Date: Fri, 29 Jul 2005 21:40:44 EDT From: NPhillydogg@aol.com Subject: rick's anal ordeal -14 Rick's Anal Ordeal -14 pt-1 For the next couple of days when I went into work, Bud surprised me by giving me the night off from servicing the dogs to stay up in the big house with him. We ate together, bathed together, washed dishes together, and fucked in every position imaginable. Bud was an insatiable lover. 10 years of celibacy left him with a strong sex drive and backed up plumbing to which I was happy to unclog every chance I got. He fucked me in every room, step, and corner of that house. By the time I was ready to leave in the morning, my asshole resembled a juicy brightly red tomato, dripping out large doses of his potency. Back home I was nervous that Willis would retaliate getting fired by telling everyone that Bud and the dogs were fucking me. I knew I would never be able to live something like that down. I could just imagine what my parents would think. Or my friends. Or my Pasteur from church. Or the congregation. Or the town's square. News traveled fast in Springfield. When the town's Mayor was caught having an affair with a local stripper, it made headline news in the Springfield Inquire the very next day. The Mayor's wife was devastated. But that didn't keep him from winning the next election by a landslide (not too many folk cared about the first lady anyway). Whenever I saw Luis or Carlos around the farm, they would pretend to ignore me, not wanting to rock the boat that got Willis fired. It was strange seeing them go about their jobs, pretending not to see me. I looked at them as they blended in with the other workers, doing various chores about the grounds. Noone knew that they had fucked me. I'd watch them and thought back to how their dicks felt moving inside of me. They were only the 3rd and 4th guys to ever have that honor. I couldn't believe that I had their seeds in me. If I were a spanish girl, I'd probably be pregnant by one of them. After a week or so of silence, I figured that maybe Bud was right about Willis' claims being ignored as drunken allegations of revenge. I began to breath easier, knowing that my animal sex secrets would remain confidential. Meanwhile my attraction for Bud continued to grow stronger the more we fooled around. He was a rugged man, and I liked being able to share those odd, tender, affectionate moments with him that noone else could see. I thought his wife was a fool for leaving such a virile man, but I understood that she wanted to have more of him around or nothing at all. Just watching him work, seeing his sweaty muscles and strong back flex and ripple was enough to make my cock harden and my asshole throb wantonly. When I saw him walk, I wanted to drop to my knees and serve him, to take his ample cock into my mouth and worship it until it spit all of his juicy cum down my throat. I was fast becoming addicted to him. I couldn't stop thinking about him. Even at home, I'd think about Bud as I fingered my asshole and jacked off all into my hand, which I was now accustomed to licking clean while I imagined it was Bud's juice I was swallowing. Bud was pretty well liked around town. He was known as one of the last true farmers in the county. Whenever we rode into town for supplies, we would be greeted by people who knew him. They would shake his hand and have brief discussions before he moved on to whatever task we came there for (Bud wasn't one to waste too much time talking in the street when he had so much work to do around the farm). I would often hear people say how "good" he was, or how "devoted" to the farm his is. Several women who still ogled him after all these years would openly whisper to each other and wonder if he was "seeing" anyone in particular. The response would often be that they hadn't heard of him seeing anyone since his "wife left him". Then there would be some comment like- "what a waste", or "isn't that a shame". I can't tell how many times I wanted to walk right up to those bimbos and tell them right to their faces that I was the one Bud was fucking. But I knew that would never do. But while Bud's reputation around town continued to be positive, mine began to slip down hill...well, at least according to my so called friends. Now I do have to admit that as a best friend, I have been lacking in that department lately. My best friends (Mitch, Luke and Chuck) were all pissed that I wasn't spending much time with them anymore. We all grew up in the same town and attended the same schools since elementary and junior high. We were the best of friends, having spent uncountable nights over each other's houses as kids. Now they thought I was turning my back on them. They didn't realize that work and all the shit that was going on in my brain about my sexuality, was really taking a toll on me. I mean, I was so fucked up with the things me and Bud were doing, that I really didn't have time to put up with their daily crap AND my crap too. Besides, I didn't see why I should give up a minute of laying in Bud's arms, for a couple of lazy hours drinking beer and bullshitting with them. After all, we'd been doing that since before we graduated. One night I was up at Bud's, the guys were gathering outside of one of our favorite hang spots to smoke weed and talk some shit. First and last topic of discussion was ME of course, and my blatant disregard for our friendship. They