Date: Tue, 16 May 2017 22:42:31 -0700 From: Rottweiler Toilet Subject: Knotted Up At Fourteen Knotted Up at Fourteen by rottweilertoilet@gmail.com (M/m; m/beast) [Gay]: Bestiality; Watersports, Adult-Youth Consider donating to Nifty if you enjoy (and if you're here, you do) this kind of writing. I love getting feedback, so if you enjoyed my story, please feel free to e-mail feedback to rottweilertoilet@gmail.com. Stay hungry and thirsty, stay sweaty and nasty. As a forewarning, this story's primary focus is bestiality and adult-youth. I like to post these tags a little early to help readers know what they're getting into. If that's your jam, read on! Otherwise, thanks for stopping by, and enjoy what you find on Nifty. ---------------------------------------------------------------- My leg tapped anxiously in the car. It was some two-and-a-half hours into the drive, and I had been jittery the entire time. Anxious. Excited. There was very little to look at, which made things worse. We were deep in the countryside on a sunny Friday afternoon, chugging along the interstate through empty fields of grass. Occasionally, we would pass another car, or see a house, some dozens of miles away from the road, the pathways snaking to them paved through dirt and dust rather than constructed of asphalt. I was in the passenger seat, tapping away, trying to keep calm and cool. I could stop for a minute at a time, but then I'd look out the window, bored and unoccupied, which caused me to start tapping again, unconsciously. I'm sure the driver could feel it, my... my nervousness and anxiety and... ugh, it was just embarrassing. Tap tap tap. I didn't even know his name. Not that it really mattered. Seemed he was just a chauffeur. I don't think we said a single thing to each other in the entire time since getting into the car. I guessed he was just paid to transport me. A part of me wanted to make small talk, but shyly, I kept my lips sealed, and quietly sunk against the seat. My leg continued to shake. This would be our first meeting. That's why I was so nervous. Not the driver, rather, but the man who had sent him to collect me. I had been talking to him, online, for a couple months, and found he was into the same things that I was, and could maybe even provide an outlet for me to engage in them. He said his name was James, but I had no idea if this was true or not. I had seen his face in a photo he sent me, and he was a bit older than I was, sporting messy stubble and wild dirty blonde hair. His amber eyes were warm and bright, twinkling against the morning sun, and had a certain charm to them, which I felt undeniably and irresponsibly attracted to. Of course... there was one other factor in my... attraction to him. He worked on a farm, which is what really drew me to him, and we had met through exchanging comments on a porn site dedicated to... men with a specific... fetish. As we got to know each other, I learned that he was twenty-five, which, to me at the time, was totally unthinkable -to even get my foot in his door I felt I had to lie about my age, my real number not even approaching the legal age of consent. Heart pounding as my fingers typed up the lie, I told him I had just turned eighteen. I hadn't, of course. No, not even close. The lie was four years off. Almost five. At the time, I was thirteen. The truth was, I had just barely turned fourteen three weeks ago. A few wispy hairs grew in near my groin about a week before that birthday, but most of my body was still smooth, and I hated it. I had sent him a photo of my butt once, telling him I shaved just beforehand, but it was perfectly smooth, perfectly hairless. He seemed to buy it, charmed by the apparent youthful pinkness, and I relished the compliments he lavished on me afterwards, hungry and lustful for my body, a body that I wished was adult, so I could do adult things. The entire time, I still worried about my real age getting out, but... being appraised and complimented on a feature I found so upsetting and outside the norm was lovely. "Late bloomer," a term that felt like a curse to me, one most often spoken with support, stung -but those weren't the words that came out of his mouth. Instead, he saw my smoothness as beautiful, and I smiled genuinely upon reading the comment. I believed him. We would send a few more photos of ourselves after that, but I tried to avoid shots of my front side -my cock, hard, stood at a piddling two and a half inches, while his, thick and sporting a fat, round head, throbbed at a healthy eight inches, attached to a hefty set of balls. Worrying that he would figure it out or be off put by my small size, I always sent him butt shots instead, which were always well-received, his dirty talk causing me to blush more than once behind my phone screen. Still, he had never really seen my face, despite being confident enough to show me his own, so squeezing my hands together tight, I worried, praying quietly that my deceitful lies wouldn't tarnish what I saw as a budding relationship. It was always easy for me to pass