Date: Mon, 28 May 2001 21:28:08 -0500
From: Hands_of_J@Yahoo.com
Subject: Dog on the Loose 17
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Dog on the Loose -- 17
After we got the space where we'd played with Brad cleaned up and Brad
brought the butt plug back and put on his pants and shoes again, Mark
and I took a break. We went upstairs for a few chips, some cookies and
conversations with other members, but soon we headed back down to the
dungeon and watched what was going on. Finally I felt like we were
ready. "Go get our bag and stand by that sling and wait for me, Boy." I
said, pointing to the sling near where we had played with Brad.
"Yes, Sir!" Big smile. He was definitely ready. Like this afternoon,
there might be more to this than he expected. I had spotted Ben sitting
on an unused table and Brad was back leaning on the wall where Mark had
first approached him, still without his shirt. I went over to Ben.
"I want to fuck Mark in the sling over there." I pointed out Mark who
was watching us. "I was wondering if you and Brad would be interested in
undressing him and getting him situated."
"Is Brad the fellow Mark was playing with a few minutes ago?"
"That's the one. He's leaning against the wall behind you. I think
he's noticed Mark waiting, too."
Ben grinned. He liked the idea. "Can I do a little more than just
undress him?"
We stared into each other's eyes for a while. "Yeah, but be careful. I
really like that boy."
Ben shook his head. "No, Bill, you don't `like' him. You're out and out
in love with him. You can be sure I'll be careful of your boy, but I
don't mind leaving a little red skin here and there, given the chance."
"I had noticed that." I commented dryly. "Do you want to recruit Brad,
or shall I?"
"Let's do it together." We walked over to Brad, said hello, and I
introduced Ben. He got right to the point. "Bill asked me to help his
boy get ready to be fucked in the sling and he suggested maybe you'd
like to help. Interested?"
"Sure!!" Knowing Ben, Brad was going to get something more before the
night was over, too, but he'd be in good hands.
Ben looked at me. "Give us a few minutes." They approached Mark and
there was a short conversation. Mark looked across the room at me, I
guess to verify what Ben had told him. I winked, and he looked back to
Ben and nodded. I watched as Ben stood in front of him while Brad moved
behind him to slip the vest off his shoulders. They laid it in the
sling. That would reserve the space for a while, anyway. There were two
others and they weren't in use, so it wouldn't be a problem anyway.
Ben stroked Mark's stomach, tugged the strap attached to his balls a few
times, and played with his tits. Eventually I saw him cup Mark's crotch
in his hand and press lightly. After just watching for a while, Brad
started stroking Mark's back. Mark was clearly enjoying the attention.
At a command from Ben, Brad knelt and pulled Mark's jock down, worked
the straps around his boots and helped him step out of them. Now he was
just in the harness and boots, and he really looked hot. Ben was in my
line of sight, but I would have been willing to bet Mark's cock was hard
and that the other two were at least firm.
After more caressing, pinching and stroking, Ben unbuckled the strap
that held the cock ring in place. From Mark's facial expressions, I
gathered he was having a little problem getting the ring off. Suddenly
Mark flinched and I saw his mouth open. Ben had apparently decided to
use a little force. After that they removed the harness then positioned
Mark so he could sort of sit/lean back into the sling. I saw Ben say
something. Mark glanced quickly at me, than back to Ben and shook his
head. Ben grabbed him by the arm and they headed in the direction of
the restroom. I could guess what that was about. Ben sent Brad to pick
up his bag.
They didn't go to the restroom directly, but to the `examining room'
right across from it. Mark glanced back at me again before they
disappeared and I smiled at him. I'm sure he was a little worried but
probably excited, too. I drifted over to the sling to maintain our
`reservation.' I wondered exactly what Ben's fiendish mind had come up
with, but I was sure Mark would fill me in on the details later.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
"I'm surprised at you, Boy. A really thoughtful boy would have been
prepared for his Master to fuck him."
I wasn't at all sure I liked this turn of events. I knew Bill trusted
Ben, but I wasn't sure I did yet. "I just wasn't .... thinking .... I guess,
when I packed last night."
