Date: Sun, 10 Jun 2007 07:00:09 -0700 From: DVNT Puppy Subject: tommy-the-tease-7 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. So, I go back. I can't believe I'm doing it, but I do. When I walk into the shop, he's there. Like he's been expecting me. Like he's fucking baked me a "Welcome Home" cake. You should see the smile he's giving me. I'm not going to beg. I don't fucking care what he wants. I'm gonna demand he take this damn thing off my dick. "Lock the door, son." I don't know why, but I do. Fuck, I don't know what I'm doing anymore. "Turn the sign around." I turn the sign to "closed." "That's my boy. It's about time you stopped straying and came back to your man. Can't tell from those baggy clothes, but I'd bet you've got your tail between your legs and a hard dick leaking like a sieve." "Look, Chuck, you've had your fun. Whatever. You got me back for being a cocktease. Ha ha. It's time to stop this. I won't even call the cops. But I need this thing off, NOW!" He doesn't flinch. He just hops up onto the counter, real casual. What a set he's got between his legs. Shit, what am I saying? I'm fucking checking out this perv's package. Damn that denim is tight. Fuck, I'm horny. "I've seen my share of dogwhores in my time, son. Some of them born to it, others I've turned out. My last boy was born to be bred. Starting sucking dogdick while still in kneepants. Couldn't keep his legs together if there was a mutt in 20 square miles. You, though, you're something different. You're the kind that doesn't know what you want until you're made to do it." "Listen to me, you've got to stop. . ." "I saw you that first day, mowing the lawn. Getting hard from the vibration. Shaking that tight ass at me and Sarge. Teasing us with it. I told Sarge, you looked like a real champion." "Your fucking dog raped me in my own backyard, you sick, sadistic fucker." "So I made some calls, found out all about you. You'd be surprised how many people you know who've got dogs coming in here for servicing. Your school guidance counselor, your baseball coach. Hell, even your old man's boss. Go on and call the cops, son. Chief of police brings his shepherd in here twice a month. You're gonna meet them real soon." "Stop fucking around, man. . ." "Come on back to the office, boy. I'll get that cage off your dick. Need to show you something first though." I follow him back. The office is as shitty as I remember. He points to a big brass trophy on a table in the corner, about 3 feet high. On top is a dog. On the base is engraved "Grand Champion," last year's date, the name "Robbie," the number 26, and "Owner: Chuck Ranson." "Yeah, it's a fucking dog show trophy. Big deal." He pulls up a metal folding chair and sets it down in the middle of the room. "Have a seat, son. Got something else to show you." I sit down and he starts rummaging through his desk. He'd better be looking for the fucking key. My dickhead is getting rubbed raw in this thing. He pulls out a video tape, walks over to the TV, and puts it in. "Slip off those jeans, bitch. I'll get the key." He pushes the "play button" on the remote. On screen there's a guy getting fucked on all fours by a muscular brown dog. Big surprise. Chuck pulls up a chair behind mine, reaches around me, and starts unfastening the cockcage. Damn, when the cold air hits my goods, it feels so fucking fine. Then he starts stroking. What the fuck. Why not. I haven't cum in over four days. This should be good. Probably blow a hole through the wall when I unload my balls. On screen, the guy's not looking too happy. He's crying and wincing and making a hell of a lot of noise. Sounds like there are a lot of other people around--plenty of hollering and laughing. The camera zooms in close on his face. Shit. This guy's in pain. Then the camera pulls back some. In front of him there's a pad of paper propped up. It's got marks on it. Five blue and three red. "See them marks? That means the boy's taken five dogs and cum three times." Chuck slows his strokes and with his other hand starts messaging my nutsack. Man, that's so good. "That's why he's hurtin' so bad. Shit, that dog ain't even hung. The kid came too many times and now his little pussy aches like a motherfucker. The trick is not to come too soon or too often. Unless you like the pain." Chuck squeezes my balls in his fist hard, picks up the pace on my dick, then slows it again, keeping me on the edge. I let out a small whimpering sigh. The guy in the video is screaming now, begging to get the dog off of him, to get the dog dick out. Two men come up beside him and start dousing them both with buckets of water. The dog pulls out and the boy falls to the floor in a wet heap. The men pick him up and start to carry him off. One of them looks mad as fuck. "Poor kid. That was his last dog. His owner was so pissed off he took the boy out back, tied him to the hood of his truck, and paddled his balls for over an hour." The camera pans to the right, and there's another guy on all fours. He's a big, brawny dude with a buzz cut and tattoos across both arms and his shoulders. He's taking a St. Bernard up the ass. "This guy's a sailor. He's got good form. See how he keeps his ass up high? Check out those guns. You need strong arms to hold you up. When you're up on stage like that, there ain't no rack to support you, and that dog weighs a ton." Chuck slows the pace on my dick, pulls off my shirt, and starts tweaking my nips with his free hand. I'm arching into it. The camera pulls back to reveal a slick pool of cum shimming beneath the sailor. Long white ropes are clinging to his legs. A thin strand drips from his dickhead. The sailor's scorecard shows nine dogs. Cum once. "They all start off at the same time, so it's sort of a numbers game. This guy's good cause he can get a dog off fast. Milks that dogdick with his pussy. Then, before the knot is down, he pushes out