as being a little bit older, because my vocabulary was pretty good and I wasn't interested in the stupid things other kids my age were. Still, I was wracked with guilt the entire trip, sweaty and nervous despite the chill of air conditioning, and rightfully so -although I guess what we were planning was already illegal, so what was another law to break? I played with that rationalization in my head, scared that he would reject me at the door upon seeing me. Should I text him and come clean...? Ugh. No. I shook my head, and wrapped my hands around the bag in my lap, fidgeting. It was a tattered little Jansport backpack with a single change of clothes, and my thin wallet, sitting in the back pocket of my torn jeans, contained a measly twenty-two bucks. Oh, and my phone, too. I was worried I hadn't brought enough clothes. I guess it was stupid to only bring two pairs for a long weekend. Oh, and, fuck. The toothpaste! Somehow, I forgot that, but managed to pack my toothbrush... frustrated, I slumped down in the seat, vaguely annoyed with my past self's lack of planning. The driver paid no attention to me as I pouted. The car, sleek, black, leather-bound and luxuriously clean inside, zoomed down the highway at 95 MPH surrounded by nothing but flat plains. Bugs splattered every couple minutes on the windshield as we hurtled towards our destination, so I could tell that we were gradually heading away from the city, as grassy overgrowths began to creep upon the thin, dusty asphalt. I checked my phone. The battery was at 18%. Shit. "At least you brought your charger," I thought to myself. Tapping my leg, I checked the e-mail account I used to talk to my online friend and reread the instructions he had sent me. It was probably the thirtieth time I had opened this e-mail on this car trip alone. Probably why my phone was dying. I didn't think it would survive another hour and a half. Still, I went over his short message a thirty-first time. "Driver will pick you up at noon. Four hour drive. Bring extra clothes." Like he promised, the driver was already there at noon, on the dot, and our conversation was wordless, sans for a polite "hello!" We were a little bit more than halfway through with the trek, but each minute felt like a damn hour. I wasn't prone to carsickness, but the uncertainty of it all made me queasy, and I rocked idly in the seat uncomfortably, though I was ignored. It was my first time doing something like this. I continued reading, already having memorized the rest of the e-mail. I had mouthed it to myself for a full week, and carefully followed his instructions, eager to impress. My eyes scanned the small, bright words. "Don't cum. Stop jacking off on Friday. See you soon, bitch." I had managed to follow his command. It was... hard, to say the least. The entire week leading up to this, I couldn't focus on anything whatsoever. My teachers and friends noticed, but I told them some excuse about my grandparents visiting. I wondered what they'd think if they knew what I was doing on this trip. Restless, I scrolled through the rest of our conversations, until I saw the telltale paper-clip icon of an e-mail attachment. It was a photo sent a few months ago, one of many. It was of his dog, Augustus. Augustus was a Rottweiler, a big one, and handsome! He was lovable, energetic, and eager, albeit a little clumsy, but most large dogs are. I had seen other photos of him, but this photo was special, and I looked upon it frequently. It was a close-up of his fat red dogcock. It was the only photo I had received where he was hard, and... he was just... huge. It made me nervous, but also horny, and in the last week of not jacking off I had scoured the house, looking for innocuous items to try and put inside my butt to loosen up. I tried a toothbrush, then a carrot, then a hairbrush, all the while inserting some probing fingers, thinking about Augustus mounting me. Aside from my own hand and those little random objects, my ass was virgin, which only amped up the intimidation I felt as I thought about Augustus's sheer size. I crossed my fingers and hoped that James would help gently guide me on our first time together. My stomach was giddy as I stared at my phone, mesmerized by the beautiful veins rippling across the bright red knot. My eyes were stuck on his balls, which hung thick and dark behind his cock, obscenely large and just dangling there, tempting me. He was thick -not just at the knot, like most dogs, but legitimately thick, almost wrist-thickness up and down his entire length. He was as wide as a beer bottle, even at the shaft, and his knot was even bigger, firm and round. I had fantasized about it probably every single day since seeing it. I had reviewed this photo countless times since he first sent it. The day I got it, I jacked off to it seven times in total; I made sure to count, and I was given orders to tell him whenever I came to it. We stopped counting after that weekend, but the real total was probably well over a hundred. I had seen plenty of photos of dogs online, and a few low