Date: Fri, 21 Feb 2014 08:19:58 -0800 (PST) From: Mikhail Conrad Subject: Bred Big part 4 This is a story about sex between adult men and male dogs. If that offends you then you know where the back button is. You must be 18+ to read this, if not go back now. Archive;'Bred Big #4'{Mikhail Conrad}( MM~Mdog anal best relu )[4!?] To all readers: Yes, it is ok to contact me. Yes, I will take suggestions. No, the story is not true (I wish). Thanks, for all the nice comments. Part 4 We both stepped behind the bar and did the mirror image side step dance, getting in the way of each other. We laughed feeling easy with the humor of the situation after my recent turmoil. I wondered what Chad was up to with his vow to make it all better for me. I wasn't stupid. I knew it had to have something to do with the dogs, but he seemed to have a plan in his head that involved more than just a canine mounting. Whatever it was, I was determined to go along if it involved playing with him. I stunned myself when the idea of what he would look like getting bred by Volken crossed my mind. The thought made my dick inflate a bit. "I'll pour," he said to me with that grin that had me every time, "What'll you have?" "Bourbon rocks, and make it a double," I answered exiting the small space behind the oak bar counter. "A man after my own heart, two double Jim Beam rocks coming up." As Chad got glasses, ice, and bourbon, I went over to the couch and picked up my red jockstrap stepping into it. I could see the blond man freeze and stare at me pulling the strap up. He shook his head like he was trying to clear his vision and let out a whistle. "That is fuckin' hot as hell man," He said ogling me, "Did Keith tell you..., never mind. I have a thing for men in jockstraps. You just keep getting better and better." "I've got that same fetish dude," I told him while he finished pouring, "You know Keith set us up, don't you?" "Yeah, I figured. A life time of slavery to him wouldn't be enough to pay him back as far as I'm concerned," Chad stated coming around the bar, drinks in hand. "Don't tell him that," I chuckled taking the proffered glass, "I'm indebted enough to him for the both of us." "Seems like it's that way for most of his friends. He likes making other people happy. He's a noble and generous kinda guy," Chad said, "Here's to Keith." We clinked glasses and toasted my best pal. I finished my swallow of bourbon and felt the blond stud reach around to me and snap the leg strap on my ass. His hand stayed on my butt kneading it as he kissed my neck. "Hey," I interrupted his advances, "I thought we were going outside and you had something BIG to tell me." "Oh yeah," he said stepping back, "The sight of you in that jock totally distracted me man." "I'm not gonna apologize for that," I laughed reaching over the back of the couch to get my athletic shorts. I stepped into them and settled the waist band around my hips making sure to leave enough of the jockstrap showing for Chad's viewing pleasure. He watched me the whole time with a look of lust and admiration. I still was amazed that this sexy hairy beefcake guy was so infatuated with me. "Come on," I said to him, "I'm dying to hear whatever scheme you've got going on in that Norse godlike head of yours." I took his free hand and headed to the door to the back landing. I dropped his hand to open the door, flipped on two switches first, and exited into the sultry heat of a very late Georgia afternoon. Being early summer, it was still light outside. The sun was well below the tree line and long dark shadows ran across the ground. I stood on a granite stone paved landing. The granite steps in front of me against a block retaining wall made from the same stone led to the basement patio, below me to the left. A strip of grass with a paved walkway across it divided the patio from the back driveway. A commercial van with a cartoon pet group on the side was parked there. Past the drive I saw the dogs running and playing around the lush orchard trees. There seemed to be more than five of them out there. The Borzois were dashing around so fast I couldn't count them and they were several hundred yards away. I turned to the right and entered the veranda. The roof was supported by square stone block pillars of the ever prevalent granite. The floor was paved with the same material. Inside white washed wood beams ran across the open ceiling with four ceiling fans suspended from the roof so that the blades were below the beams. Between the beams and the roof, Keith had hung strands of white twinkle lights, dozens of them. It was these and the fans I had turned on as I left the house. A wrought iron railing enclosed the space matching the wrought iron furniture strategically spaced around the outdoor living area. A fireplace stood against the outer wall of the house back to back with the one in the den. The iron railing had an opening directly opposite the fireplace that entered a granite portico covered in full fruiting grape vines. I could see an expanse of white and blue past the covered walkway that had to be the new pool area Keith had told me about. A structure rose up on the other side of it that had to be a pool house. I was interrupted from taking in these sights by a pair of golden dusted arms reaching around me massaging my chest. "It's incredible. Isn't it?" Chad whispered in my ear as he nibbled on it. "I've always thought so. You know I spent a lot of time up here with Keith when we were in school together. His folks always treated me like one of the family. I had some great times here." "I'm glad to hear it," he said softly putting his chin on my shoulder, "Maybe that means you'll spend more time here from now on. Keith told me he tried to get you to move in, but you had your heart set on the beach." "It was always my dream ever since I was a kid," I explained, "I became totally enamored with the nighttime ocean on our family vacations to the coast. I had my first sexual experience with a man there one night." "It must have been a good one." "It was," I reminisced, "He was way old to me, 21 or so, a college spring breaker, I was