were well into their second joint when Tom Willis pulling up into the parking lot in his old beat up truck. He recognized the guys from when we hung together before. He paused for a second, sizing up my buddies as he made up his mind about what to say to them. Then he walked over to them, asking bluntly if they knew that I was a fag? "What the fuck you talking about, dude? Rick's no faggot!" defended Mitch, angrily. "I assure you fellas, HE IS!" boasted Willis. "I've fucked him myself!" bragged the older farm hand. "BULLSHIT!" yelled Luke, not believing a word of it. "You're drunk, old man! You need to go get your ass some serious HELP! ASAP!" added Mitch, devoted to our friendship at all cost. "What he needs is a good ass kicking for lying on our bud like that!" suggested Luke, already a tad drunk and ready to fight for my honor. "Don't believe me, eh? Then why don't you little bastards just drive out to the farm right now." said Willis, checking his watch. "I bet he's attendin Bud and his wild-pack right now. They'll be at it for a few hours. But be quiet, those guard dogs've got keen hearin. And if they don't tear you to shreds, they'll fuck you crazy." he warned with a laugh as he turned to walk into the bar through the back door. "That's what they did to your friend, Rick. They FUCKED him right out there on open property while you boys sat in your car cowering like pussies." "Who you calling a PUSSY, gram'pa?" asked Luke. "Don't be dick-wads all your lives." answered Will, as he opened the screen door to the back of the bar. "Go check it out." he finished, as he disappeared inside. The guys all dismissed what Willis said as drunken talk, just as Bud predicted. But a few beers later, they still found themselves talking about it. "I can't believe all that shit that guy was talking about Rick!" stated Mitch, taking another swig of beer. "Dude had to be crazy, man...or stoned out of his head to make up some shit like that! Now why would Rick let some guy and his dogs butt fuck him like that?" "Dude was trippin. Ain't noway Rick went out like that." agreed Luke, taking a long drag on Chuck's weed. "But then again, why would the guy lie about something like that?" "Because he was fired from Ryker's place, and he maybe disgruntle." reasoned Mitch. "The jealous mofo could make up any story he wants, just to try to ruin Bud's business." "Even so, why would he mention the dogs? Why not just say that Rick and Bud were fucking if he wanted us to believe his lie? Bringing the dogs into it only makes it THAT much harder to believe." said Luke a loud. "Who knows? Maybe he has a dog fetish? Maybe they butt fucked HIM once, and he transferring it over to Rick? Maybe he didn't like Rick either? Maybe Rick got him canned? Who the hell knows what goes on inside the head of drunks?" suggested Mitch as possible answers. "I don't think ole Willis was THAT drunk, or crazy." said Chuck, taking the last puff off his joint before tossing it to the ground. "So what are you asking? You think Rick's guilty of letting dogs fuck him?" questioned Mitch, skeptically. "No. But weirder things've happened. "AND, it would explain why we ain't seen much of Rick around lately." "Oh, so it can't be that Rick's been too busy to hang with us because he's working hard up at Ryker's farm all day, he HAS to be getting butt fucked by Ryker's demon dogs! Is that what you're suggesting?" asked Mitch, skeptically. "That's fucked up." "I'm not the one that suggested it, WILLIS WAS!" said Chuck. "But you're perpetuating it by even giving it consideration! You KNOW Rick! You KNOW he's not GAY! You KNOW that guy's full of shit!" argued Mitch, convincingly. "I'm not too sure of that...." offered Chuck, with no explanation. "What do you mean by that?" asked Mitch, stunned by Chuck's doubts of my honor. "I've just...heard some things, is all." said Chuck, capturing Mitch's and Luke's full attention. "What've you heard?" asked luke, -all ears. Mitch thought for a minute, as if deciding if he should tell them what he heard or not, then decided to do it. "Well, you know where I scored this good "killer weed" from, right?" "Hattsfield. Right?" "Yeah. Well, one of the black guys that work there asked me when was I gonna bring that "freaky white boy that sucked all our dicks" back with me? At first I thought he was just joking, til he offered me a discount on our next stash if I brought him over." "So you're basing our friend's entire reputation on the words of some black CRACK dealer, and a disgruntle employee? Real smooth." smirked Mitch, shaking his head in disbelief. "Too much of a coincidence for me." stated Chuck, believing the tale. "Yeah well, shows where your devotion lies." smarted Mitch. "Okay mr smartass, why don't we just go find Rick and check it out for ourselves?" "Check what out? If he's letting his boss ass and some scary ass dogs fuck him up the ass at work?" questioned Mitch. "Do you know how stupid that sounds? Do you seriously think Rick would be giving the ass up like that? Come on! We've seen him fuck Sally Pigford in the back of his dad's car at the drive in before, remember? He got laid before YOU did! He's not gay!" "I know." agreed Chuck, finally. "But we still owe to Rick to go check it out. To let him know what Will's been saying about him behind his back. And maybe we can get him to hang out with us for a while." "And if not, we could always give the sheep