Date: Sat, 31 Jul 2004 01:03:34 -0700
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@earthlink.net>
Subject: ANIMAL BOY 1/1 MMm oral anal beastiality

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forthwith.

If you have faggot sensitivity, you ought not read this story.  I'd really
like to hear from some of you with either positive or negative comments. I
have no idea really if I'm bringing any of you pleasure or what it is you'd
like me to write about. I only hear from a few people on each story. I'd
really like to hear from YOU so I'll have some idea how I'm doing and what
it is you like to read. Thanks.

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I've been busy and haven't posted in a while, I really hope that all of you
enjoy this.

Try to keep in mind that while 42 is the meaning of life, it is not the
only possible solution and that sexual dimorphism is Mother Nature's excuse
for being kinky.  Jon


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ANIMAL BOY 1/1 MMm oral anal beastiality

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ANIMAL BOY

by Jon Hold

jonhold@earthlink.net



The mountains were alive with the smells of spring. Flowers rampant in
every glade or opening in the forested hills. The buzz of insect life
enriched the air. The motion of small animals flicked in the corners of the
eyes notice. Rich earth smells and the sounds of rushing water combined to
awaken the senses to a fever pitch. Lust flowed through the young mans body
as effortlessly as the sunflowers followed the sun, as powerfully as the
salmon who surged ever upwards through the sparkling clear waters at his
feet.

Shrugging his shoulders in anger, the teenaged boy turned back to the trail
and started attacking the long uphill climb. Upset with himself for letting
his Uncle's bullheadedness continue to piss him off, even in this beautiful
setting, Edgar pumped up the hill hard, trying to burn off his mad. His
aunt and uncle had taken him in without a word when his parents died. His
uncle was a bossy, overbearing, officious, single-track minded, one-way,
demanding tyrant. His fathers sister too cowed by her demanding husband to
protect Edgar in any way. Now that he was in college, Edgar had expected to
have some personal freedom and to be able to make some choices for
himself. Instead, Uncle George had signed him up at a local college and
made him live at home and take the courses Uncle George had decided would
be of the most use to Uncle George. The more he thought about it, the
angrier he got and the harder he attacked the climb in front of him.

By the time the afternoon heat had set in, Edgar was sweating like a pig
and still working uphill with now straining and tired muscles. The
denseness of the forest and the sudden periodic explosions of color and
odor wherever the sun could reach the forest floor, combined with the need
to concentrate on his footing on the rocky trail had the effect Edgar had
been seeking. He had left college and his uncle and all his other troubles
at the bottom of the hill, the peace and tranquility of the High Sierra's
filling his mind and soul with the peace they sought.

Rounding a huge bolder at the top of a long twisting switchback, Edgar's
eyes were regaled with color. A broad, bowl-shaped meadow curled out from
the finger of stone that reached from the mountains shoulder into the
pellucidly clear water of the lake in the middle of the greensward. A
profusion of flowers littered the jade-green grass, competing with the
butterflies to attract the eye.  Staying on the stone ridge to keep from
trampling the spring growth, Edgar worked his way down to a flat-topped
bolder floating in the clear mountain water. Peeling off his pack and
high-laced hiking boots, Edgar could barely restrain his eagerness as he
stripped off his sweaty, stinking clothes. The men watching from the cabin
on the far side of the meadow were treated to the view of a shining golden
god as the blonde-haired youth stretched up into the sun before jumping
into the water.

Edgar was surprised. He'd been holding his breath, waiting for the sudden
shock of the ice-cold mountain water. But this water was pleasantly warm. A
bit of diving confirmed that there was a hot spring releasing scalding hot
water into the bottom of this arm of the lake. By swimming around a bit,
Edgar could go from almost hot to icy-cold water. He was so involved in his
discovery that he never noticed exactly when the men joined him.

After telling the boy he was on private property --- and that he was
perfectly welcome, the men made Edgar feel very relaxed and at ease with
them. They played a complicated version of three-cornered tag that seemed
to be based on the idea of getting to know each others bodies >much<
better. Edgar had never been around adult men who were so willing to let
him see, and explore. For their part, both men seemed to like having Edgar
look at them and they took obvious pleasure in touching his body, and in
having him touch them.

The game had somehow evolved to were a "tag" consisted of a curled finger
up the opponents butt, and Edgar had succeeded in tagging both his
opponents at the same time, one man hooked securely at the end of each of
Edgar's forefingers. Instead of attempting to escape, both men curled
inwards and started fondling Edgar's body. The boy had never been the
center of attention like that before and responded eagerly when the men
started to kiss him. Working his fingers in the men's buttholes and trying
to kiss back as good as he was receiving kept Edgar from really noticing
when first one, and then the other of the men slid a bit downwards and
started working on Edgar's tight little nipples.

