Date: Fri, 26 Jul 2002 13:36:43 +1000
From: Iain Robertson <iainlthr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Take It Or Leave It - Ch 3

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This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the
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Take It or Leave It

Chapter 3

	Iainlthr@hotmail.com

We spent several hours in the shaded patch by the river as the sun peaked
and began to slide toward the horizon. The heat built up and any thought of
exertion quickly disappeared. He jumped up and dived into the river several
times to cool down, and allowed me to paddle as well, removing my wrist and
ankle bands, but leaving my collar in place.

As the afternoon lengthened and the heat receded, my owner began to stir
again, mumbling quietly to himself about things that needed to be finished,
work that had to be done, even when he was having fun. Checking that my
restraints were all back in place, he led me back to the verandah of the
cottage, and tied my leash to the post where I had been left earlier. With
the sun behind us, the spot was now cool and pleasant, and he left me there,
disappearing behind the place again. I settled down, as comfortably as I
could, and waited for him.

Apart from the occasional grunt or the sound of hammering, I had no more
contact with him that afternoon. He had left me alone while he finished
whatever it was he was doing. The heat persisted although I had shade where
I was tied, and the bowl of water was within reach. Although my hands were
now untied, I had no cup or other vessel to drink with, and fearing he could
return at any time, I decided not to use my cupped hands for drinking, but
to maintain my role as his dog, and drink by sinking my face into the water
and lapping as best I could. By late afternoon, I had had a chance to sleep,
and found I was getting used to the discomfort of sleeping on a hard
surface. The light was still strong although the heat had begun to ease when
he appeared again, sweating and a little grimy, still naked in his brawny,
hirsute glory.

"Hey, dog-boy!" he called to me, a smile of self satisfaction on his face.
"I need another wash, down to the creek, come on." He untied the leash, and
headed off alone, leaving me to follow by myself. I willingly did as he
expected, trailing him to the water. This gave me a great opportunity to
stare unnoticed at his firm arse. The globes of flesh were solid, muscled,
and covered in a soft coat of dark hair. Watching as he ambled to the
stream, then waded in, I found his body alluring, arousing, and began to
stiffen. It occurred to me that I was no longer concerned by the part I
played; in fact, I found my new station enjoyable, satisfying, and felt that
all I had to do was keep my master happy and I would be able to go on like
this indefinitely.

He finished his bathing, and clambered back up onto the grassy ledge, the
cool water matting his hairy body and dripping from his arms and legs. His
cock swung easily, invitingly in the open air, and my eyes were drawn to his
flaccid organ. My dick twitched and jerked again at the sight of the rod
which inflicted such delightful torture on my body. He passed me by, and I
instantly jumped up and followed him back to the cottage, where he busied
himself preparing a meal while I half sat, half knelt almost at his feet
without comment or acknowledgement from him. Taking a seat at the table, he
started on his meal as I sat beside him looking up, watching everything he
did. I had not eaten for some time, and involuntarily began to salivate as I
watched him devour a large steak. He glanced down at me, and chuckled.

"Doggy hungry, is he?" I nodded at him, and he cut several pieces of meat
from his beef, dropping them one by one to the floor in front of me, where I
gratefully picked them up with my mouth, chewing and swallowing, my hands
doing no more than supporting my weight as I leaned forward to get at the
scraps on the floor. Enjoying my continued acceptance of my position, he
began to play with me, holding pieces of food out between his fingers and
dangling them at my face before allowing me to bite and swallow them.

He finished his meal, our meal, and stood, leaving the plate on the kitchen
bench and going to the third room which seemed to be a storage area.

"Stay!" he commanded as he did. I could hear him rummaging around but
remained where I was in the living area. He muttered to himself as he pulled
open drawers and boxes, and I picked up snippets of his words:

" ... been so long ... about time for some real fun ... they should fit him ...
where did I leave it? ... mmm, feels good ... oh yeah, I'll need that too ..."