with his ass and drops full force to the floor. That dick pops out so loud you can hear it for miles. Then he's ready for his next fuck. He gets through a lot of dogs that way. Must hurt like hell though." "So, it's like a competition? Fuck, man, you're kidding." "I wouldn't kid you son. Hottest dogshow in the country." The camera pans further across the stage to reveal two boys, about my age. Tan, skinny, with blonde shoulder-length hair. Twins. Each one's got a big Mastiff up his hole. The twins are pretty small and the dogs look like they're gonna split them in half. The boys are grinning like two kids on the last day of school. "That's Buddy on the left and Billy on the right. Cute twinkie twins from Florida. Sort of a novelty act." Buddy reaches over, grabs ahold of Billy's dick, and starts stroking it. Then Buddy leans in close and sticks his tongue down Billy's throat. They keep frenching as the two dogs fuck them. Billy let's out a moan and his dick starts jumping, pouring boyjam across Buddy's slick hand. Buddy smiles a wicked smile at the camera and just keeps jacking. "Poor Billy. His brother kept jerking him off the whole time. He only made it through about 7 dogs. Buddy came in second place though. Went out to California and started making movies." Chuck's whispering into my ear. His breath is hot against my neck. He smells like warm leather and dogs and sex. His fingers start dancing over the head of my dick. It's glossy and wet with precum. "How about Billy? Does he make movies, too?" "Last time I saw Billy, his owner had him tied to a urinal at a truckstop on the interstate. Looked like he'd been ridden hard and put away wet. Didn't even recognize the boy until I was halfway done pissing down his throat. Almost didn't have the heart to fuck him, but that kid's got such a sweet little ass. . ." Chuck stops in mid sentence as the camera pans right again. I can't believe what I'm seeing. There's a guy that looks like me, but maybe a couple years older. He's got a swimmer's build, a shock of brown hair falling over one eye, and a Dalmatian up his hole. He's bouncing against that dog and reaching back to fondle the mutt's balls as it reams him. He's saying something under his breath over and over, like a song. "That was my boy. Robbie. Grand Champion three years running. It took five years of training and nearly two hundred dogs. That pussy stayed tight, wet, and hungry the whole damn time. He took on 26 dogs that night. A new record. When we got home, the kid was ripe. Still horny though. Always is heat, that boy. Sarge was jealous, so the boy spread his legs and let Sarge go to town for another hour. Then he licked Sarge's dick clean, made me breakfast, sucked my dick while I ate, and went to bed." On screen the dalmation is humping like a jackhammer. He's a blur of black and white. His jaws are clamping down on his bitch's neck. The boy looks directly into the camera and licks his lips. I recognize the look on his face. It's the same one I've seen in the mirror when I've had a big dog hung up inside and squirting. I listen close and can hear--mixed with the dog's growling and the howls of the audience--what the boy is repeating over and over: "I love you Daddy. Thank you Daddy. I love you Daddy. Thank you Daddy." Chuck stops stroking. He pushes a button on the remote and the screen goes blank. "So, what happened to him?" "He took off. Two month's ago. Found him a sugar daddy. I couldn't compete." "What do you mean?" "His new daddy breeds horses." I turn in my chair and realize Chuck's pulled his clothes off. His dick is sticking straight up halfway to his chest. I had no idea he was so fucking hung. I mean, he's fucked me, but I'd never actually seen it. Man. It looks hot. It looks so fucking hard and hot and meaty and solid, I can't keep my eyes off it. "Come on over here, boy. Sit on Daddy's lap." I don't hesitate. I straddle the chair and sink down on it. My pussy is wet from watching the show, and his cockhead slides inside with no resistance. My own dick is trapped against his chest. My balls are snug and safe against his muscled stomach. "Fuck yourself on your Daddy's dick, boy. That's the way." He reaches up and starts squeezing my nips. It makes my ass twitch and my dick shiver. The faster I fuck myself, the harder he twists my tits and the hotter I get. I don't even care about my own aching balls anymore. I just want to feel that hard cockmeat pounding me from the inside. I want to milk it and please it and make it shoot in me. I want him to cum for me. I want him to breed me. My head rolls back and I start to cry out: "Thank you Daddy. I love you Daddy. Thank you Daddy. I love you, Daddy." "Tell Daddy what you want. Beg your Daddy like a good boy." "Please, Sir, make me a bitch. Make me a dogbitch. Make me a dogwhore for Daddy. I love you Daddy. Please Daddy. I love you Daddy." When he blows it rips up into my guts. He shudders and cums, pumps and pounds-- slapping and squeezing my ass with his big hands until I start to scream in pain. Then my own dick starts shooting off, blowing my jiz up to the ceiling. It falls back onto our chests and faces and dribbles down to slick our stomachs and my pulsing boyballs. He pulls me up off his dick, pushes me to the floor, and whistles twice. Sarge comes running into the room. I scramble up on all fours, offer up my bitchhole to this huge strapping dogstud. I'm so proud to feel his fat cock-knot break through my hole that I look up at Chuck and whisper, "Thank you, Daddy." As I wrap my lips around my Master's pole, his dog fucks this boy hard and long and good. Chuck just smiles down at his new bitch, and I know my training has started. Please send your feedback, comments, concerns, questions, praise (?), and suggestions to dvntpuppy@hotmail.com. I don't do IM and I don't join social networking clubs. It's just not something I do. Sorry, guys.