| I posted this in the old forums, but now that it's gone, I thought i'd repost this story I grew up on a dairy farm in the back country of a large metropolitan area.I was raised by my Aunt and Uncle and the animals, and even had some helpin the lessons of life from the farmhands. In all that time, I never onceconsidered having sex with any of the animals or with the hired help, eventhough I witnessed the animals having sex, the help having sex, and evenonce or twice I stumbled onto the help having sex with the animals. Ithink I was too busy avoiding my sexuality back then. Other boys wereexperimenting openly with the farm girls or at least boasting about it. Iavoided the topic altogether.It wasn't until I moved to the city to go to college that I began toexplore what feel I had always known. I was different from most otherboys. In no time I was putting my legs in the air for other frat, fuckinganonymous pickups from seedy downtown bars, and generally having a greattime; discovering all those years of pent-up sexual frustration made me onegreat poke in my post-adolescence.Well, it wasn't too long (my second year of college) before I began to seekout more than just the vanilla partners I had been screwing around with.As they do with so many young gay men, my possibilities began to expand. Istarted going in for the rougher trade men or the men who seemed to havesomething special to offer. I began to frequent the leather bars, thedarker baths, the parks -- those places where men descended into darknessto exercise their deepest, most secret fetish desires. By the time I cometo my time of my story, I had been fisted twice, tortured, enslaved, peedon, been the subject of mass orgies and sex parties full of hard drugs, sextoys and fetish games, and I was so far removed from being the simple farmboy that had moved to the city scarcely less than two years before as to beconsidered 'worldly' by the standards of most of the men I enjoyed thecompany of.However, there was still one taboo I had not broken, although I didn't evenrealize it at the time, and in the way one peels away the many layers of anonion to get closer to the rich core, I realized that there were parts ofmy sexuality that I still had not come to terms with.It was late on a chill spring Wednesday night in May when I got to myfavorite local haunt, The Chase. It's your standard leather bar, the kindwhere the dress code loosely demands leather or denim and most of that canbe checked at the door if you so choose. When I entered the bar, the usualrag-tag group of leather-worshippers -- rough trade, masters and slaves --was loitering about the place, many enmeshed in a live-fisting sling scenein a dark corner. I quickly surveyed the men as I usually did as soon as Ienter a bar to get my bearings, to see what's available. Most men looktwice when I walk by, although its deadly in a place like this one to looktoo needy.As I ordered myself a beer I spied a man leaning nonchalantly on the farside of the bar, obviously half-interested in watching a guy getting a blowoff in the shadows. Now, normally I pick up a man based on what I feellike doing sexually on that occasion. If I want to get fucked, I look fora burly masculine man who can't take his eyes off all the ass that walksby. If I want a hole to fuck, I go for a slighter fellow who can't takehis eyes off my basket. But sometimes there are those men who possess thatanimal magnetism and killer frame that makes me nervous and a littleexcited. This guy was one of these.I cruised around some, usually stopping to watch a hot session or chat withsomeone I knew, but always keeping an eye on that man and letting him knowI was interested. He kept brushing his hand by that crotch and letting itlinger there while I watched, mesmerized by it. I saw him rebuff severaloffers from some very goodlooking men. I knew he was in for me.When I approached him, I locked his gaze. In the cruising game you've gotto play it tough or most of these guys will just walk away. I kept hisfocus and walked right past him, heading for the door. He followed. Myheart melted. He caught up with me outside, told me he was John and thatwe should go to his place, hailing a cab. During the cab ride to his flat,his big palm never left my denim-imprisoned straining cock and I couldn'thelp myself from licking and sucking on his deeply chiseled and rough jawline. I swear he was growling in a low bass pitch the whole time, like ananimal. I imagine we scared the crap out of the cab driver.He paid the cabby and we went up to his flat, which wasn't shabby at alland convinced me he was a well-paid professional. He told me to take offmy clothes as he went to get us some beers, and excused himself to takecare of a few quick and immediate matters. I wasted no time, shucked mygear, sat on a couch and sucked on my beer bottle.After a few minutes, he returned still clothed, and without a word liftedmy legs high and apart in the air, attacking my asshole with his mouth. Heslobbered around, tongue- fucking my ass as his roughly shaven facescratched my inner thighs raw. He pulled my ass cheeks wide and dug histongue in as deep as it could go, making me thrash and moan in ecstasy.After long minutes of rimming me out, his mouth leapt to mine and histongue was quickly replaced at my asshole by two thick fingers. He waswasting no time, ramming them home, making me yelp into his mouth as hesucked hard on my tongue.John fingerfucked me relentlessly while his mouth made contact with justabout every nook and cranny of my entire body. His fingers repeatedlyslammed