Date: Thu, 15 Jul 2021 13:37:43 -0400
From: Alex Ryder <slavishincle@gmail.com>
Subject: A Freak and His Best Friend 2

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***

As we moved through the fall and our other friends had gone off to college,
Asher and I were inseparable. We did everything together. We played golf
every day. We sat out on the beach. We went out every night. I loved every
second of it. It was so much like we were together, even though I know we
technically weren't.

What was amazing, like I mentioned before, was how intimate we were with
one another. We slept in the same bed. We saw each other naked. Well, I
usually saw him naked. I kinda hid myself from him. I was way more bashful
than him and always felt inferior compared to him. We not only engaged in
activities together, we really lived with each other. There was very little
between us.

Being so close to Asher doesn't mean I didn't do all I could to satisfy my
kinks. Of course, spending as much time as I did with him meant there
wasn't a lot of time for play. Every so often, I would slip out of bed in
the middle of the night and go into the bathroom and play with my dildos. I
had to be careful, but sometimes I'd get to eat my own shit or his. There
was the time every day that Asher went to the gym. That was the time that I
used to get wild.

Occasionally, I would get out to hook up. There was a place near our house
known as the `park and ride'. During the day, commuters would park there to
carpool into the city. At night, the lot was teeming with gay men and boys
looking for sex. One night I met someone that turned out to be pretty
rough.

***

I was parked in the lot watching the cars go by. If someone was interested,
they'd pull up to your car and look in the window. You could acknowledge
them and take it from there, or you could just ignore them. A guy in a beat
up old pickup truck pulled up to my car. He was fucking hot. He also had a
big, black and white dog with him. My tiny cock hardened instantly.

God damn, he was hot. While he was definitely a little grungy looking, he
had a thick, neatly trimmed beard and a lush head of wavy hair. He was
tattooed all over. His smile was electrifying. His dog was as beautiful and
sexy as him. He had a blocky head and velvety black and white hair. He sat
there panting with his luscious tongue hanging out. It was like he was
smiling and had a bit of drool dripping off of his tongue.

"You're a sweet looking little thing," he said with a confident authority,
"you need to follow me home. Like, right now."

"Um, okay."

There really weren't many more words shared between us that night. I
followed him to this ratty trailer park not too far from the highway. It
was a place most people avoided. We pulled up to his rusty, dingy
trailer. What passed for landscaping was all overgrown or dead. There was
trash everywhere. I started to feel a little nervous. Actually, a lot
nervous. The trailer park was a dismal place. Most of the trailers were
either abandoned or occupied by some pretty unpleasant looking people. I
thought about driving away, but the road was too narrow to make a quick
getaway and I didn't want to get stuck in an accident and piss anyone
off. These seemed like people who had guns and who could hurt people. I was
thinking I had made a pretty awful mistake.

When I got out of my car, he grabbed me by the arm, knocked me off my feet
and literally dragged me inside. His dog cheerfully followed close
behind. None of his few neighbors seemed to care. Once we were inside, he
threw me to the floor of his squalid home. We were in what I guessed to be
the living room. There was a chair, table and tv in one corner. Beer cans
and cigarette butts were strewn all over. The place smelled stale and
musty. The cleanest thing in the room was the dog bed in another corner. It
was a smallish trailer. Off to one side was a kitchen and a bathroom. On
the other side was a hallway. I could hear a dog barking and growling. It
sounded like it was restrained, maybe in a cage.

The guy stood over me. He wasn't very tall or big, but his look was
threatening. He was definitely strong. My mini member was throbbing and I
was precumming like crazy. I was afraid, but I was really turned on. I
wanted this guy to fuck me so badly.

"Get those fucking clothes off. NOW BITCH!" He screamed. His dog sitting
obediently by his side. The dog was so beautiful. He looked like a pit bull
of some kind. God, I wanted him and his dog.

I stripped quickly and was then ordered to get on all fours.

"OK, Gonzo, you can check him out."

