Date: Tue, 23 Jul 2002 16:58:40 +1000
From: Iain Robertson <iainlthr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Take It Or Leave It - Ch 2

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Take It or Leave It

Chapter 2

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As the waves of passion slowly receded from him, he lifted away from me once
again, pulling himself from my gripping muscle with a greedy slurping
wetness. Letting out a long sigh of satisfaction, he slumped down, pushing
me forward so that I was now prone on the ground in front of him, and he
fell crashing onto me, wiping his slimy, cum slaked cock over my lower back
before he covered me with his body. "Fucken' hell, boy, I needed that BAD!"
he hissed, before standing and pushing me over onto my back with his foot.
He smiled down at me then. "Good dog," he laughed, "very good dog." My heart
raced at the words, my emotions running wild. For some inexplicable reason I
was immensely happy that he had enjoyed using me as he had. I almost forgot
how incredibly erotic the experience had been for me as well. Almost. I
would never really forget it; I had just enjoyed the most intensely
pleasurable fucking of my  life up until that time.

I lay there at his feet, covered in the remnants of both my own cum and his,
my cock still semi-hard with the restraining leather cockring around me, and
looked up into his eyes. He smiled down at me, a beaming grin of pleased
ownership. Relaxing on the chair, his massive tool still slimed with juice,
the PA glistening in the moisture clinging to him, he placed one foot on my
chest lightly. He looked thoughtful as he poured himself a drink from a
bottle of whisky and rolled a cigarette. As the plume of smoke enveloped his
head, he closed his eyes, the contented Master of his world, and the owner
of an obedient puppy who had pleased him well.

A half hour or more passed before he stirred again. "Time to get ready for
bed." He announced as he stood over me again. "If I'd known I was getting a
dog, I'd have built a kennel, but for tonight you'll have to sleep in the
store-room." With that, he headed into the other room which opened off the
living area, and busied himself for a few minutes. When he came back out he
was holding a medium sized black rubber butt plug. I looked at him startled,
surely he did not want to use me again for sex. I was exhausted from our
earlier encounters, and from the walking through the day. I was still lying
on my back on the floor where he had left me, and he knelt at my feet,
pushing my legs back.

"If you're gonna sleep inside, I better make sure you don't go dirtying the
place up." He said, more to himself than to me. With my tender anus still
slick from the lube he had used and from the remnants of his ejaculation, it
was easy enough for him to insert the plug into me, pushing firmly and
jiggling it around. I gasped as my already stretched sphincter resisted this
new assault, pain shooting up from my arsehole for a few seconds, and then
the plug was in, and my ring closed around it, clenching back to the core of
the toy, as the bulb lodged inside my rectum and the base held it safely in
place. The pain went as quickly as it had come, and I was left feeling
filled but easy, if a little uncomfortable.

Dragging me now by the chain still attached to my neck, he pulled me into
the room he had just left. On the floor in the middle of the room was a
huddle of old blankets forming a kind of bed. He snapped the leash I wore
over a metal railing, and fixed two more lengths of chain to each wrist so
that I couldn't move my arms, or roll over onto my stomach. Without another
word, he walked out and left me there on the floor, my cock still restrained
by the leather band, my arse filled with the rubber bung. I thought I would
never sleep in that position, but the exhaustion of my day proved me wrong.
Despite my humiliating circumstances, before long I fell into a deep sleep
populated with hazy dreams about chains and restraints, and hairy men
dressed in leather who treated me like a plaything.

The next morning I woke suddenly, a tingling sensation in my dick irritating
me into consciousness. In the first few seconds of waking I panicked,
struggled vainly at the chains holding my arms in place and fell back onto
the rough blankets where I had slept. He was bending over me, having just
finished tying a piece of leather thong tightly around the girth of my cock,
just below the lip of my cockhead. It was this which had caused the tingling
sensation and woken me. I looked at him startled, opened my mouth and began
to say something, only to close it again at his look of warning. My joints
were stiff from the long night without movement, my cock ached and my arse
was tender and sore from his ravages last night, and the butt plug embedded
in it which had remained in place since yesterday evening. I pulled against
the restraints again, a sense that I needed to be free rising in my brain.

