Date: Thu, 16 Jan 2014 10:06:33 -0600
From: CBT
Subject: Captive 4

				Captive IV

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	"Again, he has you down pressing your shoulders to the mat, you
only have to the count of three.  Twist your arm around until your hand is
between his legs, mine.  Grasp his balls with your fingers place your palm
over his dick.  That's right, hold on tighter.  Now lift.
	"Feel how your shoulders lifted off the mat?  That is because your
back and abs are stronger than your arms.  With your elbow on the mat you
have created a lever to lift the two of you up.  That is only going to work
one time, the next time he gets you on your back he will control both of
your arms."
	"Why are you so sure I'm going to be on my back?  I don't lose all
the time."
	"If he makes weight, the guy you will be wrestling was all-state
last year.  He usually pins his opponent within the first two minutes.  He
is one tough mother-fucker, he will use everything he can as fast as he
can, what that will be I have no idea.  I've seen him wrestle three times
and not once did he use the same moves.  So if you face him you are in for
the roughest match of the day."
	"So I should go for his balls from the start of the match?"
	"It might not be a bad strategy.  He won't be expecting it and
won't have a plan to combat that."
	"Go in rough or try tickling them?"
	"You'll need to go after them hard.  Make him think you are going
to tear them off.  If he tries a scissor lock on you make him think you are
going to bite them off, but be careful.  If the ref sees you biting the
match is over and you lose."
	"I'd rather beat him fair, but if he is as dirty a fighter as you
say I may not have any other option.  Show me some other counters I can use
to slip away, I have the feeling I'm going to need everything you know and
more."
	"You could always do what you did to me this morning, grab his dick
with your butt cheeks and pull him off,"
	"Funny.  I don't think the ref or coach will allow me to wrestle
naked."
	"But that is why you joined the team isn't it?  You wanted to roll
around on the mats with the other guys naked."
	"No, I joined because my parents insisted I try out for at least
one sport and I hate game where all you do is chase after a ball someone
else is trying to get away from you.  So it was either wrestling or track
and I didn't want to be running around once it turned hot so inside on the
floor sounded good."
	"Have you thought about trying to lose a few pounds and drop a
weight class?"
	"No way I'm turning bulimic for the chance to wrestle smaller guys.
I've done fair against guys my size.  I even beat one senior."
	"He was supposed to be wrestling at 118 but didn't make weight.
I'm glad we're not in school, whenever we have Friday night matches all you
hear are the guys bitching about how they have to struggle to make weight
instead of how they are building up muscles to jump classes.  It is worse
than sitting around with my Mom and her friends, weight, weight weight."
	"It is better than hanging around with guys like Ray.  All you hear
then is where to buy the next joint or rock.  Hanging with you at least I
hear when I'm going to suck or fuck next."
	"Very funny.  But here is a promise, the next time I get your
shoulder on the mat I'm going to have your ass high enough into the air to
poke you.  I won't even be using any lube."
	"So if I don't want you ripping me a new asshole I better not let
you pin me."
	"You've got that right."
	They grappled for ten minutes, Donny showing the younger wrestler
moves the coach had yet to teach but never getting his shoulders completely
down.  When Donny called a halt to their practice both boys had worked up a
healthy sweat.  Standing by the side of the mat he pulled Weldon's face
into his armpit and ordered him to start licking away the sweat.  It took
ten minutes for Weldon to work his tongue across the entire front of
Donny's body and down the back until he was slurping sweat from his sex
master's ass crack.
	"Don't move from there.  Work my hole for the next ten minutes then
you can go shower."
	After a grueling five minutes with his tongue in Donny's ass Weldon
wondered what it felt like to get in further.  With just spit to guide the
way he slid one finger in.  The quiet moan from Donny let him know that he
all was well and he continued working the finger around without take his
tongue away.  Soon Donny was pushing back from the mat and he stuck a
second finger in beside the first drawing a louder moan.  Still he could
tell it was pleasure not discomfort.
	With just two finger in his dick was seeping, he knew what he
wanted, but had no idea if Donny was going to be receptive.  Probing deeper
and harder he found he loved the older boy's response.  Risking he knew not
what, Weldon raised his head and quietly asked if Donny was ready to be
fucked.  Not hearing a response Weldon took silence for ascent and spit on
his dick ready to enter Donny when he was flipped on his back and had an
arm across his throat.
