Date: Wed, 31 Oct 2007 13:51:13 -0600 From: charles Turner Subject: Sabu and Pup 7 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 I had asked the valet at the front door to show the young man that had been walking my dog over the weekend into Fridays, I thought I heard a snicker in the background but ccouldn't tell where or why. Hoping a full load of liquid waste warming his gut would entice Pup to join our excursion beyond Lake Travis I had switched from scotch to beer. We had planned to be leaving soon after he arrived and I wanted to satisfy his thirst before we left the hotel. Surpris-ingly Sabu gave me a warning that Pup had entered the restaurant by an unac-customed whining. He was ready for loving after a long day of work, some that I no longer gave him. Still in his harness, the well and fully trained Sabu didn't rise from the floor or greet Pup as he seemed to want. After introducing my new partner to my new co-worker I asked Pup to guide me upstairs to my room, I wanted to leave Sabu with Fernando so he wouldn't change his mind about betraying the man that em-ployed his father and had become the lover of his youngest brother. Pup easily fell into the role of valet, taking each piece of clothing as I removed it and placing it on a hanger. As I handed him my underwear I could hear him sniffing them lightly, a harmless and kinky fetish that I didn't know he had but was not unhappy to learn about, I was sure we could incorporate it into our sex play some day. Completely undressed I pulled Pup to me and gently yet passionately kissed him, as I held him in my arms I let him know that we would be staying in Austin for the foreseeable future. He squirmed in my arms as badly as a real pup until he hit the floor dancing on four feet and wagging his tail. I soon felt his warm breath on my ass and his hands trying to separate the halves so he could happily worship me with his dedicated tongue. I only allowed him a few minutes, if Fernando, Sabu and Pedro weren't waiting I would not have moved him away. Then I turned and without aiming let loose with the first spurt of recycled beer. I felt it splash off his face and hit my leg, but it was barely out of the shaft when Pup's smooth wet lips clamped on my dick and nursed me like a greedy pup does his mother's teat. Fernando had too many martinis to drive so Pup was drafted to drive the state van. The ride north was one of the least sexual since I'd been in Austin if you don't count the warm breath of Sabu seeping through my light sweats to my crotch and the groping hand of Pup massaging my balls as he helped me find the step. I had Pup stop at a sporting goods store and buy a pair of knee pads and slipped him extra money to buy himself a couple yellow jockstraps, the only underwear I would be letting him wear while we lived together. Sitting in the parking lot of the store an artificial barrier that had stood between Fernando, Pup and I broke down with lubrication as we finally began using first names instead of Doctor, sir and Pup. At the bottom of the driveway that leads to the house overlooking Lake Travis Fernando got out of the van and entered the code necessary to open a sliding gate. Once the gate was open he spoke to Billy Dean, telling him to follow the drive as it wound to the left and not to make any right turns, he promised to be waiting when we returned. The van was much slower crawling up the mountain than Walt's truck had been and by the time we came to a stop I had gone over the plan that Fernando and I had hatched a number of times until I could have repeated it in my sleep. What I didn't know that Fernando knew was that the entire plan was crap. Nothing would go the way he had helped me plan from the moment I entered the house looking for Pedro. Billy Dean helped me down from the van and I rubbed Sabu's head to let him know he was staying. My young lover eased me out of the Tee-shirt and sweats before handing me the knee pads he had stripped of price tags and plastic. I wasn't going into the house expecting to remain as a dogslave, so mittens were unnec-essary. Expectations of what was to come had my dick standing and my asshole throbbing uncontrollably, it was one time that evening that I wanted to order Pup to his knees, but I knew there was going to be more than enough sex in the next portion of the trip to satisfy even the loneliest asshole. I pulled Billy Dean, Pup, to me and whispered in his ear that I was doing this to save a life and I would do much more for him if I ever needed to, with a final kiss I let him turn me towards the steps. From my knees it was a bit difficult to open the door, but I knew that I would not be admitted if I tried it any other way. I was half way across the thres-hold into the foyer when I heard an unfamiliar voice, "so, mi perrito has again returned. Pedro has meessed hees leetle beetch. Are you heere to take heem home, puta?" I was certain that Walt was gone. Who was this man that acted as if he owned the Dogo, me and the house? I was unable to put it together right then, so all I did was give him one bark. The chance that I would be allowed to speak had faded with the