Date: Wed, 24 Oct 2007 13:23:57 -0500
From: charles Turner <cbru49@gmail.com>
Subject: Sabu and Pup 5

This is a work of fiction.  I am not blind and there is no Sabu.  There is
no intention to defame a nationality, group of disabled people or any other
entity.  If stories about men having sex with dogs and other males offend,
please go elsewhere.  As I often do, I try picturing meeting a particular
person or being in a special place when I first create the outline for a
story.  Hope you recognize yourself, no one else will.  Feel free to
contact me, especially those in the Texas Hill Country, at
cbru49@gmail.com.


Sabu and Pup


"For a dog that has always been about mastery, Pedro certainly has changed
after spending only one night with you. Did he fight you at all about being
fucked?"  Walt was gently rubbing the back of our heads as he talked.
After answering him with two barks he asked if I wished to spend another
night as Pedro's guest to which I eagerly replied with a single bark and a
little five point dance, just the idea had swollen my dick far enough for
it to drag on the lush grass.  Without another word he took us inside and
led us to two full food dishes, side by side as equals Pedro and I ate our
meals before licking the other's face clean.

The men sitting around the dining room table took pleasure in having us sit
and roll over before feeding Pedro and I scraps from their plates, not
always the most edible food as it was a joke among the youngest of them to
watch me eating something they had partially chewed and spit out.  The game
was one which Walt had warned me might happen in one of our earliest
conversations about visiting his home, another warning he had given me was
that he didn't tolerate slaves that entered his house submissive and forgot
their place after enjoying his hospitality.  Thus when he and Javy left the
table and walked away hand in hand I knew better than to relax or break
from my role.  I had been listening as well as I could while the diners ate
and had understood that two of the men sitting at the table were Javy's
brothers, Julio and Fernando, the other was a purplish black man that
served as the trainer who showed Jesus at AKC sponsored shows around the
country.

After Javy and Walt left the other three sat drinking champagne and getting
somewhat soused.  Knowing that one of the brothers had already taken his
fist to my ass I worried that the party would deteriorate and progress
beyond my ability to tolerate.  I knew my worries were legitimate when the
brothers dropped their shorts and called me between their legs for two
fountains of recycled champagne that weren't well aimed at my mouth.  Rafe
leaned back in his chair watching the young men that had grown up around
Walt satisfying their urge to demean me with their waste.  When they
finished he called me to him and calmly and carefully sprayed a river of
piss down my throat without spilling a drop on my chin, empty he pulled my
head in closer and teabagged me numerous times, all while holding me still
with a thumb on my lower jaw.

Julio and Fernando made a number of rude racist comments as I was busy
having my mouth used by the tall, thin Rafe.  That he was an
African-American didn't bother me, all that mattered was that he tasted
masculine and didn't wear cologne or powder on his low hanging,
mouth-filling, coarse hair covered orbs that would soon be giving me a hot
load.  His experience as a dog trainer and shower was evident in the way he
had Pedro and I lined up and obeying his short quiet orders. When he had
removed his pants and stood in front of me I had difficulty resisting the
desire to dive in before he gave the command.  My tongue had run up his
crack once and was touching his opening for the second time when Rafe let
me know that I was being giving the opportunity to lick up what Jesus had
left behind.

Mostly it was just me, but Pedro joined in the worship of the asshole in
front of me when I let him.  Unbelievably, I would have stayed there
worshipping that hole for the rest of the day had Rafe had not finally
ordered me back.  As he stood and turned I was slapped in the face by his
long thin dick, a reflection of the man himself.  I hoped he planned to
fill my mouth and throat, I wanted to see how far I could take the
pencil-dick down my throat.  I knelt with my mouth open waiting, but Rafe
stepped around me until he was almost touching my ass.  I didn't see it
happen, but I heard Pedro growl and then Rafe scream.  Julio and Fernando
were soon yelling at Pedro in Spanish and then I heard Walt demanding to
know what the problem was.

"He ate my ball!"  Rafe's voice had dropped an octave from the high pitched
scream, but his agony was still apparent in the sounds that carried through
the room.

"Who?"  Walt wasn't getting the picture of what happened.

"Pedro, senor.  The Negrito was getting ready to fuck the enslavo cuando
Pedro attacked him.  In one bite he took his juevo and ate it."  I think it
was Fer-nando talking, Julio didn't say much in Spanish.