I didn't move and little did this guy know, I was not afraid of his dog. I
was actually more afraid of him. The dog wandered around me, circling me
several times. His tongue was hanging out, panting and drooling. He started
to sniff my ass and was soon licking it. He seemed to slobber quite a bit
for a pit bull. I didn't mind. The guy walked off into the kitchen. I heard
him open a beer. When he came back he sat in his chair and lit up a
cigarette. The dog spent the next fifteen to twenty minutes licking me all
over. Sometimes he'd playfully bite at my neck or butt. I stood still as
Gonzo explored me. I desperately wanted him to mount me. His dog dick was
hanging out of its sheath, but he never tried anything. The sounds of the
other dog were frightening. He sounded ferocious.

Finally, the guy walked over, dropped his cigarette on the floor and
stomped it out. He gave the dog a firm command. "Gonzo! Bed!" Gonzo walked
over to his bed and seemed disappointed. The guy looked down at me and just
said, "COME!" I followed him on all fours down the hall.

When we got to the end of the hall, we stopped in front of two doorways
that made up a corner. One was closed, and I could hear the angry dog
behind it. The other was open to his bedroom. His bedroom was as disgusting
as the rest of the place. Not only were there beer cans and cigarette
butts, there were food wrappers and used condoms. This guy was a real
pig. The dog was getting pretty riled up.

My heart sank when he opened the door. There was a huge wolf-like dog in a
cage. He didn't seem real. He was much bigger than my skinny 135 pound
frame. He was salivating as he growled and barked, showing his sharp,
deadly teeth. He kicked me in the ass to get me to move into the room. I
had to do something.

"P-pp-pppleassse l-llllet mme go! Pleeeeease!"

He kicked me again, this time in the ribs. I fell over. The dog was going
crazy scratching at the floor of the cage.

"Shut the fuck up. One more word and you're his dinner. Got it faggot?"

I just cowered and nodded, tears streaming down my face. I was shaking. I
really thought I was going to die. The guy went over to the cage and gave
it a hard kick. The dog whimpered and moved to one side. The guy knelt down
and started talking to the dog.

"Hey Crusher boy. See, I brought you another present. Isn't he cute?" The
dog growled. "I'm gonna let you play with him. You gotta be good, ok? Don't
tear this one apart." More growling.

I was rolled up in a ball, shaking like a leaf and fearing for my life. The
guy opened the cage and Crusher shot out at me. He was barking and
growling. Drool was dripping from his fangs. He lunged at me and I lurched
back into the corner. Crusher was standing over me, looking like he was
going to rip my head off. He was definitely much bigger than me. He stood
over me and barked in my face. We were nose to nose, hit hot, foul breath
blasting my face.

"Get him out of that corner, boy!"

The dog herded me like an animal, barking and nudging me with his nose. I
crawled backwards on my ass, fully exposed to him as he lunged at me again
with his fangs drawn. He came awfully close to biting my cock off. I
finally fell on my back and he stood on me licking and nipping my face. He
nipped at my neck and shoulders. He never really bit hard, but I think he
was showing his dominance over me. He drooled all over me. I figured I
needed to respond to him, otherwise he'd just kill me.

I had no idea if this was a sex thing or if this was some redneck who
wanted to torture some gay boy. I decided to do like I would for Angel when
I was younger. I laid back, resting my head on the ground, I lowered my
hands and I opened my mouth. I was letting him know he could have me. This
seemed to make Crusher happy. He stood over my face and began licking. He
found his way into my mouth and was now shoving his foul tongue into my
mouth. His cock was now fully exposed.

The guy was leaning against the wall smoking another cigarette. His cock
was bulging in his jeans and he seemed pretty aroused by this whole
scene. Ok. This was what I was brought here for. Hopefully I'd make it out
alive. At least I'd get a great fuck in the process.

After licking me for a short time he became very excited and tried to mount
me but it wasn't working for him because I was flat on my back. He turned
angry again and bit my thigh and I screamed in shock and pain. It wasn't
enough to break the skin, but he definitely meant it that time. I tried to
turn myself around to get into the mating position. He saw that as me
trying to get away. He lunged at me as I flipped over and then he bit me
again. This time it was serious. It hurt like hell. He was growling and
about to bite again when the guy interrupted him.