Edgar was getting so inflamed that he barely knew how to react other than
to put his arms around the mens shoulders when they each lifted a leg and
carried him out of the water and up onto the bank were they laid him down
on the soft spring grass. Holding his legs up and caressing his tight young
body, the men returned to passionately kissing Edgar until he was mad with
lust. Edgar had released both men and was using his hands and arms to hold
onto the head of whichever man that was kissing him while the other man
explored the youth's body. Edgar almost came unglued when one of the men
started nuzzling around in his groin. Edgar had taken a great deal of
ribbing from his classmates, and no little bit of ridicule from his Uncle
about his genitals. They were perfectly formed. A perfect foreskin covering
an even more perfectly shaped cockhead and perfectly smooth shaft. Smooth,
well-shaped orbs stretched the thin-skinned scrotum into perfectly arced
curves. Both men discovered that Cock and Balls together were less than a
mouthful. Much less. Edgar's perfect body supported his less-than-four-inch
erection and inch-long balls without effort. Fully functional, they had
been a source of embarrassment to Edgar since Junior High School.

Both men assured Edgar that they loved his genitals, just as they were,
with their hands, their mouths and their actions. One man was always
kissing Edgar. Sloppy, deep-tonguing kisses like he had never even imagined
before. While one of the men was kissing his mouth, the other man would be
kissing his body. Lapping at the few strands of almost invisible hair in
the boys richly flavored armpits or tongue-darting into the boys
super-sensitive ears. Tongues found the backs of his knees and his
toes. Teeth found his nipples and nose. Lips found his balls and sweetly
puckered rose. Edgar, in his wildest adolescent fantasy, had never imagined
anything like what was happening. Two fully grown adult men were lavishing
every bit of their attention on him. And, not just on him, but on every
hidden desire he'd ever had --- and desires he hadn't known he'd had.

Through all the kissing, hugging and fondling each man kept at least one
finger in contact with Edgar's untrained, but eager, little
rosebud. Pulsing and twitching, the tender portal accepted the avid
administrations of its ardent admirers. Passionate kisses from the men's
lips and tongues caused the shy little opening to blush and swell in
embarrassment. Coy, with palpating pulses of confused desire, the sweet
little portal slowly surrendered to the solicitous advances of its yearning
suitors. Rosebud's defenses faltered for a tiny fraction of a second and
fingertip entered, gently massaging and softly easing the burn caused by
the entry of the foreign object. Edgar moaned deeply into co-joined mouths
and hunched his hips. Whether to escape the entry or to ensure the joining,
Edgar couldn't tell.  But the burning in his urethra and the ache in his
fully retracted testicles assured Edgar that he wasn't going to be using
the word "stop" very soon, even if he could break his swollen lips loose.

Edgar twisted and turned, moaned and groaned, begged and pleaded with his
whole body, his legs dancing in the air, his body burning up as the finger
slyly worked it's way completely up inside the thrashing boy. When the long
finger bottomed out it curled around Edgar's tender prostate gland, sending
Edgar into orbit. It took everything both men had to keep Edgar down on the
ground. His buttocks slammed together, rock-hard as only a young athletes
can. Powerful legs grabbed the man between his thighs, pinioning him in
place. Arching upwards into the sun, long streamers of male essence shot
five, six, seven feet into the air. Both men clung to the wildly orgasming
body, their eyes glittering with the possibilities inherent in this youth's
wildness. Breaking him to ride was going to be a pleasure.



Chapter 2 Afters



No sooner had Edgar's buttocks relaxed than a second finger wormed its way
deep up inside him. Enervated by his wild orgasm, Edgar was only able to
moan in protest, his legs lying limply over the two men as they held him
and invaded his ass with their pulling, teasing, taunting fingers. They
were both trying to kiss him at the same time and Edgar feebly protested
their unwonted advances even as he stretched to reach their soft, warm lips
and slurping tongues. Somehow, In some way unknown to him, Edgar found
himself totally surrendering to the fingers that pulled and massaged his
anus, surrendering to the fingers that twiddled and plucked at his
supersensitive little titties, surrendering to the hot lips and probing
tongues that constantly attacked his mouth. He couldn't resist. He couldn't
hold back. He wouldn't! He didn't even want too! He might never have a
chance like this again. Men. Real men wanted him. Wanted his body. Wanted
sex with him. Wrapping his arms around the men's heads, Edgar sucked spit
from their mouths and off their swollen tongues. He lifted his chest to
their fingers and tried to squat on the invading duo, which had somehow
become a quartet of lusty invaders.

The redhead shifted up over the top of Edgar. Looking directly into his
eyes he said, "I'm going to fuck you!"

The boys eyes went wide and he moaned a protest, even as his lifted his
hips and kissed the black haired man even more ravenously.

All four fingers pulled Edgar open and the throbbing cockhead was gently
inserted before the fingers released the tender flesh that immediately
grabbed the fat invader. Edgar became a wild animal as the rough black
stubble scoured his face and the mahogany colored pubes were worked ever
nearer the ring of bruised flesh surrounding the fat cockshaft. A shaft
that was slowly, inexorably sliding past the clenching, terrified and
mutilated little rosebud. Edgar felt the weight of the men on top of him,
the passion of the black-haired man whose hands and lips were searing his
body all over, the stretching, filling sensation of the red-heads heavy
cock as it spread his guts open and filled them with the heat of another
man. Tears poured from Edgar's bright-blue eyes as he pleaded and begged
the red-headed stallion to please fuck him. To quit playing. To forget
gentleness, to be an animal, a stud, and fuck his ass.

Grinning the evilest of evil grins, the red-head slammed his last two
inches into the cute blond and ground his thick pubic patch into the
hairless assflesh of the begging boy.