	"If you ever try to stick your dick in me again I promise you I
will castrate you and give your ass to every football player, wrestler and
basketball player at school and any of our opponents that are available."
	"But it wouldn't be your first time."  It was a question but Weldon
was pretty sure of the answer.
	"I've been fucked, but not by a piss drinking, asshole eating, cock
sucking virgin."
	"Buck had fucked ass before you let him fuck you?"
	"I don't know, but my father set him on me and laughed the whole
time.  I was about eleven and that knot just about killed me when he
finally pulled it out.  I swore I wouldn't be fucked again, damn but my
father didn't make me a liar.  The next time we came out here he fucked me
until he passed out drunk.  I cracked him on the head with a two by four
and he hasn't been right since.  He still jokes about getting Buck to fuck
his sissy boy but he hasn't tried anything himself."
	"But, what if I want to fuck you?"
	"I own you.  I really don't care what you want.  But for the fun of
it I'll make you a deal.  If you pin your opponent tomorrow in the first 90
seconds you can fuck me.  If you can do it within 60 seconds you can fuck
me and piss up my ass. And, if you can do it under 30 seconds you can fuck
me and then turn Buck and Mutt loose on my ass.  Remember if you lose you
are going to be drinking piss from every one of our teammates that wants to
feed you."
	"That is a lot of incentive to make want to me win."  With his free
arm he reached down the way he'd just been taught and grabbed Donny by the
balls, instead of lifting him, he threw his legs around his owner's waist
and pointed the dick down towards his open asshole.  "Fuck me, sir.
Please."
	As Donny used his size, weight and strength to curl Weldon's legs
over the younger boy's head he saw his dick get closer and closer to his
mouth until he was easily able to capture it between his lips and please
himself as the pounding at his ass fucked his face.  It was such extreme
pleasure that seconds after he shot a load in his mouth he blacked out.
When he woke the tip of his dick was still between his lips but there was
nothing in his ass except a fresh load of semen.
	"I wouldn't have expected that, but we have found a third way for
you to shoot a load.  Is your cum as tasty as mine?"
	It took Weldon a few moments to answer, "I think I like yours
better, but mine was good.  Good enough that I might want to do that again,
especially since you are putting most of yours up my ass."
	"If you are feeling cum deprived Buck and Mutt have a lot that they
would be glad to give you.  They shoot a lot more than I do.  If that is
not enough, there is always the stallion down in the last stall that you
could milk for cups of cum."
	"Thanks but I think I'll stick with yours."
	"If you think so, that will be alright for now.  It is time to
clean up for lunch.  We'll do a test weigh-in to see how heavy we can eat."
	"Go shower.  I don't want you smelling like you were rolling around
in shit.  We need to add that to the rules, you will shower before every
meal or you will eat it off the floor."
	"You don't need to be so mean.  I'll do what you want without all
the threats."
	"I don't want to have to tell you what to do every time I turn
around: unless that has to do with you licking my ass, which is what I want
your tongue doing right now."
	"I thought I was supposed to go shower?"
	Not giving the boy time to defend himself Donny had his ass sitting
on his face with his asshole directly over his mouth.  "You have trouble
learning don't you?  When I give an order to care for my body it is the
first thing you will do, taking care of yourself comes second.  I want to
feel that tongue working its way inside my asshole real nice or I'll be
dumping a load of shit in your mouth right now."
	The fear that Donny might actually break their agreement and shit
in his mouth drove Weldon to work his tongue in deeper than he ever had, He
hadn't even taken time to make love to the rim before he was pushing his
way inside Donny's body.  In just under two days he had gotten used to
having his tongue buried as deeply in Donny's shithole as he could work it,
he wondered how long it would be before he actually let his owner carry out
the threat that scared him to death.
	With a grip that surprised Weldon the asshole pulled at his tongue,
it was enough to draw him in just a bit further than ever.  Enough so that
he was still finding fresh tastes, knowing that his job of keeping it clean
wasn't over.  He forced himself to continue flicking his tongue around the
empty chute, until, Donny released his tongue and stood up.
	"Do you understand that you are to keep my ass hole clean?  If I
don't feel your tongue in there at least once every few hours I won't be
using TP.  I'll be using your mouth."
	Tears streaming done his face at the idea, the boy answered as he'd
been taught.
	"Now go take that shower."