just 14. He spread a quilt out below the sea oat dunes and took me to heaven underneath the starry sky with the breakers and cool ocean breeze a constant background to our passionate moans. I never even knew his name." "That is so cool Mark," Chad whispered, "You have a really special way that takes me with you when you talk about things. Thanks for sharing it with me." The sincerity and understanding in his voice sent a shiver up my spine and I turned in his arms to kiss him for it. We were instantly in another full on masculine duel of tongues, teeth, and mouth. I felt both of our cocks mound up hard in our jocks as we ground out our passion between us. It went on for several minutes with the two of us testing our strength against each other in a testosterone driven lust that only men together can attain. "Holy fuckin' wow!" the horny blond hunk exclaimed as we separated coming up for air, "We better cool it for a bit or we're bound to end up fucking right here on the deck." "Okay stud, I agree. And anyway before you get started with whatever it is you have to tell me, I need to edumacate you." I said with a smile. "Oh?" he asked with a puzzled frown, "How's that?" I picked up my drink from the wrought iron table we had both somehow set them on and explained, "In the south, which is where we are, as I'm sure you know..." "I was born and raised all within 15 miles of right here," he interrupted. "Then you should already know that this isn't a deck, it's a VERANDA." "O, M, G, Mark," Chad spelled, breaking out laughing. "What?" I asked suddenly confused. "Keith did manage to put some pretentious fag in you didn't he?" I started to get pissed, but the total humor in his crystal blue eyes coupled with the sexiness of his glinting hairy chest as he laughed dissolved my ire and I found myself starting to laugh along with him. "Yeah, I guess he did," I snorted amid my laughter, "Now sit your sexy jock ass down and tell me just exactly what you've got up your sleeve for tonight, or does it need to be a surprise? If it does, I'll trust you." "No," he said pulling out chairs for both of us at the table, "You don't need any more physical surprises today. But I do want you to trust me in this. We've all been through it in some way, so we know how you feel." "We?" I asked as the both of us sat down to talk and finish our cocktails. "Yeah man, we; me, Justin, and Emery. They're two of my closest friends. I mentioned them to you last night. They help me and Keith out with the shows and dog studding." "I remember," I replied, "Go on." "They are both hot sexy guys and into K-9 too," Chad continued, "You're gonna like them. I called them to come over and they're in the basement right now. They came in our shop van just a while ago when I was downstairs filling the feeder for the dogs." "You're telling me that you invited some friends over to watch me get dog fucked?" I asked, looking him straight in the eye with a hurt stunned expression. "Oh no man!" he responded quickly, reaching out to take my hand, "I invited them over so you could watch US get dog fucked! I would never do anything to put you on the spot like that Mark. I would slit my own throat before I would ever set you or anyone else up like that." The hurt went away, but the stunned increased. This guy had totally blown my mind for the umpteenth time in one day. I was intrigued, yes, but I was also suddenly as nervous as a seal in shark infested waters. I squirmed in my chair, not knowing quite how to respond. I had had some vague idea that Chad was going to clue me in on dog sex, but the farthest my mind had envisioned it was on the order of him carefully leading me through it in private. The idea of an instructional group of bestiality boys was so far from anything I had considered that it left me flat stupefied. "I can call the whole thing off," He said, "Just give me the word and I will." "No, I said that I would trust you and I will," I said drawing on all my adventurous nature to buck me up, "If you think this will help, then let's do it." "It's a no pressure situation for you Mark. If you feel like walking out or telling us to leave at any time, you do it. You get to call the shots on this one man. Just remember these guys are here to help you at my request. If you let us, we can show you how to enjoy this part of you that has you so confused and nervous. You'll love it. I know you will man. I saw it when you were writhing your amazing ass on Volken's knot and blasting that sweet load down my throat." I picked up my glass and downed the remaining shot of bourbon in one gulp for some liquid courage. "Let's do it," I said standing up, "But I'm definitely going to participate." "That's up to you handsome. Remember, no pressure," Chad reiterated, "This is all about fun and having a hot feel-good time. But wait a sec, let me let the guys know it's a go. You go upstairs and get some comfortable shoes on. I'll meet you at the bottom of the basement stairs. This is gonna blow your mind stud." I went to go follow Chad's instructions and walked to the back door. As I reached out to open the door, he called out to me. I turned back to look at him. "Hey Mark, check it out," He turned his back to me dropping his mesh shorts. He spread his legs, bent over the back of one of the chairs, reached back and snapped his straps at me. His luscious furry crack had a round red disk lodged tightly up against the place where I knew his hole was. The straps of his jock framed an ass that was tight and muscle hard. The golden silk hairs on his legs, thighs, and ass glistened in the fading light of dusk. The sight of it made my cock bone up in my jock pouch so fast it ached. I forgot how to blink. "Just a preview for you buddy. Get ready to have a fuckin' great time. Hurry up and go get some shoes, I'll be waiting on you." I ran to go do so, barely managing to shut the door behind me in my haste. This guy had me hooked. I suddenly couldn't wait to find out what the evening had in store for me. Chad yanked his shorts back up as Mark skedaddled into the house. He took his cell out of his pocket and activated it. He