"Get your father, Julio.  Zooboi, take Pedro into the cage."  Walt took
over like a true master should, but I could hear a slight tremor of
amusement in his voice as he gave orders.  In a few seconds I heard him
speaking again, this time he must have been on the telephone and talking to
a doctor, becuause he was arranging for the man to come to the house and
stitch up the wound.  I ignored the others for a while and lay with Pedro
and helped him lick his face clean, the taste of blood was still on his
snout and sharing that trophy was like giving him a commitment, we had
become blood-brothers in the best sense of the words and ceremony (I truly
and strangely was sorry he hadn't given me a taste of the testicle).

"I told you that you ruined him.  You are his bitch now.  He would never
allow another to top you, he might even go through a door or wall to get at
someone he thought was trying to nail you, zooboi.  I'm going to have to
get rid of him.  Was his life worth the fuck?"

I answered Walt with a single bark and then tried barking furiously to get
him to allow me to speak in English but he obviously didn't want to hear
what I had to say as he only told me to lay down and be quiet.  I would
have tried to get him to let me break my role, but laying down beside Pedro
the dog and I soon fell to sleep.  It was not like the sleep of the
previous night, but face to face, chest to chest and dick to sheath.  I
passed in and out of a deep sleep only to find myself tangled in arms and
legs.

I woke a few hours later to a strange voice saying that he could give Walt
a pill and a shot that would put the dog to sleep for good.  Without even
thinking I was on my knees and barking twice, there had not even been a
second for me to think about speaking in English; life in the cage had
trained me to speak as I was expected.  Later I thought about that and
decided I must be extremely sus-ceptible to some suggestions or really want
to live my life as a dog.  My sudden movement had alarmed Pedro and he
jumped up and began growling and snapping. Our reaction startled both the
doctor and Walt.  As Pedro barked for his life I wrapped my arms around his
tense neck and held him tight.

The rest of the morning and afternoon only Rudy was able to come near the
wire-walls.  He took us from the cage and walked us outdoors.  For a half
hour Pedro ran around the courtyard and I tried to chase after him when I
caught a glimpse of his whiteness or heard his heavy panting.

Back in the cage Pedro ate from the two bowls of food that had been place
beside his water and my piss.  I decided that I would pass on another meal
of Alpo and lay down on the mat to watch my lover gorge himself.  Revved up
from his exercise and hearty meal Pedro paced the cage for a while until he
thought of something and come to a stop in front of me.  I seriously hoped
he wasn't thinking about pissing on me when he raised his leg, thankfully I
seemed to be right and he sighed as his dick first poked from the sheath
and then was inch by inch drawn into my hungry mouth.

As Pedro's dick bounced against the back of my throat I knew that I was
truly happier than I'd been since I'd lost my sight.  There were two dogs
and a Pup in my life to take the place of what I was missing.  Pedro could
have humped my face, but he didn't need to as I worked with a dedication
that I had never before shown to any dick.  I was soon swallowing every
drop of fluid he was able to pump through his hard dick and I was able to
squeeze from his knot and balls.  The Dogo was still standing in front of
me with his spongy dick resting three-quarters erected in my mouth when I
heard Walt and Javy enter the lanai.

"Sir, the time has come for me to return to the hotel."  Speaking would
break my role and although early, Walt had promised if I wished he would
make certain I was returned to the hotel.  I didn't want to miss a night
sleeping with Pedro, but I needed to make arrangements that would allow me
to offer Walt an alterna-tive to putting him to sleep.  I knew that my
current arrangement with Sabu would be strained beyond the breaking point
unless I was able to find some new answers.

"I will have Julio take you back to the hotel."  Walt didn't seem too
surprised by my request.

"Sir, I would like the opportunity to speak with you."  He didn't answer me
for a moment, then replied that he was going to be busy.  "I want to save
Pedro's life, when can we speak?"

"I will be out of town all week, you can call me next Saturday."

"Can I have him?"  When he didn't answer right away I continued, "You said
I ruined him and you're thinking about putting him to sleep.  I love him
and he has become posssesive of me.  It would be a good for him to come
live with me."

"You're talking about a dog that cost me ten thousand dollars to purchase,
ship to America and train.  Do you really think I'm going to give him to
you because you ruined him?"  I couldn't tell if Walt was asking a serious
question or was attempting to negotiate a monetary settlement.  Although I
make decent money and don't overspend there was little chance that I was
going to offer him that much money, even if I was falling in love as hard
as Pedro.

"A dog that has bit a human and submits to another to be fucked is not
salable, if you don't give him to me what is going to happen to him?"  I
wasn't telling him anything he didn't know, but I wanted to keep the
conversation going so he had a chance to change his mind before he left
town for the week.

"I would give him to Rafe and watch as he tortured the dog.  Let him take
your testicle and see what you want to do with him.  Rafe would like to
make him suffer before he dies."  There was truth in what he said even if
he didn't want to torture the Dogo himself.