"Crusher! No! NO! Easy boy."

Crusher stepped back. I raised myself up on all fours while tears of fear
spilled onto the floor. I was convinced at this point I would never see
Asher again and I'd be humiliated in death by how they'd find me. Raped and
mutilated by a vicious wolf dog at a white trash trailer park.

"You know what you want, boy. Get it. Just don't kill it."

The dog growled and lunged at me again. This time he mounted me with his
powerful forearms scratching my torso. He was tearing at me, scratching my
skin, digging into me. He was drawing blood. He grabbed a chunk of my hair
in his mouth and pulled my head back. I arched my ass up.

"Easy boy. Easy." The guy was now stroking his cock. It was a pretty long,
thick cock that I wondered if it too would be inside me at some point.

I could feel Crusher's cock poking and prodding in his search for my
hole. I had the urge to squirm away, but I knew that would be a very bad
idea. When his cock finally found my opening, I was certain he would tear
me apart. As he started pushing up inside of me I was surprised at how
easily he was sliding into me, despite how much it hurt. His cock was
leaking pre-cum and making my hole slippery. He began aggressively
thrusting into me. His mouth was right at the back of my head, panting and
drooling, still growling.

This wasn't anything like Angel's loving and playful fucking, Crusher was
raping me and there was nothing that I could about it. He continued
thrusting and I didn't know how my ass stretched to handle him but it
did. Up to a point. My young ass was experienced, but this was beyond
anything I'd ever done. He was only my second dog fuck and it was the
biggest dog cock I'd ever had.

He kept thrusting into me, going deeper and deeper until my ass resisted
any further penetration. I began to feel a tight pain in my guts caused by
his cock being pushed in so deep. I was sobbing so hard my chest hurt. I
was sweating and breathing heavily. I was getting weak from this abuse. I
could barely keep myself in position.

"Oh fuck. Dear God. FUCK! Please don't let him do this to me," was all I
kept saying, over and over. I was starting to babble and I couldn't stop. I
was losing it. I was wondering if this was a fetish I should give up
forever. I was wondering if I would survive.

The guy was now sitting on the floor with his pants off. He was smoking
another cigarette and stroking his cock. He was loving this whole
show. Gonzo sitting in the doorway, just quietly watching with his dopey,
adorable smile. I was wishing He were the one mounting me, not this
monster.

I felt the pain getting worse. I knew exactly what was coming. I dropped my
head and looked backwards between my legs. I gasped hard and yelped as a
cold wave of pure terror swept through me. His cock had grown to be as
thick as my wrist and he still had much more to go before he could lock his
knot into me. His knot was half way inflated and it was obvious that it
would be as big as a grapefruit very soon. I felt like my ass was being
destroyed and I'd never recover.

The pain in my guts was causing a combination of making me sick and
exciting me as I've never felt before. Crusher continued to thrust deeper
into the pussy he making my asshole into. He seemed to feel a little
resistance. I felt it too. He was simply too big to get into me. Crusher
was pissed. He made a deep threatening growl, gripped my waist tighter and
lunged upward into my ass. I screamed loud enough to break eardrums but he
ignored my agony. Bright, flickering lights raced through my head and my
body went crazy with pain.

The guy was laughing at me and cheering his dog on like he was a prize
fighter. Even Gonzo was barking in support of his buddy.

I remember thrashing wildly as I felt the huge pain of his knot being
forced into me and my ass so violently torn open, that I passed out and
drifted into darkness.

Crusher had me in his clutches so tightly that I didn't slip away from
him. Once he felt his knot fully inflate he knew my escape was impossible
and he wasted no time fucking the life out of me.

This dog was mean and cruel. Crusher wasn't just trying to breed me. He
wanted to hurt me and it showed. He started pumping into me fast and deep
and when the pain of his fucking made me gasp for air as I regained
consciousness. He bit my neck as I lunged upward. He tightened his grip
around my bloody waist and jerked me back hard against his cock for even
deeper penetration. His strength and ability were otherworldly.