"Well, I'm sure you will next time. Get on the table on your elbows and
knees. We'll help you get clean enough for your Master, and give you
something to help your thought process the next time." Brad walked into
the room with Ben's bag.
"Yes, Sir." I was nervous. I was sure I could handle a reasonable
enema; Bill had taught me how to do that, but what else? He'd looked
pretty rough when he was working on Bill. He got three little
prepackaged enema bottles out of the bag and put them under my nose.
He got out a bottle of lub, dribbled some on my asshole and rubbed it
around lightly. He picked up one of the enema bottles. "Now let me
explain the process we're going to use here, Boy. They suggest you hold
these things for five minutes. You do know that, don't you?"
"Yes, Sir."
"So I'm going to give you the first one, and at each ten second mark I'm
going to smack your butt with this paddle you're kissing and licking."
He held a leather paddle in front of my nose. I decided it was safest to
do exactly what he was describing. "That means you get 30 swats with my
paddle if you hold it the full time. Right?"
"Right." I was really nervous now. I'd seen how hard he could swing a
flogger and thought he could probably deliver just as well with the
paddle.
"Now, you don't really have to hold it the full five minutes. If you
think you just can't hold it any longer, tell us, and we'll help you to
the toilet across the hall. We don't want you making a mess." I relaxed
a little. I could handle that. "BUT!!"
"Oh shit, here's the catch" I thought.
"If you don't hold it for the full count, we'll come back here and do it
again, and the extra time will be added to the next round. So if it
takes you two rounds, it'll be a total of ten minutes and 60 swats.
Three rounds, 15 minutes and 90."
"I understand, Sir."
"OK, here we go." He uncapped the first bottle and moved behind me. I
felt his finger find my pucker then the slim plastic tube slip through.
It didn't feel like he squeezed much fluid in, but I know there was some
ingredient that made it hard to hold these things for the full five
minutes. "Why don't you reach under his stomach and hold his cock and
balls out of the way of my paddle, Brad?"
I was sure my balls weren't in any danger, but I guess Ben wanted to
give Brad something to do. Brad took my balls in his hand and gently
pulling them forward. He started playing with them a little and lightly
stroked my cock. I moaned my appreciation. Then the first swat hit my
butt. I jumped, not because it was so hard; but because I was surprised.
The second swat, ten seconds later, was a little firmer, but not much. I
started to relax. "I can do this!" I thought. After two minutes, I
wasn't quite so sure. My gut was cramping and I felt like I had to
concentrate to keep that under control, and Ben's swats were starting to
grab more and more of my attention.
"You're moving too much, Boy." Apparently he signaled Brad somehow,
because he stopped playing and circled my balls with his thumb and
forefinger and pulled down hard enough to keep me from jumping. Another
six swats passed. I was pretty sure I had another two minutes to go, but
that seemed like it would be an eternity.
"May I go now, Sir?" They stopped immediately, helped me off the table,
hustled me across the hall and got me seated on the toilet. Then they
stood there and watched. And listened. I felt myself blushing, but
finally I let go.
"Sounds like you really needed to do that. Boy."
"Yes, Sir!" Eventually I thought I was finished and reached for the
toilet paper.
"Don't touch that, Boy. Brad, you do the paper work."
"I, errr, uhhhh, .... yes, Sir."
Brad reluctantly approached and got a big pad of paper in his hand.
"Lean over." I bent forward, and he mopped at my hole. No one had done
that for me for years, but it felt sort of good, actually. He dropped
the first batch in the toilet and got another and finished the job.
"OK, Boys, back to the table."
Brad flushed the toilet, washed his hands and we went back across the
hall. As we crossed the short space it seemed like every man in the
room was looking down the hallway at us.
Ben tilted his head toward the table and I got back in position. "This
time will be six and a half minutes." He explained. The process was
repeated -- lub, thin probe in my ass, some fluid, more this time I
thought, Brad pulling my balls down and the swats from Ben's paddle. But
the swats where getting harder and burning more, and I think Brad was
squeezing my balls harder. By really concentrating I was sure I could
hold it this time. I was just having the experience, not even counting.