When he emerged from the room, he had transformed himself. I looked at him
in awe, my mouth hanging open, and my cock jumped to instant steely
attention. He was no longer naked, but garbed in shining black leather chaps
that clung to his muscled legs like an extra layer of skin. With each step
ripples of movement shimmered within the polished hide. His giant cock swung
in the triangle of bare skin at his groin, already semi hard and leaking
pre-cum. Around his biceps were bright black leather bands held in place by
glinting metal buckles. A peaked cap on his head made him seem even taller
than before. In one hand he held a tangle of leather straps, in the other a
long black dildo and a pack of lubricant. He laughed at my reaction, and
hissed at me: "Thought I'd only ever get to wear this by myself now, but an
obedient little cocksucker can come in useful after all!"

He strode over to me, pulling me up straight on my knees. Placing the toy
and the lube to one side, he unravelled the straps. It was a leather
harness, consisting of shoulder, chest and waist straps, all connected by
steel chains. He quickly settled it over me, pulling the leather into place
and tightening it around my body. The shoulder bands connected at the centre
of my chest to a metal ring, and from that ring two more wide bands ran
under my pectoral muscles and around to my back. A fifth strap dropped down
to another metal ring at my navel, and two more black bands connected from
it around my waist to my back. The harness sat very snugly on me, and he
made sure it was firm and binding. The scent of the cured hide wafted to my
nostrils, and the texture of the leather on my skin felt wonderful. My dick
was throbbing and so hard it ached as he stood back and admired his
handiwork.

Taking the leather leash attached to my collar in one hand, he picked up the
lube and the dildo in the other. "Outside, dogslave!" he said, pulling hard
at my neck as I hurried to follow him. In the cooler air he made his way to
a flat clearing behind the house which I hadn't seen before. The moon was
bright, and gave an eerie sliver glow to the spot, which excited me even
more. I guessed that this was what he had been working on during the day,
because in the middle of the small field stood a flat bench, much like a
saw-horse, the bare timber covered in black material of some kind. He
brought me up to it and pushed me forward to lie face down along its length.
I found to my further excitement that the covering on the bench was in fact
leather, and that it was angled down so that as I lay on it, my head was
lower than my arse. The bench supported me from head to hips, my cock
swaying in air and my butt levered up and exposed.

As I lay where he pushed me, he moved around the arrangement, bending and
pulling at something on the supporting legs. I soon found that there were
short lengths of chain and steel snaps on the legs, and these he used to
secure my wrists and ankles by connecting to the cuffs I wore. Quickly, I
was spread-eagled over the leather-covered bench, my arms and legs
immobilised, my head down and my arse pointing up and back -- at exactly the
height of his groin! Surrounded by open grassland, the stars and inky sky
overhead, I found myself the centre of an incredibly erotic scene, a
sacrificial offering on an altar of leather to the gods of masculine lust.

He stood again, the black leather he wore emphasised by the moonlight,
staring at me. "Oh yeah!" he declared quietly, and my heart swelled with
excitement and pride.

He landed a slap on my exposed cheek, the sound of skin on skin cracking and
echoing in the silence of the surrounding land. I felt his hands on my butt,
and then lower. He squeezed and pulled at my testicles and I felt a piece of
cord being tightened around them, pulling at my sac. The pain was deep,
aching, but bearable. My hard throbbing prong danced in the air as he played
with my nuts, and then his hands were at my poker, squeezing and pulling at
me. I sensed something being tied around me, could feel some kind of
material enveloping my cock, but loose, swinging, so that my prick could
move freely around, brushing lightly against whatever had been tied around
it.

Moving to behind me, I could hear him murmur, "oh yeah, this is good." I
felt horny, electric, in this position. My nerves tingled, my senses
heightened by the exposure and the openness around us. A pressure at my
hole, but gentle. Cool, liquid. It was the lubricant, and he was smearing it
on my anus, rubbing it into me with his finger. That same finger then
pressed inside me, curled and massaged the inner ring of my sphincter with
the gel and played with my muscle, arousing me more. A second finger joined
the first as he forced me open slowly. Sliding in and out of my arse, he
finger fucked me like that for a few minutes. Then he introduced a third
finger to my hole, stretching me as the pleasure of his insertion turned to
pain momentarily. I accustomed myself to his hand, trying to relax,
wondering how much further he intended to go. Fear came on me, but
exhilaration as well. Could I take being fisted? Would he try? But then he
removed the three fingers quickly. I knew both relief and disappointment in
one moment.

