Date: Sun, 17 Dec 2000 21:08:29 From: Pseudonym Station Subject: Next Door Dog 7 Next Door Dog (best, anal, oral, ws, scat) Part 7 [revised] By Pseudonym Station "I'll be back at the end of my shift," Bill said as he slammed the basement door shut. My heart sank as I knew I was in for the long haul. I was messed up with a dangerous crowd. How had things gone so wrong? It had all started off so innocently, but I had been used and abused, and now I was frightened for my life. I could still hear Bill walking around upstairs when suddenly loud music started blaring from all around me. I started to think that this was just like any number of kidnap movies I'd seen. The music was some kind of metal, Rob Zombie or someone similar. As Bill left in his police car, I tried to release myself from my bonds. I started to struggle, trying to get the cuffs the off. Quickly realizing this was impossible, I tried to get some attention. I started screaming as loud as I could for help. "Help!" I yelled. "Somebody! Anybody! Help!" No one answered. I gave up a few minutes later, my yells for help degenerating into weak cries as tears started flowing from the desperation. "Help me." I was left cuffed to the ceiling, my thoughts drifting to my predicament. I thought of how Bill said that he "owns me now" and how my parents were "taken care of." I remembered the look on Steve's face as I caught a glimpse of him through the window as Bill drove me away. I didn't know if or when I was ever going to be released. These thoughts worried my mind, but I was too tired to concentrate on them. Tears soaked into the blindfold as my mind and body quickly gave into slumber. I wasn't totally aware that I had fallen asleep, but when I awoke my arms were hurting from being held up. I still wasn't fully awake when the loud music stopped, and I heard the basement door at the top of the stairs open. I heard someone making their way down the stairs. I didn't know if it was Bill or not, but I wasn't going to make a sound for fear of what response it would bring. I heard the footsteps get closer until they were right behind me. Without warning, a police club smashed into the back of my knees making them go limp. All of my weight was put onto my shoulders and arms. "Auuuhhhh!" I exclaimed. "Oh, that was nothing baby," it was Bill, back from work, "we've got lots more where that came from." "Why?... why are you doing this to me?" I asked shyly, knowing that I was at his mercy. He answered that with another hit of the police club, this time across my ass. "Why? Because you're my little faggot slut boy, that's why." He paused for a moment and then continued, "Wanna play a game?" I didn't dare answer; either way was going to be wrong. I wasn't sure what he meant by a game until I felt him grabbing at my ass. His powerful hands groped my butt cheeks, and I let out a little moan. He seemed to like that. Next, he opened my butt cheeks wide and rubbed some cool lube over my sensitive hole. He pushed in one finger, then another, and another, opening me wide. He backed away for a moment, but then returned with his police club which he teased my butthole with. "Mmmm, yeah, you like that don't you?" Bill said in an aroused tone. I didn't want to like it, but I had to admit, my cock was getting hard. Bill started to push the club into me. It hurt a little as the blunt end stretched my hole. I tried to squirm away, but the restraints prevented me from moving more than a few inches. Bill was breathing heavily in my ear as he forced the club further up my ass. It was big. Long and thick. I squealed as he started to fuck me with the club. He pushed it in further with each thrust, until it wouldn't go any further. That's when he began the awesome task of removing the police club from my ass with every stroke. He'd pull the club all the way out of my ass, a raunchy slurping sound filling the room, then thrust it back in as far as it would go. Bill was grunting in my ear with each thrust, his hot breath on my skin. He really started fucking me with the club, and I winced my face in pain. Eventually I protested. "Uh... it's too big, please..." "Maybe you're right, that's enough for now. But you're gonna have bigger tonight at the party, believe me," he said, then chuckled. He pulled the club out in one violent movement making me feel empty. He then smacked my ass with his hand and left up the stairs. I wasn't sure what time it was or exactly how long he'd been gone when I heard Bill walking back down the stairs. He removed the cuffs and blindfold and I slumped to the floor, exhausted. My arms felt hot as blood surged back into them. "Hey baby, it's almost time for the party, you ready to go?" I didn't answer. "Oh well, here's something to eat to hold you over." I hadn't eaten anything since breakfast with Steve and I was starving. Bill placed a dish of food on the floor across the room by his feet. Lacking the strength to stand, I crawled toward the food. I was so hungry that the sight of it made