On and on he went with savage determination for ten more minutes before I
felt him suddenly slow down and tense up. By this time the pain seemed to
have gone away. I figured he had just fucked me numb, it didn't matter. I
was actually enjoying this.

The guy now moved closer. He was on his knees watching Crusher move to the
next phase of his breeding. The look on his face was one of pure arousal.

Crusher was ready to unload in me. The first shot out of his cock stunned
me. Even though I had felt this so many times from Angel, this was still so
intense. It was hot - like boiling hot. I could feel it burning as it
gushed into me. He stood over me not moving, just unloading his balls into
me. About every five seconds he gushed into me. It must have taken five
full minutes for him to finish with me. I could feel what seemed like
gallons of liquid filling my gut and dripping down my legs.

Finally, I felt his last feeble squirt and I knew he was finished. Soon he
threw a back leg over me and we were locked butt to butt for another twenty
minutes or so. When his knot finally shrank he pulled free of me with a wet
popping sound and his cum gushed out onto my legs and the floor. He was
through with me. He went back into his cage and sat down with his back to
me and started licking his cock.

The humiliation and abuse wasn't finished. The guy stood over my spent heap
of a body and jerked himself furiously. It wasn't long before I felt
streams of his cum shooting onto my face and back. He stood over me,
stretching as if he'd just finished a workout. A few minutes later, he
inflicted more humiliation on me. He pissed on me before he left.

I woke up the next morning on the floor in the room with the dog. Crusher
was locked back in his cage. As I got up, he sat up from his slumber and
began to growl at me again. I walked closer to his cage and he lunged,
barking and showing his fangs. I ran out of the room and saw no one was
there. I found my clothes and got into my car and cried. I had to go home
and figure out how to explain this to Asher.

Fortunately, when I got home, Asher was off at his work out. I could get
cleaned up and hopefully he wouldn't notice. The scratches and bites on me
were pretty bad. I probably should have gone to the hospital, but there was
no way I was going to explain this. I just hoped for the best and hoped
Asher wouldn't notice.

***

It was a typical Saturday night. We went to one of the usual spots that we
liked. We drank, did coke, danced and flirted and had an overall great
time. There were two girls from out of town that took a liking to us. Well,
mainly they took a liking to Asher. In these cases, there was always the
girl who won out and got him and then the consolation prize for the other
girl was me. Asher got busy with his girl on the dance floor. Grabbing,
groping, grinding, making out - you know all that sexy stuff that gets you
all wound up. I sat with her friend and talked and bought her drinks and
gave her bumps. She had no interest in me, which was fine. It was difficult
when they wanted something from me.

Fortunately, I just had to be polite and keep the conversation going. We
talked about clothes a lot, which seemed to pass the time for both of
us. When the club closed and the lights came up, Asher and his girl had a
little last minute fun. Her friend was done and ready to go. Asher didn't
seem to mind when she said she had to go. In fact, this was how we ended
every night. Asher never took a girl home when we were out together. There
were a few occasions when we weren't and I think he took advantage of that,
but when we were together, we always left together. For some reason, I
really noticed this that night.

While we were driving home, I decided to ask him why he never hooked up
while we were out. I was drunk enough to have my guard down and didn't
worry about asking. He was drunk enough to answer.

"Hey, why don't you ever hook up when we go out? Girls are all over you all
the time. Don't you want to take them home and fuck them?"

"Dude, we went there together, we leave there together. We're buds. We
don't split up. I can get pussy anytime I want, but when we're out
together, we stick together."

Then he turned and gave me a snarky look.

"Why don't you ever hook up when we're out, Jason?"

"Uh...same reason."

I know how he meant his response, just as two dudes being loyal to one
another. It felt completely different to me. It was all I could do not to
cry. I felt chills. It was exactly what I wanted to hear even though it
probably wasn't what he was thinking.

