Date: Sun, 25 Nov 2007 14:35:36 -0600 From: charles Turner Subject: Home Again: Going to Work 9 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 9 "Bitch, you gonna get me off?" I know he was trying to lighten the mood, but it struck me wrong and I asked Rosey to leave me alone. For a night that had started so nicely it sure ended up a mess. I had thought that I would finally get to ream out Keith's ass and ended up nearly breaking his jaw. Keith and Rosey both got some dog dick, I was left frustrated after being erect for nearly an hour without relief. I spent the evening and most of the night thinking about ways to punish Keith, not worrying about his feelings. Classes the next day were sparsely attended, I was pleased that I didn't prepare lectures for the day. Even the students that showed up were hungover or list-less. After the first class of noncooperation and participation I decided to try an experiment and ran off thirty sex practices on a single sheet of paper, divided the rest of the sheet in three columns and handed them out to the kids that were supposedly studying public health. There was onl one or two answers that really interested me that day, I was worrying about Keith and if I'd see him again. When I first entered college I had ready a similar study to the quick, short survey I was taking. The biggest difference other than the number of people answering the questions is that my students are basicly from the countryside around the town, small one light towns, farming communities and even some hill-billies. I had often heard that if you spoke to people that were raised closer to the earth you would get more acceptance of bestiality and some types of homo-sexuality. My unscientific survey meant to foster discussion very much agrees with the common knowledge, of the guys answering the survey about seventy some percent had a positive attitude about women having sex with dogs or horses. Women answered about half of that. For guys answering about men having sex with animals the percentage with a positive attiude was only about thirty percent, much higher than the six percent I remembered from the earlier study which had been done across a varied population. The women didn't have much tolerance for men that have sex with horses, less than ten percent, but men with dogs didn't turn them away nearly as much twenty percent. The surveys did what I expected and the remaining classes were much more spirited than the first of the day. As soon as the last class was over for the day I left, not sticking around for office hours. The weather was fair enough when I got to the trailor that I decided to take Ivan and Sean for a walk in the woods. I thought that it would probably one of the last we would get before hunting season began. When I first moved to the trailor Albert and Dr. Dick gave me a house warming present, a pair of leggings for the hounds so they could run through the weeds and fields without getting totally tangled in briars and stickers. The leggings looked rather strange, but they would save me hours of combing and brushing. I could have gotten by with shorts and a two strapper, but I threw on a pair of Levi's and Tee-shirt. For the first time I left the trailor and headed towards the farm that I could see out the back and from where Keith spied on me. I couldn't keep the boys on a leash in the woods, but I tried my best to keep them close. I didn't want them to take off after a deer or one of the local coyotes. If they took off and left me they might run for hours before stopping. Russian and Irish Wolfhounds were known to chase deer till the prey died from broken hearts. After about forty minutes we came out on the driveway leading to the farm and I decided I could stand to walk without having to force my way through weeds and underbrush. I sat on the hard ground and called Sean and Ivan to sit by me, we weren't resting for more than three minutes when I heard the hard panting of a runner coming around out of the next stretch of trees. As the man emerged from the shadows the dogs both took off, ignoring my yells. I tried getting to my fett but the three of them were on me and we were in a tangle in the roadway before I managed it. I hadn't really gotten a look at the man, but my hands knew immediately that I was rolling on the ground with Keith. "Stop." All three of them halted in place. As I looked around me, all I could see was hard dicks and quivering balls. "I see that everyone is happy to see me." It took us a few minutes of tumbling and groping to sort out our limbs and get to our feet. "Keith, I am still angry at you. You do understand, that don't you?" "Yes." "Do you understand that I'm serious about what I told Roosevelt last night? I am going to train you to be my slave." I looked directly into his eyes and waited for him to dare to refute that he wanted to become a sex slave. I knew it the first night we talked and having seen him use his mouth in every way I'd ordered only confirmed my impressions. "Yes." I didn't have anything to punish him with at hand unless I tore a switch from a tree, but