Date: Fri, 30 Nov 2007 23:55:20 -0600 From: charles Turner Subject: Home Again: Going to Work 11 Warning! Warning! What follows is a story of dog on male sex, dominance, homosexuality, watersports and various other alternative sexual practices. If it is illegal in your area to read about this close the page and write your congressperson. If you are disturbed by this type of activities I hope you find something more to your tastes elsewhere. This is the continuing tale of Dan, Rafa, Cho, Sean and Ivan, various other dogs and people and is within a few months of present time. This set of the story will probably end about the middle of June, once I have finished them I will add what has happened in June through November if I don't return to writing my other stories. As I've stated before, I will allow those that wish to believe this is fiction to do so but I will attempt to tell the story the best I can remember it happening. Going to Work 11 "Does this mean you're happy or that you want to be a slave?" I could see the smile on his face and knew there was not a chance in the world that he was going to pass on the chance to becoming more than my slave. "There's lube in the first drawer. I don't want to hurt you, this time." "Dan, if fucking me in my bed with suntan oil didn't hurt me and I'm taking the initiative today I think you should know my answer." Yes, we screwed and sucked a few more times that Sunday and finally Keith had the chance to mount me. We didn't get dressed and we only got out of bed to cook. The promise I'd made to Keith that he would be getting dog dick before the weekend was forgotten in our rush to talk and learn about each other. We left the house the same time on Monday morning, me to the University, Keith headed to the next town over to see about technical school and the possibility of continueing a program of mechanics that he had started in high school. I would have liked to see him at the university but he didn't have an interest in 'books' and hoped to one day work on race cars, like half the men around here he's a NASCAR fanatic. The way he tells it, he wasn't more than half way from the parking lot to the admin building when he ran into one of his father's Klan buddies. Within an hour the man had gotten all his paperwork approved, tran-script entered and father's approval for billing. By lunch time he had found a room to stay in during the week and headed back to pick up clothes and tools. I helped him with some necessities at K-Mart and Walmart, schoold would only last for eighteen months and he could throw the stuff away after that rather than bring it home. For the first two weeks of November we followed the schedule, school during the week, mastery on Friday and Saturday and Loving on Sunday and starting over on Monday. On November 20th I artrived at the trailor to be met by Keith, he was sitting inside the door with collar and leash waiting for me. He nuzzled up against me like he needed a good hug and some loving, but I was not certain I wanted to break our agreement and allow him to speak other than Sunday. Unsure of how to progress I sat on the sofa and told him to stretch out with his head in my lap. My hand had gotten as far as his butt when he asked if he could speak. I had promised him that every time he asked to speak that he would be punished. Only once before had I used this as an escuse, on other nights I had enjoyed warming his butt with a ping pong paddle, various kitchen instruments, a quirt that Rafa had left with me and a fraternity paddle that I had once seized as a TA. Only two days earlier we had built a frame and platform in the backyard to be used the day I wanted to escalate the pain. The foreshadowing of a severe punishment session took me from three quarter hard to a painful erection, there was only one way to deal with that type of erection and Keith would be extremely happy when I was finished. "Master, I don't want to stay an hour away from you. I want to move in. I don't care what you do to me, it can't be worse than the loneliness of living so far away." He hadn't waited for approval and his words were jumbled, but I completely understood the concept; I too was feeling the agony of separation every night I slept without him. Mine was not as harsh as his, I still had Sean and Ivan to keep me warm and satisfied. "Master, may I move back here?" I wanted him in my life more than three nights a week, but we had an agreement that he would go to school and with gas being so expensive I couldn't see him driving the Camaro back and forth everyday, 120 miles in that car was close to thirty dollars a day, twice what he was paying for a room. I can't afford the gas and his father wouldn't pay for it. He can't hold down a job and go to school and travel every day, I had to say no. I wanted to accommodate our loneliness, but his choice wasn't to be. "We will talk about this later." With that I led Keith to the backyard and motioned to a bullwhip hanging by the door. "After you left yesterday morning your father showed up with that. He gave it to me and made me promise that you would be well disciplined and taught your place in society. "Now fetch it." I went to fasten cuffs to the frame that