After a while I realized nothing had happened for some time. I looked
up and he grinned. "You did good, Boy. You've held that for an extra
minute already. Ready to go?"
I nodded. "Yes, Sir!" I was certainly ready, but the need wasn't all
consuming this time. We went across the hall and that scene was
repeated, too.
"Now, I think you're ready for your master." He turned to Brad. "Clean
up the examining room, get my stuff and meet us back at the sling."
"Yes, Sir." Ben grabbed my arm again and we headed back. Bill was
waiting with an amused expression, gently rubbing his cock through his
jock. I wondered if he'd set the whole thing up, but somehow it felt
more like Ben's idea.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I couldn't quite read Mark's expression as he and Ben came back. It had
taken about 20 minutes and two trips to the bathroom, so I knew Mark was
cleaner than he had been before. Ben positioned him in front of the
sling and asked him to sit down. He did so gingerly and quickly leaned
back. It was then that I saw his red butt. "Did you misbehave, Boy?"
"Ben wants me to remember to clean up when we do this again, in case you
want to fuck me, Sir."
"That's very thoughtful of him. Did you thank him for the lesson?" A
flash of fear went across Mark's face.
"Uhhh, no, Sir, I'm afraid I didn't. Thank you, Ben, Sir for helping me
clean out and for giving me a paddling so I'll remember to do that in
the future."
"I think such oversights should be punished, don't you, Boy?"
He eyed me suspiciously, wondering what I had in mind. He was a little
tentative, "They probably should, Sir." While we were talking Ben had
been attaching leather cuffs to his wrists and clipping them to the
chains at his shoulders, high enough so his arms were held almost
straight up. When Brad arrived the two of them put his ankles through
the loops on the other two chains so his butt was exposed and his legs
held apart. His asshole was going to be an easy target for my cock, and
it would be easy for me to play with his cock and balls while I fucked
him.
"What do you think would help you remember your manners better in the
future, Boy?"
I could see him calculating. His butt was pretty red, but I'd seen it
redder. "Maybe another ten swats with Ben's paddle would help, Sir."
"That sound OK to you, Ben?"
"If he counts them out for me, Bill." I nodded, and Ben fetched his
paddle and stood so Mark's butt would be an easy target. "Count'm for
me, Boy." He swung and there was a loud smack.
"One, Sir. Thank you, Sir. May I have another, Sir?" Ben delivered
another.
"Two, Sir. Thank you, Sir. May I have another, Sir?" The strength of
Ben's strokes probably started about where he had left off earlier, and
Mark was definitely wincing on each one. While Ben was doing that, I
slipped my jock off. When Ben finished I moved up and rested my cock
beside Mark's balls and pulled his butt against my body. It was HOT.
"You did that very well, Boy. I'm proud of you."
"Thank you, Sir. Thank you, Ben, Sir. I appreciate your efforts to make
me a better boy."
Ben looked down at my hard cock, and I grinned and nodded. He got his
lub and a condom from his bag. He nodded toward my cock and handed the
condom to Brad. "Get him suited up, I'll take care of his boy." I
stepped back and Brad knelt in front of me and played with my cock and
balls, then he carefully opened the package, put the condom against the
tip of my cock, squeezed out the air and rolled it down the length.
During this process Ben was working a bunch of lub into Mark's hole,
knowing that the enemas would have washed away most of Mark's natural
slickness. Then Brad borrowed the lub and generously coated the outside
of the condom. When all was ready, I put the tip at my target and looked
Mark in the eyes. "Ready, Boy?"
"Yes, Sir! Fuck me, Sir! Ram it into me! All the way, Sir!" Apparently
he was ready. I took him at his word and used the chains of the sling
to pull him toward me and sink my cock to the base in one fell swoop.
"Unnnnh!!" Mark's head snapped up. I held still long enough for his ass
to get used to the invader, then started some very slow strokes.