opened his text feature and added to the last one, which had come from Justin. `We're ready guys. I'm calling the dogs.' He pressed send. The blond jock took the outside stairs two at a time. When he got to the bottom, he put two fingers in the sides of his mouth and let out a piercing whistle. Off in the distance he could see the dogs running toward the house in the fading light of the rapidly oncoming sunset. He sauntered over to the basement door just as Emery opened it. The little muscle jock's 10" cock jutted out lewdly as he looked at the buff blond. "Jeez Chad, it seems like we've been in here edging for hours. My nuts are gonna burst if I don't get some real action," he complained. "It's only been about forty minutes Em," was all he managed to get out as eight very big dogs arrived and swept the two of them into the basement room. Justin was lounged out to his right on a bean bag drinking a beer. Boris, the largest of Keith's Borzois, and Wiley, Justin's own Leonberger, had pranced right over to the big tall jockstrapped man. He tossed back the rest of the beer, crushed the can in his big studly hand and tossed it into the trash bin that Chad saw had been set out by one of the support posts. The big stud then took a dog on each side in each arm and began to rapidly stroke their chests as they licked all over his face. He opened his mouth and let the dogs lick him there too. Yann and Ivan, the other two wolfhounds, along with Volken, had clustered around Emery giving his big hard rod and balls a tongue bath that had the gymnast staggering and moaning in lust. "Lick my big fucking cock," he groaned out loudly, "Oh fuck yeah, tongue my nuts." The other three dogs had gone directly to the water trough and were lapping it up greedily. Chad shut the open French door and reached over to slide open the panel on the dog door to the right of him so the dogs could come and go and take care of their business as needed through the night. The room was darkening rapidly so he clicked on the overhead lights at the switch by the door and slid the dial on it down to where there was enough light to see by, but dim enough to keep it erotic and lascivious. He walked over to the bathing station counter and dropped his shorts adding them to the clothes that Emery and Justin had laid there. He reached back and grabbed the base of the butt plug in his ass and eased the tool back out. As the fat mushroom head drug back across his prostate knob, he felt his own jock pouched prick swell to fully hard. With a splosh sound the toy came loose from his now ready hole. He tossed it in the sink. He walked over to behind Emery, pressing his hard rod in the guys back as he rubbed his shoulders, steadying him from the intense tonguing he was getting and said quietly in his ear. "I need Volken, buddy. I think Mark needs to see me with him for best effect." "Sure Chad, take him," he said pressing back into the hard-on he felt grinding his lower back, right above his ass, "There's plenty of hot dog cock for everybody tonight." "Come on Volken," Mark said to the big rottie as he sauntered over to the door to the upstairs part of the house. Glancing over toward Justin, Chad saw that the big guy had rolled off the bean bag onto one of the gym mats. He was on his back going back and forth licking the protruding wet red dog cocks that had just begun to slide out of their sheaths on Boris and Wiley. The two dogs stood at either side of him and each one had his snout in a side of the tented up black jock pouch licking Justin's throbbing mesh bound fat eight inches. He could see that the big guy had one hand back behind his ass reaching to extract his own butt plug in prep for what was coming. Things were coming along nicely he thought just as Volken shoved his nose up his crack and gave a long swipe of his tongue from balls to the hole Chad was planning on letting him plow open shortly. Chad sighed in lust, spread his manly legs apart and leaned forward putting his palms against the wall right by the door he knew Mark would enter from any time now. The Rottweiler went to work on his ass, the rough wet tongue working its way up in his plug loosened hole. "Oh yeah," he moaned out, "Eat my ass Volken, get it ready to breed boy." He looked over his shoulder to see that Tokki, his Bullmastiff was now over Justin's face getting his slab sucked wantonly by the big man. He could hear Em bawdily urging on his own furry paramours. He turned to look over his other shoulder at the small stud and then he saw the black ass stretcher that he had rammed up that rock hard tight hole lying on the floor. The hard bodied gymnast had been joined by the other two dogs, Flint, the curly haired man-boy's own Anatolian Shepherd, and Keith's giant Newfie, Decker. He was getting licked on both sides now loudly encouraging the canines to do their best. Chad felt dog drool run down his thighs as Volken continued to prep his hole for fucking. He shut his eyes, arched his back, stretched his head back facing the ceiling and just gave in to the extreme ecstasy of the rim job that had his hard cock throbbing in his jock. I bounded up the stairs to my bedroom. I hastily snatched a pair of footie socks from my big suitcase and tossed an oversized duffle bag on the bed. I unzipped the side compartment where I had packed my extra shoes and dug out a pair of black Asics with dark red piping, a recent purchase to replace my old workout shoes. Sitting on the bed, shaking in nervous anticipation of the upcoming erotic exploit, I jerked on the socks and crammed my feet in the sneakers. I tied the laces snugly and stood to go back to the basement. The image of Chad's fuzzy athletic ass framed by his taut jockstrap with an apparent sex toy wedged in his fuckhole gave me an idea. I unzipped the other side of the duffle and found my own butt plug. It was the usual rounded cone-like shape, six inches tall broadening to an eight inch circumference at its widest. It was crafted out of a real flesh feel material and went in more easily than you would think from looking at it. The anal tool was very pliant and instantly sprang