"I can't afford to pay you a lot for Pedro, but if you set a monthly amount
I might buy him from you."  I was holding him tight and knew there was no
way I could give him up without trying everything I could to get Walt to
let me have the loving animal at my side.  The thought that Walt was losing
not only a dog but a dogslave didn't occur to me until he spoke.

"Zooboi, by this time tomorrow I had planned on having two dogs and a
dogslave to do my bidding and entertain my guests.  What do I have now?  I
have a Great Dane that goes both ways and a vicious Dogo that may or may
not ever revert to being a stud.  Instead of a dogslave, I have a lover
that will perform with Jesus, but will not allow the big dog to fuck him.
Maybe Rafe will go back to allowing Jesus to mount him and maybe not, he
might sue me or go to the police to get Pedro killed."  As he spoke about
his situation Walt got angrier and louder, by the time he had stopped
talking Pedro had pushed himself in front of me and was growling meanly.

The stand off between Walt and Pedro seemed to last forever, but it
couldn't have been more than ten minutes before the man who wanted to be my
master decided that Pedro should be mine.  "Javy and I are inviting some
friends of ours over to celebrate our decision to become a couple.  You and
Pedro be the entertainment and if our guests are satisfied and completely
pleased when they leave you may be given Pedro.  Once the dinner is
finished I will take you back to your hotel and we will come to an
agreement."

The idea of Pedro and I being abused and probably watched seal our fate did
nothing to excite me, but the idea that Pedro would be living with me did.
I needed time to decide what I could do about Sabu and Pup.  There was no
way I could survive without Sabu as my guide and companion.  In the short
time since Pup and I had physically united and made the fantasies we had
both confided come true I had determined that I did not want to leave him
behind if I left Austin.  To have found two loves in one weekend was more
than I had believed would ever happen in my life.

The celebratory dinner was much like lunch, but there were ten people
present beside Walt and Javy.  As more of the guests entered the lanai
Pedro became more possessive until he would not move from my side and
uttered a low growl every-time a guest opened his pants to get blown or use
my mouth as an urinal.  I loved his concern, but I knew that I had no
choice in doing whatever it was that the guests asked.  By the time they
were seated around the long table I was bloated from all the urine that had
been indiscriminately sprayed into my mouth and throat.  Walt's guests
thought it mildly humerous that I stood at the door and whined and lifted
my leg so that Rudy would allow me to trot out onto the grass and relieve
my bladder.

Throughout the meal and afterdinner drinks and coffee Pedro and I were
trappped under the table with a command to service any dick that was
offered to us.  In my younger years that might have been more exciting, but
unable to see much more than the movement of pants the visible clues that I
once thought so exciting were merged into taste and shape.  The ten dicks
under the table were mostly varied, only three of them were similar once
erect, about six inches long and no thicker than a half dollar. The rest
went from the quarter thickness and twelve inch length of Rafe to about
four and a half or five inches and as big around as a soda can.  A few of
the dicks had a bitter aftertaste of unshaken piss and some tasted like
soap, but for the most part they smelled and tasted of the sweet
masculinity that draws me to cock.

I had always known there was a subtle difference in the taste of cum and a
huge difference in the amount different men spout, but as my taste buds
were bathed in the essence of men I began to be able to tell something
about the man feeding me.  It wasn't their race or age, but their diet and
health that was given away.  The most bitter of the cum was definitely from
a heavy drinker and smoker, the sweetest from a man that kept himself
shaved and tanned a man that cared for himself, the pepperiest was most
likely from one of the hispanic brothers and the thickest I supposed was
from a man that didn't often have sex.  Likewise their piss had a different
flavor although not as distinct, I think I was most likely drinking urine
that had been fully diluted with beer or champagne.

I was trying not to think about what I was doing under the table, the end
result was what mattered, not what I needed to do to free Pedro.  Some of
the guests required a second blow job, some wanted Pedro and I to lick
their balls and ass, others took the opportunity to use my mouth a second
and third time to dispose of their piss.  Amazingly I had gotten a little
drunk from all the waste, I couldn't even remember if Javy or Walt had
bared their dicks.  As the guests left the table I wanted nothing more than
to lay down on the floor with Pedro and sleep.  I had let my head rest on
his shoulder when I heard Rudy calling us out from under the draping.

