Date: Tue, 1 Jan 2013 16:07:47 -0800 (PST)
From: Oreguy <oreguybf@yahoo.com>
Subject: In Back of the Bar Part 2 (beastiality)

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In Back of the Bar Part 2

His head felt like someone had run him over with a truck.  The pounding was
intense as his brain began to lift from the heavy fog that had consumed
him. As he tried to stand up, he realized that he could not move his arms
or his legs. He was bent over something and his arms and legs were
restrained at the wrist and ankles.  He could also feel something like a
wide heavy belt was around his midsection that left him immobilized.

The fear began to take over and he tried to scream out, but no noise came
as he felt the fabric in his mouth muffling all noise he could make. He
could not see because of the cloth that was over his eyes.  Quickly, he
realized that struggling and trying to scream only made his head throb and
pound even more.  The thumping in his head would win out against his need
to get away from the position he was in.  As he laid there in defeat, all
he could think to himself was, "Fuck!"

"OK John.  You need to think," he thought to himself. Through the haze in
his brain he tried to remember how he had gotten here.  The abject terror
of his situation made it tough, but he forced himself to think clearly, or
as clearly as he could.

Even though it made no difference with the blindfold on, John closed his
eyes to attempt to piece together what he could remember.  His brain felt
like it was wrapped in cotton balls and had a dull ache to it.  He took in
a deep breath and focused all of his will on trying to remember.

As he replayed the events of the bar in his head, it brought some sense of
peace to him to know why he was in this position and where he was.  John
reasoned to himself that he was smart and could get out of this situation.
Even though the massive biker had figured out he was a fag, he could still
outwit a biker surely! The air was still muggy and warm on his skin and it
was that exact moment he realized he was also naked on whatever device he
was strapped to. This changed things.

Before he could get too caught up in his panic, again, he heard a door open
and a set of boots walking up to him.

"Was wondering when my new bitch was going to wake up?" the voice said
confidently.  It was the massive, yet handsome, biker that John had been
speaking to.

John felt the massive man's hand on his neck gently and stroking the back
of his head the way a person would stroke a dog's head.

"That's a good boy.  No sense struggling as you are tied down really well
to the breeding bench."

John cringed hearing the words "breeding bench."  He knew what was in store
for him for certain now.  He was fairly certain this was why he was tied
down, but now, he knew.  He was going to be fucked and bred.  The thought
of this massive man breeding him sent a shiver through his body that went
straight to his cock. It began to grow, but then felt odd, then somewhat
painful.

His cock seemed to be trapped in something that wasn't allowing it to gain
full hardness and the harder he got, the harder it tugged on his balls.  It
wasn't painful really, just uncomfortable and surprising.  The massive man
chuckled.

"I see the bitch is trying to get hard.  Don't worry your pretty little
head over it bitch, the chastity device will keep you from getting hard."

Chastity?!  That's what it was that was encasing his cock.  John had seen
these devices on the internet and had thought about playing with them but
never summoned the courage to actually order one and use it. John let out a
small groan and let his head fall.

The biker sensing the last bit of resolve leaving John's body smiled to
himself and ran his hand down the back of his new bitch.  This was easier
than he was expecting.  He thought that since John had put up an initial
struggle that he would get a bit more fight out of him. Part of him was
disappointed that he wasn't struggling more, as he liked breaking in a new
bitch, but the other part of him was pleased because it meant less effort
was going to have to be made in training him to be what the biker needed
him to be.

John's soft skin felt good under his rough hand. He admired the perfection
of the skin and thought to himself that it wasn't going to stay that way
for long.  He scratched John's lower back, right above his ass and heard
John let out a whimper.  If John could have raised his ass in the air he
would have.

The biker sensing John's reaction placed on thick digit on John's tight
hole and started stroking it gently. The gentleness surprised John but the
moan that he let out didn't surprise the biker.

"Awe.  Look at that.  The bitch likes his cunt stroked."

John cringed hearing this, but knew it was all too true.  He did like
having his hole touched and played with. His body and its reactions were
telling the truth to the biker. His hole opened slightly and twitched and
involuntarily tried to accept the finger into him.  This time, it was the
biker who let out a moan, except, he didn't try to hide it.

"That's right baby, try to get my finger into your hungry little twat."

John couldn't move. His every movement was restricted, even the growth of
his penis.  The only thing he could do was raise his head and twitch his
hole. His whimpers of frustration were growing louder and his head bobbed
up and down with every touch of the biker.

"This is the way it's going to work, bitch," the biker began with a slow
confidence and continue stroking of John's hole. Biker wet his finger in
his mouth and reapplied it to John's quivering hole as he continued to
speak.

"It was obvious to me from the moment you walked through the doors that you
were a fag bitch.  Now, someone would see this as a bad thing.  Not me.
It's not easy to find real fag bitches that need their cunts used by males
to feel complete."  Biker looked down and saw the pussy twitching in front
of him.  "Such a damn fine sight," he told himself.  And a damn good sign!