me drool. I thought to myself that I was becoming more dog than human, but I wasn't sure that it frightened me. Before I could take a bite, Bill stopped me. I was salivating and my stomach let out a loud growl. He told me that the food wasn't quite ready yet, then proceeded to jack off and cum all over it. The delicious food, now ruined and dripping with his sperm. It was all that I could taste as I devoured the food with my hands. After I finished the food, Bill pulled me to my feet and replaced the hand cuffs and the blindfold. I didn't resist. Stepping outside, I was self-conscious of my nakedness. I was humiliated at the thought that someone might see me in this condition. Bill put me in his car and we drove away. After about ten minutes of driving, the car abruptly slowed, backed up a little, and then stopped. Bill got out, opened my door, and brought me to my feet. I could hear a dog barking in the background. The cold night air gripped my body. I started to shiver. We walked a short distance until the dog barks grew louder. Bill removed the cuffs and the blindfold. We were somewhere downtown, halfway down an alley. At the end of the alley, there was a stray dog, illuminated only by a dim light. Bill took hold of my arm and walked me closer to the dog. When we were within a few feet, I was able to see that it was a male dog. He was dirty, and smelled as if he hadn't been washed in a long time. He growled. Bill pushed me to the ground and told me to get friendly with the dog. "I'll be back in a minute," he said, walking back toward the car. I looked at the dog, and then looked at the ground. I sat still for a moment, and the dog slowly walked over to me. I reached out my hand, but he started to growl, so I retracted it. He walked closer, sniffing, trying to get my scent. When he was within a few feet, I again reached out my hand to pet him, but again he growled. I was getting frightened, and I was sure this dog was about to take a bite out of me. I leaned back a little, trying to give him some room, but he kept getting closer. Eventually, I tried to get up and move away, but that's when he jumped at me, pushing me to my back on the ground. The dog was over top of me, his powerful body holding me in place. His teeth were showing and he was growling. That's when heard Bill. He had returned, now carrying a video camera. "Oh shit, this is great!" he said. The dog looked over at him as he walked closer, the lens of the camera zooming on me. "C'mon, c'mon, he won't bite. Let's get some action going here." "What do you want me to do?" I asked sheepishly. "Whatever you do best. I don't know, maybe start by jerking his cock, here, let me get a close up. Aw, shit does this mutt stink!" The dog still looked angry as I reached my hand for his cock. When I touched him, he jumped, but quickly stopped growling as he realized what I was doing. I stroked his sheath, his cock growing within. After only a few strokes, his cock started to appear. I heard Bill gasp as he caught the whole scene on tape. The dog's cock was big and felt wonderful in my hand. The dog was getting very excited, he was breathing quickly and he started licking my face. Lost in the moment, I opened my mouth and let his long, hot tongue touch mine. His tongue darted around inside my mouth, our saliva mixing together. The sloppy noises of our make-out session filled the alley. I stuck my tongue into his mouth, his sharp teeth turning me on as I flicked across them. Just as I was really getting into it, Bill stopped me. "Okay, that's enough, time to give the audience what they really want." The dog's tongue was still deep in my mouth when Bill suggested that I let him fuck me. After a moment, I broke my kiss with the dog and pushed him off to the side so I could get up. He didn't want to move, but with a little force, he did. I spun myself around, my hands and knees touching the wet asphalt under me. I spread my legs slightly and motioned for the dog to hop up, but he needed no invitation. This was one horny dog and he knew exactly what he wanted. He shoved his cold nose into my butt crack, and licked me a few times. He backed off, but within seconds, he bared down on my back and his cock started to press into my asshole. I let out a yelp as his thick cock forced it's way inside me. He took a moment to get into a groove, but once he did, no one could have stopped him. I started breathing heavily as he pounded me, sweat dripping from all over my body. I loved it, being fucked by this dirty, stinking, stray mutt. The dog was my owner. As long as his powerful cock was stuffed in my bitch ass, he was my master. I started to wonder if anyone could see me being fucked by this dog in this public place. I was perhaps even more turned on that I might be caught than the dog thrusting into me. The dog was panting loudly in my ear. I could barely concentrate on anything with the sensations coming from my butthole, but I could see Bill moving around me with the video camera. He was getting