remarkably garbled greeting. Fernando had warned me that his father would expect me to do the Dogo in some fashion if he would be expected to risk his position in the house for a dog but never having heard him speak I didn't know that I was being subjected to his mannerisms. I didn't know whether to retreat or push ahead, but while I tried deciding what I should do the man reached down and placed a collar around my neck and snapped a leash onto it. That is when I first thought that it might be Rudy; the leash had made a distinctive snap, it was as if the person holding it didn't release the clip smoothly but tried making as much noise as the metal might make by allowing it to hit full force. I was following the man on my hands and knees across a hard stone floor when I heard Pedro begin barking. I hoped that meant he had caught a sniff of me and was happy to greet me, not that he was angry or that something was wrong. Still I could tell from the rattling noise that he was confined to the cage that we had shared. I was up the first short flight of stairs and crossing a roughly carpeted expanse when I bumped my head into Jesus. I couldn't tell that by any way other than the voice that led me, speaking to me. "Well perrito, eet looks like Jesus remembers you. That beeg pinga ees almost to the floor. Suck eet!" I had promised myself that any sex act I was ordered to commit on this rescue mission would be done without hesitation. I tried sticking my head under the belly of the Great Dane to reach his dick, but somehow I had gotten reversed and I ended up with his egg-size balls bouncing against my lips. We all have sex acts that we would most prefer to do and enjoy the most having done to us; personally I like nothing better than having my ass rimmed, not even getting fucked or sucked beats that in my book. But, second on my list of favorite activities is sucking on balls, preferably big hairless balls that fill my mouth one at a time. That is exactly what Jesus had and they were wonderful. I didn't want to leave Jesus turn around so I would be sucking his dick but the voice was soon bored with watching Jesus's balls disappearing in my mouth. Jesus stood like a statue while I let his dick slide through my lips until his knot was pressing them against my teeth. That is one of the amazing things about dog dicks, some of them have knots right at the sheath and others have their knots further up the shaft. Pedro's knot was far enough up so he could still hump after entering, but Jesus's was right at the sheath and made his dick look longer. Since I didn't swallow his knot I actually had less dick in my mouth and throat when sucking Jesus even if I could move more smoothly over the full length. He was almost ready to unload in my throat when I heard him being chased to the next room. I did get the taste of a few drops on my tongue, but he pulled off and ran away without giving me what I expected. Although I figured I would be meeting him again before the evening was over I was not happy to let his dick escape. I followed the man who was now pulling on my leash as quickly as I was able to crawl. After childhood that is no longer a natural movement and unable to see where I am going makes me more cautious than others. By this time Pedro was going crazy, I knew that there must be something that was making him extremely upset, something more than the cage. It was immediately apparent what was disturbing him, I felt two cold snouts and tongues exploring my body. I didn't know whether I was going to be fucked twice in front of Pedro or I was expected to take one dog in both ends. What there was no doubt about was that Pedro would be seeing me taken by other dogs, if he would bite a man I wondered what he would do to another dog. "Pobrecito. Your perro wants to tear these Rotties apart. But you, you leetle puta, you ruined heem. You made heem take your pinga, now hees a beetch like you. Eef you could see eet I'd have every perro een the kennel fuck heem, wipe heem with beetch scent and let them go at heem again." This man seemed angrier than Walt about the condition of Pedro and the idea his Dogo had been mounted by a man that loved him didn't matter, the dog was ruined in his eyes and there was no way he would ever be the same. Stupid Machismo. "Seet, Chico! Seet, Har-po!" The dogs moved away from me, far enough that I wondered why I was alone. The leash that had been snapped onto the collar was tied to the floor, my hands were cuffed and attached to the same I-bolt, a padded stool was slipped under my chest and I found I was unable to raise my head or pull myself up. I could hear the Rottweilers breathing heavily and occassionally snorting with impatience. What I didn't hear was the man that had led me to the room walking around or preparing to strike me which he did unexpectedly and violently. The pain was so sudden and all encompassing that I had no idea what had hit me or even exactly where it had hit although I knew it was somewhere on my butt. My experience with punishment had been limited to mild play and one beating by my father for pissing in his pumpkin patch. When I was told to