I knew how much pressure he would be able to stand when I grabbed his teat and twisted. "What did you say?" "Yes." "What?" I increased the pain by twisting the other teat the opposite direction. "Yes." He screamed his answer as if I had been unable to hear him. "I can hear you. You just don't have it right." "What do you want, sir?" "That's it. Anytime you answer me,it's yes sir. There is no other acceptable answer from a slave." "Yes, sir." ""Did I ask a question?" "No sir, I mean Yes sir, no." "Unless you're asked a question you don't talk. I will let you know when you may speak freely and then you may only speak in the third person, never using the word I. I will also let you know when you can wear clothes and now isn't one of those times." He didn't have on anything except a pair of nylon running shorts that had crept up into his ass, but I needed him to understand that he was under my control. After one look back the way he had come running he pulled the shorts off and tried to hand them to me. "Slave, I don't want them. Throw them in the ditch." Anytime Sean and Ivan see things being thrown they try to grab it and between them rip it to shreds. Keith had seen them tear up his jockstrap and now he was going to see his shorts go the same way. "Watch them tear up your shorts, slave. Even Sean and Ivan agree that you shouldn't be wearing clothes. Of course that's because they like licking your dick and ass; me, it's because you need to show respect to your master. So is my slave ready to spend the weekend on his lessons?" Keith obviously wanted to say something more than the prescribed answer, however he obeyed his lesson and remained silent. With the dogs dancing around us, we made our way to the farmhouse where Keith had grown up and still lived. The house and barn both looked in worse shape than what I had assumed looking across the field, they needed a team of carpenters and painters. Even then they might not be salvageable. The house was an almost perfect duplicate of the one where I grew up except for not being divided into two. "We need to get your collar and leash and then a toothbrush. If you have another jockstrap that would be good also, you might need it tomorrow for a few minutes." As soon as we stepped onto the side porch I put him on his knees. I didn't know if there was anyone in the house, but he now belonged to me and I didn't really care as long as he had committed to being my slave. We went through a creking door into the kitchen devoid of furnishings other than a small round table, two ladderback chairs, a gas stove and a porcelin sink fitted into an ancient dry sink. Clear of furnishings the room had been whitewashed recently and the floor scrubbed so many times that the wood floor showed signs of bleaching. Keith led me to the second floor where we went into the bathroom. After twenty questions I learned everything I wanted to know about his hygienic practices including his enjoyment of using Cottonelle damp wipes on his ass. I hadn't thought to shave him until we had been together gor at least a month, I changed my mind and had him lean over the iron tub and using his father's straight edge removed the little hair he had between the globes of his ass. Afterwards I warned him that if he disrespected any of my friends again he would lose the complete pubic crown. That idea brought his dick to attention. On hands and knees with his dick dragging on the steps it was difficult and slow going for Keith to lead me to his room on the third floor. Much like the kitchen his room was minimally furnished, a single bed without a headboard or pushed against one wall, a five drawer dresser at the end of the room, an open bookcase beside the doorway and a round table and lamp beside the bed. On the table lay his collar and the lock. I had to look around the room for a few minutes to see that the leash was on the middle shelf of the narrow bookcase in front of a lineup of tanning products. The shelves held the only non-essentials in the room. There was no rug and only a thin blanket on the bed. While Keith fetched his collar I looked at the bookcase, Keith could have been ashamed or apologetic about the circumstances of his life but he didn't say a word. There weren't many books on the shelfs, but there was a picture that I picked up. Staring on a burning cross and a tree with a noose was Dr. Anstieff and the Admiral. The irony of the leader of the Klan raising the boy that was now my slave started me laughing so hard that I dropped on to the bed. It was difficult for me to start talking to Keith , still I had wrapped myself around him and rolling around on the bed finally began to explain what Rosey and I had been talking about the previous night was Halsey not his father. In the eight or nine times I had seen Anstieff at a gathering I had never seen him with his dick out or his mouth doing more than ordering people around. As far as I knew Keith's father was asexual, the only thing I knew was that he enjoyed wat-ching Halsey taking one person after another and only let the white shepard fuck, no one I knew had