Without a sound, he moved again, and a new pressure made itself felt. This
was solid, unyielding, cool. The dildo! He held the knob of that artificial
cock against me, gripped it with his hand and pushed forward slowly but
steadily, unrelenting. The head of that thick black rubber toy was large but
not as big as my Master's cock. I relaxed my body, pushed back with my
muscles and accepted it as he slid it into me. He simply kept pushing, his
pace unchanging, a slow but irresistible invasion of my arse. The sensation
as it entered me was pleasant, filling, and as the rubber made contact with
my prostate I breathed deep and let the delightful sensation wash through my
body. The long prong slipped in and in and in, my anus firm around it's
shaft as it moved through my sphincter. It kept on coming. I had no idea how
long it was, but soon I felt the ache as it pushed well into my bowel and
kept on going. My discomfort grew as my innards were shoved slowly but
firmly aside by the black invader. I squirmed a little as it edged inward,
and received a slap on my bare arse for my trouble. I swore the thing was
pushing through my intestine and into my stomach when he finally stopped. I
was filled. More than I had ever been filled. I knew it was a trick of the
imagination, but I felt stuffed to the throat.

"Good, boy," he hissed quietly into my ear, giving the toy a twirl within me
and sending waves of aching pleasure through my nerves. Pulling it back a
little, he rotated it and shoved again, then started pumping it in and out
of me, twisting and bending it as he did. My aching guts gave up their
protest as my squelching cavern surrendered to the treatment and took the
tingling pleasure it gave. He stood beside me now, one hand manipulating the
long dong within me, the other reaching for my tits, pulling and twisting
them against the leather of the bench. Then he grabbed at the harness
straps, and pulled hard, lifting me off the table as he shoved the dildo
back up into my passage. Dropping me again, he pulled the toy back, almost
until it exited me, then shoved it in again, fast. Back again, like
lightning, then in once more. The suctioning and impaling I took at this
treatment made me moan, my breath coming in short gasps. This was unlike any
fuck I had known, the depth that black rubber prong reached touched my gut,
and the vacuum of its speedy withdrawal suctioned at my bowel. My entire
body ached and tingled from the treatment it was receiving.

Finally, he pulled it back again, and kept going. The head plopped from my
body with an audible squelch, and he slapped the length of the toy down onto
my back. My cock throbbed, steel hard and aching, my balls painful and
distended, rolling and fighting against the restraint, my need building. He
added to the exquisite agony, by teasing my nuts, tracing his fingers softly
against the tender skin, then gripping them in his fist and pulling hard,
twisting his hand around before releasing me again.

My neck jerked back as he grabbed and pulled at the leather lead fastened to
the collar I wore. With the leash in one hand, his other hand took hold of
the straps of my harness, wrapping his fingers around the leather. I felt
the cold metal of his PA press to my soft anus, and tried to open myself for
the assault I knew was to come. The force of his thrust surprised me. There
was no gradual easing in this time, no firm but slow penetration. Instead,
he shoved his huge meaty cock deep into my gut, following the path of the
dildo minutes earlier. The rough metal of the ring piercing his weapon
scraped at my innards as he impaled my body on his dong, pulling hard at the
harness around my torso and using it for leverage to insert himself deeper
than ever within my warm wet cavern. As he plumbed the depths of my hole
with his meat, he tugged against the lead, jerking my neck back and forcing
me to arch my back. This caused his rock hard prick to swing hard inside me,
sending new shudders of pleasurable pain through my innards. The PA he wore
rubbed and gouged at me. But the sensation was incredible, electric shocks
of pure ecstasy jolting every nerve in my body.

Now he began to fuck me in earnest, pulling back and shoving in again. He
thrust himself at me, pulling on the harness as he did. He bent his knees,
then stood up again, moved from side to side even as he pumped, so that his
cock not only pounded in and out of me, but rotated and moved around within
me. I felt the solidity of him jangling the inner canal of my guts, felt the
friction as he slid in and out of my ring, and gasped with delight at the
tingling passion he generated within me. His thick, throbbing pole was no
longer a battering ram, but a vibrating buzzing instrument which penetrated
every part of my body as he twisted and shoved at me.