shots from all angles. I wondered who was going to see the video, but that thought quickly left my mind as the dog really started fucking me. I could feel his knot get bigger and try to push it's way inside me. Bill was filming my face when finally the dog thrust his knot into me. I can only imagine what strange expression I was displaying at that moment. I let out a loud moan and swung my head from side to side. The dog let out a howling noise as he started to fill me with his cum. "Oh my God, this is great!" Bill exclaimed. He moved the camera all around me, zooming in on the dog's cock locked into my ass. The dog and I stayed there for only a short time before he pulled out. Bill had the camera right on my butthole as the dog's cum poured out in a wide stream. I collapsed to the ground. My mind faded a little, but when I came back around I was still breathing heavily and the dog was licking my drenched butthole and thighs. Bill was standing a few feet away filming every second. When the dog finished up, he walked over to my face and started licking me. I could taste his cum that he had licked out of my ass as he pressed his tongue into my mouth for the second time that night. I wanted to make out with this dirty dog more than anything in the world, but Bill stopped us. He pushed the dog aside and reached out his hand to help me to my feet. The dog let out a little whimper as Bill led me away from him and back toward the car. I hoped that somehow I would get to see my canine lover again. Bill replaced the blindfold and handcuffs, and placed me back in the car. As we drove, I could feel my butthole contacting back from it's expanded size. The stray's cum leaked all over the back seat. We drove for another fifteen or so minutes before we stopped. Bill opened my door, and pulled me out. "Now listen you little faggot, you're gonna do anything and everything you're told to. It doesn't matter who says it, you do it. Clear?" "Um, yeah." "Excuse me?" "I mean, yes sir, yes sir." "Okay then." We walked across some pavement, toward what sounded like a club of some kind. I could hear music and voices as we walked closer and closer. Bill opened a door and led me inside. It was hot inside, with loud music blaring, and the smell of alcohol and cigarettes were thick in the air. As Bill led me further inside the club, hands started groping my naked body. Fingers across my chest, a pinch to my ass, a tug on my cock. I tried to shy away, but Bill told me not to. We proceeded to the back of the club, and as we rounded a corner, Bill reached over and pulled off my blindfold. It was dark, but I could see we were walking down a hallway. There were open doors on either side of the hallway with dim light spilling from each one. I didn't have enough time to see inside most of them, but I was able to catch a brief glimpse into one of the rooms. As I walked past in slow motion, I could see a young girl being savagely raped by a large dog. Her long hair was matted down against her bruised skin with large splotches of cum and by saliva drooling from the dog's open mouth. Several men watched on, jerking their cocks, as tears poured down her face. The dog was relentless, his powerful hind legs forcing his huge doggy cock into her tiny cunt. I wanted to feel sorry for her, but I was too preoccupied with what was going to happen to me. We walked to the end of the hall and turned into the last door. Bill threw me down to the floor. I let out a grunt in protest. I lifted my head and looked around the room. It was small, with a dim light bulb hanging from the ceiling. A tall, fat man was standing beside Bill. He and Bill whispered to each other for a few moments. When they stopped, the fat man walked over to me and motioned for me to stand. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me along to the far wall. He threw me down on my knees beside the wall, right in front of a glory hole that I hadn't noticed from across the room. "You're gonna suck every cock that comes through that hole tonight, got it?" the fat man said. I couldn't believe what he was saying. "You bite anyone or refuse to suck anyone, and you'll wish you hadn't." A big cock appeared through the hole. I sat there staring at the cock for a few seconds. I wanted to think of a way to get out of this situation, but my mind was fuzzy. I guess I hesitated too long, because the fat man grabbed me by the hair and forced me to take the cock into my mouth. The strong taste of cock filled my mouth and it's smell filled my nose. I was reluctant to suck for a moment, but eventually I got into it. I heard Bill and the fat man start to leave the room. "Have fun, cocksucker," Bill said as he closed the door behind himself. The cock filled my mouth to overflowing. I forced myself to deep throat it, fearing what might happen to me if it's owner complained. My tongue darted around it's girth, my lips fondling it's head when I pulled back. It didn't take long for the man to cum, and I was almost proud that I