quality videos, but it had never felt so possible to actually be this close to messing around with one, so big, handsome Augustus had a special place in my heart. It pulsed hard in my chest, beating intense with excitement as the minutes ticked by. I closed my eyes. The clock read 3:12 PM. Just under fifty minutes to go. The fear swirled around in my head, resurfacing, and, overcome with anxiety, I began to tap my foot again. Holding my phone at an obtuse angle where the driver couldn't see what I was affixed on, I continued to look, hypnotized. "Guess how long he is," James asked. I guessed nine. "Nice try. 10.7 inches, but you can round down to 10.5." he replied. My three inches sprang to attention upon that admission, and I jacked off to the measurement while fingering myself, imagining Augustus being tied inside me, coming, panting. I came twice, the first time with one finger, the second with three. I told him, as we had agreed was proper for me to do, and he laughed. "Dirty fucking boy. Get your beautiful ass over here. Augustus LOVES strangers." I swooned. As hard as one antsy seventh grader could, horny for a handsome man and his hung, four-legged best friend. One thing led to another, and we had set it up on one long weekend, as he was some four or so hours away. I told my parents I was staying at a friend's house and that I would be hard to reach because we were taking a trip to the water park, that I might not have my phone on me until it was evening, that they shouldn't worry and I'd text them upon arriving home safely. I checked my phone again. The battery dwindled to 4%. I turned the brightness all the way down, closed my apps and took a deep breath. I was going to have it within arm's reach soon. My chest beat even harder. The tapping returned. Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap. I glanced around, seeing nothing new. The car pulled off the interstate's asphalt and pulled onto a small, dusty road. What was a smooth drive became bumpy and unwieldy as the car struggled to traverse the new terrain. The afternoon sun, now gently hovering down the horizon, continued to shine brightly through the dust clouds we kicked up chugging through the dirt, and we slowed down to a crawl, carefully routing through this unkempt gravel-ridden path, surrounded by dense fields of grass, some alive and bright green, some a dry, coarse, straw-like yellow. The tires groaned loudly, as cars often are when off-roading, but I was thankful for the noise because it covered the sounds of my anxious foot-tapping. After another odd twenty minutes or so of this bumpy ride, the car finally stopped in front of a bright cream farmhouse, which was attached to a grain silo and barn. The barn was a bright, almost cartoonish red, and there was a young, handsome man on the patio, sipping a glass of iced tea. I recognized him, it was James. The driver went up and exchanged words, briefly, as I watched through the car windows, heart beating out of my chest. I couldn't hear what they were saying, and my small hands gripped my backpack tight. I pressed my ear against the glass of the passenger side window, trying to listen, but heard nothing even through held breath. I worried that the driver was explaining my young age to him, denouncing me as the liar I was, convincing him to cut me loose for another four-hour drive back home. I felt like a liability. Tap tap tap. Then, the driver came back and opened my door, offering a hand. Weakly, I accepted, almost dropping my bag as I took hold, and stepped out of the car into the afternoon sun, lush and warm against my clammy cheek. "Have fun, kid." The chaffeur returned once more to his car and chugged away, his car's reflective black paint now marred with dust and bugs. James, watching me the entire time, poured himself another cup of iced tea, and signaled for me to walk over to him. My knees were weak, but I stepped forward slowly, counting one minuscule step at a time. "Hey, buddy." He smiled, genuinely, seemingly unfazed. He held out his iced tea, arm outstretched in an offer. The glass had puddled a ring of water on his patio table, condensation collecting in response to the muggy afternoon heat. "It's just iced tea, but that was a long way to come, and it's hot out. Have some." I sipped it, my other hand still clutching my bag tight. There was some silence, then. I placed the glass back down on the table, and he looked me in the eyes, carefully observing. "Uhm. Hi. I'm uh... I'm Danny -well, Daniel, I guess, but... my friends, like -you can call me either Danny or Daniel, ha-ha." I fidgeted in place. He seemed to relax, which helped me relax too. My grip softened slightly. "Well, alright. It's my pleasure, little Danny. I'm James." I bristled a bit at the inclusion of the word 'little.' At least he... seemed to not be genuinely upset with me, though it was somewhat too early to tell. Instinctively, I extended my hand out for a shake, remembering my manners, but he instead drew me in, squeezing me in a tight hug. He was a little sweaty, having been