Aching with need, I clenched at him, tried to hold his massive shaft within
me, but he pulled back against my hold, then ploughed deep inside again. I
surrendered to the rutting humping fuck he directed at me, and pulled
against the restraints which kept me in place as I fought to keep up with
his frenzied screwing of my hole. I sensed a change in his pace, as he
slowed a little in his thrusting, his hand still holding to the harness and
pulling me against his distended organ. He pulled back from me, and his cock
exited my stretched hole. I gasped with the sudden emptiness, then moaned as
he shoved himself back in again in a long fast piercing shot, from the head
of his cock to the thick hairy base of his shaft. Again he pulled out, and
again he speared into me. On he went, completely exiting my body, then
impaling me fully on his gigantic dagger of flesh. Each time his cockhead
passed through my sphincter, the uneven solidity of the metal PA rubbed and
pulled at my muscle. The firm silver of that piercing massaged my anus, and
caressed my prostate with each rotation, delivering waves of indescribable
pleasure to my compliant body. I was coming to worship the massive cock that
joined me to my master and pumped unimagined pleasure into me as its owner
took his delight from my surrender. The tower of flesh, topped with its
crown of silver, took possession of me and gave to me the most incredible
sensations I had ever known.

Suddenly, it was gone, and I was empty again. I braced myself for another
invasion, but it did not come. My emptied hole twitched and puckered as I
gasped and ached, my cock swinging and rubbing against the textured material
around it, my balls struggling and painful in their stretched restraint. I
felt him pick up the dildo, and suddenly it was back inside me again, long
and piercing, but not so thick as his meat, not so filling as his massive
cock. He moved the toy around inside me, bending and flexing it into every
crevice of my rectum, playing with my gut as he wrenched it in and out of my
sphincter.

And then the invading snake of rubber stilled. He held it steady as his hand
again slid under the straps of my harness and gripped at me. I waited, the
anticipation building as my stretched and ravaged hole flexed at the length
of the dildo. That long artificial prong slid slowly out of me as he pulled
at it, until only the very tip of the fake penis remained within me. Still
holding it steady, he moved again, and I felt the now familiar metal of his
Prince Albert nudge at my outer rim, hard against the edge of the rubber
toy. I moaned with delight at the prospect of his mighty cock rejoining my
body, and waited for the dildo to be removed, flexing and relaxing, pushing
back to open my arse as much as I could. The rubbery head did not move, but
he did.

Pushing forward very slowly, he forced the metal of his piercing into me,
nudging at the dildo and stretching me even further. I gasped and ached, my
sphincter protesting in agony as his cockhead made its way inside me,
fighting for space with the solid rubber toy. I stifled a yell, bit my
tongue as the pain increased, swore I was being torn apart as he pressed on,
the shaft of the dildo still through my ring and his cock penetrating that
stretched protesting muscle. I ached and trembled with pain, finally
breaking my silence with a muffled yell.

He stopped at that, did not withdraw, but did not push on either. "Easy boy,
you can do it," he hissed. I clenched my teeth and willed myself to relax as
my hole slowly, reluctantly gave up its protest and adjusted to this new
stretching.

As I huffed and gasped, breathed quickly and slowly accustomed myself, he
waited patiently, unmoving. When my trembling slowed, then stilled, he
whispered encouragement. "Good boy. Take it dog, and enjoy it." Strange
praise, but it helped me and I groaned a low "uunnnhhhh" as he started to
push in again.

Gradually, almost tenderly, he inched into me now, the hot length of his
masculinity rubbing against the cool rubber of the dildo, both of them
opening my arse and sliding slowly inside me. The pain continued and I
puffed and breathed trying to take the insertion he insisted on. I told
myself I would never do it, could not get both him and the toy inside me
without injury as I tried to block the aching from my mind. I concentrated
so much on not thinking about what was happening to my arse, that his words
shocked me back to reality.

"Nice job, dog. You've done it."