"You will get to a place, and very soon, where you will want to bond with
me and be mine. Before that can happen though, you are going to have to
accept your place."

John's head was clearing up from the chemical used to knock him out, but
his head was still swimming from hearing this masculine man's words and his
finger dancing at his pussy.  John realized the man's words were not forced
or were not dripping with testosterone.  In all actuality, it had a
confidence to them that simply stated things as they were.  The biker was
convinced of the outcome already.  His voice was calm and almost hypnotic.

"I'm not going to rape you, as you may think.  I'm far too much a gentleman
for that.  You will be begging me though. Your begging will be from your
soul.  Not just your horny body.  But you will crave being my bitch and the
bitch for my boys and my pack."

Had John had his wits about him, he would have questioned the words of
Biker more.  But as it was, he was dripping pre cum like a faucet out of
his chastity and his hole was opening and trying to get that meaty digit in
him.

"However, my pack wont be so nice.  You see, they don't see consent the way
you and I, or my boys, do.  They see a pussy and just need to breed it."

As Biker said, "breed," John let out a moan and then a gasp as Biker slid
his thick finger all the way into John's quivering hole. Truth be told, he
didn't really stick it in as much as he allowed John's cunt to suck it into
him.

Biker's finger was carefully exploring the velvety softness of John's ass
as John whimpers and moaned loudly into his gag. John could sense something
else in the room but couldn't see who it was.  That was until he felt a
rough tongue licking the length of his face.

Biker could feel John's body tense up.  Biker knew that John had finally
made the connection between pack and the dog that was now licking his
face. John didn't try to thrash, his body was just tense.  He could feel
the hole gripping his digit tightly.  Truth be told, Biker knew John was
going to take a mounting if he wanted it or not, but he was interested to
see how the bitch was going to process this new fact.

John's mind was racing fast.  The fact as he knew it was that he was meant
to be fucked by a dog. A pack of dogs. Dogs. Plural.  Even though his mind
was racing at the thought of this new revelation, his hole kept massaging
the thick finger of Biker and was not shying away from the licks of the dog
in front of him.  His balls were still pumping out a steady stream of clear
pre-cum.

Biker knew what was going through John's mind at that moment.  He could see
the connections John was making through his body language.

"Have you ever been bred to a dog before, boy?"

John slowly turned his head from side to side, knowing that he couldn't
respond.

"You know what I mean when I say you will be a bitch for my pack now, don't
you?" John said cooly while rubbing John's prostate.

John slowly moved his head up and down indicating that he knew.  This
brought a smile to Biker's face because John's cunt was still working
Biker's finger like a cock in a cunt.  He wasn't trying to struggle.

"Have you ever thought about being bred to a dog like a bitch?"

John shook his head side to side with more emphasis to show that he hadn't.
The thought had never crossed his mind in all honesty.  He had seen dogs
mating before and was not ignorant of a dogs sexual prowess.  He just
didn't think of it in sexual terms for himself.  He never thought of
himself being in that particular position.

"It doesn't matter. Thought of it or not.  Wanted it or not.  You will be
my packs new bitch and you will be begging for them soon enough my fine new
bitch."

The smiles could be heard in his voice.  John didn't need eyes to know it
was there.  John was in a state of sensory overload.  Whatever Biker was
doing to him has his cunt wet and his cock drooling.  The dog at his face
licked all over it and at his neck.

When the dog began licking his neck, Biker hit a spot in his pussy that
sent a shiver from the base of his neck all the way to his toes.  He had
never felt it before.  He felt a small spasm inside his hole and an
involuntary clamping around the thick digit, or was it two digits now.  He
couldn't tell nor did he care.

"No fucking way I'm that lucky," Biker said in a low growl as he flicked
the same some again with a bit more pressure this time as the dog continue
to lick at John's neck.

John felt a warmth and heat begin in his pussy that he had never felt
before.  Another flick of Biker's hand and this warmth turned into a fire
that radiated out from his pussy to avery inch of his body causing his
whole body to spasm.  The pleasure was intense and washed over his bound
body in waves.  His cunt spasmed and released and spasmed and released over
and over again.  He couldn't breathe for a moment as his body went rigid.

"I'll be a son of a bitch!  You're having pussy orgasms, bitch!"

John didn't know what it was but he wanted more of them.  His mind and his
body wanted that warm feeling again that radiated and penetrated every inch
of his body.  Biker softly dug in a little further and hit another
undiscovered spot in John's cunt.  Another wave washed over his body and
the spasm release cycle happened again.  John could tell there was a change
in Biker's tone and the intensity in which he was feeling John's body.