He looked hard at me, thought for a second. "You agreed to this, boy,
remember. Do you want to back out of our agreement? Just say so, and I'll
cut you free right now, let you walk away." I thought on this. Into my mind
came the memories of the long dusty track back to the deserted road, the
heat and blisters. Then I recalled last night's activities, the deep lusty
fucking I had enjoyed, the incredible pleasure of his invading cock. I mused
on the pride I had felt at his approval, wondered that my normally rational
world was turned upside down by surrendering to the hulking man before me,
and startled myself with the realisation that I liked that approval, that I
needed to surrender to him. "Speak, boy!" he commanded.

"Uh, no, Sir." I murmured. "I want to stay, Sir, do as you tell me, Sir."

"Good," he said. A simple statement of accepting my obedience. He unfastened
the chains holding my wrists, replacing them with a restraint that kept my
hands behind my back.

"Now I have things to do. Out!" he commanded, pointing to the door. I
stumbled to my feet and shuffled forward, my ankles still kept close
together by the bar between them. Through the main room I went and outside
into the sun and fresh air. He followed me outside, then tied the leash
around my neck to a post on the patio, ensuring I could go no further than a
few metres in any direction. Disappearing around the side of the cottage I
heard him talking to himself, quietly. "Pity I don't have no gloves, better
if its hands were free but useless. And I need a kennel for it too. Damn
this showing up without warning." It took me a second to realise he was
referring to me as he grumbled. He really did see me as a pet to be used,
but catered to as well. My feelings raced between revulsion, joy and need.
My rational brain said this wasn't right, but my emotional heart said it
felt good, exciting and pleasurable. And deep down inside, I wanted to be
his toy, his possession, wanted him to approve of me and be pleased with me.

Several times he came back to check on me. He remained completely naked, and
seemed quite comfortable in his nudity. I was adorned only with the leather
pieces, my ankle and wrist bands, the collar and cockring, and the butt plug
still firmly wedged within my arse. In this situation, it felt right to be
undressed as I was.

I could hear noises from where he worked, hammering and sawing, grunting and
heaving. I couldn't see what he was doing, but I sat there, tied to the post
as he had left me. As the morning wore on, I became more and more aware of
my bodily functions, or rather the lack thereof. I needed desperately to
both shit and piss, but could do neither, the butt plug and the tight
leather thong saw to that. I tried not to think about it, forced myself to
concentrate on something else, but the natural urges grew stronger as time
passed.

The next time his face appeared around the corner of the house, I looked at
him hard. He seemed to take no notice, and I almost called out, biting my
tongue at the last moment. Instead I whimpered, loudly, the noise a high
pitched whine in my throat. That got his attention and he came closer. I
looked up at him, the need on my face growing. "What's up, dogboy?" he
asked, a look of amusement appearing. I stared at him again, willing him to
know, and whined yet again. He laughed at my predicament but did not move.
Finally I gave up all sense of dignity, clambered over to him, and licked at
his arm, begging for release. I looked at his eyes, down to my aching cock,
and back to him again.

"Damn, but your learning fast!" he chuckled. "Only good dogs get to relieve
themselves. Have you been a good dog?"

The acknowledgement that he knew what I wanted was almost overwhelming. I
nodded my head quickly, eagerly, and licked at him again. It was the only
way I knew to keep him happy, to get him to allow me the relief I
desperately needed. Laughing with delight at my antics, he stepped closer.
"Lie down!" he ordered. As I obeyed, he pushed my legs back toward my chest,
and took a hold of the base of the butt plug. Jiggling it and pulling at it
slowly but firmly, he eased it from me. Pain racked my arse as the bulb of
the toy stretched me yet again, but when it was gone the sense of relief was
amazing. Leading me down to a patch of dirt not far from the house, he
smirked again, and reached around to quickly release the binding leather
thong wrapped around my cockhead. "Okay, shithead, do your business here,
and make sure you bury it properly!"

Unable to hold on a second longer, I squatted quickly and opened my bowels,
gasping with relief. As I finished, I fell forward onto my knees. He was
still behind me watching intently. "Cock your leg!" he ordered. Almost
without question, I lifted one knee as my bladder took over and a long
withheld stream of piss poured onto the ground beside me. He laughed again,
bellowing with mirth at my actions. "Fucking well done. Best yet!" he
praised.