	It was the first time that morning that he's been alone.  With the
cool water running over his body he tried taking in all that Donny had been
trying to teach him.  Still, his mind kept going back to the deal he'd been
offered.  If he won in less than 90 seconds he would be the one doing the
fucking tonight.  Imagining the pleasure he would feel almost made him
shoot a load in the shower but for an unknown reason he understood that he
wasn't supposed to shoot unless he was with Donny.
	"One hundred and eighteen point six pounds. We need to see if the
coach will let you take that spot.  With another enema this afternoon you
should be able to weigh-in under one hundred eighteen.  You would have a
shot at beating that guy although you might not want to once you meet him.
He is a cute little Mexican, with a cherub's face and a terrific butt.  If
he lets you do that the deal is off.  I won't be giving up my ass just to
see you beat him, so it's the champion you fight or you take the easier
route without any reward at the end of the night.
	"Of course if you lose there will be all that piss to drink and
shower in.  That might be what you want.  Your dick just throbs at the
thought of being the team urinal.  Win or lose, in a few weeks I might
start letting Willie and his workout partner fill your mouth after
practice.  You know how strong that piss can get."  It was just talk.
Donny didn't want to share his urinal with anyone.  It had come to him when
Weldon's tongue worked his ass that he was starting to feel something for
the boy.  Was it friendship?  Or was he having the first stirring of a
deeper feeling that he had never experienced.  Whatever it was, he was
going to keep the boy around to satisfy any desire he had.
	"One hundred and seventy and three.  Having you around to drain my
balls and piss is doing me well, we can eat a good lunch.  While I fix
something up you need to shave, I felt some whiskers on your ass when we
were practicing.  You don't want our teammates thinking I let you get away
with being sloppy."
	After lunch the boys did a few chores, then rested until it was
time to drive into town.  Donny let Weldon keep him hard for an hour or so
but would let him have a load of cum and wouldn't fuck him.  He wanted them
both to have that edge when they stepped onto the mat.  More than anything
else he wanted Weldon showing a hard-on when he shook hands with his
opponent.  Before they got in the car he found a rubber O-ring that fit
snuggly around the base of the boy's dick guaranteeing that he would by
hard until released.  Whatever embarrassment he felt in the locker room he
would take out on his opponent.  Surprising to him he wanted Weldon to win
not only the match but the deal they had made, not in thirty seconds but
anything under ninety would be good.
	They were the first to the gym so Donny didn't worry about parading
the boy across the parking lot with his dick standing out like a wooden
flagpole.  He had forgotten the belt so when they left the car he grabbed
Weldon's shaft and tugged him across the gravel like a recalcitrant dog.
At the door to the coaches' office he removed his hand and pushed Weldon
through the door with a swat at his sore butt.
	The coach wasn't pleased to see him walking in with his hard-on
leading the way but other than a frown made no acknowledgement of it.
Blushing Weldon stepped on the scale, he didn't care which weight class he
qualified for, he wanted to take his chance at the deal Donny had made.  At
one hundred nineteen pounds there wasn't any question about it, he would
face the champ.  He stepped back to the window while Donny weighed in sure
that there would be no problem since he had drained the piss from his owner
five minutes earlier.
	Once they walked into the locker room a few of their teammates had
arrived.  Weldon blushed even redder at the whistles and catcalls as he
followed Donny to their lockers.  Part of him was proud to be in his
owner's shadow and part of him was proud that his dick led the way but an
even greater part of him was mortified by the names he was being called as
he bent down to hold the singlet open for his feet.  He'd had his
instructions earlier so Donny didn't need to tell him anything about
arranging his dick straight up towards his navel. Even against the tight
fitting material he produced a bulge that would be noticeable by everyone
in the gym, wrestlers and audience.
	"My mouth is dry.  I wish I had a drink."
	"Nothing until we're done.  You had enough five minutes ago to last
you for the next hour."
	The coach held his normal team meeting after everyone was
weighed-in.  He gave more attention to his youngest wrestlers, the 118, 127
and 138 pound boys were all sophomores in their first year of competitive
wrestling and the coach had been giving them extra instructions and
warnings about their opponents all season.  What he had to say to Weldon
was very much like what Donny had told him.  He didn't have much faith that
Weldon could pin the guy but told him to avoid the pin and he might be able
to outlast him and win on points.  It wasn't very inspirational, if he
hadn't had the desire to fuck Donny he might have gone to the gym
dispirited.