"You're getting fucking wet in your cunt dude. I've heard of fags like you
but haven't ever seen it.  Fuck!  I didn't believe it was possible!"

Biker inserted another finger into John's quivering flesh easily as it was
sucking it in.  Each spasm of John's hole massaged the fingers inside.
Biker sat there, almost mesmerized, by the sensation and feelings he
watching and participating in. John didn't seem to need the encouragement
other than the fingers dancing inside of him and the dog licking him.

Biker called the dog to him.  John didn't know that it was medium sized
chocolate lab, but he could tell when the tongue stopped licking him.  The
dog went to his Master easily enough and looked at John's hole invaded by
the three fingers.

"Want a taste of this pussy, boy?" John asked the dog lovingly.  His tail
wagged furiously as his nose went to where his Master's fingers were buried
in and moving.  He gave a sniff and then a tentative lick around the
fingers.  The sensation was too much and sent John over the edge again with
yet another orgasm.  The chastity device was overflowing with pre-cum and
started to leak out the piss hole in a steady stream.

"Goddamn it.  How are you doing that?  I've only ever felt that in a real
pussy!"

Biker wasn't expecting a reply from John who was too busy moaning and
groaning into his gag while the dog licked at his hole which was wrapped
around Biker's fingers.  John wanted to scream out, "FUCK ME," but all he
could manage was very excitable noises from behind his gag.

The dog was dancing around and Biker could see some of his red cock poking
out of the furry sheath underneath.  He didn't want to remove his fingers
in the fear that what he was feeling around them wouldn't happen again.
Biker had to collect himself and moved his fingers around inside the wet
and warm cavern.

"Ok bitch.  This here is Tonka.  He's going to get the pleasure of breaking
you in.  He's not the biggest in the pack, but he's the sweetest of them
all.  I want your cherry popping to be something you'd remember with
fondness."

Without ceremony he slowly pulled his fingers from John's cunt.  Tonka
great eat length of the fingers with his tongue cleaning them.  Once they
were all out, John felt surprisingly empty and wanted them back inside of
him.  He knew that he wasn't going to have those fantastic orgasms without
something inside of him.

John felt Biker smack his ass and tell Tonka, "Up," and he felt for the
first time the warm furry body on top of him. about the same time Tonka
hopped up on top of John, Biker removed the blindfold.

"I want to see your eyes when Tonka knots you, bitch."

The world was fairly blurry after being blindfolded, but John didn't have
much time to think about it as Tonka hopped up again and starting thrusting
around John's ass.

Tonka jabbed John in the ass cheek's with his cock, causing John to wince a
little.

"Oh yeah.  Dog's have a bone in their cock.  Hence, boner.  Don't worry
about lube, but the time he gets long enough to really get at your pussy he
will have shot pre-cum all over you to lube ya up."

John could feel little spots of warmth and liquid on his ass.  At first, he
thought that Tonka was already cumming and a part of him was disappointed.
Tonka hopped back down licked at John's cunt one more time and jumped back
up and this time found the target and slipped his cock inside the tight
bitch cunt.

John's eye's shot open and Biker's eye's lit up.

"He found your cunt." Biker looked at Tonka and said, "Give it to the new
bitch Tonka.  Go on, get you some pussy boy!"

John bit down hard on the gag feeling Tonka fucking him.  John had only
been fucked a handful of times and nothing like he was getting at that
moment.

John felt Tonka's front legs wrapped around his waist using it for leverage
and pounding into his bitches pussy with alarming strength and speed.  The
warm fur on his back felt nice but the scratching from the dew claws was
not so nice.  John could feel them digging into him.  The ferocity of the
fucking was new as well.

He could swear he could feel Tonka getting longer and thicker with each
thrust of his cock into him. He wasn't sure he could handle it all and was
struggling to breathe from the pain he was in.  Biker looked at the bitch
and frowned a little and fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a little
brown bottle and shook it up.

"I think you could use a little bit of help there bitch."

John could smell the chemical under his nose and began to panic.  He didn't
want to be made unconscious again.  There was no telling, in his mind, what
could happen while he was out.  He had no choice but to inhale the strong
smelling fumes in the small brown bottle.

After only a few seconds of smelling it, John noticed he was relaxing and a
warm funny feeling was traveling down his body and straight to his pussy.
What was hurting was now feeling really good to him as Tonka laid into him
hard and strong.

If John were a betting man, he would have bet that Tonka's cock was about 7
inches long and not quite as thick as a man's cock.  Tonka was hitting all
of his sweet spots and could feel that warm tingling inside his pussy
again.

"That's it bitch.  Go ahead and come for the stud that's mounting you.
That's it Tonka, give her what she needs.  Give her your big boy cock."

Listening to Biker talk sent John over the edge and he had a hard and long
pussy orgasm the pulled on Tonka's cock and spasmed around it.  As if Tonka
understood his Master, he let out a bark and a whimper.