start counting strokes I had no idea that the man hitting me would be switching between differ-ent whips and paddles to see how I reacted. I had discussed SM with various people over the years I had been using the I-net, but I never knew anyone personally that professed to enjoy either role. The first day I had met Walt I had thought this would be his idea of play and had set my mind against him and now I was someone else's toy to abuse at will. The count had passed thirty and my cheeks were wet with tears. My thighs and butt were burning so badly that I didn't acknowledge the end of the session or one of the dogs licking at the welts. I must have been sobbing too heavily to hear the first order, but when I felt the weight of a dog on my back I knew what was coming even though I had not been prepped at all. Not even a single lick from either of the dogs or a finger from the man behind me. It was not Chico's concern and when I felt the bone poking at my balls and then working its way up to my asshole I knew that I was the only one that cared. I'd had worse and I'd taken dog dicks that were fully swollen before entering me, so when Chico poked into my ass with just a bone it was bearable. A slick water-based lube would have been great, even saliva would have been helpful; the thin bone began swelling before the natural lube a dog secrets had the chance to make my channel slick enough to not hurt. Once Chico began humping at full force I felt a human dick pressing against my lips. It wasn't the piss slit that I felt but the broad upper half of the head, when I opened my lips I knew why. The man who had been speaking to me slid his dowsing rod across my tongue and lodged within my throat as if he were searching for my stomach. The bend in his dick would have made it impossible to fuck another man, there were at least two and a half inches beyond the bend and enough behind so that my lips were not buried in pubes but brushing against them. For a couple minutes I thought my end had come and I would never breathe again. Fortunately the power of the Rottweiler humping my ass left room for air to seep around the wiggling dick in my throat. I had been hard for so long that the stud's knot rubbing against my prostrate could not have failed to make me cum. From the moment Chico began filling me with his sperma dn piss I was spurting and only when he turned to tie with me did I slow to an ooze. The man behind the dick in my mouth was not ready to watch a dog gently tug at his knot and take his time escaping for the ridges of my butt, he first slapped me and then Chico so the dog jumped and loudly dislodged himself. Chico didn't have time to lick my ass or clean up the cum flowing down over my balls before the man had Harpo up and mounting me. It was a pack bang. When I felt the long wide tongue of Jesus lapping at the sensi-tive head of my still hard dick searching for cum I knew I wasn't going to be let loose for some time. Harpo was larger and stronger than Chico and I was bouncing on the stool under me and back and forth on the dick in my mouth and throat. The man was unable to resist for long and as quickly as he cam his dick shrank to its flacid state and he held my head with both hands and gave me the bitterest stream of piss I'd ever tasted. I know coffee changes the taste of cum and his was bitter and salty; the piss was revolting, I have no idea what could make him taste that bad. I was still swallowing when he pushed Jesus's long dick against my lips and ordered me to suck it again. Hearing Pedro whine in his cage I resolved again not to resist, but to please this man that was bent on degrading me beyond what he'd seen over the weekend. I wondered if Jesus's balls were fake, he refused to cum no matter how hard I sucked. Chico had already turned when I heard another man enter the room and be told to remove Pedro from the cage. Foolishly I thought I was soon to be finished with the horror of the evening. He was pulling the person that had removed him from the cage, I could hear his nails on the floor even though it was carpeted. When I felt him against me it wasn't the smooth white hair of my beloved, but a coarse leather muzzle that rubbed my face. He was defenseless against the other dogs in the room and it didn't take the man long to tell me why. "You thought watching you bee a beetch for mi perros was enough to make me forget you fucked mi mejor perro? You want a beetch? He be your beetch." I didn't really understand what he was talking about until he told the other man to wipe our butts with the beetch smell. "Now Chico, Harpo and Jesus will fuck you all night. Eef they get tired maybe the sons of Pedro would fuck their papi. Ha, ha!" It wasn't a demented laugh, but he was certainly enjoying himself too much as Pedro was lashed to my side and the Rottweilers both mounted us as one. I wished I could have held Pedro as he was force fucked but with my hands cuffed the best I could do was whisper sweet nothings to him. I had kissed him before and tried too nuzzle against his face when I could, until Pedro decided that our mouths needed to be closer and his tongue met with mine.