A scream pierced the afternoon's stillness, sending butterfly's up in a
cloud that minced and blended with the swirling stars that filled the boys
vision.

Pulling back until the boys tender pucker looked like a volcano, the
crouched ass-fucker suddenly slammed his cock all the way home again.

Again screams erupted. Again and again the red-headed cocksman plummeted
the no longer virgin hole. Both men were going wild, eating the boy
up. Edgar was lost in a world he had never suspected existed. Edgar
suddenly became the aggressor, fucking the older man with all the gusto and
power of his well-developed body.

It couldn't last, and it didn't. Bellowing three octaves below Edgar's
screams, the red-head filled the meadow with sound and Edgar's guts with
burning-hot cum. Edgar thrashed and spat globs of clotted teen-cum all over
both men, the flowers, the rocks, and a couple of slow butterflies. Raging
male pushed panting male aside and thick black hair scrubbed the still
wildly writhing young man as the black-haired man took charge and took what
remained of the boys cherry. Edgar screamed as two extra inches of length
and circumference plunged into the liquid depths of his churning guts. Arms
and legs wrapped tumultuously tight around what felt like a Brillo pad, the
lad went wanton as he frenziedly tried to fuck his own brains out on the
unbelievable thickness tearing at his ass. The black-haired man did all in
his power to aid and abet in the destruction of Edgar's shattered
virginity.

Only the sharp inrush of cold mountain air as the sun set broke up the
nonstop fucking going on next to the pristine lake. The happy college boy
hung limply between the two powerful men carrying him, cum leaking down his
leg and drool sliding from his sloppy grin. Once in the mens cabin Edgar
decided that he was pretty much at the mens mercy, and decided that he
liked the idea. Sloppy drunk with lust, desire, need, wantonness, AND a bad
case of the hornies, Edgar was acting the brazen slut and loving his own
wanton wildness.

The men, laughing at Edgar's antics, put him belly down across a low padded
hassock. Suddenly frightened, Edgar saw a huge German Shepherd get up from
the rug in front of the fireplace and pace over behind him. The dog was
huge, and held his head low, below his shoulders, as if he were
hunting. Padding silently, the dog circled behind Edger where, try as he
might, the fearful boy couldn't see him. A cold nose touching his bum made
the now terrified teen jump so hard that he would have left the hammock if
the two powerful men hadn't been holding him down. He heard sniffing, and
then felt the dogs broad hot tongue swipe the entire length of his ass
crack. With leisurely intentness, the dog lapped up the sperm covering the
quivering boys legs and butt. When the dog zeroed in on the final source of
the sex smell/taste he was after Edgar almost came and then quickly
regained his sex frenzy as the dog's authoritative tongue lapped deeply
into his recently violated depths.

Edgar cried out in protest as he felt the furry weight jump up on his
back. The men laughed and held Edgar down even more firmly. Edgar panicked
when he felt the dog start hunching on his back and really panicked when he
felt the dog's hard, pointed penis bone start punching him in the ass. The
dog kept up his speed but kept his strokes very small until he felt the
heat of Edgar's hole. One hard thrust missed the hole and Edgar screamed in
pain as the bone drove into the tightly puckered ring of his asshole. The
dog clasped Edgar even more tightly with his front legs and hunched his
short strokes until he found the sobbing boy's hole again. This time Edgar
felt the dog pierce his hole and start fucking his ass with frantic
motions. The dog's cock swelled from the thin attack weapon into a
formidably thick and long fuck-tool. Edgar could feel his ass getting
royally fucked, his unwonted lust swelling immediately as he did everything
in his power to urge the dog into fucking him even harder.

The heat and hairiness of the dog, the thickness and length of his
well-lubed fuck weapon, the feeling of the dog's great teeth as he licked
at the boy's neck and cheek, all combined to drive the boy into an absolute
fuck frenzy. He didn't even notice when the men let go of him and he
slipped off the hassock onto his hands and knees so that he could be
serviced by the dog even better. The big German Shepherd worked hard at the
complaisant hole he was fucking. He had mastered the bitch and was fucking
her as hard as he could, the way bitches should be fucked. Without warning,
his fucking became erratic, then almost spastic as he began cumming into
his new bitch.

Exhausted, panting for breath, Edgar was chest down on the floor, ass up in
the air when the dog finally got off his back. The pulling at his ass was
his first clue that something was wrong. He went wide-eyed and started to
panic when he realized that he and the dog were stuck together,
ass-to-ass. At first the men just laughed, watching me struggle to get away
from the dog. When I really started to panic though, the dark haired man
spoke up;

"Calm down, Boy. You're just hung up with the dog. He's got a big knot in
the base of his cock so's he can take his time pumping you full of cum. You
hold still for a minute and you'll feel him pulsing in your ass. There's
nothing you can do about it so just relax and let him finish fucking
you. When he's done with you his cock will shrink and let you escape."
Edgar remembered his aunt taking a water hose to a couple of dogs one time
and finally understood why. He squatted still and the dark-haired man was
right. Edgar could feel the dog pumping his cum into his ass. It seemed to
take forever before the German Shepherd finally slid his grossly swollen
cock out of the boys ass, especially as embarrassing as it was listening to
the two men talking about how pretty he was with Sam's hairy ass rubbing
against his narrow butt.

