Date: Mon, 25 Jul 2016 21:33:08 -0500 From: Bruce Turner Subject: A Pup's Life XVII A Pup's Life XVII the visitor leaves I still had my tongue as deep in Chase's ass as it would stretch when we heard the airhorn that was used as a call for everything on the farm. With his hand on the back of my head Chase blew a fart in my mouth and after a few seconds started up the boat again. I didn't understand why we had taken the boat out on the lake for what had happpened but I had not been given permissioin to speak so I couldn't ask questions. Headed back to land I wondered if Chase thought I would complain to my Master about him farting in my mouth since he had been warned that I would refuse any contact with shit. We had pulled up at the dock where my Master stood waiting when I heard Chase order me to sit at his feet. I did as ordered not really knowing what to expect. Chase had been drinking beer on the boat so I thought he might want to piss on my butt at my Master's feet? He ordered me to open my mouth and hold my head up. I was able to catch the first few spurts of piss but he then started aiming lower so that the piss was hiting my chest and then my cock and balls. My Master had moved back to avoid the splash but it seemed that Chase intended his piss to hit my Master. "Hey, I am not included in your games." "What you are too high and mighty? Don't play games with me, I got an ad in my e-mails this morning. When I looked at the picture I thought it was bitch boy and Jimmy. I thought I would buy the video and see what they were up to. A few minutes into the video I realized it wasn't Jimmy, it is you. So if you can take dog dick I'm sure you can take my piss." My Master was forthcoming, "that was the price I had to pay for the bitch boy. That was a one time only sacrifice to get him away from Howdy and Tonto." "That is everything you are getting from appearing in that video?" "It is everything I wanted." He reached over and patted me on the head. I had known he was soft on me but it hurt to hear him speak about the sacrifice he had made to bring me here. "What is bitch boy getting for appearing in the video?" "Nothing, he was being held as a slave and Howdy and Tonto wouldn't have ever thought about giving him anything for the video." "Now, that isn't right. Bitch boy give me twenty dollars and I will be your lawyer." I understood the reason he had given me money. It hadn't been meant as an insult but as a hedge against the thought of me securing him as my lawyer. My Master had seen him give Jimmy and me the money but when I came back from the house carrying the bill in my mouth matters changed again. "I need you to give the bitch the right to sign his name. I've seen some of the letters and even though he has signed them with a paw print I can tell he is still able to write. For this he will need to once again take his proper, given name not bitch boy. "Do you remember your name?" It had only been a few months since I had used it and although I was living as a dog I was able to recall that I was once named like everyone else. "George, you are going to need to tell me as much as you know about Howdy and Tonto and anything you might know about the people running the cameras when that video was shot. I don't want to take this to court, but I think if I have enough information I can get them to give him proper royalies. After all I do that for men and women every day of the week." "There can't be enough money in this to make a difference. It is a specialty video that will only be bought by a few people." "When I bought one this morning I was listed as the ten thousandth buyers. If they are able to sell that many copies in a short time think what he should be getting since they are selling it at $125.00. They have already grossed over a million and he should be getting his share. He may not have any need for money right now, but if something happens to the farm or to you, don't you want him to be taken care of properly. "You don't intend to leave him the kennel if you accidentally die, do you? You have a family that would fight him on that. Anyway I imagine you think Jimmy should get his own playground don't you?" "Let's go in the house, bitch boy has four dogs to service." "Maybe just the porch so we can enjoy the show." I was tied to the third dog that afternoon when my Master and Chase left in his truck. Donny tried to get me to tell him what was going on but I was not anywhere I could speak. When they returned my Master was smiling broadly. While the others ate dinner they spoke so I could hear about how Chase had handled the two men and that that they had retrieved my wallet and harness. Using my ATM card they had made a substantial deposit in my bank and had guaranteed that I would be getting a quarterly check as long as the video was for sale or being used on a beast site. I hadn't realized that I had any worries in my life but as I listened I was glad to hear that I had been taken care of in case of any emergency. That night Chase once again took me to his room. The other Pit Bull was with us, he had also been muzzled, I had an idea of what Chase intended and was willing to do exactly as he wanted. I hadn't been involved in douching the dog so I wasn't sure of how clean he might be other than to learn that Donny had taken care of the dog's hygene. I was on my hands and knees in the area to the left of the bed that was large enough for a playroom. I had been watching Chase move around adjusting things he felt weren't right for whatever he intended. Finished with the details he ordered me to take the duffel bag to him. I was able to drag it across the room with my mouth. When I reached his feet I dropped it. "Do you think I'm going to bend over for you, bitch boy?" I wasn't sure I would be able to get the duffle bag high enough that I could put it on his lap but I did what I could, raising it enough that he was