Date: Mon, 11 Jul 2016 17:40:55 -0500 From: Bruce Turner Subject: A Pup's Life VII Thank you for continueing to read this story, I hope it is providfing hours of entertainment. If bestiality is illegal in your area remember I am not promoting it, this story is for fantasizing and entertainment not how to or do this. Please remember that Niifty survives on its readers contributions, if your are enjoying youirself please help us keep the site active. A Pup's Life VII George The men on the porch were getting hungry, George ordered me to take a shower and then fix the dinner he had specified earlier. Outside of the shed he had a dog washing station where I went to shower, I loved the feel of the warm water and being clean for the first time in hours. I spent more time scrubbing away the dog piss than anything else, I gave myself a quick douche to wash away some of the cum in my ass hoping that I had some deep enough in that I would be carrying my Master's cum while I cooked. Walking past the men on the porch on my hands and knees I was surprised that a couple decided they felt free to give me a few pats on the head and one or two on the butt. Dinner wasn't anything fancy, cheeseburgers, beans and potato salad. I hesitated to fulfill my Master's order but as I dished out the pre-made potato salad from the gallon carton I knew I had to do as he had instructed. It took me a few minutes to get hard and longer than normal to shoot a load of cum in the bowl. I didn't know the reason he wanted my cum in the potato salad but it wasn't my place to ask and I hadn't. Finished doctoring the potato salad I took even longer in doing as he instructed with the beans but once my piss began to flow I was able to mix it in with them easily. I set a plate of burgers on the counter, buns, and the two doctored dishes. I had placed plastic plates and tableware out earlier so it didn't take much to get prepared. I hit the horn and the men came in like a herd of hungry elephants. I watched from the kitchen as they loaded up their plates with some of everything. I wasn't allowed to eat anything except one burger without a bun. I worked at cleaning the kitchen, listening to the men make comments about the food. Someone brought some plates in and thanked me for the meal. I had the plates in the sink when my Master brought in the rest of the plates and asked if I had done as instructed. He should have known that I would do anything he ordered and rather than speak I gave him one yelp. When I was finished with the dishes I went outside and my Master ordered me to wait about two feet from the railing in the grass. The conversation between the men seemed to drop to nothing when I heard my Master ask the other if they had ever taken another man's sperm. There was a loud and general consensus that taking sperm in their mouths would be gross and none of them would ever do it. He let them go on about how that was too queer for them and when they slowed down to nothing he told them that I had cum in the potato salad. I heard a number of them gag and others yelling at my Master. One of the guys came to the railing and vomited on my head and back. My Master started yelling at him and told him that it was his duty to take me to the dog wash station and scrub the half digested food and beer off. From everything that had been said I doubted the guy would do what he was told without a fight but in moments I was following the youngest member of the group to the wash station trying not to retch from the smell of his vomit. At first I doubted he was going to touch me, he had run the hose over my body. When it was apparent he wasn't going to be able to wash it off he grabbed a rag hanging off the wall and started scrubbing me with a hard rubbing. It was not comfortable, but having a man touch me in a non-sexual manner was something that I had not had in so long that I was responding to the touch of his hand whenever the rag slipped away. He had started at my head and was most of the way down my back when I wondered what he was going to do when he saw that the vomit had slid down my crack and onto my balls. "I guess if I'm going to be washing your ass you should know my name. I am Herb. George is my uncle. I come out here every few weeks but after today I'm not sure I'll ever be back." He was doing a thorough job on my butt but was hesitant about touching my asshole with the rag. I wished I was able to help him out but I had heard my Master say that he should do all the washing and I wasn't about to be disobedient especially when I was about to have a supposedly straight guy working on my asshole and balls. He didn't have any trouble popping the butt plug from my ass. It took him some time, when he finally touched the cloth to my asshole I thought I could feel his fingers pressing a little more than necessary. I pressed back so I was more accessible, dropping my head to the ground so he could see everything he was touching. When he moved from my asshole to my balls he barely gave them a quick wash and then hosed me down again. While I was dripping dry he inspected me, checking close to see that there was nothing left that my Master was going to yell about. As he dried me off I popped a boner and he was unsure about what he was supposed to do about drying it. Reluctantly he gathered up a double fold of the towel and rubbed me dry. I am sure that was the most sexual thing he had ever actively done to another man. I wanted to hump the towel while he was drying me but I had pity on the guy and stood still while