The dog laid down on his side and lifted his leg, using his tongue to lick
his big dick back into it's sheath as Edgar sat there and stared, his ass
throbbing and twitching from the fucking it had just gotten. Both men
helped Edgar stand, and that was a good thing because his knees were
awfully weak. Both men laughed and commented on how stiff his little peg
was and how much he must have loved having Sam the German Shepherd fuck his
ass.

The big black-haired hunk sat down at the kitchen table and his buddy
helped Edgar sit down on the peg sticking up out of the man's lap. "There,
that'll keep the cum from messing up one of the chairs!" the blonde said.

"Yeah. And besides, it gives me a chance to get to know you a little
better," the dark-haired guy said, rubbing Edgar's chest and belly and
tweaking Edgar's nipples.

The blonde guy took a roast out of the oven and started putting dinner
together.

During dinner Edgar learned that the blonde guys name was Bill and the guy
with the dick up his ass was Seth. Canny questioning and a few well-placed
slaps to Edgar's bare ass when he wasn't totally forthcoming got Edgar's
story out in the open. The men looked at each other and asked the boy if
he'd like to have some fun this week-end and maybe earn a little
money. Edgar had trouble saying anything more than "Yes" at the time since
he was being bounced pretty heartily on Bill's fat member the whole
time. Giggling, Edgar was put to bed in-between the two men. No one got a
lot of sleep that night, but Edgar got more cock than he'd ever dreamed
about.

Edgar had deeply loved his father, and desperately wanted to love his
stand-offish Uncle. Suddenly he had two totally fabulous men vying for his
attention and he could hardly decide which man turned him on the most. Sort
of depended on which one of them had the majority of his attention at any
given moment.

Towards morning Edgar's butt was getting pretty sloppy with the many
deposits of cum and hours of pumping cocks that it had withstood. Bill was
on his back and Edgar was sitting on his fat cock, idly riding the stiff
man-wand as his hands and mouth explored the massive mounds of smooth,
hairless muscle that had him so turned on. Seth kissed his way from Bill's
cock, up Edgar's spine to the boy's ear, which he proceeded to nibble and
chew on as he ground his cock-hairs into the boys tender ass flesh. Once
Edgar was into the feeling, Seth pulled back and laid his cock on top of
his buddy's. Bill pulled back until his fat, mushroomed cockhead stretched
Edgar's lips wide and then popped out of the cum-slathered cockpit. Seth
surged forward, almost immediately Edgar's filling the barely contracted
channel of love. Seth pulled back, popping Edgar's fluttering ass lips so
that they were still vibrating when Bill's work-reddened piston surged
forward to the attack. One, maybe two strokes from each man before he
withdrew in favor of his fuckhole hungry partner and Edgar was rapidly
reaching a state of complete bliss. Seth pulled his now terminally swollen,
vein engorged cock out and then, growling, both men surged forward and
entered Edgar at the same time.

Edgar lurched and moaned. Moaned so deep down in his belly that both men
felt it in their cockheads. "Fuck me you balless wonders! Fuck me if you
think you can. Takes both of you to make me think you've got a cock!"

Unbelieving, the men looked at each other in total disbelief. Was this the
same kid that had been so ashamed at being fucked by a dog? Was he serious?
Well FUCK HIM!

Both men hunched as hard as they could, sinking both cocks to the root into
the sweat-soaked boy who immediately screamed a high-pitched paean, "YES!
OH, YES! FUCK ME! FUCK MY ASS! DOUBLE FUCK MY ASS! DOUBLE ASS FUCK ME! COCK
MY ASSHOLE!.........

Neither man, in all their combined and varied experience had ever seen a
near virgin react like this. Neither man felt compelled to withhold what
the boy so obviously wanted. Fucking together. Pistoning opposite to each
other. One fucking fast while the other fucked slow. The men tried to give
Edgar every experience they could imagine, think up or invent.

Edgar wasn't even trying to think. His entire mind and body were totally
involved in the everchanging sensations that were flushing through his
body. Trying to focus on the tearing, twisting sensation in his asshole as
one huge cock pulled backwards on the swollen, tender flesh while the other
huge cock was doing its best to drag the same swollen, tender flesh back up
inside his sorely ravaged and liquid guts; while ignoring the feeling of
his belly being filled and emptied, filled and emptied, over and over
again; while the cockheads were battering into his stomach and diaphragm
which gave him strange but wonderful feelings. Edgar's balls felt as huge
as baseballs and his cock was so hard he was afraid that it was going to
crack and crumble before he could cum.

Bill started to cum and bit into the back of Edgar's neck. Seth responded
by starting to dump his load while he nearly twisted the tits off of
Edgar's soft boy-chest. Edgar screamed and went wild. Thrashing around like
a mad-man with a bad case of St. Vitus' Dance. Ripping and tearing at both
men's cocks with his vastly overloaded asshole while the two cocks
frantically poured all their cum into the heated depths of the hottest boy
they'd ever know, or even dreamed about. Edgar passed out feeling his guts
swelling as both spent cocks poured streams of hot piss up inside him.