Suddenly I realised that he had completed his mission, had sunk his huge
sword into my yielding body and slid the black rubber dildo in along with
it. The surprise I felt at this was then surpassed by the surprise as I
realised the pain had gone. Not only had I taken this double intrusion with
being ripped apart, but my stretched anus had accepted the assault and grown
accustomed to it. There was a discomfort that was rapidly disappearing and I
lay there, unable to move, and allowed my body to tell me how incredible I
felt, held wide open and filled so totally. I marvelled at my arse's ability
to adjust, and tingled with the intensity of the sensations rolling through
me.

I risked a light flex of my sphincter muscle, to find that rather than
hurting, it increased the pressure, and the pleasure, I felt. He noticed the
spasm, and knew it signalled my readiness for more. Slowly he began, then
increased his tempo, fucking me again, but now with both his giant meaty rod
and the rubber toy at once. I moaned with the intensity of the pleasure that
enveloped me as he humped steadily into me. He too was extremely excited by
the double penetration, gasping and moaning, hissing grunts of pleasure with
each motion.

A change of pace, and instead of the dildo riding in and out alongside him,
he reversed it so that as his cock sank into me the toy was pulled out, and
as he withdrew his thick rod he pushed the fake prong against its motion and
back into me. The friction and irregular movement sent waves of erotic
delight through me, my cock twitching and leaking, my balls heaving. As for
him, the friction of the reverse direction of the black rubber plug,
combined with the heated wetness of my guts and the vice-like grip of my
anus, sent him into raptures. His voice rose in pitch and volume, his
breathing quickened to hissing gasps and his body shuddered. Within minutes,
his grip on my harness tugged with all his strength in one mighty yank as he
ploughed his cock deep inside me and shoved the dildo back in along with it.
He spasmed as he did, the hot cream of his orgasm shooting into me, and
spilling out between his cock and the toy as he humped and pumped, unloading
his essence deep inside my guts. He shook, and I shook with him, connected
as we were. He jetted into me and gulped for air, ramming his entire body
hard against the curve of my arse, shoving his cock hard into me and pushing
the dildo hard.

For fully five minutes he held that position, twitching and shooting,
rocking against me in extended orgasm. When finally the climax subsided, he
laughed out loud, slapping my cheek with his palm. "Fuck, yeah, boy!" The
effect of the slap was to cause my butt to clamp again around his cock and
the dildo, sending more waves of tingling pleasure through me, and squeezing
him again so that he laughed some more with the pleasure. As the intensity
eased, he pulled himself from me, leaving the dildo in place until he was
gone. Once his ringed head slid from me, the toy felt small, almost
inconsequential. He slid that thing from my hole easily and dropped it on
the grass. Emptied, I relaxed, still bound in place, unable to move, my dick
throbbing and fit to burst with the built up need. I had been placed on this
altar of sex in the open air, covered in moonlight and sacrificed to
pleasure, stabbed by living flesh and pierced by rubber and blackness. I
moaned with need as my balls ached.

He knelt just beside and behind me now, pulling again at my agonised nuts.
"Ha, usually have to milk the cows, can't be much different when you milk a
dog!" he laughed at his joke, his hand going around my cock, squeezing it
through the covering tied around me. He started to pull at my cock as if he
was in fact milking me like a cow, manipulating my shaft, squeezing at the
base and pulling towards the tip, then letting go to start again. I mumbled
and gasped at the treatment, desperate to blow, but the tie around my nut
sack prevented the escape of my juice, and the explosion I craved. For 10 or
15 minute he teased me like this, pulling and playing with my trembling
painful dick, whispering obscenities and words of encouragement, driving me
to despair as my body ached for release that would not come. Finally, happy
with his game, he suddenly undid the leather cord around my balls, and with
the painful rush of blood back into my system came a crashing heaving
explosion as my cock erupted, spewing load after load of my manjuice through
the heated aching shaft of my prick.

I shuddered and twitched, gasped and puffed for ages as my orgasm crashed
into me and rolled on and on, seeming like it would never end. When finally
the pleasure eased and my mind came back to earth, he was there again, hand
on my back, patting me like the dog I was. "Good boy, nice dog" he said as
he massaged the base of my root, below my balls, squeezing every last drop
of cum from me. Undoing the material which had remained shrouding my meat,
he stood up, satisfied.