I was just beginning to glow from his approval as my leak slowed, when
suddenly a shower of steaming rank yellow liquid poured down onto me. I
swung around in surprise, to find him standing above me, grinning widely,
and aiming his long hose of flesh directly at me, the strong stream of urine
spraying over my back, my torso, my head. My initial reaction was one of
horror, but he laughed loudly as he pissed.

"Damn, you're fucken hot, boy. Better than I hoped for!" His words were
music to my ears, and as the apparently never ending river of urine poured
out of his massive prick and down over me, I actually began to enjoy it. His
piss was warm, golden and masculine as it sprayed over my body and washed
down the dust. When he finally finished, shaking his flaccid cock in my
direction as the last drops spattered against me, I sat down again in the
dust and smiled at him.

"Yeah, fucker, that's right,' he said, "keep me happy, and you'll get
rewarded, just like a good dog should do!" As he returned to his work, I
nudged a pile of dirt over the excrement I had left with my knees, and went
back to my assigned place on the porch to await my master's pleasure.

The sun travelled higher and the heat intensified. A little before noon he
re-appeared, drenched in sweat and dust. I looked up eagerly as he rounded
the corner, and sat up. The dried remnants of body fluids, cum, saliva,
urine, sweat, were hard and cracked on my body as they had collected the
dust and become dirty mud all over me, slicking down and matting the hair on
my arms and legs and chest. He looked at me as I gazed up at him from my
position on the ground, eager to please and anxious for his approval. His
stare was a mixture of mirth, ownership and concern. I could not discern his
intentions -- for someone who was simply using me for temporary sexual
gratification he seemed very intent on meeting my needs, but my needs as an
animal, not a fellow human. Glancing around, he muttered a rebuke to himself
and went into the house, returning with a bowl of water which he placed in
front of me. "Damn!" he swore. "Got to remember, a dog needs its water in
this heat." As he watched I gratefully sank my face into the bowl and lapped
up the cool liquid, quenching my thirst and moistening my dried throat.

While I slurped at the bowl of water, he drank deeply from a bottle of beer.
Shading his face and looking out over the land, he spoke, to himself, but I
am sure for my benefit, although he didn't address me as such. "Too hot to
work now. Middle of the day is for rest and relaxation, time to find
somewhere cool and take it easy." He dropped himself into an easy chair in
the shade offered by the small awning, spreading and stretching his muscled
tanned legs. Still attached to the post by my leash, I crept forward into
the shade as well, curling up into as comfortable a position as I could find
between his feet. "Good boy" he murmured absently, lifting one foot and
rubbing it along my back. I smiled to myself and settled there, enjoying the
rubbing of his toughened flesh on my shoulder blades. He quickly finished
his beer, and began on a second, rolled himself a cigarette and stretched
out further, his arms reclining beside his strong torso. I had begun to
think he may have fallen asleep in that chair, when suddenly a large belch
escaped him, startling me into looking up at him quickly. He laughed again
at that. "Now this is living!" he said happily. "A comfortable home, good
open land, an obedient dog for company. What more could a man ask?"

He smiled, a self satisfied grin, and stood up. As he did, I jumped up as
well, to get out of his way. He stepped down off the porch and I shuffled
after him on hands and knees, until I reached the limit of the leash still
tied to the post. He turned and looked at me. "You're filthy, dog!" he
stated and I lowered my eyes in acknowledgement and disgrace. He walked back
to stand directly over me and I watched as he took his cock in hand and
pointed in my direction. I knew what was coming and was prepared for it this
time, so as the hot stream began I turned to face him full on. The yellow
shower fell onto my chest and my groin, and I revelled in the feeling as the
liquid poured over me. It was cleansing in a way, washing the dried dirt
from me. Looking at its source, I marvelled at the massive tool he sported,
and the horny look of the silver ring which pierced his fleshy snake. He
directed the stream up and down my body, grinning widely as he did, and as
it focussed on my groin, I began to harden. The eroticism of being pissed on
by this bear awakening my natural reactions again.