he did his duty. Before I went into the kitchen my Master had once again put the butt plug in my ass and Herb seemed to take some pleasure in drying it before he once more stuck it into me. I followed him back to the porch where the men were once again talking about how crude it had been of me to cum in the potato salad. Once Herb was on the porch and seated I heard my Master asking how the men had liked the beans. They seemed hesitant to answer but I could hear murmurs of appreciation that were silenced when he told them I had pissed in the beans. The volley of vomit from the porch was twice as horrible the second time. I don't think there could have been an inch of my head or back or ass that wasn't covered. I saw my Master push the older man and the Asian down the steps. I followed them to the wash station that still reeked from the previous time I was there. "Damn fucking bitch doesn't deserve having good straight men washing her ass." "Fuck, George. We should just leave. How could he let this bitch piss in our food?" "Hell, we all pissed in his mouth. I guess George only thought it fair that we should get back some of what we gave." "Fuck you, Lee. You and your Asian pacifism. I want to beat the shit out of this dog." "I wouldn't suggest it unless you want to fight with George. Harming his possessions isn't a way to stay friends." ""Shit, I can't call him a friend after he had this bitch pissing and cumming in our food." "Leave then. But I am sure you won't be invited back and you sure looked like you enjoyed having the bitch licking your ass and taking your piss." "Not enough to be washing her nasty ass. I'm leaving. Are you riding with me?" "No. I made this mess as much as you and I will clean him up." The older man strode across the grass stopping only to pick up his clothes and shoot the men on the porch the finger.. "Well, I guess you heard my name, Lee is good enough for a bitch boy. Let's see if we can get you cleaned up." Before he turned the hose on Lee decided that since I was already a mess that pissing on my head wouldn't hurt anything. He had a bit more luck hosing me down than Herb but he still needed to get down on his knees beside me and scrub me with a rag . He was sweet, he took care and rubbed my asshole gently and when he thought he had it clean probed me with a finger. I love finger-fucking and Lee did it well. When he moved down to wash my balls he could tell my dick was hard and even though it wasn't covered in vomit he took time to make sure it was washed and paid attention to, I thought he might suck my dick the way he played with me but finally he rubbed me dry and lead me back to the porch with my dick seeming to lead the way. When my Master saw me he started yelling at Lee. He was loud and intimidating. I finally understood that Lee had forgotten to replace the butt plug. We walked back to the wash statiion, Lee with his head down and me with mine high. I planned on making him work to get it in. A few yards from the wash station Lee stopped. I didn't know why but when he dropped down behind me I guessed that he wanted something. If he was going to fuck me I wasn't going to complain, I assumed the rules of the game were still in effect and the winners could take all they wanted and if he wanted my ass so be it. I was dry from all the washing and drying so when his dick hit my asshole it had trouble finding it's way in. I heard him spit and felt the gob of saliva being wiped on my asshole before he tried again. Normally that wouldn't have been enough but I wanted his dick and I had been fucked enough that afternoon to loosen me up. He was in and fucking hard, swearing to himself about all my Master had said. All of his gentleness was gone, he was battering my ass as hard as he could, I was enjoying every thrust. It was only a few minutes before I felt him swell and spurt. There wasn't much cum but I had taken two loads from him earlier so I didn't expect much. He ordered me to stay and went to get the butt plug. Without any lube I doubted I could take the fat knob but he jammed it into me without any trouble. It hurt so much my dick drooped. We went back to the house where my Master slowly went over ever part of me finally praising Lee for having done a good job. He let me lay down at his feet on the porch where I dozed while the men continued getting drunk. The shock from the collar and the vibration in my ass woke me. I looked around for my Master, finding him standing in front of the kennel. "Most of the dogs have had experience fucking men but I just bought this pit bull about a week ago, He hasn't been coopera-tive about giving up sperm. I thought he would be a money producer, he has a good blood line and a few show ribbons to hike up the price but my kennel boy and I have both tried jacking him off but he has refused to give it up. I hate to think I wasted a thousand dollars buying him or that I would need to buy a mechanical masturbator to suck the sperm out of him. Do you all want to see what he does with the bitch boy?" "Aren't you afraid he'll hurt the bitch? Pit Bulls are known to bite." "We have been in and out of his cage without him attacking. But I'll leave the short leash hanging just in case, I don't want to have to take the bitch to the hospital." I felt two shocks from the collar and the butt plug vibrating. I rushed as quick as I could to my Master's side. Face to face with the Pit Bull he seemed to be taking the measure of me. I don't know what he was thinking, he certainly hadn't seen other naked men