"No. No more. Please. Please, no more," the poor boy cried and begged when
he woke, feeling himself being carried somewhere with two cocks still up
his ass and his guts near to bursting with the pressure inside them. Both
men petted him and stroked him and tried to calm him as they maneuvered
their way into the large shower stall. Seth let go of their cocks, which
immediately slithered out of Edgar's gaping hole, showered by a mixture of
all the fluids that had been pumped into the boy over the past twelve
hours. Piss, man and dog sperm, shit and mucous flowed freely and
splattered all over the floor even before the men could get the showers
started.

Edgar hung mindlessly limp, begging, "No more, no more!" as he was
supported by one or both men as he as emptied, enema'ed, washed, dried and
returned to bed and tucked in-between the two eminently satisfied
entrepreneurs.

Day 2

Edgar awoke the next morning eager and full of vim. Vigor was somewhat
missing, but vim was there in full force. Both men wanted to sleep-in, but
the boy's unending enticements to engage in more sex play made that
impossible.

Grumpily, Seth finally got up, "I'll settle your case Bucko me laddie! Get
him ready, Bill. I'll be right back with Brutus."

Bill got Edgar out of bed, not an easy task since Edgar saw no sense in
leaving a perfectly comfortable bed just to get fucked. Bill finally got
him down on all fours and got a collar with a short lead fastened around
his neck just as Seth returned with the largest Great Dane Edgar had ever
seen.

"Oh, no you don't!" Edgar said, trying to get up.

"Oh, yes we do!" Bill commanded, snapping the leash to keep Edgar down.

Brutus, the Great Dane, seemed to recognize exactly why Edgar was there
waiting for him on all fours. He walked right up to the boy and started
licking his ears and the back of his neck. Sort of a doggy "Hiya,
Honey-buns!". Once he figured the introductions were over, Brutus made his
move and sniffed Edgar's butt. Whatever he smelled seemed to please him
because he immediately started licking Edgar's snatch with his wide,
butt-slurping tongue. Every time he'd try to mount Edgar would sidle aside,
leaving the huge dog humping the air. Brutus would try to cajole Edgar with
many ear and neck lickings before returning his attentions to the obvious
attractions of the boys naked rear.

Finally frustrated beyond his normal gentlemanly manners, Brutus seized the
nape of the boy's neck in his profusely fanged maw and growled at the boy,
letting him know that the game playing was over and that it was time to get
down to business. Without releasing Edgar's neck, Brutus swung around and
mounted the terrified boy. The dog's pointed penile bone hurt the boy as it
was jammed frantically into the tender flesh surrounding his butthole. On
the monster dog's fourth try, Edgar finally managed to capture the
offending organ, causing the dog to quickly sink it home and begin his
frantic love dance.

Oddly lustful feelings coursed through Edgar's body. First at being
dominated by a dog while two men watched his subjugation. Then by the
unbelievably sexy feeling of having a dog on his back with it's cock up his
ass, fucking the shit out of him. And the dog wasn't playing around at
all. Fucking like a sewing machine gone crazy. Nailing Edgar's ass to the
wall even as the tissues around the skinny bone that had pierced the boy's
bottom swelled into over nine inches of thick dog cock with a prodigiously
swollen bulb at the base. Edgar's experience with Sam, the German Shepherd
let him know that he was well and truly fucked now, so he went ahead and
made the fuck as good for the dog as he could/

Asshole to asshole, boy and dog remained joined together by the knot at the
base of the dog's cock. Edgar could feel the rhythmic pulsing as the Great
Dane pumped him full of watery dog cum, pulse after pulse after pulse. The
men chatted as they prepared breakfast, totally unbothered by the now
otherwise occupied boy, hanging there from the big dog's groin, on his
elbows, knees off the ground completely. It was over a half-hour later
before the stud-dog finished creaming the boy's guts and let his knot
finally shrink enough to release the boy.

"Good! Just in time. Go get cleaned up and come get your breakfast," Seth
said.

Edgar scampered off to the bathroom, hands holding his butt closed and the
leash hanging from his collar thumping between his legs.

Breakfast was nice, and Edgar was ravenously hungry. Afterwards, the men
smoked while Edgar, still wearing his collar and lead, cleared the table
and did the dishes.

"You like wearing that collar, don't you boy!" Bill said.

Edgar just blushed bright red.

Bill got up and went over to where Edgar was elbow deep in soapy dishwater
and slapped his ass. "I asked you a question, boy."

Blushing even brighter, Edgar managed to stammer out, "Yes, Sir. I do."

Massaging Edgar's right butt cheek in one big hand, Bill asked, "You like
getting fucked too, don't you."

Edgar looked like he was about to cry, but a quick swat brought an honest
response, "Yes, Sir. I really like getting fucked."

"You like men or dogs fucking you the best?" Seth asked.

It took three more good swats to elicit Edgar's complete answer. "Yes,
Sir. I like them both, Sir. In different ways, but I really like it when
you and Mr. Bill fuck me. It's really different when Sam and Brutus fuck
me, but I really like that too. You're dicks are so different. And the way
you fuck is so different. I like both."