back to its original form after compressing through an anal ring. I got a bottle of lube from the duffle, slid my shorts down to my knees and slicked up my hole. I grabbed the plug by its base and pushed it up my chute. It settled in nicely. Volken's knot had obviously left a nesting place inside my ass. The rubbery feelings across my knob made my hard jocked cock pulse in its pouch. I drew my shorts back up, once again making sure to leave enough of the red supporter's waist band showing for Chad's enjoyment. I decided to take a quick stop in the bathroom. I washed my hands to get off the excess lube, brushed my teeth hurriedly, swished some mouthwash, and was ready to go. I rapidly made my way downstairs. I saw the bourbon that was still on the bar, so I grabbed it and tossed down a shot straight from the bottle. I proceeded down the stairs to the basement. The door at the bottom was shut. I could hear someone begging for his ass to get tongue fucked quite loudly in a higher register of voice than Chad's. I caught the distinct sound of slurping and lapping that seemed to be closer than the lustful strident voice that called out for his big cock to be licked now. I braced myself and opened the door. The scene I stepped into was visually overwhelming. The basement room was huge, thirty feet wide and seventy feet long, I entered it in the middle of the back wall. Steel support posts spaced evenly in two rows down the length of the area held up the nine foot high ceiling that featured recessed lighting dimmed to a faint glow. The right side of the room was paved in dark slate, while the left was carpeted in black artificial turf that I knew had a two inch thick waterproof pad underneath it. In the dim lighting I could see three groups that made me widen my eyes and sent a jolt of carnality rushing through my body. Just to my right, Chad stood with his legs spread wide, back arched, head thrown back, bent forward, with his hands flat on the gray plastered wall. Volken stood behind him with his nose buried in the blond stud's hairy jockstrapped ass. The big Rottweiler licked, slobbered, and slurped his big long wet tongue all up and down the man's crack, making him moan deeply every time he crossed his sensitive hole. In front of me to my right, in the middle of the room, a group of four dogs were all over a curly haired boy that had the most incredible build. I noticed Decker, Yann, and Ivan, but the other dog that stood even taller than the big Newfoundland was new to me. This was where the loud, lewd, sex urgings were coming from. I saw that Decker had his muzzle jammed in the muscle boy's ass lifting him up off the floor rooting for his pucker. The kid was holding onto one of the posts with his right hand to steady himself. His left hand was twisting his left nipple viciously, all the time vocalizing his sexual hunger. To my left was another group. This one consisted of three dogs and a big buff man. He was splayed out on his back on a blue gym mat with two of the dogs on either side of him pushing their snouts into either side of a vertically tented black jock pouch tongue stroking his hard jerking jock bound cock. The closest of the dogs was Boris. The one on the other side was a massive fluffy beast that was a stranger to me also. I couldn't see this guy's face because a big buff-tan Bullmastiff that must have belonged to Chad was straddling his head. Judging from the human gurgling noises, the dog's humping hips, and the slight up and down motion of the man's broad shoulders and well-built upper chest, he was sucking the dog's cock with fervor. "Hi, good-looking," Chad said standing up to turn to me. He took Volken by the collar, controlling the big dog as he continued to try to get to his butt. "Sit Volken!" he commanded, and the rottie sat down. Looking down, I could see at least seven fat inches of pre-cum spritzing, dark red, veiny dog cock protruding from Volken's sheath. `Damn!' I thought, `That was entrenched up my ass just a while ago.' Fascinated, I knelt down and reached out to feel the slab of meat that had violated me. Volken ran his tongue over my face. His cock was soft and hard at the same time. It was wet, slick, and pulsing. It doused my hand with a spray of juice and I brought it to my mouth licking the watery ooze off my fingers as I stood to face Chad. He started to say something and I pushed my fingers in his mouth. His lucent blue eyes widened in surprise, but he sucked them clean, moved to my thumb and palm, licking and sucking all the tangy dog drip he could find. "You are so fuckin' hot," he whispered clutching my neck with his free hand and yanking me to him. I found myself once again in mouth-tongue locked onslaught of lust. We ground our already rigid shafts into each other with Volken snuffling and butting trying to get into the mix. We came apart smiling lewdly at each other. I clenched the silky golden chest hair on his pecs savagely with each hand. His burnished nipples were erect and I let go and tweaked them simultaneously. Chad growled erotically and grasped my hard crotch mound. "Someone misinformed me," he said with that stunning sexy grin, "I thought you were all about plain old vanilla sex." "I was," I replied meeting his eyes intensely, "But this is supposed to be about expanding my outlook, right? I've read stuff. Keith doesn't know everything about me. I said I'd go for it and I am. I trust you Chad." "I can't believe this," he said keeping me enthralled with his gaze, "It's like someone crawled into my deepest, most secret fantasies and created you out of them." "Yeah, I know exactly what you mean." His grin broadened into a smile of gratification at my response. He let go of my throbbing package and I released his hard nubs. "Come on," he said nodding toward the still loudly vocal kid in the dog lick-fest, "I want you to meet all the guys, two and four legged." He drew me after him, still holding onto Volken's collar, toward the young verbalizing stud muffin. "Hey Justin!" Chad called, "Get your studly dog cock sucking face over here and meet Mark. Emery! Shut your pretty trash talking