"What did Brad do for you in there, Boy?" I knew he just wanted to
float on the sensations my cock was giving him, but he pulled his
attention to the question.
"He held my balls so Ben wouldn't hit them, and part of the time he used
them to keep me from jumping, Sir."
"He did something else for you, too, Boy." Ben said quietly. Mark looked
up at him, perplexed. "He wiped your little boy ass in the bathroom,
too."
"Oh, uhhh, yeah, he did a good job there, too, Sir."
"Did you thank Brad for the help he gave you, Boy?"
The look on Mark's face had to mean, "OH, SHIT!!" but his words were a
subdued, "No, Sir, I'm afraid I forgot to do that, too, Sir."
"These memory lapses aren't like you, Boy, but we do have to address
them. I have your butt pretty well covered at the moment," I pulled him
firmly onto my cock again so his hot butt was against my body. "Maybe
you can think of another way for Brad to remind you to mind your
manners."
"Unnnnh!" Mark's eyes closed for a moment, lost in the sensation of my
cock sliding across his prostate. "I'm not sure I can think very well
with your cock planted in me, Sir." At least he was honest.
"Brad, I have a small leather paddle with holes in it in my bag. See if
you can find it." Brad moved to the bag and soon came back with the
implement I had in mind.
I looked at Ben. "Why don't you show Brad how that feels when it is used
on tits, Ben?"
"Sure." Ben, grinned, took the paddle, backed Brad against the wall
behind the sling and gave his tits a few light swats. He finished by
giving each one two firm ones.
"Ooooh!! Ouch!! Aaaaaagh!!" Brad was getting the idea.
"Now, why don't you reverse roles so you can tell Brad if he has it
right?"
Ben looked at me from the corners of his eyes. "You're pushing, Bill."
Then he grinned, handed the paddle to Brad and stood against the wall
himself. Brad pushed Ben's leather vest out over his shoulders then
tried several light swats on each of Ben's firm little nubs. "You've got
the motion right, now make it sting a little." Brad put a little more
speed on the next one, and I saw Ben start slightly. Brad practiced
several times on each side, but Ben hardly acknowledged that it was
going on. Eventually he looked at me and nodded.
"OK, Brad, now come give each of Mark's tits 5 firm ones like you were
using on Ben." Brad came and stood at Mark's head and rubbed his crotch
against it, then reached between the chains and gave each tit a few
playful taps. Then using the same technique he'd used on Ben, he swatted
each nipple firmly.
"Unnnnhh!! Unnnnh!!" Red outlines of the paddle appeared on Mark's
chest. Brad did two more in quick succession on each side.
"UUUUuuuunnnnnhhhh!!!" Then one more on each side. "Aaaaaagh!!" Mark
had his eyes closed, breathing heavily. I probed him deeply with my
cock, aiming right at his prostate on each stroke. "Oh, Yessss!!!"
Then Brad did one more quite, firm swat on each side.
"AAAAAaaaaaaaagh!!" I stabbed at his prostate again.
Mark looked up at Brad, though I thought his eyes looked a little
unfocused. "Thank you, Brad, Sir, for helping Ben and for taking care of
my balls and for wiping my ass. And thank you for helping me with my
memory problems, too." I stabbed deeply again. His eyes snapped back to
me. "I love feeling you in me, Sir. Take me!! Fuck me!!"
I started fucking in earnest now, deep strokes meant to make both of us
feel the pleasure. I was starting to feel the electricity in my nuts. I
held my hand out toward Ben. "Lub, please." Ben poured a nice gob in my
hand, and I spread it over Mark's cock and started stroking in time with
my fucking. I could tell it wasn't going to take Mark much longer.
"mmmmmMMMMMMMaaaaaAAAAAgggGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!! His head whipped back and
forth and I saw his first shot go over his head. The way his ass clamped
on my cock brought me to the very edge. I stroked into him one more
time. He hit himself in the face with his next shot, while stars
exploded behind my eyes.