Both men smiled in approval. Bill rubbed Edgar's butt to make it feel
better and gave him a big kiss. The men explained to Edgar that they made
their living training various animals for "special shows." They were always
looking for special assistants, and they told Edgar that, in their
professional opinion, he could be a VERY special assistant indeed. Bill
told the boy to not make up his mind right then, but that if he wanted to
have some fun this weekend that he and Seth would be more than happy to
show Edgar some of the possibilities. Edgar was hesitant until Seth
gathered him up in his strong arms and kissed him, whispering into his ear
that, of course, he'd have to sleep in-between the two big men every night,
unless, of course, he'd rather spend the nights out in the kennels with the
dogs.

Edgar had to laugh at that, but it was also the straw that broke the back
of his doubt. Why shouldn't he have some fun? He didn't need to be
embarrassed. He liked being handled by Seth and Bill. He liked getting
fucked by the dogs, and the men knew it. Besides, when he left no one would
know where he lived or anything else about him. Laughing, Edgar said,
"Sure. Why not?"

"Great!" "You're gonna love this!" "This is gonna be so much fun!" Both men
were enthused, hugging and kissing Edgar and praising him no end. Edgar was
almost embarrassed by their effusive welcome.

"You get him ready and I'll get everything set up for one o'clock." Seth
said.

Slapping Edgar on the ass and saying, "Great!," Bill herded Edgar off to
the bathroom as Seth headed out the other door.

A long, delicious time later, Edgar had had several very cleansing enemas
followed by showers. A luxurious tub bath. The deep implantation of a small
sachet held in place by a lovely large buttplug. A wonderful massage that
left Edgar firmly convinced that all boys should receive such a massage at
least twice a day. A final shower was followed by a oil lotion rubdown and
hair combing. As a last step a much wider dog collar, somehow very feminine
with it's alternating rows of rhinestones and gold. The lead was attached
and Edgar didn't even think to demur as he was put down on his hands and
knees and led off at a heel by his new trainer.

Edgar was a human, not a dog, so it only took him a few minutes to figure
out the rules. Nose by his trainers knee while walking. Sit at attention
immediately the trainer stops. No licking, scratching or wandering
eyes. Edgar was quick to learn and Bill was effuse with his praise.

Bill led Edgar across a neatly kept lawn into a larger building, down a
short hallway were they waited before a large double door. Bill looked down
at his new bitch, "For this training session you will respond to the name
'Jerri', do you understand. Edgar looked up at his trainer and, tongue
hanging out of the corner of his mouth, smiled. Bill returned the smile
hugely, praising the boy for acting like a dog instead of like a person,
and scritched him behind the ears. Edgar was surprised to learn that he
really liked that.

With a barely audible electric buzz the doors started to open. Bill tugged
lightly on the dog leash, warning Edgar/Jerri to get up on all fours and to
be ready to move. Jerri got up like a good little bitch and put her nose
next to Bill's knee. Edgar wasn't too sure how he knew, but he knew that he
was to play the part of a bitch in this training session and, grinning to
himself, went for it!

"The front side of the doors were mirrored and as Jerri was lead into the
20' by 30' oval room he saw that all the walls were mirrored. The floor was
a flat expanse of plush carpet, making it easy on Jerri's knees as she
trotted briskly at Bill's side. Right up the middle of the room were a
series of posts. A dog leashed to each post by a short lead. The dogs were
lying down, sitting or standing as the mood struck them. Bill led Jerri up
one side of the row of male dogs, making a point of saying things like,
"Heel, Jerri. That's a good bitch." Edgar was a bit confused about what was
going on, but he was getting into his role-playing and was enjoying
watching himself in the mirrors. When they got to the far end of the row of
dogs, Bill reached behind Jerri and pulled out the odd smelling buttplug,
and waived it around in the air. The dogs were galvanized. All up on their
feet smelling the rooms confined air currents.

"Uh-oh!" Edgar suddenly though. "Now I know what that odd smell is. Eau de
Bitch. Essence of bitch dog in heat."

Edgar wasn't the only one who had noticed. Dogs were straining at their
leashes, whining and starting to bark. Edgar, very un-bitch like, blushed
bright red.

"All the little boy dogs think you smell nice, Jerri. What do you think of
that?" Bill cooed.

Edgar noticed that his old buddies Brutus and Sam were the first two
dogs. He remembered how nice Brutus had made his butt feel. The Great Danes
broad tongue slurping him from balls to the small of his back over and over
until he was truly ready for the big dog to fuck him. Well, he'd just show
Bill what 'Jerri' thought of this whole scene.

Acting the total coquette bitch slut, Jerri flaunted her butt under Sam and
Brutus' noses until both dogs had slim pink rods sticking out of their
sheaths and were about berserk with wild need. Jerri backed her butt right
into Brutus' nose and he went wild, curling his tongue right up into
Jerri's hole. All the other dogs were wildly attentive to what was going on
and pandemonium suddenly broke out as the other male dogs decided that they
wanted in on the action. Brutus just kept right on slurping up Jerri's rank
odor.

Jerri switched her butt over, giving Sam a chance and he proved to be an
even more avid butt-licker and lover of butt-liquor than Brutus, but Sam
kept trying to twist around on his short lead so he could fuck Jerri.