had brought him off so quickly. I wasn't given any time to rest after the first cock retreated as another came into view. I leaned forward and gave it the same expert treatment as the last. I reached down and started jerking myself off as I sucked the cock through the hole. As this man was about to cum, he pulled out of my mouth and sprayed his thick load through the hole, all over my face, chest, and in my hair. I could hear a few men on the other side of the wall laugh. His cum slowly dripped down my face. After two hours and who knows how many cocks, I couldn't suck anymore. My jaw hurt and I felt bloated from all the cum. Another cock appeared though the hole, but I just couldn't suck it. I moved back from the hole and refused to service it. The man on the other side of the wall withdrew his cock after a few seconds and made a fuss. I couldn't hear exactly what he said over the loud music, but it was something to the tune of 'this faggot won't suck my cock.' Not two seconds later, Bill and the fat man burst through the door screaming. "What the fuck are you doing?!" screamed Bill. The same cock re-appeared through the hole. "Look, a cock, suck it you fucking faggot!" "I..." Bill moved close and hit me in the face. "I what?!" "I... can't suck anymore...," I said sheepishly, looking down at the floor. "Oh, you can't suck anymore," Bill mocked me. He took a moment to talk with the fat man. The fat man left, but returned quickly with some restraints and a small stool. I stood up, facing them. "Well, maybe your mouth won't suck, but I'm sure we won't get the same argument from your asshole!" In quick motion, both Bill and the fat man ran up to me, holding my struggling body up to the wall. The fat man attached one of the restraints around my waist to two hooks on the wall, then the stool was shoved in front of me making me bend over to rest on it. Then my hands, which were still cuffed, were attached to the stool using another restraint. I was now tied down, my butthole in direct contact with the glory hole. I could feel it's outline on my outstretched cheeks. I was dizzy from how fast they had put me in this position, but realizing my fate, I was able to protest. "Wha... wait! No! You can't... ugh... no!" "Shut up you stupid cunt." Concerned for my own safety, I pleaded with Bill, "But what about diseases and stuff, what if something bad happens to me?" "Don't worry about it, your slutty hole is gonna be too busy to catch anything but another load," he said smugly as he started to walk for the door. "Please?!" I pleaded with him, knowing that this was my last chance. I thought Bill was just going to leave, but it looked as if he'd had a change of heart when he spun around and walked back toward me. He got close and knelt down on one knee. He spoke, whispering so the fat man couldn't hear, looking me right in the eyes. "I need you to stay," he said sincerely. "Please? I need you to stay for just a little while. It's not as bad as you think." I was amazed at how his demeanor had changed. "Say the word and we'll leave, you don't have to do anything you don't want to, but I hope you will stay. Please." I knew by the look in his eyes that he was telling me the truth. He would take me home if I really wanted to, but he was begging me to stay. I was a little uneasy about my answer, but I told him that it was okay, that I'd stay, "just for a little while." He smiled and headed for the door. Suddenly, I felt a cock at my hole. I took a quick breath and darted my eyes around the room. I was frightened for a moment, but I told myself to calm down. The man at my butthole rubbed his tool over my hole and then shoved his entire length into me. I lurched forward and let out a gasp in pain. The fat man chuckled at my predicament and then left the room with Bill. My asshole was pounded by an anonymous man on the other side of the wall. At first it hurt like hell, but after he shot his load inside me it began to get easier. After the fifth guy screwed me, they began sliding into me real easy. After the tenth guy, I could hear them slopping in and out of my asshole like I was some dockside whore. I had no idea who was fucking me, an endless stream of disgusting men, most likely. Long cocks, short cocks, thick cocks, thin cocks. Was the cock white, black, yellow, or brown? Was he a fat man or thin man? It was totally anonymous, I had no idea who these men were. Even though I didn't like the fact that this was out of my control, I was getting turned on by the feeling of these anonymous men fucking me, one after another. They just used me for their pleasure, with no concern for my well-being. I was just an object to fuck. My butthole was raw as I was fucked again and again. After a few more, Bill walked back into the room and told me it was time to go. "You didn't want to be here anyway." I looked up at him with concern on my face. I hadn't at first, but now I was loving being screwed by the men on the other side of the wall. I never wanted it to stop. I