mouth and say hello to a new friend." I noticed that my blond companion delivered a compliment with his jibe. The little guy we walked up to opened his eyes at the interruption. His rampant jutting cock was huge. It looked libidinously carnal as a glop of pre-cum exuded from the plum-sized head to be quickly lapped up by Yann. He tried to push the dogs away but had two hands too few. He turned his head to glance at us, went back to deterring the dogs trying to lick him down to his bones, and suddenly snapped his head back around to stare at me. "Holy fuckin' shit!" he exclaimed, "Adonis is alive and well on planet Earth!" I blushed from head to toe as the muscular little guy stared at me mouth agape. Chad turned to look at me, noticing me staring back at the hefty bobbing prick and I blushed even brighter. My blond friend suddenly burst out laughing. "Cool it Em," he chortled, "We're here to make Mark feel at ease, not embarrass him." "He started it," the short beefcake boy retorted. "What did I do?" I asked him getting my embarrassment under control. "Got born the most beautiful fuckin' piece of man flesh I've ever seen," Emery declared using his legs to shove aside the two dogs between us, and kicking a hefty triple tiered black butt plug over into the bath station. The small guy stepped right in front of me and looked up at me. The top of his head was level with my nose. I looked down at him and smiled. "Thank you Emery, though I know you're exaggerating," I said extending my hand to shake, "I'm Mark." He completely disregarded my outstretched hand and wrapped his arms around my waist, giving me a strong hug. I was fully aware of his outsized dick that was long enough to press erotically across my own pulsing jocked pecker. He felt it too and grinned mischievously at me with his pixyish cute features. I felt like I was in the arms of a real living Puck from Shakespeare's `A Midsummer Night's Dream.' "No I'm not," he said looking up at me, "You're magnificent. Isn't he Justin?" I felt a big hand on my shoulder and spun around in the muscle bulging arms of my short admirer to encounter a tall gym sculpted man that stood over me almost as much as I stood over Emery. He had a friendly open countenance, military close cropped hair, soulful brown eyes, and a fully packed and distended black Bike jockstrap. "I'm Justin,' he said in a deep bass voice. He took my hand and shook it firmly, "Nice to meet you Mark." Emery snuggled up to me, running his hands across my smooth abs and his rigid man lance prodded my crack through my shorts. It nudged me right in the base of my butt plug and he felt the firm obstruction on his cock head. "Fuckin' A! Mark," He blurted out, "You're right with the program. Aren't you?" I spun back around to him and bent over to whisper in his ear, "Hey man, let's keep that our own little secret for now. Okay?" "Okay," he whispered back, "But it didn't feel so little to me." "It's nothing compared to what you're packing," I said softly, looking at the monster meat protruding from the hard bodied shorter guy, "Now that's what I'd call magnificent." "You like it?" he said thrusting his harrow hips at me, poking it right up to my right hand, "Go ahead, you can touch it and whatever else you feel like. Everyone else here has, including the dogs." "What are you two whispering about?" Chad suddenly asked. The noise from the eight dogs had covered our brief quiet conversation. The pack was prancing around snorting, getting in the occasional lick, butting all of us in our crotches, asses, legs, and hips. Every one of the canines was showing a protruding red to pink cock from their sheaths. "Nothing Chad," Emery covered for me, "Just getting to know our new friend. I can see why you like him so much," And he winked at me. As I turned back to take up my cut short meeting with Justin, Chad let loose with a loud whistle. All the dogs froze and looked at him. Emery, Justin, and I did too. "Water!" he said to the dogs pointing across to the feeding area, "Kennel!" The whole lot of them walked slowly over to the walled off area, several of them taking reluctant back glances at Chad. Most of them started to lap up water from the trough, but Volken and the big tall fawn and white colored dog that had been dick licking Emery lay down at the edge of the feeding station and stared at us, licking their own extruding cocks from time to time. "Real fast now Mark," Chad hastened, "That big attractive white and beige Anatolian Shephard lying by Volken is Flint, Emery's companion. The brown and gold Leonberger Pushing in between Boris and Decker is Wiley. He belongs to Justin, or Justin belongs to him. I haven't decided which one is more appropriate. You can just see Tokki's back on the other side of Decker, he's mine. You know the others already. You'll get to know the other three better as the night goes on. Any questions?" I shook my head in a negative, making note of the three new dogs. "Okay guys," Chad said to us, "Let's have some fun." "I'm ready. Fuck yeah! Go for it," We all three blurted out at once. Chad laughed at us and we joined in. We all felt at ease now and were ready for a good time. I was quivering with antici...pation as Dr. Frankenfurter would say. I was horny, anxious, and nervous, but everything seemed so right and natural with these three hunks that it carried over to me. The smell of male sex permeated the room, dog and human. I was in the midst of so many canine dicks that the recent memory of how outstanding of a fucking I had gotten from Volken's made me want to get it again. I wanted it bad, Chad had enlightened me enough that I could deal with it, knowing that I was surrounded by a group of guys that felt the same way and carried no shame or remorse for it. "Okay Mark," the beefy blond said to me, "Here's what I want to do. I'm gonna let Volken fucking breed me. Justin and Emery are gonna help. We're gonna show you how to take a dog cock and not go through the fumbling pain you had when it started. It hurts, yeah, but if you do it right it's a good hurt, not the bruising bone stabbing you got at first. It's easier