Date: Sun, 5 Aug 2007 14:45:20 -0500 From: charles Turner Subject: Christy Young 5 This is a work of fiction. Any name, place or activity between men, children or animals is purely a figment of my warped imagination. If you are a minor or it is illegal to read about alternate sexual activities in your area please leave now. No animals or humans were actually harmed in the making of the story. Christy Young 5 The coon hounds baying made him realize that someone was coming. When the three men stepped into the cabing throwing their shirts over the chairs around the table Christy knew that the ordeal he had undergone since being shot was not going to end until he was rescued or died. The rancid smell of sex and dog on his skin and coming from his ass was enough to make some of the men trot him outside and rinse the latest coating of cum and piss from his hair and skin, but only the one group tried cleaning out his ass before using him. Forty-eight hours passed before the company notified legal authorities that they had a man missing in the forest. Whether the Texas Rangers or NARC's would have done anything before then is debateable, but Christy was well aware that it would take forty-eight hours of non-contact for his boss to become concerned enough to make a report and that he hated calling in the Rangers for fear of having the pipeline seized. But, they had discussed the matter the first time he had taken the radio with him and that time table was determined to be reasonable. The Rangers' K-9 unit was contacted at dusk on Wednesday. Three rangers and their dogs were selected to start out the following morning from a spot near where Christy had parked the truck and trailer. The NARC's agreed to insert four of their men and two bloodhounds about fifty miles further along the pipeline where it crossed a bayou and have them work their way towards the Rangers. All seven men had been in gunfights with drug dealers and growers before and were aware of the dangers they would be facing going in to such a deserted area in search of person that might have warned the growers their field was known about. The Rangers' regional commander had called for volunteers. When his K-9 personnel heard that the missing person had a Spanish Mastiff with him he had three officers with mastiff partners immediately volunteer. One of those volunteer officers was Detective Fred Gonzalez. Until he arrived at the pipeline he had no idea that the missing man was Christy Young, but the man was in his mind as he wondered about the feelings that he had found growing after just one meeting and little time alone. He was sure that the big dog had enjoyed human company, but didn't know that it was the two boys he'd met, not the adult. DG as the other two handlers called him had been taught to handle a mastiff you had to become closer to him than anyone else and the only way was to satisfy his needs for sex at least once. DG was certain the others had been taught the same, as they had the same trainer as he had. Whether they had done more than give their partners a hand job he didn't know, but his dog was kept satisfied by DG giving up his ass and mouth regularly. And that was a problem for DG. Whenever he was on an overnight mission Demon had the inclination to believe it was time for them to get together, usually the dog wanted to mount his partner so DG was forced to be stricter and harsher with the dog than when they rode on solitary patrol. If it was a patrol where a guard was required while the others slept he would make time for Demon, usually just a quick handjob but enough to calm him down. On one of his earliest overnights he'd been with a female officer and her stud shepard, thinking she was sound asleep he broke with his normal pattern and bent under the dog to give him a blow job. He hardly had the dick half-way into his mouth when he heard her laughing at him, he didn't wanted to quit, but was too embarrassed to continue. When he finally got his head away from Demon the other officer was on her knees taking the full length and knot of her shepard. Turned on beyond belief he dropped his pants and let Demon mount him. The other officer and he became good friends and often had been assigned to duty together until she was shot by a myopic deer hunter. When his friend died he considered giving up his position with the K-9 squad only to learn he would never be allowed anywhere near Demon again if he did. The closeness he felt for the dog was more powerful than the grief he was feeling over the loss of a fellow officer and friend so he continued to work with Demon. The dog was well trained in finding people, not quite as well in finding explosives and half as good in finding drugs so Demon and DG were used quite often on man hunts and seldom had to work the traffic stops coming out of Mexico that would be searching for drugs. Both jobs were dangerous, but not as bad as explosives work and DG was glad that Demon had failed to be ranked in the top of his class at finding them. Besides the problem with Demon wanting sex when they were on overnight missions he had another problem with his job and that was not connected to the dog. On manhunts like this one