Date: Sun, 03 Jun 2007 12:50:07 -0700 From: DVNT Puppy Subject: tommy-the-tease-6 Warning: If sex featuring men and their dogs turns you off, don't read the following. If it turns you on, I want to know about it! Thanks to all who continue to send suggestions and feedback. If you've got more to say e-mail: dvntpuppy@hotmail.com. Sorry this is a short one. The next installment is much longer, and pretty fucking hot. Stay tuned. So, now you're wondering, "What happens next?" What a stupid fucking question. I'll give you a hint: there are about 5 more dogs, half a gallon of spunk, and a case of blue balls that hurt like a motherfucker. By the end of the day, my hole is so fucked out I'm not sure it will ever close up. I'll be farting out dogcum for the rest of my life. As soon as I'm untied, I'm getting the hell out of here. Chuck might have some blackmail pictures, but I'm willing to call his bluff. Of course, there's one thing I'm not counting on. It's about the size of a softball, hollow, and makes it fucking impossible to go through a metal detector at the airport. Can't figure it out? What a moron. I'll just tell you. The last dog is finishing up. It's a mean, snarling, smelly collie mix. What the fuck? I thought this was a dog grooming place. The whole time I'm thinking, "Shit, somebody give this mutt a bath. And a breath mint." Worst of all, it doesn't even look like it really cares about fucking. I can see its face in the mirror. The damn dog looks bored. No wonder, my hole is so loose you could drive a diesel locomotive through it. Anyway, as the smelly collie is unloading a second time up my hole--yeah, more than one dog doublecummed in me--Chuck walks back into the room, all smiles, so you know that's not good. "Almost done in here, boy? Time to lock up for the night." When the dog pulls out, Chuck leads him back to the kennel. Then he grabs a hold of my package. Finally, I'm gonna get my nut! But instead of a nice slow handjob I feel something cold closing around my goods. I have the gag, back on, `cause Chuck was tired of my constant crying, so I can't talk, obviously. But I jump and buck as much as I can. Shit, I'm tired. "Sit tight, boy. You done good today. Not great, but good. This here's just a little insurance policy. Make sure you come back to work after today." He unfastens the restraints, pulls out the gag, and helps me to my feet. Damn, it's weird to be upright again. I keep falling. Chuck helps me across the hall to the wash station, where he hoses me off. I look down. Motherfucker! The crazy old faggot's put some kind of fucking metal pod around my dick and balls! "Like it, baby? That's so you can't get at your dick for awhile. Not until you're ready." "What the fuck. Are you nuts? Get this off me, you asshole." I start grabbing at it, trying to pry it off my crotch, trying to spot where the release is. All I can see is a couple of weird-looking screws. "Sorry, son. Your Master's got the only key. When you're ready to come back for more dogdick, you let me know, and maybe I'll let you touch your pathetic little boyclit again." "You lousy fatassed motherfucker. Take it off me." "Way I see it, a young boy like you--just eighteen--probably hard all the time. Jerk it once, twice a day." He knocks on the metal. "A day or two from now you're gonna be so horned up either this thing'll pop off from the force of your dick or you'll learn to beg. You'll beg to be a dogbitch for Daddy." You should hear the things I start calling him. I go off on him for a while, but finally, shit, I'm just too tired. He pulls on my clothes for me and tosses me in the backseat of the car. I sleep the whole way home. My folks ask me about my day, and I don't even answer. I limp straight off to bed and sleep right through the next morning. When I wake up around noon, I reach down to polish my morning wood. Fuck! Fucking faggot motherfucker. Okay, don't panic. I've got all day to figure this thing out. Stay calm. Shit. Shit. Shit. I'm fucking hard as granite and the damn metal pod must be three sizes too small. And how the fuck do I take a piss? There's a small hole in the bottom, so I have to piss sitting down like a fucking girl. Fuck. This thing is coming off if I have to take a blowtorch to it. My old man must have some kinda tool to unlock it. There must be some sort of screwdriver or allen wrench. Fuck, I'd give my left nut to palm my dick right now. I head out to the garage bare-assed and start rummaging through my Dad's toolbox. This cage, or pod, or whateverthefuck, has three small screws holding it on. But the screwheads just have two little dots, not a standard screwdriver or phillips head. I can't find a single thing that fits. Fuck. Back inside I try to butter it up and slide it off. Half a tub of margarine later and all I've got is a slippery set of sore nuts and a harder dick. I'm so horny I could hump the dishwasher. Maybe I can find something at the hardware store. What the fuck am I going to wear? It looks like I've got elephant nuts. I put on my baggiest jeans and a shirt that goes to my knees. It's 96 degrees out. I must look like a fucking gangster wannabe or the world's most obvious shoplifter. The manager of the hardware store starts following me around. How the hell can I explain what I'm looking for? I buy some WD-40, drive home, and try to slide it off again. It's only the tenth time I've tried that. Shit. Three days. Three shitty, motherfucking days later and I can't stand it anymore. I put on my baggy jeans and the longest fucking shirt I can find. I get in my car. Man, what am I doing? Fuck, what am I turning into? Please send your feedback, comments, concerns, questions, praise (?), and suggestions to dvntpuppy@hotmail.com. I don't IM and I don't join social networking clubs. It's just not something I do. Sorry, guys.