on their hands and knees. He was interested in a way I wasn't able to decipher. Was I a threat, an enemy or the bitch he had been waiting for? I didn't want to crawl in the cage with him, there would be no escape if he attacked. The situation was tense, my Master was leading me back and forth in front of the cage and the Pit Bull was coming closer and closer each time I passed his cage. "Bitch, go to the shed and fetch the tube marked bitch scent." As I made my way to the shed I heard my Master tell the other men that he had purchased what was supposed to be a training aid for stud farms that week but he had never used it. He was hoping that the scent would interest the Pit Bull enough to hump me. I had never had to fetch for a master using my mouth but the idea seemed only right. I found the tube easily but getting it off the shelf and into my mouth was not as simple. The mitts on my hands made grabbing anything difficult, finally I settled on knocking it to the floor and picked it up with my mouth. I proudly made my way back to my Master presenting the tube to him. He made me hold it while he pulled the butt plug out of my ass. When he squeezed the grease on my ass all the dogs started barking and fussing in their cages. I was uncomfortable with all the noise, the scent was powerful and the dogs all wanted at me. "Lee, hold his head between your legs. The dog might hit his ass hard enough to knock him over and we want him up high enough for the dog to get at his ass." I don't think Lee really wanted to be that close to the Pit Bull but he stepped up to do what my Master told him to do. His dick had shrunk to almost nothing at the thought of the dog's mouth being that close to him. All the worries that my Master had expressed were quickly erased as jumping out of the cage I could see the pink, skin covered bone stretching out of the sheath. Like the majority of dogs he hadn't swollen at all by the time he was sniffing my butt. I wished I was one of the men watching, the dog had climbed up and grabbing me by the sides was attempting to find the hole that was going to give him the relief he needed. My Master was attempting to get under his flank to guide his dick but the dog snapped at him. He poked my balls with the bone, damn that was painful. It took at least half a dozen pokes under my asshole before he hit home and gained traction. It was grand, I could feel him begin to swell the moment his bone was lodged in me. I had no idea how much dick he might have and didn't much care. All I worried about at that moment was how would he fuck and would I be standing when he was done. My ass was tender from the action earlier that day and the heat from his dick felt like a burning poker as he began pumping. I was glad the scent my Master had smeared on my ass was mixed in a grease that made the movements less painful. The dog had found his rhythm, a fast pumping action that bumped against my prostrate every time he pushed in and rasped my ass-lips when he pulled back. I had already cum at least two times that day and maybe a third so even though I was excited I didn't get hard. I could hear my Master expressing his relief that the dog would at least fuck even if he wasn't ready to give up his sperm for him or the kennel boy. The other few men that had stayed around were laughing at me taking the dog's dick and how hard I was being fucked with a few comments about how I deserved it after what I had done to the dinners. Lee wasn't saying a word, he wasn't holding my head tight, letting my shoulders rest against his legs as I was hammered against him. I thought about freeing my head and getting his dick in my mouth but after the fuck he had given me I doubted he had any cum left for me to drain from his balls and that was the only reason I would suck him. The dog might have been a virgin. When it was time for him to turn he was clumsy and scratched my back with his claws. We remained there for at least fifteen minutes before he started pulling against me. He was frantic in wanting loose and I should have relaxed and let him pop but I was feeling ornery and I clamped down my sphincter as much as I could so he wasn't able to get away. Seeing the difficulty the dog was having my Master suggested that everyone started pissing on my ass. I had seen people use cold water to separate dogs but I had never thought about using piss and doubted it would do much good. It may not have helped the dog but it did cause me to react and when I did he pulled out of me with a pop that everyone heard. Two of the men moved slightly so they could keep pissing directly on my asshole, if there is anything I like more than dog sex it is getting piss streams hitting my asshole. I got hard immediately, it hurt from all the earlier action but stayed hard. Moments later a fine rain began falling. We went inside, everyone except Lee decided to leave shortly after they had another beer. Not much happened that evening, I can't tell you about every time my Master or Lee gave me their piss. I was ordered to get them a light meal, while I was in the kitchen preparing the meal Lee stood in the doorway to see if I did anything extra to the food. I hadn't been ordered to so I didn't. I was taken outside to relieve myself hours later. Lee slept on the couch, my Master went to his room and I lay on the big dog pad by the door shivering. Sometime during the night I crawled across the floor and got a plush throw from one of the chairs and dragging it with my mouth went back to the pad and finally fell asleep.