"Yeah buddy.  I bet she feels fucking great on your cock! Go on boy.  Knot
your bitch"

This was the second time John had heard the word knot.  He knew what it
was. The large bulb at the base of a dogs cock that locked inside the bitch
to make sure she would take all of his seed and impregnate her.  John was
certain that wasn't going to happen with him though. There was no way that
the knot would get all the way.... IN!

John let out a scream and tears filled his eyes.  Biker fumbled with the
bottle of poppers and put it under John's nose.  But it seemed too late.
The tearing at John's pussy was devastating to him.  He could feel the knot
slip in and then out each time painfully expanding his ass lips.

"Don't worry bitch.  Tonka here will have you feeling good in just a
moment."

The poppers kicked in and John started to feel a little better as now Tonka
was too big to come back out of his ass.  Tonka's knot wasn't that big.
About the size of a lemon.  Tonka began to slow his thrusts down once he
felt the knot was stuck inside his bitch.  That's when Tonka began to shoot
deep inside John.  Biker could tell because John started moaning again and
his eyes were brighter.

"Tonka is filling you full of his puppies isn't he bitch?" Biker looked on
with a look of pride in his dog. "That's right Tonka, fill your new bitch
up with your puppies buddy!"

John couldn't say anything and this time it wasn't from the gag.  John
couldn't say anything because every time Tonka would blast a load of cum in
his pussy, he felt this tremendous vibration run through his whole body
that took him to another plane of existence.  His whole body spasmed with
relief and with joy. John's gag was completely soaked with his spit and
drool was going down the corner's of his mouth.

"Tonka, I think your bitch is in love!" John said with a laugh and looked
John in the eyes.  "Do you like your new lover, bitch?"

John could feel his pussy working the bulb of the knot in tandem with
Tonka's discharge.  He smiled a big smile and shook his head slowly.

Biker leaned over and scratched behind John's ears like he would one of the
dogs. John found his head leaning into the scratch and closing his
eyes. Biker could see John's hole milking Tonka's knot as Tonka swung his
leg over John's body.

John's eye's sprung open and the joy was masked with sheer pain and a bit
of terror at that point.

"Don't you worry your pretty little head boy.  Ole Tonka is just turning
and you best get used to that feeling.  All of the pack will turn on you
like that.  Helps them to unload their balls in your cunt better."

John let out a whimper and then realized that the turning only hurt for a
moment, though it did feel like Tonka was trying to turn his ass with him.
After a few moments, the pulsing continued and he was back in heaven.

Biker looked underneath John and smiled at the large puddle of liquid on
the ground that came from John's cock.  From the look of his cock, it had
retreated up into John and Biker couldn't see it.  He reached back his hand
and lightly stroked John's balls which made John clamped down harder on
Tonka's throbbing knot.  Tonka took notice and let out a whimper of his
own.

"Is the bitch taking good care of your cock boy?"  Tonka simply looked back
with his tongue hanging out as if to say, "Hell yeah boss!"

After about 10 minutes, Tonka gave a couple of tugs and John gave a couple
of grunts and Tonka dislodged himself from John's aching pussy.  Tonka
walked over to the corner and started to lick himself clean while John hung
his head feeling cool air inside of himself.  He looked at Tonka and
realized he was right.  He was about 7 inches long but thicker than he
thought.  His knot, which was deflated was about the size of a plum.

"Dirty little bitch looking at the cock that just bred you." John laughed
out.

The reality hit John fast and hard.  He had just been bred by a dog and he
not only got through it, he liked it.  His head began to wrestle with the
fact and realized his whole life had changed over the course of 20 minutes.

Biker watched as John processed the new information.  He noticed that
John's cunt was twitching and that dog cum was running down his balls and
legs. He could see the struggle in the eye's of John and kept silent for a
few minutes to let the new bitch assimilate the new role he had been given
in life. When John raised his head, Biker knew he had him.

"You need more, don't you bitch?"  The smile on Biker's face told the whole
story.  The story of pride of knowing that John was a bitch.  The pride of
getting this man to a place of acceptance.  Biker knew what the answer was
before he gave it. John nodded his head yes and a smile was on his face.

"Good boy!"  Biker said as he attached a dog collar around John's neck and
attached a padlock to it.  Biker whistled and the boys from the bar came
in.

"It's not your turn yet boys as the pack has to be taken care of, but I
have a new bitch and I this one is a keeper!"

The boys hooped and hollered and congratulated Biker on his new pet.

"It's time for you to meet the rest of the pack, bitch. Let em in boys."

John could only shiver as he didn't know how many or how big.  But after
looking in Biker's eye's, he realized that he no longer cared.

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Chapter 3- John meets the rest of the pack and finds out what it means to
be Biker's bitch and everything that he gave up by accepting Biker's collar
... like it or not!}