with a bud to help you out, but once you know how to start the fuck, it's simple enough to do on your own. You down with it?" "I so am," I told him, "I've already had thoughts about how nut churning hot it would be to see you getting your ass slam fucked by his cock like I did." "Oh man, you're gonna love seeing it," Justin said passionately in his deep sexy tone, "That dog squirts so much cum when he breeds that you think it's gonna run out your ears. When he releases his bitch it just gushes out." "I know," I said reaching over and rolling the big man's large right nipple between my thumb and forefinger. "Yeah, I guess you do," he said thrusting his chest out for the provocative tweaking. Chad was giving me that intensely sexy grin of his. "Em, get a syringe of lube and some towels," the hairy blond said, "Justin, get the poppers and jerseys. Mark if you would get me one of those short stools, I'd appreciate it." The three of us split away from him to our assigned chores while he took one of the blue gym mats lying around the room and positioned it between the posts so that there would be room for everyone without any of the posts or other furniture being in the way. I came back to the soon to be fucked hunk with the stool. He patted the mat motioning for me to sit down by him. A thought suddenly crossed my mind. There were these mats. And there were the stools, bench, and ottomans, and the bean bags, and the cushions. I saw Justin get four bottles of poppers and a stack of what I assumed were the requested jerseys from the big cabinet against the wall on this side of the room. I could see Emery filling a foot long syringe from a plastic bucket on the bathing station counter. They had all the implements for a full blown dog orgy at hand. And it was Keith's home. I don't know why I hadn't seen it before, but I wasn't the kind of person to be suspicious of or nose about in other people's private business, but all of a sudden I knew. I knew Keith was in on it somehow. He knew all about the bestiality these guys engaged in and he obviously approved. They all were so relaxed and at ease here that I knew it had to be a frequent if not commonly constant event. The dogs were obviously trained to participate. This was so crystal clear to me that I felt a bit naïve for not having seen it sooner. Keith wasn't going to have any problem with me about what happened or about what I planned on happening tonight. I was totally relieved, knowing I could immerse myself in hard, wet, ass stretching, cum squirting dog sex and my best friend would still be my best friend. Justin and Emery joined us on the mat with poppers, jerseys, lube, and a stack of black towels. "Volken," Chad called, "Come here boy." The Rottweiler got up and headed our way briskly, his docked tail stump wagging back and forth. The other dogs all looked our way expectantly, but since none of them had been called, they went back to their cock licking on themselves or a close lying friend. "They like a little foreplay," Chad said to me rubbing Volken's chest and belly, "It gets them excited and horned up. Just do what you would normally do when you play with a dog, but add in some ball sack teasing and sheath stroking." Chad proceeded to do just that. He stroke the rottie all over, he caressed his nuts, he ran his hand back and forth over the hairy sheath with its protruding red cock and even wrestled with the big dog. Volken's rod began to emerge even more and several times he attempted to mount Chad from his sides. "Volken's a horny fucker," Chad went on explaining to me, "They all have their own personalities. My dog, that big blocky Bullmastiff licking his pud, likes some mouth action before he fucks. You saw Justin blowing him when you came in. They all have quirks just like we have our jockstrap fetish. I like the way your strap rides up over your waistband by the way, that's fuckin' hot." "It sure as hell is," Justin added. "You guys and your jockstraps," Emery laughed, "Mark, they wear the jocks so that when they cum it catches their jizz and the dogs don't get it all. You watch, at the end of the night the two of them will be trading straps and sucking the crusty and gooey remains out of the pouches." "No fuckin' shit?" I burst out enthusiastically, "I wanna be in on that!" "I'll trade with you stud," Justin said looking at me lustily. "It'll have to be a three way pass around," Chad said chuckling as he continued to push Volken around and getting pushed back by the bulky dog, "You're in the minority here it looks like Em, but don't worry we'll make sure your ass gets wrecked enough to make you scream and walk funny tomorrow. But I get Mark's strap. I'm the one that found him, fairs fair. Okay, he's ready. The reason I know that Mark, is because his rod is starting to spurt pre-cum almost constantly. Lube me up Em." Chad snagged one of the shirts and slipped it on. It was a heavy cotton rugby jersey that hung down below his strapped ass cheeks. The sleeves were cut out. It couldn't be for anything other than to keep the dog's claws from scratching him up, and the jerseys were stored in Keith's cabinet, another affirmation of my suspicions. Justin handed him a bottle of poppers and the blond hunk rested his chest on the one foot high vinyl padded stool, presenting his ass to Emery while Justin held Volken, stroking his sheath lightly. The dog was lunging to get at the exposed hairy butt. I knew how he felt. But I had a for sure feeling that I would get it in due time. The little muscle hunk went to put the end of the syringe to Chad's ass and I caught his hand. "Just a sec," I said, as they all looked at me in puzzlement. I knee walked up to Chad's backside and stuck my face in his furry crack, spreading it wide open with a hand on each hard cheek. I ran the bottom of my tongue down until I was past his perineum. I stuck my tongue out as far as it would go, passing the juncture of his ass straps with the mesh pouch, I ran the tip of my tongue in the pouch and around the back of his nut sack. I tasted leather and felt around with my tongue tip coming to the conclusion the guy had on