pen another visit." smiled Luke. "Get a girlfriend." laughed Mitch and Chuck, as they all walked to the car. * * * * * * At the farm, Bud lay on top of me in bed, his cock slipping easily in and out of my greased and welcoming asshole. I bit my lower lip as I felt the pressure of him build inside of me. His thrusts got stronger and shorter, indicating that he was getting closer to climax. I really enjoyed receiving his cock, taking his dick as my asshole sucked and massaged his thick shaft for him. Bud leaned forward and buried his tongue into my mouth. I could taste the tobacco as I sucked on it. His cock stiffened as he continued to fuck into me. I spread my legs a little wider to get every inch of his dick in me as he really started to pound on my body. I knew I was about to get another injection from his wonderful manhood. Bud broke our kiss, his tongue ripping from my mouth as he threw his head back and yelled. I felt his cock throb, then felt his hot cum shoot into my ass in a flood of force. I reached down and stroked my cock, and came on the fifth pump. My own cum shot between the 2 of us just as Bud leaned back in for another soulful kiss. He tongue fucked my panting mouth while his cock continued to pump his white gold into me. "Ready?" he asked, once his dick stopping cumming and began to shrink. "Ready, willing, and lubed." I smiled looking up at him. Bud grinned back, kissing me one last time before helping me out of bed. We threw on our jeans then left the house for the kennel. The dogs greeted us at the door. They ran around us with a burst of energy, as if they sensed that another doggy-bang was in the works. I could see the excitement in them as their dicks extended from their sheaths as they pranced around us proudly. It'd been several days since my last doggy-bang, and I found myself just as eager to get back in the saddle as the dogs were. Bud had told me of the dogs high sex drives due to all the chemical testosterone flowing through their cycles. Bud strapped me in, locking my arms and legs across the metal table we always used so the dogs could easily mount me. Then he led the first dog (Pop) into the stable. Pop (the oldest of the 3 dogs) sniffed my cum filled anus, licked me, then mounted in record time. Luckily I had plenty of Bud's semen in me as Pop's cock bore into me as suddenly as a thunderous clash of lightening. I yiped as his cock bore me deep. Pop immediately picked up a frightful pace, having missed my ass for an entire week. He wrapped his dirty paws around me, and pounded into my body as if he were drunk on love. I loved the way his furry pelvis collided with my tender buttock everytime. His cock humped in and out of me at a faster pace then Bud. It was like being fucked on film at high speed, my asshole had no recovery time as dogs didn't change pace or positions. They didn't understand that your asshole needed to get used to being penetrated, or that you might need a break or a breather before continuing. Or that you may have a cramp and needed to stop for a minute to walk it off. They merely fucked in and out, driving and drilling the whole time until they came. Basic instincts, really. They didn't have the art we humans did at making love or prolonging a good encounter. But for the sheer power and force of raw fucking, nothing beats being taken and commanded by a big dog in heat. Pop had been breeding out pups for years. He and his brethren were well versed in plugging bitches. I couldn't even begin to estimate how many female they've impregnated over their lifetimes, but it was for certain that my asshole had received more injections then any one female canine ever had. On average Pop would fuck me 3 to 4 times during the course of one night's session, but Bud said that the dogs were capable of much more breeding then that. With a stable of females just waiting for spring to get in heat, any one male dog had up to 10 females or more to fuck during the course of one day, before he has to do it all over again the next day, and then the next, and the next, until they are certain that the females were impregnated. With me as their only outlet for a small period of time, they could only get in a tiny fragment of the sex they would be getting come spring. These were some horny dogs. Pop's gigantic knot popped into my ass to tie us together, by now I was well fucked and expecting it, so it didn't hurt as much as it used to. Pop never stopped or slowed his pace once, his plowing continued until he was shooting off inside me. My anus was filled with his juice as he began sloppily licking my ear affectionately. I turned my face sideways so he could kiss me in the lips, and he did. I opened my mouth and let his wet tongue flop in and out of my mouth -french style. Bud watched as Pop and I made out. After a few minutes, his knot shrunk and his cock exited my hole. I wanted to tighten it to keep Pop's cum in me, but decided to keep it loose and dilated for Flint. I knew Flint's attack would be hard and fast, and wanted to feel as less pain as possible. Pop's and Bud's sperms seeped plentifully from my open hole as Bud led the next dog up to the plate. Flint's cock had been hard the whole time as he watched his brother pound my ass. He didn't need Bud to lead him to me, he knew exactly what to do and mounted me before Bud could even instruct him. Flint's cock spared me on the first thrust. My