"Now that's what I call a good milking," he said. He released my wrists and
ankles, and pulled me upright by the collar until I sat exhausted on the
bench.

"A dog needs to keep up its protein intake," he lectured at me, holding up
his hand. In it was a leather pouch, a full bag, and I knew it was what had
been tied around my shaft. He had collected my cum in the sack of leather he
now held. Coming to me, he pulled open the top. "Drink your protein, dog!"
he commanded. As I opened my mouth he tipped the pouch to my lips, squeezing
its contents onto my tongue and down my throat. I lapped at my own
ejaculate, swallowing and gulping, tasting the salty sweetness of myself and
drinking of my own essence.

        ********************

Stretching out on the grass, the warm night air around us, he relaxed after
the fucking he had administered. "A good night's work," he declared to
himself, standing slowly, the gleaming black leather of his chaps bright in
the glow of the moon.

He pulled me up as well, and headed back to the front of the cottage.
Inside, he left me on the floor as he unzipped the skintight chaps and
unbuckled the armbands he wore. Removing his cap, he carefully wiped and
cleaned the leather, going to the room where it was kept and putting it
away. He looked at me as he came back, something in his hand.

"Dogs look good in a proper harness," he said. "You can stay like that. I've
got something extra for you, although it's not quite what I wanted. Lie on
your back, boy." As I obeyed, he showed me what he held. A butt plug.
Similar to the one he had used last night, although a little wider at its
widest point. "With all the work your hole has had tonight dog, I hope this
stays in place." He eased it into my arse, still slicked from the lube and
his cum, pushing past the flange. I felt a moment of pain as it popped
inside, then the familiar sense of being filled again. Looking at me with
the black base protruding from my arse, he said wistfully, "Pity it's just a
plug. This dog would look so much better with a tail, but you can only use
what's to hand."

I assumed I would be returned to the floor in the third room to sleep for
the night, but instead he led me back outside and down the steps. I had a
quizzical look on my face, wondering what else he intended for the evening.
I had thought he was ready to retire himself. We rounded the corner of the
cottage where he had been working that afternoon, and he pointed while he
looked at my face.

There at the side of the building was a low, long oblong timber structure
with a slight pitched roof. For a second I stared uncomprehending, then I
recognised it for what it was. A kennel! He had built me a kennel! Three
times my own body width, and long enough to lie at full stretch, it had a
low doorway I could only enter on hands and knees, with a piece of sackcloth
over the opening. Kneeling, I pulled the cloth open. Inside was a `bed' of
old blankets and material, and next to it a bowl of water. If I had seen it
at any other time I would have laughed at the ludicrous thought, but after
what I had been through, I was touched, humbled. This man, who used me and
abused me for his pleasure, who treated me literally like a dog, and had
bargained slavery from me as the price of my rescue, had gone to the not
unsubstantial effort of building me my very own kennel!

I turned to him, my emotions cartwheeling inside my head. I almost forgot
myself, wanted to thank him and hug him, but one look at his powerful, bear
like frame, naked and strong in the warm night air, and I knew what to do.
On hands and knees again, I crawled to him, looked up into his eyes and
whimpered my thanks, then licked him. I licked a long sloppy trail up his
leg, then risked a bit of fun for myself, and licked at the long flaccid
tube of flesh I enjoyed so much, taking his cockhead between my lips and
running my tongue over the edge of his PA. I know he was truly pleased with
my reaction, and he let me suckle at his prong for a few seconds, before
pushing me gently away.

"Time for some rest," he said quietly. He did not tie me to anything, but
simply walked away. I happily watched him go inside, then crawled into my
`home' and made myself comfortable, falling asleep on the pile of rags
quickly and contentedly.

To be continued ...


Comments, complaints or compliments? Contact me at iainlthr@hotmail.com

This story is a fantasy, it is not real and only happened in my imagination.
YOU MUST REMEMBER that in the real world, you can DIE from having unsafe
sex. It is your right and your duty to make sure that condoms are always
used, whether you are giving or receiving. It doesn't matter how good
looking or how ugly he is, and it doesn't matter whether you are top or
bottom, USE A CONDOM!