Bill finally jerked Jerri back onto a heel and slowly walked her down the
row of impassioned males, pausing to let each work himself into a frenzy
eating odoriferous bitch pussy. The dogs ranged in size from a fox terrier
up to Brutus, all looked purebred, all looked and acted seriously
horny. They were all seriously in love with Jerri. Jerri had a stone-hard
hard-on and his asshole was twitching. Bill had a happy grin on his face.

After the last dog, a goofy looking Rottweiler was done eating her out,
Bill walked Jerri back to the middle of the line of posts and about ten
feet away. Then he released Jerri from her lead and stepped back to the
wall. Edgar noticed that Seth took up a similar position against the
opposite wall. Jerri noticed that all the dogs were fixated on her and
straining to get to her. Flushed with excitement from all the attention,
Jerri was dripping juices and twitching with need. Inspecting the line-up
provided for her, Jerri allowed several of the dogs additional sniffs or
tastes of her tantalizing behind. When she got to Sam she backed right up
to the big German Shepherd stud-dog. Sam was pawing the familiar bitch,
trying to get her to back up under him so he could get to her in the best
possible way. Jerri backed and filled, teasing Sam unmercifully.

Edgar heard a clicking sound and turned just in time to see the leashes
drop away from the dog's collars and the posts sink into the floor leaving
an unbroken surface. "Oh, SHIT!"

Sam nailed him immediately. His already swollen dog-bone entering without
the usual pain of the normally unpadded pointed bone. Sam sunk it home on
the second thrust and immediately hunched up and started fucking a
mile-a-minute. Brutus was right there a moment after Sam had nailed the
prime target. Trying to fuck Jerri's head as dogs will sometimes do when
they get a little confused about the proper target. Edgar had a good
close-up view of the swollen dog dick coming at him. Sort of Coke-bottle
shaped, with the thin part coming out of the dog's fuzzy sheath, the flat,
wrinkled end had a pointed nipple at the bottom that was already dripping
mostly clear dog sperm. Edgar, as humans are wont to do, figured, "What the
hell..." and inhaled Brutus' cock right in to the root, sucking it like a
bad boy. Brutus wasn't exactly sure what he'd gotten into, but it was hot,
wet and was feeling GOOD, so he jammed his cock all the way down Jerri's
throat and started fucking her every bit as hard and fast as Sam.

Bill and Seth looked at each other. The boy had a big dog at each end and
was keeping them both busy enough that the didn't have any interest in
fighting each other. They each had their forearms locked around the boy's
nearly hairless torso and were fucking him like it was their last
chance. Both men grinned, they'd never expected this little scene to work
out this well. The boy was phenomenal. The two dogs were awesome. The other
dogs were behaving themselves, panting and drooling and pushing for
dominance, but waiting for the other dogs to finish breeding before taking
their chance. And, most importantly, the customers sitting quietly in the
dark behind the half-silvered mirrors were enjoying themselves. Oh, yes!
Most definitely enjoying themselves. Talk of this afternoons entertainment
would spread rapidly and the call for seats would be intense. Perhaps some
reconsideration as to the cost of seating for the Sunday show ought to be
in order. Yes, definitely in order, Bill thought as he watched the boy's
cheeks swell as the base of Brutus' cock swelled and filled his mouth, the
boy's nose stuck in the dog's big brown puckered butthole as the hulking
dog stood there panting and pumping his cum right down the sucking boys
throat. Sam slid off his bitch's back and, asshole to asshole, started
pumping his favorite boys ass full of dog spooge. Yes, most definitely a
stiff raise in voyeur fees.

Edgar gave Brutus the best suck job he could with the dog's dick knot
filling his mouth and several fat inches of dog dick down his throat. The
acid-y rank taste of dog dick and dog sperm filled his mouth and he knew
that Sam was pumping his ass full of the same rank smell and taste. Edgar's
fantasy's had never included sucking a dogs dick or getting fucked up the
ass by an animal, but he had to admit to himself that he was having a
wonderful time.

Brutus finally got his dick out of Jerri's mouth and laid down off to the
side to lick his dick back into his sheath. Then Sam's dick shrunk enough
to slide out of it's warm home. No sooner was Sam off of Jerri's back than
Barry, the goofy looking, jumped onboard and pegged Jerri. Grunting, Jerri
backed into Barry, helping him seat the biggest, heaviest dog dick Edgar
had yet experienced. Barry wasn't as fast a fucker as the other dogs, but
that was probably a good thing because even at that slower speed he was
tearing Jerri's ass up but good. Edgar suddenly reared up on his knees,
screaming in pain, Barry's dick knot was starting to swell and it was still
in Edgar's anus, between the two bands portal muscle. Frantically, Edgar
managed to push the knot past his anus and into the gut beyond where it had
much more room to swell and fill him up. Trembling and crying in pain,
Edgar fell forward, his chest on the ground and his ass up in the air with
Barry still fucking away at it.