As he finished, he leaned down and slapped his palm at my growing hardon.
"Typical dog, always randy. C'mon shithead, I need to get under the shade."
He untied the leather lead and walked quickly toward the river, two bottles
of beer under his arm and my chain wrapped around his wrist. I shuffled
behind as best I could, finding it difficult to keep up with him with my
shackled feet. I stumbled and fell as he pulled harder on the leash, going
down onto my knees. He turned on me, anger in his eyes. "Fucking lazy
animal! Get moving," he hissed, raising his hand. I cringed and waited but
the blow which landed on my shoulder was surprisingly light. "I s'pose it
can't help it. Those hands tied behind its back are no good. Damn!" He
snorted to himself. I got to my feet again and shuffled to where he had
stopped under the shade of a large tree on a grassy spot close by the water.
Sinking to my knees just in front of him, I looked into his eyes, my own
full of uncertainty. I did not want to upset him, but had to take my lead
from what he did or said.

Leaning down, he reached for my ankles. "I guess I can trust it not to run
away now," he said to himself as he unfastened the connecting metal, and
leaving just the leather cuffs in place. Walking around behind me, similarly
he undid the shackles on my wrists, so that only the leather bands around my
skin remained, giving me full movement of my arms and legs again. I stayed
on my knees and turned toward him, coming face to face with his dangling
meat and large hairy nuts. Instantly, my own cock leapt to attention at the
proximity of his fleshy tool. He chuckled. "Want a bone, dog? See if you can
catch this one." He swung his hips from side to side in front of me, his
cock tantalisingly close to my mouth with each sidelong motion.

I lapped at it, my tongue extended to try to catch him, as the metal ring
glinted in the sunlight centimetres from me. Several times his flaccid tube
smacked against my cheek, but I was too slow to capture that fleshy monster
with my lips. Laughing heartily at our game, he continued to twist his hips,
the pierced and heavy prick slapping at me, tantalisingly close. He sipped
continuously at his beer as he teased me, chuckling and belching, until he
finally stilled and as he did I quickly sucked the head of his dong into my
mouth, tasting the residue of his piss and the salty sweat of his earlier
labour. Licking at the PA and slurping around his cut head, I relished the
soft firmness of him, as he let his slack meat rest between my moist lips.

I licked and played with the spongy flesh of his massive cock, tasted his
musk, and nibbled at the metal ring through his slit. My own cock quickly
jumped to attention as I suckled at his tool, and I was rewarded with the
thickening solidity of him within my mouth. As he hardened, I slurped at his
corona, and sank my throat over the growing tumescence, coaxing him into
arousal with my tongue and teeth. I looked up to his face as I dived at his
prong, to see a look of satisfied contentment. As I devoted all my attention
to his cock, he drained the beer, and one hand wandered to his chest,
playing with the ring through his nipple almost absently as he stood there
and accepted my adoration of his manmeat. His prong was now rigid, the
fullness of it throbbing slightly within my gullet as I constricted my
throat around him, determined to please the bear standing in front of me. I
could taste the delicious beginnings of his precum as his slit oozed its
sticky fruit onto my tongue and I savoured every droplet.

He gave a few light thrusts into my neck, teasing me as he pretended to fuck
my face without any real conviction. I coated his cock with my saliva, the
mucous mixing with his precum to form a generous slimy sheath around that
huge dong. Suddenly he pulled himself from my face, and pushed me down onto
my hands and knees. "Enough of your games, pussy boy," he said in a soft
hiss. "Time for you to take this bone like the dog you are." As he spoke, he
moved in behind me, kneeling on the soft grass, and nudged my legs apart
with his knees. His large brawny hands gripped my hips as he lined himself
up with the twitching pink target of my arse hole. Steadying himself as the
metal of the PA pressed at the tender skin of my ring, he suddenly humped
himself into me in one long powerful thrust.

I gasped out with surprise, bit my lip and refused to cry out with the
sudden pain. My sphincter ached at the assault, protesting the invasion by
the metal tipped pole of steel hard flesh. But the pain wasn't as bad as I
had expected. The ravaging that I had received last night, and the all-night
plugging of my butt by the rubber plug, had left me both stretched and
relaxed. My arse was tender but open, and so I accepted his attack easily.
As the initial pain died, I marvelled at the sensational tingles of pleasure
his giant log stimulated within me, the cool steel of his piercing scraping
the walls of my chute as the hot throbbing pole filled and massaged my
innards. As soon as he had smashed himself into me, burying himself to the
root, he pulled back again, and thumped his body against mine once more.
With each near-withdrawal and re-insertion, his PA rubbed against my
prostate and the indescribable pleasure of this attack on my G-spot made me
shudder and moan with joy.