satisfied and took the handle that had been in my mouth to put it on his lap. He pulled out a paddle that looked like the one my Master had used on me except there were holes in it. I didn't know what I had done to deserve a paddling but I stood on my hands and knees waiting for him to get himself prepared. But I had been mistaken. I wasn't the one to get the paddle taken to my butt, he had lay his chest on the bed and ordered me to give him six hard swats with the paddle. I had never hit another man in my life, twice in school I had allowed a classmate beat me up rather than hit back. I didn't know if I could do what he wanted. I picked up the paddle only to immediately drop it. "Bitch boy you are supposed to follow my orders. Hit me." Again I picked up the paddle. I closed my eyes and swung it at his ass, it was too soft of a hit for him. That isn't a hard swat, start again. What are you? A wimpy faggot?" I don't know how long it had been since I had heard anyone call me a faggot. I wound up and hit him as hard as I thought I could. Again he called me a faggot, too wimpy to be a man, too weak to be a dog. The sound the second time I tried was satisfying. I can't tell you how good it sounded, CT. I was striking back at all the people that had ever called me names or laughed at me for being gay. He counted that as number one and I moved closer to him and the next two times I hit him he could barely get a count out of his mouth. When I looked at his ass he was already red and I knew I was going to leave him bruised if I continued hitting him that hard. I wanted to let up and hit him softer but Chase started berating me again and I hit him with every bit of power I could gather. And again. He had screamed out the five. For some reason it thrilled me to hear him scream and I swung for the last swat being sure I had nothing left in me. "Get that dog on my ass." If last night had been the first time a dog had fucked him since he was a senior in High School he was going to make up for lost time. He hadn't ordered me too but I spread his cheeks and wet his asshole with my tongue. Before going down on the dog and getting his bone out. He had been huddled in the corner trying to avoid the screaming and hitting. Chase's ass was turning purple by the time the Pit Bull climbed up and grabbed at his sides. He had started to get in the ass when I decided he was going to need some lube to get his knot in the man and reached under to spread it on his dick and knot. Chase was crying from the pain but he had ordered me to do this and I wouldn't stop unless he ordered me to. The dog was fucking him like a real bitch and I could see that he was soon to ram that knot into the man's ass. He cried out for me to give him my dick. I had gotten hard playing with the dog and sticking my erectiion in Chase's mouth sounded like a great idea. He had never seemed interested in sucking dick but his mouth clamped down tight and he sucked like the cum in my balls was going to save his life. I had been drained twice that afternoon while being mounted be four dogs, Donny had been given premission to suck me and the second time all it had taken was the dog fucking me to work his knot through my asshole repeatedly.. The Pit Bull succeeded in knotting the man and when ready had turned with no trouble. Chase wouldn't stop sucking me. That was alright, I was still hard and slowly building up a load of cum. The dog pulled away hard and I heard the pop of the knot being released differently than I heard it when it was from my own ass. Chase released my dick, I ws momentarily disappointed. After a quick breath he ordered me to fuck him. Sticking my hard dick in the dog cum was a new experience but fucking was old hat and I was soon hammering at the man that had ordered me to do it. I probably wasn't the best fucker ever, but I enjoyed the ass and I hoped Chase enjoyed it. He must have felt me shooting in his ass. I was finished and ready to pull away when he ordered me to eat his ass. He was calling me all kind of names, dog sucker, cum drinker, fudge packer, piss drinker cock sucker and it spurned me on to work his ass hard, I tried pushing my tongue in further than I had ever managed. I was probably eating him for ten minutes when he ordered me to suck his dick. It wasn't much of a blow job. I had gotten under him to suck his dick. He slid back from the bed so I was able to capture his erection. I had maybe gone the full length of his dick three times when he unloaded a huge load of cum in my mouth. He had always tasted sweet to me and this time there was no difference. "God, let go." I hadn't been willing to give his dick up even after he had finished cumming but finally he had had enough. "Go help that dog clean his dick and then get up here." With the muzzle the dog hadn't been able to do much about cleaning his dick so I took my time. When I finally climbed on the bed Chase was waving me to his face, wanting me to sit on his mouth. I thought he had to be exhausted from all the activity but he worked at my ass like he always had. I had been sated but the feeling he was giving me was wonderful and I knew I could sit there for hours if he wanted. Later I was allowed to lick his arm pits again. He had enjoyed it the night before so when he had cleaned up for the day he had avoided deodorant. He tasted much better. The honest sweat of a hot man has no equal, why men use antipersperants and deodorants is beyond me. I fell asleep with my face in his armpit. Sometime in the middle of the night he told me to take the dog out to his cage. When I returned he used my mouth for a urinal. I wasn't surprised by that but when he finished he picked up the dufllebag and said he would see me in five or six months. I didn't want my Master to think I was taking advantage of having the guest select me so I crawled out to my pad by the front door and went back to sleep.