sitting out on his patio for however long, and I was short, the top of my head just reaching his nipples. Still, with my face in his chest, I hugged him back, and he chuckled. "Y'know, I thought you'd be fifteen or so, but... you look younger than that, don't you?" I hid my face in my hands, visibly mortified. I must've groaned unconsciously, because the next words that came out of his mouth were of comfort rather than interrogation. "Hey, hey, that's okay, kid. Come on in. Why don't we cool off and introduce you to Augustus?" I looked up, eyes adjusting poorly to the sun after having crawled into my hands. "You're... you're not, uhm, mad at me, or like... I dunno, like, mad that I lied?" He looked at me with what I could only read as genuine bewilderment. "You serious, Danny?" Somehow, I felt ashamed that I had asked. He had always talked about how nice my body was, and he knew the way I felt about his, so this must've come almost as a sincere surprise to him. He leaned over and kissed me on the top of my head, ruffling and squeezing my shoulders. "Relax, bud. I knew you weren't eighteen." He laughed then, heartily, and it came out bright and full of energy, full of honesty. "I remember being your age, too -what, thirteen?" I nodded, opting to not correct him being off by a mere three weeks. "Listen, you can head on inside, but if you're worried, we can get you a ride back home. But I think you know what you're here for, right?" He winked, signaling at the screen door. "Come on. It's cool inside, and we have the entire weekend to ourselves. Y'hungry?" Dazed, I walked in, opening the door, and upon stepping in, sighed loudly in relief -the house had air conditioning running on full blast, and all the exhaustion seeped out of my shoulders as I came face to face with the enveloping coolness. "Augustus, c'mere! Come meet your new playmate, Danny!" I heard Augustus bounding through the house far before I saw him -with his size, it almost sounded legitimately like actual stomping upstairs, and then he came into view, even more massive than I anticipated. His tongue flopped out, drool slipping off obscenely in thick strings, and he goofily trudged down the stairs, excited to meet me. He jumped up and placed his front paws on my chest, slathering the entirety of my face in dog drool with a few swift licks and almost knocking me over completely from the sheer weight difference alone. Wiping an eye, I laughed as he snuffled around me, curious about the new smells I had brought. I pet him, my hands resting small against his thick haunches and wide shoulders. The dog's muscular back rippled as he panted, and I could his muscles tense and relax through his coarse fur. I snuck a look at his backside, both curious and shyly aroused -this was the stud dog I had jacked off too so many times over so many nights, after all. James noticed my curiosity and laughed again, charmed by my eagerness. I laughed quietly along, charmed by his own laughter, which was, again, bright and honest. "Go ahead, kid. Get down there and look." I slipped my bag down to my feet and got on my hands and knees quickly, perhaps a bit too fast -too eager, too excited to be face-to-face with the real thing. Augustus continued to snuffle around, and James bent over, taking a hold of him by the collar, and held him still for me to observe. In his excitement, he was already growing, his swollen pink cock poking out past his thick furry sheath. His balls swayed obscenely in tandem with the rhythm of his pants, and I stared and stared, just frozen, overcome with the exotic new situation and anxious energy, mind flowing with ideas. "Kiss his balls, kid. He likes that." I leaned in close and pursed my lips, planting a sincere kiss on his balls. I closed my eyes as I did so, and held my face still against them for a few seconds after -then I quietly inhaled, taking in his wonderful animal scent. I had always loved the way larger dogs smelled, but Augustus's scent was another thing entirely -he was warm and nutty, smelling of whiskey and sunlight. I inhaled again, this time audibly, and James just held him still, silently letting me take in my first real smell of dog. I kissed his fat nuts again, then took his scent in one more time through my nose before pulling my head back, looking up at James with an expectant curiosity, a boyish eagerness. "You can touch him, kid. Don't be shy." Trembling, I lifted my hand up to his fat furry sheath, and gasped at how warm it was to the touch, how quickly it throbbed and pulsed, how I could feel his wild panting coursing through the length, now quickly approaching seven inches. My hand returned wet, and without thinking, I licked it clean, enamored with my first taste of dog pre-cum. I grasped him again, and was astounded to find my small hand couldn't close around his shaft at all -I had to use both hands, and the knot was simply too big to even get my hands around fully. James, still watching, urged me on, enthused with my excitement, my wonder. Augustus stood patiently as I explored, not fully hard but