He fucked me hard. Fast and powerful. His thrusting was a pile driver,
ramming his huge rod into my soft wet cavern. He hammered that massive spike
into me, again and again, as my entire body tingled and shook. I tried to
hump him back, tried to ride with his rhythm, clenching at him as he
withdrew, opening for his inward shove, but there was no point. He was an
animal, driven and lusty, determined to take his pleasure from my yielding
form, to hump and plough me until he satisfied his basic urge, regardless of
what I did. I doubted whether he cared if I took pleasure or pain from the
frenzied fucking which raged upon me at his hands, but for my part, I
shuddered and gasped with the delight of his invasion. He humped at me,
pumping his giant weapon into me deeper and harder than I imagined was
possible. In the heat of the day his sweat dripped from him onto my back as
he rutted like the beast he was at my accepting hole. Cursing and gasping
with unbridled male lust he fucked at me, impaled me on his spear.

"Fuck yes, take this you fucking whore," he hissed at me. "Like that, don't
you, like my meat shoved up your tight little doggy hole, you fucker."

His motion became a thumping, crashing piston in and out of me as he rammed
his pole harder and harder into my gut. My breath grew short as I gasped
with the overwhelming pleasure of him taking me. My cock swung back and
forth in time with his thrusts, slapping up at my belly then dangling in the
air, my balls rocked and swayed as my dong swung to the beat of his
screwing. I gave up all pretense of trying to keep up with him, and with my
nerves tingling at the waves of passion sweeping through me, I simply
surrendered totally to his attack, my body sagging into limp acceptance of
his rampaging probing of my arse, my mind blank of all thought save the
peaking excitement as he took complete control and fucked me like I had
never been fucked before.

His thumping rut reached a crescendo as he gasped then bellowed a guttural
yell to the sky, his cock swollen and rampant within me. In one lightning
fast movement he ripped himself from me, with a slurping wet wrenching
sound. I gasped at the sudden withdrawal, the emptiness as my ravaged chute
was deserted by his log of masculinity. He shuddered against my legs, and I
felt the spattering heat of flying globs as he shot his jism over my back.
Searing, sticky arcs of cum leapt from his cock to land on my skin,
trickling along my spine to form a lake of slimy juice on my back.

"Fuck, yeah!" he declared as his orgasm faded. He slapped his still erect
cock against my butt cheek, and rubbed the slippery shaft up the crack of my
arse. Gripping himself tightly, he pressed himself to my gaping twitching
anus, and shoved that dripping turgid sword back into the scabbard of my
ravaged arse. Stretched and open as I was, I still gasped at the unexpected
intrusion, and the renewed delight as he humped one more time into me,
crashing himself hard against my butt, and stopped.

"Holy fuck, that's a nice piece of arse, boy" he exclaimed.

He rested there, his hands on my hips as his now quiet but still hard tool
filled my cavern. I was still in a state of full arousal, my cock twitching
and swollen, leaking precum voluminously, and I gripped at him within me,
trying to gain some further stimulation. He laughed at my efforts, and
slapped my bare cheek with his palm.

"Take it easy, dogboy, time for a rest."

I whimpered as my need went unsatisfied, perched on hands and knees, unable
to get the touch I needed to reach climax. With his manhood still sunk
within me, he stayed there easily on his knees, our bodies connected by the
long tube of his flesh gripped within my bowel. Without moving his hips from
my rear, he retrieved another bottle of beer and opened it easily, drinking
deep and slaking the thirst he had developed humping my butt.

For ten or fifteen minutes we remained in that position, as I ached with
need while his cock inhabited my arse and he slurped at his beer.
Occasionally he would land a quick slap on my butt, causing me to
involuntarily clench my sphincter around his thickness, ensuring he remained
firmly lodged in place. Despite my desire, I could sense that his tumescence
was waning, the blood returning to normal as his long hose softened. Yet
still he left his cock in place, the flaccidity not enough to cause him to
exit me, the slaps and subsequent clenches sufficient to keep him lodged
between my muscles. I began to wonder how long he would remain like this,
why he persisted in this position. And the whole time my cock throbbed, my
need unabated.