	"Shit.  My parents are both here.  This is going to be a mess, they
won't let me leave with you."
	"Are they getting a good look at your dick?  If so they can see
that their little boy has grown up and is ready to do what I tell him.
Damn, my mother and father are here, too.  This isn't good.  They never
come to watch me, something must have happened."
	"Where are they?"  "To the right of our bench."
	"So are mine; see the woman in bright green?  That's my Mom it is
the first time she has ever been to a match.  They must be real worried or
mad.  I hope they don't make a scene."
	"Why are they sitting beside my parents?  Someone must have told
both of our parents they saw us together.  They don't know each other do
they?"
	"I never heard them mention any O'Leary's.  But I really don't know
if they do.  Mom works with a lot of charities and Dad is a salesman so
there are plenty of opportunities for paths to cross."
	"Insurance?"
	"Yeah."  He had been warned not to be using the sir word or master
while around their teammates.
	"I think their offices are next door to each other.  We better win
and get out of here as fast as possible.  I'm not even sure we should go
back to the farm.  I am going to be in a lot of trouble for what we've been
doing.  Your parents could have me arrested."  Donny seemed genuinely
worried about might happen after the match.  Weldon didn't think things
would go so far as his parents involving the police, but he didn't really
know what they were thinking.
	The affair was oddly formal for a high school wrestling match, the
Henry Moore coach was oriental and demanded that each weight class met in
the center of the mat and shook hands before any of the wrestlers were to
take the mat with their opponent.  The time sat heavily on both boys, if
Weldon hadn't kept reflecting on the deal he had struck with Donny he might
have tried running.  Finally the matches started.  The ninety-eight
pounders took their places, his teammate on his hands and knees and the
excitement took over.
	His first two teammates were both pinned in the first three
minutes.  Before he walked out to the mat Donny started chanting 'deal,
deal, deal!'"  No one but them knew what it was about, but all of their
teammates joined in. by the time he was on his hands and knees looking at
Donny half of the audience was chanting.  It was unusual, normally

there was little excitement or noise until the 145 pound weight class took
to the mat.  He felt the power of the crowd vibrating in his muscles, even
his dick felt stronger and harder as the chant continued.
	Within seconds he was face down on the mat with the champ trying to
turn him over.  He was breathing hard but the lessons from the morning ran
through his head and with a supreme effort he flipped them both over so the
champ was shoulders down and the ref was counting to three.  When he looked
up he saw the clock read 42 seconds.  He almost shot a load in the singlet.
The mixture of fear and anticipation he had felt about losing left as he
beamed at his owner and grabbed his own crotch to remind him of what he had
just done.  Donny looked as happy as the coach and laughed at the
punctuation point.
	Their team didn't win any more matches until Donny beat his
opponent and Willie flattened the opposing heavy-weight.  The moment is was
done they ran from the gym to the locker room stripped out of their
singlets and rushed to the showers.  When Donny made Weldon share the
shower head no one made any protest.  He was high on his victory and felt
he could have fucked Donny right there and no one would object.  In fact
Donny let him know how he felt not with the kiss he wanted or by spreading
his cheeks but with a hand that gently caressed his dick then removed the
O'ring.  If anyone was bothered by the display of affection they kept their
losing mouths shut.
	When the coach joined them in the shower Weldon was scrubbing
Donny's back.  Even though his hands had often run over both boys' butts
and chest he was not pleased and when he told Donny that Weldon spoke up
for himself, "I want to do this, Coach.  If it bothers you maybe you
shouldn't be showering with teenagers.  You've had your hands in more
private places than I'm going to be touching, and by the way I don't like
it when your stick your hand on my dick or my asshole."
	His teammates rushed their showers and exited.  He didn't, he took
his time scrubbing Donny's back, butt and legs, paying special attention to
the crack between his cheeks knowing that within a short time he would have
his dick buried there.  The coach had turned his back on them, he could
have done almost anything and not been seen but there was still the fear
that made him want to get out of there quickly.  "Have you figured out how
we're getting past our parents and away from here?  My mother was glaring
at me.  My father didn't look happy even when I won.  We're in for dose of
trouble."
	"I don't think we can both get out of here without facing them.
But it should be me not you.  If you go down to the front door I'll have
Paul Jackowski pick you up and I'll meet you at his house."
	"We should do this together."
	"What is the first rule?"