needed these cocks. "No, I want to stay, please?" I begged him. I was a total slut and I needed more cock. Bill let out a little laugh and said, "Hmmm... I don't know," teasing me. "Please?!" Bill thought about it for a second and finally said, "Okay, I'll see what we can work out." He left the room quickly, and within a few seconds I could feel another hot cock at my butthole. I let out a moan of pleasure as it's entire length was pushed deep inside me. I could never have enough cock. Twenty guys must have fucked me when the last man did something different. He pushed his head in and didn't move in any further. He kept his cock there, doing nothing, for a few minutes before something started to happen. A warmth came from his cock, and my back end started to feel full. Suddenly it came to me that he was pissing up my ass! I could feel his hot piss filling me up, spraying into me at full force. I didn't realize how much of a turn on this would be, my cock was rock hard. I was starting to feel really full, and some of the piss was leaking around the poor plug that his cock made in my stretched asshole. He finished pissing inside me, and then pulled his cock out almost immediately. Though I tried to keep the piss from draining out of me, there was nothing I could do, my butthole was too abused to be able to stop it. The piss poured out of my ass, presumably onto the floor on the other side of the wall. The smell of urine filled the room. There wasn't enough time to think about what had happened before Bill, the fat man, and a whole pack of other men invaded the room where I was tied up. The restraints were removed and I fell into a heap on the floor. One of the men turned me over onto my back and showed me a pitcher of what looked like beer. On closer inspection, it wasn't beer at all. They had caught everything that had exited my ass after the piss-enema. It was mostly piss, but there were some chunks of my shit, and it was thick with cum. The man lowered the pitcher to my face and started to pour it on me. He yelled at me to drink it, so I opened my mouth and drank it. Until that moment, I didn't realize how far I had come in the past few days, I was now at the point that if someone wanted me to drink and piss, shit, and cum cocktail, I would, without hesitation. The bitter mixture filled my mouth, and I swallowed what I could. What I couldn't, went all over my face, in my hair, and then onto the floor. Eventually, the man just poured the whole pitcher onto me, chunks of the goopy mess clinging to my face and chest. Next, all the men pulled out their cocks and started pissing on me. Hot streams came from all directions landing all over my naked body. Piss sprayed my face, in my mouth, up my nose, over my chest, and many focused on my hard cock. I couldn't help myself as I began to stroke my cock. The men laughed and called me names. I was disgusted with myself as I stroked my cock up and down. I came as the last of the men finished pissing on me. I couldn't move for a few moments. Fresh urine dripped from my body, the smell filled my nose. All the men, except Bill, filed out of the room, a few of them spitting on me as they left. Bill let me rest for a moment before he motioned for me to get up and follow him. I found it difficult to walk, but I followed him. He led me down the hall to a shower room. A flickering fluorescent light cast a blue glow on the completely tiled room. Bill turned on the taps and told me to clean myself up. The clean water felt so good on my abused skin. The piss and shit washed away quickly, but I wasn't able to get all the cum out of my hair before Bill said that was enough. He threw me a towel and I dried off. Bill put the blindfold back on me and we walked out of the shower room, into the hall, and then outside through a back door. He led me to his car, and we drove for about twenty minutes with not a word being spoken. I wasn't sure where we'd stopped until we walked inside a building and I could hear dogs barking again. We were back at the police station. I couldn't hear any human voices, maybe no one manned the kennel during late hours. I was led over to one of the cages, and Bill removed the hand cuffs and pushed me onto the cold concrete floor inside. I couldn't see anything with the blindfold on, but I could feel that there was a dog in the cage with me. Just before he left, Bill spoke to the dog. "Tristan, leave him alone," and to me, "you get some rest, slutboy." The dog moved away from me, and I curled up in the corner of the cage. I fell asleep almost immediately. ------------------------------ Thanks to all who have helped me make this story better than I could have made it on my own. Special thanks to Bill, Chris, Jimmy, Tab, and Tristan. ------------------------------ Still looking for someone to chat with in the Barrie, Ontario, Canada area. Email me. ------------------------------ Comments? Questions? Suggestions? E-mail me at pseudonymstation@yahoo.com. Part eight (hopefully) coming soon.