And then I sensed a change in him. It was almost as though he were waiting
for something, or straining against something. He let out a long low
"mmmmmmm", and leaned harder against me, his cock still lodged in my hole,
not quite soft, but long and warm. And then it began. He breathed loudly, a
sound of relief, and I felt my body filling with warm liquid. He was taking
a piss! I relaxed myself and felt the cavity of my bowel fill slowly. It was
a remarkable, pleasing sensation. My gut swelled as it filled, my arse
stoppered with his thick meat as he emptied his bladder inside me. My cock
throbbed and twitched again as the filling continued, my bowel stretching.
Amazingly, I found the experience arousing, exciting, my nerve ends tingling
with heightened senses. My distended gut finally reached the point where I
could take no more, and despite his firmly lodged cock, the steaming yellow
liquid began to leak from me, dribbling down my legs. I moaned with the
combined sensations flooding me, my cock jerking forward.

As he finished his leak, he sighed and slapped my rump once again, then
slowly, carefully withdrew from me. I felt an urgent need to expel the
liquid he had deposited, knew I could not hold on for long. At the same
time, my cock ached and my balls rolled as the arousal I had felt demanded
attention. Making his way around to kneel beside me, he grinned and said
quietly, "Damn good performance, doggy. Time for a reward." I whimpered as
my body rebelled against the sensations flooding through me, then gasped as
he unexpectedly reached and grabbed me, his fingers closing tightly around
the base of my cock, pinching off the blood to my dick and pulling my balls
down and away from my body.

As he tightened his grip and a powerful aching pain rolled through my guts,
he lifted his hand in a light but firm punch to my abdomen. The effect was
immediate. I lost control of my sphincter and expelled the remnants of his
urine in a long powerful stream, gasping out as I did and forcing the liquid
from my gut. As the relief flooded through me, I bucked and humped against
his hand, my nuts trying to unload their contents but prevented by the
vice-like grip he had on me. I looked at him, desperation in my eyes, and
whined. That was what he was waiting for. At my unspoken plea, he released
his grip, then folded his hand about my shaft, flogging it hard, the
friction of his sweaty palm jacking my aching cock down and forward. It took
no more than two or three jerks before I was groaning and breathless, and my
tortured cock erupted in a spray of ejaculate, shooting my wad over the
grassy carpet where I knelt.

Finally spent, he removed his hands and sat back on the ground watching me,
as I collapsed in exhaustion, rolling onto one side and looking directly
into his face. He smiled at me, an unspoken approval, and I felt the pride
well within. After a few moments, he moved to me again.

"Time for  a serious wash up," he announced, and unfastened all of my
adornments, the ankle and wrist cuffs, even the collar so that for the first
time I was utterly and completely naked. "Take a swim, boy!" he said,
pointing to the glistening water of the river a few metres away.

I smiled at him in gratitude, and dragged my weary body toward the water,
plunging in and letting the fresh clean stream wash over me, clean me of the
built up grime and rinse my skin. It was good to feel clean, almost normal
again, and I remained in the water, paddling and ducking under for quite a
while. My bear man sat watching on the bank, smiling and relaxed, observing
his puppy frolic. Finally, I clambered back out of the creek, and without a
word or a sign from him, I went straight to where he sat, squatted down on
my haunches before him, and waited as he re-attached the collar around my
neck, and the wrist and ankle cuffs of leather to my limbs. He added a
leather cockring, firm but not too tight, around the base of my cock, and as
he finished, gave my rump a playful slap. I grinned up at him, then sat
happily next to him, smiling.

"Good dog," he said softly, and I smiled again, and instinctively, I leaned
forward, and licked my tongue along his arm. He laughed again, and lay back
onto the grass relaxing. I curled myself up in a ball at his feet, on the
cool grass under the trees, and began to doze. I had become his pet in
truth, and I liked the idea.

To be continued ...

Comments, complaints or compliments? Email me at iainlthr@hotmail.com

This story is a fantasy, it is not real and only happened in my imagination.
YOU MUST REMEMBER that in the real world, you can DIE from having unsafe
sex. It is your right and your duty to make sure that condoms are always
used, whether you are giving or receiving. It doesn't matter how good
looking or how ugly he is, and it doesn't matter whether you are top or
bottom, USE A CONDOM!