	"I am to do what you say when you say it."
	"If you break that now there is no later.  You understand that I
won't be fulfilling my part of the deal in that case."  Weldon couldn't
stop himself from giggling although the situation was so strained.
Checking to make sure no was close enough to listen he whispered a quick
request to his owner.
	"Where do you think we can do that?  Here in front of everyone?"
	"Sure they might think it is what caused me to win."
	"I'll walk you part of the way to the door, there is sure to be a
restroom we can use.  But we need to rush it, my parents get mad when I
make them wait."
	It didn't matter to him that there were other guys in the restroom,
he walked in the first open stall and waved Donny in after him.  The door
was being locked when he sat down and reached for Donny' belt.  Within
seconds the flow he needed was pouring over his tongue filling his mouth
and warming his throat as he swallowed gulp after gulp.  When he had
drained the dick he started to work. He wasn't going to allow Donny to
confront his parents without unloading the cum that had been building since
their wrestling lessons that morning.  In less time than a wrestling match
he was greedily sucking the last drops of cum from the dick he come to
think of as his.
	"Paul drives a Ford 150, I think it is grey."  Without another word
Donny walked away to face what could be one disaster or another.  Dressed
in borrowed sweats and a Bengals cap Weldon slowly and reluctantly made his
way out of the building.
	"So you are his new punk boy?"  Weldon didn't know how to answer
such a direct question about he and Donny.
	"Don't worry, all your teammates other than Willie are happy for
the two of you.  We've known for the last couple years that he would rather
have a guy than any of the cheerleaders.  Are you happy with what is going
on?"  Paul was disarmingly casual as he spoke about Donny's sexual desires.
In the confines of the truck Weldon wasn't sure that he wasn't being set up
for something, so he stayed silent until he thought to brag about his win.
	"When you did that flip everyone on the bench knew you and Donny
were together.  It is his special surprise for an overconfident opponent.
The coach doesn't allow anyone other than senior to try it, you will be
doing laps for the next two weeks.  I hope it was worth the trouble."
	"I think it will be.  The reward for winning today is
indescribable."  Weldon sat back to relax and dream about what was going to
be his first opportunity to have Donny take him, dick, cum and piss.  Even
without the O'ring he had remained hard since Donny had filled his mouth
with piss and cum.
	"Don't look so dreamy, kid.  I've never know Donny to be the type
of guy that wants to have a relationship.  He has always struck me as the
love them and leave them type.  Enjoy what you can get and when you need a
shoulder to comfort you I'll be there for you."
	"You like guys, too?"
	"No, don't get the wrong idea.  I like pussy but I don't want a
weepy teammate that is going to go from a winner to a loser.  We need you
to keep winning.  Have you thought about dropping a weight class?  You
would barely have competition at 118."
	"I talked about that earlier today.  It might be a good idea, but
I'm not going to make myself sick trying to lose two pounds.  I weighed-in
at one hundred eighteen point six pounds today.  If the next two pounds
come off easily I'll try to get the coach to change me.  He may be too
pissed at me to do anything I want.  I suppose I shouldn't have told him to
keep his hands off."
	"I'm glad and so was almost everyone else on the team.  He has been
getting away with feeling us up for way too long.  There were rumors last
year that he was doing more than just feeling up guys on the mat, the
senior light weight was supposedly feeding him dick after every practice.
I don't know if it is true, but the kid was always the last to leave.
Plus, he left smiling.
	"Yucck.  I wouldn't let him put his mouth on my foot let alone my
dick.  He's a creep.  You probably haven't noticed, but he looks like he
has a dick the size of a cocktail weenie."
	"At least you don't have to worry about him ripping your ass if he
tries getting back at you by fucking you."
	"He wouldn't do that would he?"
	"I don't know, I've never heard anything about him trying that but
you would know better than I do.  All my information on gay guys comes from
the internet."
	"You look at guys on the internet?"
	"I've checked out what two guys do with each other.  It doesn't do
anything for me, but I imagine if the right mouth was on my balls and dick
I'd get hard enough to shoot a load."
	"Don't even think about it.  Nothing is happening between us.  I'm
with you because Donny wanted me away from our parents, nothing else. "
	"Have you ever seen what is out there on the internet?  There are
guys that let dogs fuck them, other guys that fuck goats, sheep, dogs, cows
almost anything you can think of having a hole.  While we're waiting for
Donny I'll show you."