hadn't yet been used other than a few minutes while Keith had lain against it on Sunday. The previous night I had learned that the sound the whip makes scared the dogs, so they were left inside. Keith had not been given the order to stand, he was having difficulty figuring out how to carry the whip and travell the length of the yard. I had carefully tied the length of leather together so that he could carry it in his mouth, but he had yet to find the knot that would allow that. When I walked over to him and held the know out to his mouth he understood and flinched as I said he had earned another ten lashes. He hadn't heard how many I planned on giving him, so telling him an extra ten really meant nothing more than the pyschological effect. It had been seven or eight years since I had played with a bull whip, but a few minutes the previous night had brought back most of what I knew. It didn't make me an expert at placing the tip where I wanted it to go. With that in mind I had decided that precautions were necessary, first I put a hood over his head and second I pulled his dick through a hole we'd made in the frame and tied it into place. Maybe I should have protected his balls, but I wanted to hang a weight on them that would hold what I thought I could use as a target. As I let my hands roam over the impecable skin and perfectly formed ass I was reluctant to begin the punishment that might leave permanent marks. From the moment Keith's father had handed me the whip I know the time would come rela-tively soon when I would be presented with the opportunity to use it. It was one of those moments in our relationship that caused me to wonder whether I was cut out to be a master and a lover. When I heard the first groan out of my slave I knew that some part of me would never again be satisfied with a relationship that did not include dominance and discipline. There is a lot I have to learn, how much Keith can tolerate, when a lesson is learned, where the line is for Keith between pain and ecstasy and when is enough for me? Thankfully after about thirty stripes to my slave's back, ass and legs we were interrupted by the arrival of Rosey. I hadn't heard his car pull up and didn't even notice him watching me until he spoke. His voice pulled me back from where I was, a place that might have allowed me to beat Keith senseless since I do not yet have enough discipline myself to control the situation. How Rosey and I ended up on the platform overlooking Keith I'm not certain, but I do remember unzipping Rosey's pants and fishing out his dick so we could spray twin streams of gold on his head and back. Keith was moaning, probably both from pleasure and the pain of our urine on the welts. Wherever I'd been I was back and the music of his moans was what I'd been after since the moment I first conceived of the frame we'd built. "Don't you think you ought to release him now?" I wished at that second that Rosey wasn't such a goody goody. "No, we'll let him get back some of his strength and then I should give him a bonus for what he has endured. Any ideas?" Rosey and I sat on the porch discussing Keith and what had transpired for fifteen or so minutes. After only one beer he told me that he needed to get back home, Dr. Dick had picked up a stallion that the owner wanted to have tested for sperm motility and health. Rosey was hoping to get the doctor to let him play with the stallion after the sperm test was complete. We laughed about him getting a pure white star and how odd it would look with his others, then he left. I was unfastening Keith when I finally decided what his present should be. Just like a parent that disciplines a child and then gives him a hug and kiss before sending him to bed I wanted Keith to know that what I did I did for his own good (sure my pleasure, but). "Slave, I want to be certain that you know what you've done. Is there any question in your mind that you disobeyed my intentions?" Immediately the slave answered. "Do you understand why you're being tied to the stake?" "Yes, sir." There wasn't as much certainty in his voice as I would have thought he'd have after the beating he had. I hadn't been sure I was going to continue his punishment, but his heistation decided that for me. Rosey and I had discussed the many options I might take, but the one option that kept coming up again and again was forcing Keith to rim the dogs. As much as I like the dogs and loved Griff and Cho, rimming a dog was not an activity that I thought to be acceptable. That's probably the wrong word, maybe inviting or exciting? So I thought that perhaps Keith would have the same way of looking at it. "Your punishment is not finished; stay on your hands and knees, I will be back in fifteen or twenty minutes to continue." I went into the house to have a beer and think about what I had decided. Was forcing my slave to rim a dog going too far, did he need more of a lesson than a beating would teach him. I had already decided that once his punishment was finished I was going to praise him for what he'd learned in such a short time and set first Ivan then Sean on his ass. I doubted that he would take either knot that night, so I wasn't worried about still being outside