there was likely to be a death or more and killing left him depressed for weeks afterwards so his fellow officers often kidded him about being such a pussy. If they had known how much of a pussy he was they would have never again gone on a mission with him. After the one misstep with the female officer he never again let anyone catch him in a compromising position with Demon, so his home life was less than fulfilling. He wanted a lover, I guess I should say he wanted a master to love. It was ten o'clock on their second day of searching that the dogs dragged the three officers to the place where Christy had tied up Chico and Wizard. The horse and dog were dehydrated and hungry, Wizard looked okay but Chico was suffering from the gun shot. The dog didn't want any of the officers near him and although wounded, growled defensively as the three other mastiffs approached where he lay. DG immediately identified Chico as belonging to Christy knowing that he was the man they were hunting. It took a sedative to calm te dog down enough for the officers to get close and water the horse. Looking at the wounded leg two of the officers thought that the vet would amputate, but they were not willing to do it there. They left the dog water and food, found the first aid kit that Christy had used to doctor the dog and forced another antibiotic into his mouth and put some cream on the wound with little faith that they could help him much. One of them radioed into headquarters that there was definitely going to be trouble and asked for a mobile vet to be sent to the scene along with backup. Having done all they could the Rangers crept closer to the pipeline. Unlike Christy they were there when the men were switching shifts and walking past the patch instead of perched in a deer stand overlooking the area. They were amazed at the number of guards and when they caught sight of a second patch of pot couldn't believe that the drug dealers were getting so brazen. They were spreading out with the hope of finding the camp where they expected to find Christy when one of the guards caught sight of the reflection off an officer's glasses. Within moments there was enough gunfire to make one believe an army was encamped in the forest. In the first attack one dog was killed, one wounded, one Ranger gutted and another paralyzed with a shot to the spine. Of the three Texas Rangers only DG was unharmed along with Demon. They couldn't leave their fellow rangers, but DG was too heavily outnumbered to do much more than attempt sniper fire. The Ranger had hunted his entire life and knew that he would be able to pick off those that attacked them if he was able to find them through the thick patch of pot and pine branches. He kept to the ground and crawling was able to make a few shots that resulted in screams, a few that had no response. The later were the ones he was more sure increased his chance for survival; a shot to the head seldom left the victim time to scream in pain, death was usually instantaneous. Twice while shooting he had a bullet pierce his clothing and burn his skin but not even draw blood, Demon was not as fortunate, his partner managed to survive a bullet through his left ear and another that scraped his back. Pinned down from four directions DG began to give up hope that he would survive when he heard automatic rifle fire from about four hundred yards away. He was in a shallow ditch that ran along the field of pot plants and in desperation buried his head in the mud at the bottom. For five minutes he heard weapons firing, bullets whizzing and men screaming. Demon had collapsed on top on him after taking two more shots. The gunfire stopped, suddenly. He could hear three men yelling, but his head was pressed too hard into the ground for him to understand a word. He lay there for a half hour waiting to hear more shots, none came. Not knowing what he would find DG tried pushing up onto his hands and knees to move the two hundred pound dog off his back. He was no more than on his elbows when he heard someone yelling at him to throw out his weapon. He thought it sounded like a law officer, but he wasn't certain. What he was certain about was that buried under Demon he had no chance to defend himself. The Ranger's emblem emblazoned on the stock was apparent through the mud and he was soon being pulled from the ditch by two of the NARC's. There was a lot of confusion in the clearing. One of the NARC's was dead the other was still breathing but waiting for a medicopter to take him to the nearest hospital. The chopper would be bringing an extra doctor to check out the other wounded men. The NARC's hadn't found the Ranger with the spine injury as of yet. Nor had they heard about the mobile vet's arrival time. The bloodhounds the NARC's had with them had located nine bodies, six that they were sure had been dead when they arrived. The camp had not been found yet. DG wanted to call for more backup and wait, but he knew there was a decreasing chance they would find the person they'd originally been sent to find if they waited. Out of five dogs only the two blood hounds were well enough to track. It was only a hundred yards to the other side of the cleared