dilated hole swallowed up his big dick with minimal discomfort. He took to humping hard right off the bat, fucking and drilling his long K9 dick into my soft human buttock. As he fucked me, more semen escaped my loose cunt. I worked my anus around his plunging shaft, tightening and loosening it to help massage him to a quick climax just the way I do his owner's dick when he fucks me. But it was hard trying to keep up with Flint's furious pace, and after a while I just lay there and let him do all the work. His cock was plunging me deep, the massive length causing the deeply embedded semen to rise to the top and excrete out my anus around his cock base. The fur around his belly and balls became wet with semen secretions, yet Flint continued to plow me. I could feel the doggy drool from his mouth dripping down onto my bare back, and wanted to taste his spit in my mouth. I turned my head and arched my back until my face was beside his, and began to kiss him. Flint snapped out of his humping trance and began licking me, smearing drool all over my face. His knot swelled inside me, aided by all the cum embedded in my hole. In no time he was hosing my insides with a giant supply of semen. I could actually feel my stomach expand a little to make room for the enormous load. When Flint's cock finally popped out of me, Bud stood behind me and spread my ass cheeks to survey the damage. He told me how open and wide my asshole looked, and contemplated fucking me himself, but decided this was the dog's time not his. So he stepped aside to allow Rex a turn at my ass. Rex sniffed and licked my hole a few times to taste his brothers ejaculations before he too mounted me. He jabbed a few times before he finally connected with my gaping hole. His cock plunged right in, then he began his impossible pace into my bowels. Luckily I was spared any pain by the amazing stretching his 2 brothers and Bud had already given me. Pretty soon he was humping and pumping with the best of them, drilling his meat into me with all the skill of a construction worker drilling concrete. He never let up his pace as he drove that big cock in and out of me in a fury of fast jabs and pumps. I was in heaven having my asshole totally ravaged again. It was a feeling only second to Bud's big cock invading my bowels in bed at night. I had developed strong feeling for Bud and his dogs, allowing them all to have at my body whenever they wanted without protest or complaint. I could tell Bud was appreciative to have me around, he didn't have to jack off anymore as I was always available to catch his loads. And I loved being on the receiving end of his dick. He was an excellent lover, with great pulse and stamina. He would fuck me several times at night, each time firing into me and injecting me with his sperm. Each time he came in me, I felt closer to him. I would look up into his eyes as his dick pulsed inside me. I would accept all the cum he had to offer, then milk the shaft of its last drops by tightening my anus around the root. Bud would then tell me how much he loved fucking me, as he fell asleep between my widely spread legs. Rex was a dog gone mad. He was fucking me so viciously wild, that his cock kept slipping from my hole and jabbing into my balls and thighs. Whenever his cock fell free, it would take a few fast thrusts before he re-aimed back into the correct position. Then his cock would jam all the way back into me to his furry balls. He repeated this move several time, humping so wildly that his cock kept falling out. Finally his knot shoved into me, insuring that we would not separate again until my colon was filled. Rex humped and humped, sending his cock and that fat orange sized knot into me deeply. Before long he was yipping small whimpers as he came in me, adding his cum load to the many already deposited there. "You really like getting butt fucked, don't you boy?" Bud smiled, looking down at my angelic face as my eyes had rolled up in their sockets. "Oh YES!" I recalled yelling, unable to contain my thrill. "YES, I LOVE IT! I LOVE how they continue to fuck me! How they use me and fill me with their cumm..." I gasped, feeling Rex's watery load spill back out of my too full rectum. Bud couldn't help but laugh at my lust. I saw the lump in his jeans, and knew he was concealing a hardon. I wanted to rip the pants open and devour him whole, but was still too securely tied to the table to move. Bud leaned forward and kissed me firmly on the lips. Once Bud was sure I was okay, he went on his way around the farm to finish up on some of the chores he hadn't gotten to as a result of fucking me all day. He left me in the breeding stall with Pop, Flint and Rex, as they all continued to take turns on me. For the most part they each fucked me in order one by one, but occasionally one dog would try to out muscle the others dog by taking my ass before he was scheduled to. The 2 dogs would snap at each other and growl, but they never went crazy after each other while I was in their presence. They had more important things on their minds then fighting. And whenever 2 of the 3 dogs would get caught up in an argument, the third dog would sneak in and start fucking me before his brothers could realize they just lost a turn. In no time at all, the 3 of them had my asshole stuffed and oozing cum apon every exit as I lay there taking fuck after fuck like the bitch dog whore I'd become.