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between men and other men, or men and beast, please turn away now. If you
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This is a true story.

I had always been a fairly decent looking guy. Six feet, three inches tall,
210lbs, blonde hair blue eyes. Fairly athletic too. I wasn't ugly, but I
wasn't Brad Pitt either. I had dated and fucked plenty of girls that were
about 7 or 8s on a 1-10 scale, so life wasn't bad. That is until I had to
have jaw surgery at 20.

Jaw surgery, for those who don't know, sucks a huge one. You don't look at
yourself normally after. All you can think is "damn, I'm an ugly jacked up
mouth lookin SOB." This was the biggest time in my life where I could have
really used a dog. Not necessarily in the way that you're thinking, just in
general.

Yes, I knew I was attracted to dogs, and I tried to find some to spend some
alone time with, but it wasn't easy. I wanted to get fucked by one so bad,
but my parents didn't want one, all my neighbors had were little tiny
annoying yip yap dogs (the product of growing up in an upper middle class
area I guess) or those who did have big ones I couldn't find any time with.

Would I have liked a dog just for the company? Absolutely, but fuck I was
horny. Nobody wants to fuck a guy who just came off jaw surgery, even if
all the swelling has gone down. So one day, in a horny filled stupor, I go
surfing the internet. This isn't my first time doing this, but unlike most
people, I'm not looking for memes or videos or whatever, I'm looking for
cock.

I'm not totally straight like everyone else, I don't get attracted to men,
but I enjoy getting fucked by them. I don't even like getting fucked by
guys my age, they have to be at least 10 years older, but I prefer much
older. Partially because these guys seem more willing to get a little
crazier than most.

And then one day I find pay dirt. I was talking to this one guy who was
very dominant (I'm a huge submissive to men), and who made it clear that I
needed to get over to his place for the upcoming weekend. He didn't bother
with names, pleasantries, or anything. He just told me "bitch boi, you are
going to be mine this weekend, I have read your limits and I respect them,
and you will come here and know true submission." Sounds great right?
Especially since all my swelling had gone down and I could act like a
normal human again.

I'm nervous all week, thinking about what I should do to get myself
ready. I'm a broke college student so I can't afford toys, or anything of
that matter. The best I could think of is to make sure I use the can before
I leave and make it all pristine back there.

Then the time came. I drove to the address given to me. I pull up on a long
dirt road, realizing I'm out in farm country now, getting close to
Maryland's border with Pennsylvania. I pull up, get out, hear the front
door open and a voice say, "what the fuck are you doing in clothes?
Strip. Now." I follow suit. He comes out, the big bear of a man with a big
bulge of a cock in his pants. My weekend master comes up to me, puts a
collar around my neck, tells me to get down on all fours, and follow me
inside after attaching a leash to the collar.

We get inside to his vary spacious living room. He stops me, and tells me
the run down for the weekend.

"Alright boi, I read your profile, and I know what you want. You are no
longer a human for the duration of your stay on this property. You are a
dog. Don't even think of yourself as human. Think of yourself as an
American Shorthaird Shepherd. The only reason you get to be a shepherd is
because they're loyal, and I expect your loyalty when you are here. You
have no human name, you are Shadow now. You will do as I say, when I say,
or you will be punished dearly. Bark once for yes, two for no."

WOOF

"Good boy. Now, I've already whacked it off today, so I have no use for you
as a bitch, so we're going to tie you up." At this point he proceeds to put
cuffs around my wrists and ankles, walks me to the center of the living
room, and clips them and my collar to five hooks on the ground.

"I hope you don't need to piss or shit Shadow, because you are not moving
for the rest of the night."

WOOF

He smiles. Then he walks to his fridge, cracks open a beer, comes back, and
tells me something I was not prepared for.

"Oh that's right, I forgot to tell you, it's not just me you'll be
servicing this weekend. I told you I know what you want, and I have a few
`friends' who would love to help you." At this point I hear the sounds of
multiple dogs scratching at his back deck door. "And there they are now."

He opens the door, and the next thing I see is a flurry of fur as four dogs
coming running into the room. After they settle down I notice he's got a
variety of "friends." One German Shepherd (I'm immediately in love, they're
my favorite), one Great Dane, A Burnese Mountain Dog, and a fucking hulk of
a Mastiff.

"Boys, Sit!" commands my Master. All four dogs sit. "Now, normally I would
choose the smallest of the ones who gets you first, but since I know you
still have your dog cherry, I'm going to go with my big boy here, the
mastiff. He's got the biggest cock, and he'll break you in right."

I almost break dog mode here, but remember my place and starting whimpering
like crazy. He mutters something about shutting me up, grabs a ball gag,
and ties it around tight. He's done playing games.

He clears the other three dogs out, comes in with his beer, sits down, and
gives out the orders. "Hulk (see what I did there?), inspect." The dog
walks all around me, checking out his bitch. I can feel his hot breath all
over me, letting me know I'm in the presence of a real stud. I'm
scared. I've wanted dog cock, but I didn't think I was prepared for it. Now
that the moment is here I want to get cold feet, but I can't move. "Hulk,
lick." The mastiff moves to my ass and takes a swipe at my hole. All fear
is gone, I'm in heaven. Goddamn stud lick me until the world ends if it
feels like that, I think. "Hulk, mount."

Oh shit. I'm done for. I can feel this dog jump on my back, the heat coming
from his body through his brown and black fur, the drool from his mouth
dripping on me... which I find oddly hot, and his cock pounding for my
ass. Then, it hits. I yell and scream to no avail, the gag drowns it
out. This massive dog shoves his cock into me with no regard my for
well-being. Here's here for one reason, and one reason only, to fuck and
impregnate his bitch. That's what I am, his bitch.

Once I realize that, all the pain goes away. I'm back in heaven. A true dog
bitch, that's what I have become. That's what I always wanted to be. And
here I am. I finally found exactly what I wanted. Hulk keeps pounding away
at me, but I'm in so much bliss I don't even recognize his knot popping
in. Only until I feel a huge weight in my gut like I'm going to burst do I
come back to reality.

He was cumming, and there was a lot. I knew dogs came a lot, but I never
knew it was this much. Part of me was scared, the other part of me didn't
give a damn. I could actually get pregnant with this big fucking beast and
the happiest guy in the world. Then I hear my master.

"Well well well, looks like he finally got you. Now you are one lucky bitch
if I do say so Shadow, because I've trained all of my boys to stay on top
of their bitches, and not turn. Not because I don't want you to feel pain"
as he kicks my balls, "I just want you to feel truly dominated, with your
stud standing right over top of you." He unties my gag, I make no
sound. "Now, here's the deal, because I know you'll be worn out bitch, you
get two questions. First, do you want more of this this weekend?"

Woof

"Do you want to stay in this position, or do you want to sleep with Hulk
tonight?"

I'm confused... that's not a yes or no question. I stay silent, but give
him a quizzical look.

"Good, you didn't fall for it. Now, use your paw and show me if you want
option one, or option two.

I put two fingers up, assuming option two means sleeping with him.

Good boy, Shadow.

15 minutes later Hulk's knot pops out, and he walks over to where his
indoor kennel is.

My master unclips me, and walks me over there, only for me to find myself
clipped to hooks once again, but this time with my body over what I can
only assume is a breeding bench.

"You will sleep with Hulk tonight, but you will be in this position so he
can fuck you all he wants, when he wants. Got it?"

Woof.

Good, now try and rest up. You have a long day tomorrow.

Woof. I can only imagine what the rest of my night is going to be like.

End part 1