a cockring. I kept my tongue all the way out and slathered it back up to the winking hole that was my target. I pressed as hard as I could with it against the ring and managed to get it far enough in to taste Chad's essence. I tongue fucked the now clenching anal bud a dozen times or so and withdrew. As I leaned up still on my knees I snagged both of the white ass straps and pulled them back, letting them go with a sharp snap that I knew gave Chad's butt a provocative sting. "Go ahead Em," I said to the wide eyed kid as the man moaned on the stool, "I owed him that and more." "Mark, that was super fuckin' hot," the guy said to me as he injected Chad's twitching ass with the lube, "Whadda I have to do to get you to owe me man?" "Sign me up too," Justin added, now stroking his bulging pouch as he held Volken. "Here Volken," Chad called looking back over his shoulder and winking at me, "Come get some manhole." Justin let go of Volken and the big dog pounced on Chad, mounting his ass and wrapping his forelegs around the jock's chest. I saw the jock unscrew a bottle of poppers and start taking deep hits in each nostril. He recapped the bottle setting it down and hung his head down as the chemical rush took him. "You have to hold your ass up high enough so that the dog's bone doesn't jamb up against the top side of your anus, but low enough so it doesn't stab you in the balls or taint. You get to know the right level with each dog as you do them," Justin explained to me as I watched completely riveted on the beginning of Chad's breeding. Emery reached between Volken's legs and grabbed the dog's hard wet rod. He turned to look at me, clasping the spraying fuck meat firmly, aiming it at Chad's lube shiny hairy hole. "I'm gonna put the tip of Volken's shaft up against Chad's ass lips and then let go," he told me, "When you do it on your own, you can easily reach between your own legs and put the dog's prick to your hole. Most dogs won't hump and thrust when you have a firm grasp on their dick and your hand isn't sliding. You can hold it in place to lube your ass if you want, I like it that way. Chad likes extra lube because he goes wild over the sloppy sounds when the knot starts forming. It sounds like a sump pump." I leaned forward to see the penetration more closely. Justin patted me on the back and began scratching my shoulder blades lightly and sensuously. "FUCK THAT HAIRY HOLE VOLKEN!" Emery yelled letting go of the dog's schlong. The big Rottweiler lurched forward driving his slick shaft up the target asshole in one powerful surge. It disappeared into the depths of Chad's ass and the dog's golf ball sized hairy nuts bounced off the sensitive perineal skin under the suddenly stretched pucker. "AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Chad howled, "OH GOD I'M FUCKED!" The hunks arms were held out beside him and he had the heels of his hands jammed into the mat pushing himself back into the haunches of the rottie. Volken retracted a good six inches of red veiny cock and let loose pummeling his wet lurid fuck tool into Chad's slicked up hole almost too fast to follow. The big dog's brawny back end was going a mile a minute. It was like he was striving to batter his way completely up into the blond jock's guts cock first. It was savage, ruthless, and unrelenting. If the thrashing weren't so wet and juicy, I could easily imagine the man's fuckhole bursting into flames from the rapid friction of the dog's prick. My jockstrap was getting damp from the steady driblets of dick drip my engorged pecker was emitting. "Mark, get on your back and slide your head between Chad's thigh and the stool. Look for the lighter purplish rounded area about two inches in front of the sheath," Justin whispered in my ear. "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" the jack-hammered man grunted with each plunge from the Rottweiler's rutting meat. There was no way he could meet each of those flying impalements with a butt thrust of his own, so Chad was just squirming his ass on the swelling dog dong as it plowed into him. He was obviously relishing the aggressive assault on his fuckhole. I lay down quickly and scooted my head up between Chad's legs like Justin had suggested. A misting spray of lube and dog pre-cum dampened my face as Chad's rock hard jock bulge rubbed across it. I stuck my tongue out and tasted his own leaking nectar in the cotton mesh of his pouch. I could smell his ball musk, dick drip, and what I assumed was dog cock. Looking up seeking what Justin had described, I felt the big man start to knead the hard mound of my own jock bound dick in my shorts. I also felt what had to be Emery's donkey dick sliding on the side of my stomach pressed down by his hand leaving a cool wet trail of his man slime on my abs. I saw what I was looking for. It was a whitish band with a maze of little purple and red veins all through it. It was a rounded bulge at the back that tapered into a dark red to the front. As I watched in fascination it started to swell. I could hear an increasing shlurrp, shlurrp, shlurrp sound coming from Chad's wet clinching asshole above me as I watched Volken's knot form right in front of my face, constantly getting speckled with a spray of fuck fluids. Every time it plunge fucked into the hair rimmed hole it came out larger. It wasn't round. It bulged out on each side of the mottled shaft and was distended to the bottom of the dog's pounding cock. It started to become bumpy as it grew. The wet slapping sounds of the fuck became louder and the smells thicker. Volken's schlong had expanded in girth too as the knot pulsed bigger and bigger. It rivaled Emery's member now. "Oh fuck!" I heard Chad cry out, "He's knotting me! He's making me a bitch for his fuckin' dog spooge!" My lust erected dick throbbed in my jock. My balls drew up tight to my hot sweaty groin. Justin felt it and stopped fondling my about to explode prod. I saw the bloated knobby knot ram into Chad's puffy stretched fuckhole and not come back out. I let the newly found dog cock slut part of me take over and raised my mouth to Volken's still humping