Eventually I opened my eyes and realized I was hanging on to the leg
chains to keep from falling down. Mark's eyes were glowing as he watched
me. "Mmmmmmmm." was all I could manage at that point. My eyes were
glowing, too. I just stood there, embedded in him, watching him
watching me watching him watching ..... Finally I got soft enough that his
muscles nudged me out. That seemed like a good signal to lean over and
kiss my favorite boy. "I love you, Boy!" I whispered in his ear. He
responded by licking my ear like a pup would. I stood up again and
thought he looked very beautiful, tied up and vulnerable, glowing from
Ben's and Brad's paddlings; glowing from sex. "You ARE beautiful, Boy!"
I said quietly, my eyes misty. He blinked rapidly a few times.
"Thank you, Sir." We just looked into each other's eyes for another
minute or so.
Finally, "Time to let you up, Boy?" He nodded.
I looked up, and saw that Ben and Brad were lost in a kiss. With one
hand Ben was lightly holding Brad's hands behind his back, with the
other he was teasing one of Brad's tits. I looked back to Mark and
tilted my head toward them. He looked and grinned. "Guess you have to
do it yourself, Sir." I unclipped his hands first, then slipped his
ankles out of the loops, and he tried to get up without putting any
weight on his red butt. When he was standing, we embraced while I
licked his cum off his face and rubbed our bodies together to spread the
rest of it on our skins. I realized that at some point my condom had
fallen off and was between our feet on the floor. I picked it up, wiped
the floor where it had landed and disposed of every thing. Mark took
off the cuffs and put them back in my bag.
Ben and Brad were still in their kiss. I wasn't sure they'd even
noticed us moving around. I picked up my paddle and positioned myself so
I could swat both their butts in quick succession. I put some muscle in
it, since they both had Levi's on. Both of them jumped. "Hey!" Ben
yelped, but I noticed that he did not let go of Brad's hands.
"I just wanted to get your attention so I could say `Thanks,' guys."
"It was great, men. Thanks for your help!" Mark chimed in, remembering
his manners. "My body will remember you both tomorrow." They laughed. I
lightly kissed Ben and then Brad. Mark knelt and kissed the bulges in
their Levi's. They both laughed, but Ben still held on to Brad's hands.
"Have fun, men." I told them. Mark and I picked up our stuff and the
bag and headed to my locker. I glanced back before I started up the
stairs, and Ben had pushed Brad against the wall, had one thigh pushed
firmly into Brad's crotch and was playing with both his tits. Brad's
hands were still behind his back; his head was tilted back and his eyes
closed. He was having a good first night at the club, too.
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Back at the B&B Mark and I took a shower -- warm water, gentle flow. I
put lotion gently on his butt and chest; he did the same for my back,
then we fell into bed, both tired puppies after a great day. We were on
our sides, Mark spooned into me.
I was about to drift off. "Bill?" Mark's tone caught my full attention.
"Yeah, Mark?" I nuzzled his neck and ear.
A sigh; silence for a while. "Do you think we could ever live together?"
That was a question I had been thinking about a lot for at least a
month. I thought I had an answer, too. "Yeah, if we had the right
house." I let him process that for a minute. "You?"
"Yeah." Some more time for him to get his nerve up again. "Do you want
to?"
"Yeah. Very much."
"Me, too." He snuggled his still hot butt so firmly into my crotch it
must have hurt. "I love you, Bill. Very much!"
I pulled him against my chest more tightly. "Yeah, me, too." I whispered
in his ear.
Then we did drift off to sleep.
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Epilogue:
What Mark didn't tell Bill that night was that Nancy had just told him
she wanted to sell their house so she could afford to buy one with Kate.
Bill also didn't know that when they got home there'd be a call from
Troy on the answering machine. He was letting Bill and Mark know that he
and Clay wanted to sell their country property and would give them first
crack at it.
What Bruno hadn't told either of them, because he didn't understand it
all that well himself, was that he often dreamed of running through
forests and across fields, sniffing out game trails and smelling all
sorts of other neat stuff. He dreamed of being
A Dog on the Loose.
The End
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