Asher was pretty drunk. Like stupid drunk. He let out a pretty loud, smelly
fart and then laughed. It wasn't unusual for him to blast off a good one,
but this was especially impressive. The car stunk of his noxious gas. I
quietly ignored him and breathed it all in. He didn't say anything
either. We still had a ways to go and Asher started to look uncomfortable.

"Are you ok man?" I asked.

"Yeah. Yeah. Just get us home dude."

I wondered what was up and then he let out another fart. This one was
louder and, well, wetter than the last one. He was visibly upset. He let
out another fart and then yelled out "pull over!"

"What? Now?"

"FUCK. Yes. NOW!"

It's not like I had anywhere to easily pull over, but I did my best. I saw
a spot that wasn't in front of someone's house or a business and pulled
over. Asher threw the door open and jumped out. Then he just stopped.

"God damn it!"

"What?! Are you ok?"

"I'm walking the rest of the way."

"Asher!"

He looked really embarrassed. I got out of the car and walked up to him and
he jumped back. It didn't matter, because I figured out what had
happened. The smell made it obvious that Asher had shit himself. He was
immobilized. He was really feeling badly. I just wanted to hug him. I also
wanted to drop to my knees and clean him up. Cars were zipping by and some
would slow down or honk at us. This had to end and we needed to get home
before someone - like a cop - stopped to see what was going on..

"Asher, we need to get the fuck out of here."

"I can't get back in the car! I'm fucking gross!"

"It's ok. I'll deal. I don't want a cop to find us. I'll get a DWI! We
gotta go."

Asher looked like he wanted to cry. I was hard as a rock. Not that my small
dick was noticeable. I hopped in the car and yelled to Asher to get in. It
took him a minute, but he slowly got into the car. It was so quiet, I could
hear the shit squish as he sat. I knew it was seeping through his pants and
sliding down his legs. Ugh. I wanted it so badly. He winced and tried to
get comfortable. It seemed like a really big shit. Asher was a massive
shitter. He always took huge dumps. The smell was so strong. I was
salivating.

He closed the door and just glared at me. He was really humiliated. I loved
it - not because I liked seeing him humiliated, I loved that he was sitting
in a pile of his own shit. As I drove away, he groaned and leaned
forward. He let out another thick, wet fart and moaned some more. He was
still shitting.

"What the fuck is wrong with me? Jesus fuck. Please get me home as fast as
you fucking can."

We finally got home and he hopped out of the car. He ran to the back yard.

"Come on man! Hurry!"

I looked over at the shit stains on the passenger seat and wiped my hands
on it. Before I jumped out of the car, I leaned in and took a deep
whiff. It smelled amazing. I ran after him.

When I got to the back yard, there was Asher, standing there naked on the
patio near the garden hose. His clothes were in a pile nearby.

"Wash me the fuck off! Please."

He looked so sexy. Standing there naked with the lights from a neighbors
house shining behind him. I could see the shit accumulated on his ass and
legs.

"Get the fuck to it or I will beat your fucking ass! Come on dude!"

I took the hose in my hand and turned the nozzle all the way up. Good thing
it was still warm outside since the water was so cold. He jumped up and
down as I hosed him off. Shit was dropping off his body and into a mucky
mess on the patio.

"Ok, Asher. I think you're good. Go run in and shower. I'll clean up."

"No fucking way dude. You're not cleaning up my shit!"

"I got it. Go. I'll see you inside."

Reluctantly, he ran inside. I stood there taking it all in. I hosed off the
patio and then turned to his clothes. His shit covered underwear and pants
were in a heap. I knelt down next to it and lowered my face practically
right into them. I took in the beautiful smell of his shit and musk. I
stuck my hand in it and grabbed a little. I had to taste it, so I licked it
off my hands. I ate some more. Damn, his shit was so good. Plus it was
Asher's shit - the shit from the man I loved. It was really fucking good. I
ate as much as I could as fast as I could.

As much as I hated to, I had to get rid of those clothes, so I took them to
the trash and stuffed them in a bag. Before I wiped my hands off, I stuck
them in my pants and got some of his shit on my cock. I pulled them out and
held them to my nose and just took in the incredible smell.

I went inside to take a shower of my own.

***

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