into my prostate gland and skidded by it deep inside of me. When Itried to reciprocate at all, he firmly pressed me back down intosupplication against the couch. He wanted me to know that he was incontrol. The only places he had not touched me were my throbbing rock harddick and balls. He moved them out of his way when he had to, but otherwisehe ignored them in every other sense. He obviously knew what he was doing;in short order I was aching for some sort of release. Precum drooledcontinuously out of my cock and dribbled onto my torso. He lapped it upgreedily from my stomach, but was careful to never touch the slippery headof my dick with his tongue. Despite my electric sensuality I was beginningto think he had some pretty serious sexual hang-ups.At some point my whole body was bucking up of the couch to make contactwith his body, and John had managed to restrict both my hands behind myback with his one free hand. Before I could protest in any way, I heard ametallic 'click' and then a bit of a jingle as John pulled away from me.He looked down on me from above, his erect cock clearly outlined againstthe front of his jeans, and as I tried to sit up I realized he hadhandcuffed my hands behind my back. I flashed a dirty smile."You want to play games, huh?" I breathed, loving the kinky turn ofevents."No games," he replied in a husky voice. "I was just getting you good andprimed. A good friend of mine here needs you more than me."Suddenly I was quite scared. It must have shown in my expression becauseJohn was the next one to crack a smile. "What the fuck are you talkingabout?" I asked, surprised and shocked. In a way, I had been in situationslike these a dozen times and was only anticipating some more kinky sex. Inanother way, this seemed different -- more sinister. Enough to get meinstantly worried. Usually, guys discuss limits or fetishes before asession like this one. Maybe the guy was just being spontaneous.John made no response. He caught me up in his burly arms despite mykicking and yelling protests and half-carried me to the corner, where hetightly linked me up to a series of chains strewn about an ordinary wallradiator that I hadn't noticed before. The chains forced me into acrouched kneeling position with my head near the floor and my hands stillcuffed behind my back, ass up in the air. I noticed all the scratches andgauges made by the chains in the floor and wall, indicating that otherunwilling men had been locked up here before.When he was sure I was secure, he went over to one of the other rooms andopened the door.My eyes got real large as a big slick black dog emerged from the opendoorway. John and the dog greeted one another like old friends, pawing andfawning at one another, and I noticed as one of John's hands casually movedback to the dog's crotch and began to pull and stroke the dog's sheath. Iburst out into tears and protests. I knew what the big dog needed me forimmediately. I began to thrash and yank at the chains, but my movementswere minimal and fruitless. I was trapped.I watched reluctantly as John sensually coaxed the dog's long thick pinkcock from the sheath. He kept glancing from the dog to me and back, takingin the tension like a drug. John occasionally brought his fingers to hismouth and sucked on them, licking off the coating of dog precum whichissued from the tip of the dog's cock in steady spurts. The stuff wasdripping and flailing in long strands from the dog's crotch as Johncontinued to jack him. He ignored my begging and pleading -- in fact itonly seemed to make John himself become more excited."This is King," John announced proudly, "my business partner. I'm asecurity officer and he is my companion and Night Watchman. Canines arefar more aggressive and effective in their work unneutered -- but thatmeans that from time to time, King needs to get his release too. And likehis master, King likes boyhole as much as the next guy."John led King over to where I was chained on the floor. I defensivelyhuddled up against the radiator. The metal was cold on my bare skin. Icouldn't take my eyes off that lengthening stiffening dogcock. It gotbigger every second. King began to sniff at me, perhaps getting to know myscent. I'm sure he was smelling all the precum drying on my belly."Please -- please don't do what I think you're going to do...don't lethim!" I pleaded. "I'll do anything..." I jumped a little when I felt acold nose make contact with the head of my rapidly retreating dick.John bent very close to my face, looked me in the eye, and said "Well, I'lltell you what... You be a good little whore and suck King off, and he mightbe satisfied with that. You suck the cum out of him and he'll probably besatisfied. Otherwise, I'll just let my boy have his way with you -- how doyou feel about that?"Through tears and sobs I eventually agreed, and John led the dog's cockaround to my head. The dog's enormous dick was maybe two inches above mymouth and I was about to take the plunge when it jerked and shot a littlespurt all over my face. With my hands secured behind my back there wasnothing I could do about it. I instinctively opened my mouth to gasp andJohn thrust the length of King's cock into my mouth.I only gagged for a moment from the shock and then the dog began to thrustin and out. I used my lips to hold onto what I could of his length. Hiscock seemed to inflate in my mouth. It was undoubtedly one of the thickestcocks I had ever sucked. Although he didn't need to, John kept one handfirmly behind my head and the other on his dog's dick to guide it into mymouth.I began to