seen anyone being allowed to blow him. The eroticism of holding Keith in his own bed and treating him like a slave under the roof where he had lived his life was too much to resist. I laid back and ordered my slave to undress me feet first. I didn't even think about the fact that Anstieff would be finished with his classes soon or that there were no interior doors in the house. It felt right to me that Keith lost what he had brought me a week earlier in his own bed. With eery piece of clothing he removed Keith become more eager and the tongue bath I'd demanded became more thorough and intense. There was nothing on the night table that could be used as lubricant, until I remembered the suntan oil I worried that I would be thwarted by that lack. I didn't want to take him the first time with only spit and a promise. He would have fetched the bottle. I wanted to look at him on the bed and let him see what he had coming, he had sucked me and licked me from one end to the other, still when you're contemplating a dick going in your ass it seems longer and thicker, the proverbial telephone pole. If I hadn't had an STD and HIV test returned the day before I couldn't have risked using him with a condom. The extra friction of the rubber might be good for some men and neutral for others, for me? I hate them. Both as the recipient and the fucker, rubbers bunch? Or tear? Or grate? Let's just say I find them uncomfortable in my ass. Not too bad to jack off in, that is the total of their utility as far as my ass and dick are concerned. A bad attitude for someone in the public health field, I know. Maybe, a bad attitude for anyone in these days. Keith had his knees bent and his ass lifted off the sheet by the time I crawled between his legs. He knew what was coming and there was a smile stretched wide across his face. I already knew he was going to be tight, the first time my fingers had touched his hole I could barely push in to the first joint. Getting my six and a half inches in the virgin ass was going to take time and patience. Slowly and gently I worked the oil around and then into his asshole, what is it about assholes that once you have a second finger inside you want to work a third in and the a fourth and before you know it you want to have your whole hand inside the man in front of you? When I thougt I might have enough oil in him I gave Keith the order to oil my dick. I wasn't expecting it to feel so much like a massage and masturbation, he nearly had me pumping out cum before I was in him. While I always prefer to be fucked doggy style (surprised?) I much prefer to fuck missionary. I want to see the look on his face and feel his cock against my stomach beside thinking I can get further inside as I unfailingly am capable of feeling bone hitting bone that way. If really carried away kissing is not out of the question, it is much easier on the fuckee and can be prolonged if you wish. Most of the time taking a virgin ass I would have suggested he be on top, except this was sealing a coventant between us about our places in the rela-tionship, mine as master and his as slave so that wasn't an option. I was trying to open Keith up slowly and easily but I have a greedy slave who wanted it all and wanted it now. I felt my nuts slapping against my slave's butt when I heard a dog running up the stairs followed by a heavier thumping. There was nothing I could do but pray that the person would stop on a lower floor. Keith was frantically bouncing his back and ass on the single bed basically using my dick as a dildo to fuck himself with. "Well, I guess I've been right all these years, you are a little faggot. Dan, I'm surprised you would fuck my son, but that better than hanging around with that nigger friend of yours. Has it been your place he's been sneaking off to for the last week?" "Anstieff, leave us alone. Your son is learning what it is to be fucked and doesn't need his father to be spying on him." There was no way I was going to let him intimidate me and I wanted him to know that I had claimed his son and would do what I wanted with him. "He's stil in my house. Until he moves out he does as I say." I wondered how angry the father really could get, considering his own activities with his dog and other men. "That's not a problem. If he learns to be a good slave he'll be moving in with me. Then he will do as I say and only what I say." I hadn't even thought about the idea of asking Keith to move in with me and wasn't really sure I wanted to have another man move in with me so quickly after Tim moved out, but I spoke and I knew there was no backing down. "Let's get him in school and he can stay here on the nights he's not with you." I had nodded my haead at the suggestion, I am always a sucker for a higher edu-cation. Not only that but a sucker for most any dick that is stuck in my face, which is exactly what Anstieff did. The gene that had determined Keith would have a short dick came from his faher and had been tempered by his mother, Anstieff only had three thin inches that he couldn't keep from prematurely ejaculating on my tongue.