	He was interested, but he didn't say anything.  He thought there
had to be things about sex with another guy that he and Donny didn't know
but what that might be eluded his imagination.  They were barely out of
Paul's mother's sight when the boy stripped to his jock strap.  As Weldon
followed him up the stairs he kept catching glimpses of the brown eye
winking at him.  What was Paul thinking?  Had all his talk about liking
pussy been a lie?  Was he trying to see if he could steal him away from
Donny?
	"What do you want first guys our age or older guys?"
	"Let's stay with guys our age.  I don't have any feeling about old
guys.  If I wasn't with Donny I'd probably go after someone in their
mid-twenties.  Someone that knew what he is doing and is young enough to do
it often."
	"How often?"
	"Well, four or five times a day is good but more is better."
	He had a primo computer with a screen that was nearly as large as
the television Weldon's parents had in the living room.  As the wallpaper
pop up he realized he was watching HD.  It only took a few seconds until
Paul had naked guys on the screen.  He could see everything, spots were one
hadn't done a good job shaving, pimples, warts and individual strands of
pubic hair.
	"So what do you want?  Blow jobs, fucking, watersports, punishment,
mixed races, beastiality, threesomes, orgies, butt licking, big dicks,
masturbation, fist fucking, auto-fellatio, rape, restroom bondage?  Well
speak up."
	"I could watch a lot of that, start out with auto-fellatio."
	"I can, but I don't think I want to do it in front of you."
	"Funny."
	"It's not a joke, I can get the head of my dick in my mouth."
	"And what do you do?  Piss or cum?"
	"I've tried both.  One day Sparky came in here and licked my ass
when I was trying to get more than just the head in my mouth.  It surprised
me and I shot a load right down my throat. I threw up all over myself.  I
don't know how anyone can swallow cum."
	"Let's see that on the computer."
	"What, you interested in doing yourself?  I'd give a few bucks to
see that."  Weldon knew that Paul was trying for more than conversation and
hoped that Donny would hurry up.  He was uncomfortable with the idea of
anyone but Donny seeing him do anything sexual.
	"No.  I just think it would be interesting to watch someone suck
his own dick; especially, if he can get more than just the head in his
mouth.  Do they show any of them pissing in their own mouth?"  He really
wanted Paul's attention back on the computer and away from him.
	"That should be easy to find.  Here we are.  This is all about guys
pissing, watch. "  The boys sat side by side going from one short video of
guys pissing alone, sometimes on themselves other times in their mouth and
even some of groups pissing on a single guy.
	"Thursday, when Donny pissed on you in the showers I'm sure you
weren't able to notice, but there were at least four or five of the guys
that popped hard-ons.  Guys our age really seem to get into piss.  What is
it?"
	Weldon hadn't really thought about why drinking piss and golden
showers affected him the way they did so it took him some time to come up
with an answer.  The true answer surprised him, but he didn't know if Paul
could accept the truth.
	"I've never tasted my own piss.  But showering in another guys piss
feels good, You know he is giving you a part of himself that he doesn't
want to share with anyone else.  These guys that are taking it from four or
five guys?  I can't say.  They look like they enjoy being humiliated, that
is not something I enjoy."
	"You didn't feel humiliated when Donny showered you in piss the
other day?"
	"Humiliated?  No.  Embarrassed? A little, I knew I was being
punished by him doing that where there were people to see it.  But it felt
hot enough to make me pop a hard-on.  I had screwed up and he was teaching
me not to do what I'd done.  The fight between he and Willie was worse than
the piss shower.  If someone had thought to piss on their heads while they
were fighting they would have stopped.  I just didn't have it in me.
	"Can you really see guys having sex with animals on your computer?"
	"Oh ma, those guys are something else.  I don't believe they really
want to do that.  There must be some way they are being force, a gun or
threats to family?  Let me show you."
	At first all he could see was the black of the Rottweiler.  Slowly
the camera pulled back to where he could see four balls, two furry and two
hairless.  In a few seconds he could see that the dog was pumping his dick
into the man's ass.
	"Does the dog knot him?"
	"I don't know, I've never bought the movie.  All this is, is a
preview to get people interested.  But look how hard that dog is humping
him.  How can anyone ass take that?"
	"You could let Sparky at your ass and find out."
	"Not me, I told you I don't go that way.  I might try a guy's
asshole someday but no one is getting into mine.