flexure. I spread my lips around it and ran my tongue around the sinewy ring of jock asshole. I probed into the juncture as far as my tongue could get with the rottie bucking against my head and felt the knobby subjugating fuck tool as it surged even fatter. I licked it as it pulsed and amplified and Chad's anus spasmed along with it. "What the fucking hell are you doing Mark?" the dog knotted hunk moaned out, "It's driving me insane!" I wriggled out from underneath him, chewing on his jerking jocked cock as I passed. "Fuck! FUCK! FUUUUUCK!" he yelled, "That's intense!" I stood up in front of Chad and looked down at the luscious dog fucked stud. Volken was slowing his humping and the man was writhing on the embedded knot like a whore that hadn't had any for years. Emery knelt on his right side back by his butt stroking Volken's back as he lay across his bitch man. Justin was back on his heels to my left, knees spread wide, using the heels of both hands to stroke his cock in its shiny wet black mesh covering. Emery crawled around the mated pair to squat at Chad's left by his head, stroking his hard obscene porn star rod. Volken raised his head and began to pant deeply with his tongue hanging out dripping drool down on his male fuckhole's neck. I knew what was coming. I took a step backward. "Hey Chad," I called out to him. He looked up at me with his sex glazed icy blues, breathing rapidly. Justin and Emery looked up at me too. "Check it out," and I dropped my navy blue athletic shorts, went to my knees and put my red jockstrapped, butt-plugged ass right in front of his face just as the Rottweiler's cock gushed the first wad of his breeding seed up Chad's knot tied hole. "SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTT! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! I'M CUUUMMMIIIIIING!" he yelled planting his hands on the back of my thighs and shoving himself hard back on the spewing dog cock with its throbbing knot. I wrenched myself loose from his grasp and kicked the shorts off my feet. I spun around on my knees and yanked my rampant dick out the side of my jock pouch. I seized the blond locks on each side of Chad's head in my hands and shoved my dripping fuck stick in his orgasm opened mouth. The first thick wad of my own climax coated his throat as I rammed my cock past his tonsils. "Swallow my fucking cum you dog fucked hairy stud!" I cried out lecherously, face fucking the cum spasming man as animalistically as Volken had banged his ass. Chad jerked and moaned in ecstasy grinding his prostate bump on the huge knot in his dog cum bred ass as he attempted to swallow the load that I was firing off in his mouth and throat. He was sucking like a vacuum cleaner but my pent up spew was so heavy it oozed out the corners of his mouth. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" Emery yelled out rising up on his knees jerking his ten inch monster cock with both hands, "I'M GONNA NUT! I'M GONNA PAINT YOUR PRETTY FAGGOT DOG BITCH FACE CHAD!" I saw Justin, now behind EM, with his hefty dick in hand, now out the side of his pouch too. He grabbed the kid by his narrow hips and slammed his prong up the muscle boy's ass in one fuck lunge. "Take my fuckin' cock Emery," was all the big man said as he brutally screwed the guy's tight little muscle butt. "AAAAHHHGG! GODDAMN! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" the boy-man screamed in pain loud enough to wake the dead, "I'M FUUUCKIN' CUUUMMMMMIIIING!" A huge wad of man cream shot out of his long hard pole and plastered Chad's nose. It was followed by four more blasts of thick creamy cock snot that covered the whole side of the knot tied jock's face. It slowly slid down onto my still hard dick and Chad's cheek to his chin, where it dripped off in gobs to the mat. Emery gushed out three more wads of his seed in my pubes as his big log slid across the top of my meat and Chad's upper lip from the fuck pounding Justin was giving him. Volken chose that moment to turn ignoring us in his breeding of Chad's ass, just as Justin unloaded up Emery's hole. The sex used stud moaned around my boner. "Here it comes," Justin said quietly in the boy's ear, "You want it or you want to eat it?" "Fuck it in me Justin!" he said loudly, and then yelling "BREED MY FUCKIN' DOG SLUT HOLE! PLEASE MAN! I WANT IT! CUM IN ME! FUCK ME! OH GOD YEAH! SPERM ME UP GOOD! MAN SLAM MY ASS YOU HOT FUCKER! FUCK ME! MAKE ME TAKE YOUR HOT FUCKIN' STUD JUICE!" And Justin did just that. He withdrew his eight inch tool completely from Emery's needy hole and smashed it back in, again, again, again, again, and one last time. He yanked the little stud's hips hard, cramming his fuck stick as far up the begging horny kid's ass as it could go. Emery yelled in agony each time, but he slammed his butt back just as hard as he got slammed each time too. "Oh man, that feels soooooo gooooooooood!" The big butt fucker said in his deep lustful voice, "Fuck EM, you sure know how to take cock." And we all collapsed to the mat, all except Chad and Volken who were still in the throes of breeding. I could see the Rottweiler's asshole above his jock bitch's ass. I saw it clinch as he squirted another charge of dog nut juice into his current cumhole. Chad moaned his acceptance of the breeding. He wasn't working his ass on the huge canine knot filling his fuck chute any more. I slid around and looked underneath him. A small puddle of his jizz pooled on the mat under his still hard cum gooey jock encased dick and a string of cum ran from the mesh pouch to the puddle. Another pool of thinner wet dog cum was on the mat between the guy's golden haired fuck spread thighs. The insides of those luscious sexy thighs were wet from all the canine juice that had leaked out around his knotted hole. I saw Justin on the other side checking out the drippings too. TO BE CONTINUED IF YOU ENJOYED (smiled, laughed, contemplated, got horny, got off, you know what enjoyment is) THIS STORY OR OTHER STORIES FROM THIS SITE, YOU CAN MAKE SURE NIFTY KEEPS PROVIDING THEM BY DONATING TO THEM AT http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html