when it cooled off. But more than that I wondered if he was truly ready for what he had ori-ginally come to get. Most of what Keith wanted would be thought punishments by other slaves, piss, shit, felching, subbing for a horny dog. I was very fortunate that he came to me, there was little I could do that he would find unacceptable. The best part of that was that my ass would always be kept prepped and my bladder empty. I had spoke to Rosey about the lack of good names for a slave, the generic title slave did not seem adequately personal, his name too familiar and proper for the boy you might order to drink dog piss, suck a strange horse cock or lick the balls of a stray dog. We had discussed many choices that I had never thought about, but until I was reminded about an old slang term for a fine example I was undecided. Sitting alone in the kitchen with the dogs resting their heads on my lap I determined that there would no longer be a Keith in my home. Sean and I headed out back leaving Ivan alone in the house. As ordered my slave was on all fours waiting. If he knew what was coming I have no idea if he would have been standing so patiently. The wolfhound walked by my side without once trying to stick his snout in 'Daisy's' butt or crotch. All the implied and defined meanings of the name fit, there seemed to be nothing he liked better than sticking his sunny face in my ass. When I had Sean stop in front of my slave he tried looking up at me but knew immediately that he had made a mistake. "You have been telling me that you want to experience sex with a dog. After your punishment is finished I am going to allow you the first chance with a dog dick up your ass. I don't think you're ready for the knot so I'll try to hold him back, of course he might squeeze through my hand and batter his way into your chute." It was just a little bit of psychological banter intended to put Daisy on edge. One of the hints that Rosey had taught me about accepting horse dicks and bigger than normal dogs was to use Preparation H Cooling Gel, not only was it a good lubricant, but it helped to prevent irritation and swelling. After I ordered 'Daisy' to rim Sean I stepped behind them and began working a large dollop of the gel into his chute with two fingers. As I've always said, getting one finger in leads to two and two leads to the desire for a fist. That time I was much more interested in watching 'Daisy' work his tongue in and out of Sean's asshole. It was both demeaning and ex-citing, I had never seen a human returning the pleasure our friends gave and to see my slave with his mouth glued to Sean's ass was unbelievably enjoyable. I feared that I was going to shoot a load with my fingers buried and eyes glued forward. What I had hoped 'Daisy' would think of as punishment did not seem to be affecting him like that, he was eagerly slurping and sucking at the Russian Wolfhound's hole like he had found a new ambrosia supplied by the God of Manna and Honey. Even as I tried calling Sean to come to 'Daisy's' butt my slave hungrily tried to keep his tongue in action. The Wolfhound was ready to screw. His dick was not the pink bone that precedes fucking but the red and purple swollew shaft that was going to stretch out the slave's hole. I had carried a towel out from the kitchen and before Sean mounted 'Daisy' threw it on his back to protect the new welts from further irritation. My slave screamed as Sean aimlessly poked between his legs and only when the dog hit home did he stop the short yelps and give out a yell worthy of a man that was submitting his ass to his first brutal animal fuck. I had truly intended to hold back the knot from entering 'Daisy' but the throbbing pleasure that pulsed outward from his prostrate distracted my attention and only as Sean was punching at the ass under him with the knot did I remember my promise. My slave had been vocal when I was screwing him, but with Sean pounding away on top and in him he was loud enough that I worried the biddy at the end of the stree would wander over to find out what the problem was. There was only one solution and that demanded that I gave up on holding Sean back. It was probably simultaneous with my dick hitting his tonsils that his ass gave way and allowed Sean full entry. It was definitely the most that 'Daisy' had ever had in his ass and the first time that he was forced to concentrate on working both ends of his body, the tears that were flowing down his cheeks were not of pain or dis-comfort. It was the most visible way 'Daisy' had of displaying his pleasure since he had cum in the grass. I was unable to hold off as long as I would have liked. Sean had turned to tie with 'Daisy' and my slave worked with every muscle in his jaws and face to get my load of cum and then begged for a piss chaser. I didn't believe that he was still anxious for more, but when I let Ivan out of the house 'Daisy' knew exactly what I wanted to see and attached his mouth to the dog's ass and tried to worm all three inches of tongue inside. I couldn't doubt if I had him continue rimming the dogs that they would soon be begging to bwe mounted too. After all Cho had done them both and what better way was there to have your cherry burst?