Once more he took us outside to relieve my bloated stomach and with leashes
attached to our collars led us to a brightly lit area not far from Walt's
swimming pool.  We were still on the grass when I sensed that we were being
encircled by a number of the guests.  With all the cock sucking and fucking
I'd done in the previous forty-eight hours I was astounded that my own cock
was hard, as I thought about it I knew that at some point either Walt, Rudy
or one of the guests had fed me some Viagra.  There was no other way that I
could have still been erect, I glared at the guests that I couldn't see;
why would they treat someone that cruelly.  I say that because an overdose
of the medicine had been determined to be the main reason that I lost my
eyesight.  As I turned my head I noticed that what I normally saw as black
and grey was now black and blue-tinged shadows.  My heart raced and my head
hurt, the idea of losing what remained of my sight was terrifying.

Pedro sensed that I had changed or was nervous, gently he leaned against me
and licked the tears from my face.  Under his minstrations I calmed down
and rea-lized that even if I were to lose the little sight I had (it had
been tested as less than five percent) I had gained two loves.  Grateful to
the Dogo I wrapped my arms around him and held on until Walt ordered us
forward.  Rudy had removed my leash, but he held Pedro back with his.  When
my head bumped Javy's naked leg and my cheek brushed against what I
couldn't believe was his dick Pedro gave me a reassuring lick up the crack
of my ass.  I thought the dinner was over and Walt was backing out on his
promise until I heard guests murmurring about the flaming desserts that had
been placed on a table beside the pool.

"Get Pedro up on his back."  I was happy that Pedro was going to be on top
of me, not anyone else.  My jaws were tired and my throat and nasal
passages raw from the quarters of piss.  The only part of my body that
hadn't been severely used in the past two hours was my ass and it had not
been fucked for most of the day and deeply needed Pedro to claim it as his
own.  I doubted I could take him dry and unprepped, but I needn't have
worried as I felt one of the guests kneel beside us and run greasy fingers
through my ass ring and sliding up and down Pedro's dick.  It was the first
time that any of the guests had touched him in any way and his low growl
warned the others not to move in too close or try anything.

"Open your mouth, zooboi!"  I didn't know whether to expect another dick ,
piss or what.  When I felt what seemed to be little more than my pinkie
touch my tongue I didn't immediately know that Javy had stepped forward to
get sucked.  I had his entire dick in my mouth and my tongue on the acorns
that hung below it before I knew that Walt was trying to demean me in a way
I couldn't fathom.  As I struggled not to laugh I felt Pedro's leash being
wrapped around my neck, "That should keep him from biting you, Javy."

Pedro had managed to get his dick about three or four inches into me by
that time and I was moving to the hard humping that he was employing to
push further home.  Javy's dick hadn't grown either in length or girth by
the time he pulled out and Walt stuck his dick in.  I was even more shocked
by the few inches Walt had pushed through my lips.  He too had less than a
finger's length dick that swelled only minimally larger around than Javy's.
Concentrating on such a small cock was difficult when there was ten thick
inches working its way up my chute.  Ten inches attached to a dog that had
proved he loved me.  Ten inches that was moving as hard as Pedro had ever
moved in me.

Walt had his hands on the side of my face and Pedro was slobbering in my
ear when matters changed drastically.  Pedro tried turning to our rear and
nearly choked me.  That movement almost made me take the little dick off in
one bite.  Walt yelled, Pedro let up and I knew that something was
happening behind us.  The idea that Javy had been worried about being
bitten hit me, he was going to fuck my lover and there was nothing I could
do about it just as there was nothing I could do about my hardon dragging
in the grass.  I expected Javy and Walt to last for a long time considering
they had been spending most of their time in bed together, but I was
surprised when Walt splattered a few drops of cum on my tongue and withdrew
and I heard Javy yell that he was cumming.

Finally I relaxed my entire body and Pedro was easily able to plunge his
half formed knot through my ass lips and into the rectum. As he rammed that
knot in and out I smiled for the first time since Walt's guests arrived,
there couldn't be a better reward for a job well done than to have Pedro
reward me with a pounding that stirred me from my head to toes and around
again.  Pedro began to shorten his strokes and swell to the size I'd gotten
used to having wedged inside me.  With each short stroke that rattled me I
doubted that life could get much better, but the idea of having Pup
squirming up and down on my full length while Pedro pumped cum into us both
gave me hope that it might.

The Dogo had stopped cumming when Rudy unwrapped the leash from my neck and
Pedro stepped over my back to tie with me.  Even greased and coated with
his cum Pedro's knot was tight enough within me to cause my body to flip as
he turned and landed on his side.  Looking up I could barely make out the
shadows moving in closer, but it seemed like all of the guests were
surrounding us when I felt the first stream of searing hot piss hit my
dick.  It didn't take the other guests long to join in the shower and I
could count two, three, four and then I was shooting volley after volley of
cum through the golden rain that was spraying me from my balls to my open
mouth.