pipeline that they first saw the cabin. None of them wanted to believe there would be more guards in the cabin, but they were unwilling to risk an assault without knowing some-thing. The NARC's are always loaded with equipment, even when they need to haul it for miles in hundred plus degree temperatures. None of the men could tell if the sounds of baying that were coming from the cabin had drawn any human voices attempting to quiet them. The Senior officer managed to get his bullhorn to work and tried raising a response from the cabin. The four men inside were scared and angry. Friends, relatives and co-workers were laying dead in the forest and outside the cabin were fed's trying to get them to surrender. Two of the men were wounded, but not badly enough to stop them from using their weapons when the time came to defend the cabin. All of the men had spent time in prison and the thought of returning was less inviting than a final showdown in the forest. Some of their compadres may have not been willing to agree that a final showdown was their fate. The four that had made it to the cabin were survivors of other battles with police and drug dealers. The smallest of the cajuns had taken charge of the cabin. Each of the four men had two loaded rifles at his side and one in his hands. Facing a battle to the end could have been tense, but one of the men had decided they should enjoy the entertainment provided them as long as possible. The cajun wouldn't allow them to spend their energy fucking Christy but he had no problem in the men marching their favorite dog up to his mouth or ass and watching them use him. Until then, only Willy and Red had been led behind him and goaded to poking the man's ass with their dick until they were humping like he was their last bitch. As they popped their knots in and out of his chute Christy came to believe he would never again be in control of his body. For three days he had involuntarily orgasmed and came in puddles on the floor that either he or the dogs had been told to lap up. Now, with one dog after another humping his raw and puffy ass he seemed to be in a constant state of spewing cum. When the cajun heard the orders from the NARC with the bullhorn he told his men to unload their piss in the captives mouth and sit down below their assigned window. The dogs that had been orderly in their march to relief were now let loose to use Christy at will. Red would mount his face unload his cum and lay down ten feet away for five minutes before returning. Christy found the watery cum less and less tasty as the big dog drained himself. The men inside the cabin didn't answer the NARC, the dogs had become quiet and a tension settled in the forest that meant only one thing to anyone familiar with using a rifle to kill another man. Both sides waited for the first shot to be fired, neither group knew how much of a force they faced. Four days and one hour after he was first introduced to a dick in his ass Christy passed out from the torture of one dog knot after another. He heard none of the shooting, men screaming or dogs howling in pain. The NARC that had lost his best friend had seen movement in the cabin through the slats and opened fire. That shot was diverted by the slat and hit the metal frame of the cot where Christy lay passed out before richochetting past the dogs. The wild shot started the fight that was soon claiming victim after victim. Dogs, drug growers and cops were hit. The shooting continued for as long as the men inside the cabin had ammunition. The NARC's and DG had gathered extra ammunition from the fallen lawmen before they had encircled the cabin. Even though there were no more shots coming from the drug growers the NARC's and DG waited until the backup arrived before attempting to open the cabin door. Three helicopters had landed on the pipeline, the vet was caring for wounded dogs, a doctor and medic had quickly assessed the condition of the two men they would have to send in the medivac and the extra Rangers had moved into position around the cabin. The uninjured NARC filled in the lead Ranger and the three men that had fought to take the cabin stood back with rifles raised as the rangers burst through the door. DG and the two NARC's had stood behind the entering Rnagers and the only thing they could see in the cabin was a coon hound pounding away at a cot. The unusual sight soon coalesced for all the lawmen, the dog was pounding his knot into a naked man tied to the cot. DG was in the cabin before he saw that the man being fucked was Christy. The other men in the cabin were not moving, though one was groaning. The other dogs all ran out the door as the men entered. There were Rangers snickering at the plight of the captive, but none were able to help him as the coon hound continued pounding away. Someone threw a bucket of cold water at the dog and he finally dismounted and ran from the room. The officer in charge cursed the man that had thrown the water for destroying evidence. DG ran from the cabin to get the doctor he'd been told would be by the clearing. When they returned to the cabin Christy was trying to wake but was making no sense to any of the men standing around.