enjoying the attention, and I played with his fat dogcock in my wandering hands, also taking time to carefully fondle his balls and rub his back, cooing encouragement the entire time. My hands returned to me wet again, and I licked them clean once more, shivering in pleasure. My own cock stood rock-hard against my jeans, three inches pushing frustratingly against tight white briefs, desperate to get out, but I was unconcerned with anything but the exploration of my new playmate and his body. "Lick his hole, Danny." I raised my head and looked at Augustus's backside. His fur was of two colors -a beautiful, creamy, burnt umber and a rich, dark, toasted chocolate color, smooth and glossy against the light shining through the blinds. He was well-cared for and well-trained, and stood proud and strong as my shaking hands rubbed and worshiped him, exploring. His haunches were lusciously thick, and his hole, taut and tense, was the same dark color as his chocolate fur, with a peek of pink inside. I took a deep breath, knowing this was what I wanted, and leaned in, eyes closed. I kissed him. "Stick your tongue in. Don't worry. He's clean, I made sure." James pulled me close, and whispered into my ear, more quietly this time. "Augustus loves getting eaten out, Danny. You wanna rim my dog, don't you?" I held my lips firm for a minute, savoring the heat, unsure whether to respond. But we both knew I'd do it. Eyes still closed, I quietly and nervously opened my mouth, letting my tongue explore the wrinkled flesh, excited but wary. It winked around my lips, hot to the touch, and I let me tongue wander over it, flicking. His haunches relaxed, and my tongue slipped in easily, almost an inch deep. He tasted wonderful, exactly the same as he smelled, that wonderful warm dog scent working its way up my nose. I kissed again, this time more wetly, and began what would be my first session of animal worship. That was where I first learned of dog internal body temperature -they're a little bit warmer than humans, on average, and Augustus's hole exuded heat like a furnace, drawing my wandering tongue into its warm depths, moist and hot. I had never felt anything like it, and was overcome with lust, thrilled with giving away my first rimjob to a dog's asshole, quivering and pulsing against my cheeks. I began darting my tongue in and out, drooling saliva onto his tight hole, then pushed it in deep, stuffing my face against his ass, nose filled with the scent of his fur, mouth eager to please, tongue exploring wildly, ecstatically. James, still holding Augustus with one hand, placed a firm hand on the back of my head, and pushed me gently forward, and I moaned out loud at the touch of encouragement. "Good boy, Augustus... good boy..." James cooed, again. Then, he turned at me, hand still pressed against the back of my head. We were finally here. We had arrived. He was holding the back of a seventh grader's head tight against his dog's fat, thick, ass, after having commanded him to eat it out, and I was loving it, all of it, every little detail. "We're gonna have fun this weekend, aren't we, little Danny?" "Mmm-mmm." I muttered into Augustus's haunches, unable to pull away even if I wanted to. I didn't. "Tell me that tastes good, little buddy." The hand let go, and I tilted my head back, getting a breath of fresh air. Augustus's fur was matted with my saliva, his hole continued to wink, though now empty, devoid of my tongue. "It's... it's amazing, James," I giggled, enchanted with his teasing. He placed his hand back on the small of my head and pushed gently, and I closed my eyes as I resumed my rightful place behind his dog's sweaty hole, possessed with lust, eager to lick, to worship, to suck, to please. I wanted to give this animal the best damn rimjob he'd ever had, excited to prove myself as up to snuff of the dirty talk of many long nights between James and I. I began moaning inadvertently. Yeah, I was moaning while eating a dog out. James pressed harder, burying my face fully, and I pushed my tongue in as deep as it could go, excited. Augustus's hole, warm and wet, was wrapped tightly around my tongue, and, as usual, pulsed and squeezed around it as he panted. "Call me sir." It wasn't a request, but a command. I was really growing into being commanded. The anxiety had transformed into full-blown lust, and I was thirsty and hungry, horny and ready for animal cock, for animal cum. I noticed that my leg had stopped tapping. I buried my mouth deeper in still, tongue exploring new depths by a single centimeter, and moaned, three inches proudly hard against my tight jeans, eager for the upcoming weekend. "Ythhh thrrrr." I muffled, to both dog and new master. ---------------------------------------------------------------- If you enjoyed this story, feel free to e-mail me at rottweilertoilet@gmail.com. Thank you so much for reading! If you're willing, don't feel too inhibited share your own fantasies with me, and do consider making a donation to Nifty, the site responsible for hosting this wonderful array of debauchery.