reason that if I managed to get the dog off, then John wouldprobably let me go and I could be out of this nightmare. I thought of allthe guys before me who had gotten out of this and would have never toldanother soul what had happened to them. And who would? I began to suck inearnest, to John's encouragements. At times he would pull the dog's dickaway and push my mouth to the dog's anus, which I sucked just as eagerly.The taste was surprisingly not what I expected -- there was nounpleasantness at all. I would rim King for several minutes, with Johnslapping my cheeks and face with the dog's dick, and then he would guideKing back into my mouth once more. My face was literally soaked in stickydog cum.The dog's cock never stopped shooting short bursts of salty cum down mythroat. His dick was smooth all over and seemed at times to inflate ingirth; I kept on it like a pro and sucked hard. King began to become moreand more erratic. Soon his dick was popping in and out of my mouth and hewas making whimpering noises as though he was close to coming. So it was abit of a shock after several minutes of this to have King pulled away."Sorry kid," John explained, jacking a little on King's cock again, "afraidKing's not going to come that way anytime soon...guess you loose."I was terrified at the words. I began to thrash and buck more violently,but to no avail. My ass was exposed, open, and up in the air. John ledKing to mount me. Once in position on my back, King's forepaws gripped mychest and he began the fucking motions, his slimy cock tracing around mybuttocks and lower back as he tried to find the goal. The harder he tried,the tighter his claws tore welts across my chest. I was bawling and cryingout as much as I could muster. John jammed what must have been a balled upsock in mouth.When John guided King's cock abruptly home, it stopped my breath short.John guided it in slowly but insistently. After a couple of seconds, whenhe heard my breathing begin again, John let King go.I have never experienced as intense a fuck in my life, before or since.King fucked me hard and royally, slamming that big dog cock home, moving itaround inside, pulling me to meet his thrusts with his powerfully grippingfront legs. His low guttural animal growls, rapid blasts of hot breath onthe back of my neck, his constantly self-lubricating fuckpole, and hisfurious and insistent thrusting drove me right over the edge. In my sexualdelirium I watched as the chains that bound me scraped and tore at thehardwood floor finish. King was a powerful creature.And just when I thought I was going to loose my mind the impossiblehappened -- his knot popped its way inside, past my sphincter. It musthave swelled up as King got close to coming because I hadn't noticed it onhim before. The pain was intense. Almost in the same heartbeat itsqueezed in, King's knot popped out again. John must have noticed myexasperation because I heard him exclaim his assent. And then, as rapidlyas the first thrust had been, King managed to squeeze that knot of his pastmy threshold again. And again, and again -- until suddenly King could nolonger pull out. The knot had gotten to large to exit again. His dickthrusts got shorter and faster. King whimpered. It felt like someone wasworking a pool ball up my ass. I shot a huge load onto the floor beneathmy belly.King's monsterous tool exploded embedded up my ass. I explicitly felt theburning jets pelting my insides over and over for several moments. King'swhimpers became high- pitched, and he finally toned down the once-feverishassault on my ass. King let his weight slump down on mine, pressing me intoan uncomfortable position onto the floor. We lay locked together like thaton the floor for a little while, while John cooed soothing words intoKing's ears seemingly in an effort to get King to calm down.Eventually King's cock popped out of my ass. Huge dollops of his cumspilled out of my gaping asshole. As soon as we were free, King lumberedoff a across the room to begin licking his doggie crotch clean."You enjoyed that, eh?" John said, taking my hand in his and running itthrough the pool of cum on the floor. I didn't answer him. I felt hishardness as he pressed it up against my back, and I reached down and guidedit into my ass. It was loose at that point that his rather thick but notso long dick slid into my cum-slick fucked hole easily and with no effort.John almost tenderly caressed my back where King's claws has left largewelts.John fucked me there for several minutes, hunching into my slowly, beforeadding his dump to King's. I followed him, shooting my second load, in amatter of seconds. When he was finished with me, John unlinked the chainsand handcuffs and went to get some towels to clean up the mess. I stretchedout and stayed put, suddenly not so sure how to react to the nights events.I wasn't sure if I was angry for being so used or if it was the bestexercise of my young sexual life.When John returned, he picked up all my clothes and pulled me to my feet.He kissed me roughly once, filling my raw throat with his tongue, and ledmy to the front door. I looked at him questioningly only once before heopened the door and threw my clothes out. I knew I would be next in amoment.Instead I got a better idea. "I noticed you're really thrashing yourradiator and the finishing on the floor over there by chaining unwillingguys up all the time." John shrugged, giving me a 'so-the-fuck-what?' kindof look. "Wouldn't it just be easier to get someone to keep coming back?"I asked. |
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