Barry had dismounted and two other dogs had fucked Jerri before Edgar came
to his senses and started playing the game again. As Jerri, the boy began
flirting with the dogs, teasing them and selecting which one's he wanted to
fuck with. Several of the bigger dogs got pretty insistent at one point and
Jerri went off on them, snapping and biting just as if she really was a
bitch. Then, just to teach them a lesson, she squatted down and let the
little fox terrier throw her an outstanding fuck. One dog tried to get mean
with her, but the other dogs attacked him and drove him off, so Jerri never
did get fucked by an Airedale. "Collie, Boxer, several sorts of spaniels, a
Beagle and a sad-eyed, big dicked Basset Hound. Mastiff, Bloodhound and
Blue-tick. Ridgeback and Poodle. Labrador and Belgian. All these and others
were included, but the Airedale was stuck with licking himself. And Jerri
was stuck over and over.

Each dog took only a minute or two to fuck Jerri. But then the dog and
Jerri were stuck together for ten to twenty minutes. Three or four dogs an
hour were the most Jerri could handle, even though she apparently had every
intention of letting every dog there (except the Airedale) fuck her ass
many times as they desired. Most of the dogs were taking things pretty
philosophically, laying around waiting patiently until Jerri's butt was
once more free and accessible. Then those dogs that were interested would
quickly que up and Jerri would make her choice. The dogs quickly learned
that her choice depended to some large extent on their behavior. They also
learned that it was much quicker, and just as satisfying, to head fuck
Jerri, who seemed to delight in sucking on dog dick. From the looks on the
dogs faces, Jerri gave some pretty awesome head. For her part, Jerri
learned that if she sucked the dogs good while they were humping her head,
and then liplocked them behind their knots and sucked them deep, using a
lot of tongue, then the dogs would give up a good quantity of cum and she
could release them in just a few minutes if there was another dog
waiting. Brutus was getting a definite preference for blow-jobs and he and
Sam seemed to be developing a definite taste for gang fucking her. Jerri
did everything she could to support such behavior.

Sometime later Jerri was snapped out of her sexual fog by the sound of Bill
fastening the lead to her collar. Jerri was lead out of the mirrored room
closely followed by the pack of jostling dogs.

[Alternate] Sometime later Jerri was snapped out of her sexual fog by the
sound of Bill fastening the lead to her collar. Seth was sending the dogs
to the kennel through one of the hidden doors. Bill led Jerri in a circuit
of the ring for no apparent reason, but a very nearly worn out Jerri heeled
obediently. Seth was waiting for them at the end of the circuit with an odd
shaped shallow bowl with a pour spout on one side. Seth set the bowl down
on the ground and Bill made Jerri squat down over the bowl. Quickly
realizing what was expected of him, Edgar blushed deep red, looked up to
Bill and almost said something. The harsh look on Bill's face stopped the
words while they were still in Edgar's throat.

"Come on, Jerri. That's a good girl." Bill said, patting Edgar's
head. "Squirt out all that nasty cum so Daddy can see how much of that
nasty cum those nasty dogs fucked into his little boys pussy."

God, this was weird! All the emphasis on "Nasty", while Edgar was a female
dog one second and "Daddy's little boy" the next. Damn but adults were
weird. Edgar hoped he'd never get senile like that and then just shrugged
to himself. What the hell... he had to shit so bad he could taste it
anyway. Edgar squatted like he'd seen female dogs squat and let loose. The
series of enemas Bill had given Edgar had been very effective. All that
came out of the boy's ass was a stream of cloudy/clear dog cum and some of
the boy's own ass fluids. Edgar couldn't believe how much was coming
out. He looked down between his legs. The sight of so much dog cum coming
out of his ass put the final vibrancy to his stiff little rod. Bill took
the small, stiff organ between his thumb and first two finger and soon had
the boy squirting his own much thicker cum into the bowl even as the dog
cum kept flowing from the boy's ass.

Bill finally let Edgar rest, picking the nearly full bowl up from the
ground. Walking around to the different mirrors and lights, Bill looked the
bowl over from many different angles before returning and making the boy
sit up and beg. The purpose of the pour spout in the side of the dish
became apparent when Bill started pouring the mixture of the dogs and
Edgar's cum down Edgar's throat. The first time Edgar missed a little of
the rank smelling juice he was severely reprimanded. After that he was very
careful to swallow every single drop of the life creating soup. Bill
finally put the bowl back on the ground and had Jerri lick it clean.

Carrying the now empty bowl in one hand and heeling Jerri with the other,
Bill made one final circuit of the mirrored room before leading Jerri out
through one of the hidden doors. No sooner were the doors closed than Bill
urged Edgar up onto his feet. Hugging and kissing the boy, he said, "God
Damn!, Edgar. You were fucking fantastic! I've never seen anyone so natural
or enthusiastic as you are. What do you want for dinner tonight? I'll make
you anything you want!"

Trying to catch his breath from Bill's over-enthusiastic hugging, Edgar
smiled ruefully, "Anything but dog dick!"

-----



The next morning, after a good dinner, some exquisite fucking and sucking,
and a wonderful nights sleep cuddled up between his two favorite men, Edgar
was asked if he wanted to continue with the game playing/training or if
he'd rather have a few days rest. Edgar thought for a bare few seconds,
realizing that not only was he still horny, and wanting an excuse to be
naked in front of Seth and Bill, but he was wondering what Bill and Seth
would, or could, come up with to beat yesterdays performance.

We started out in the shower again, both men carefully washing me and
giving me several deep irrigating enemas intended to leave me spotlessly
clean inside. I had hated enemas, but found myself really enjoying having
Seth and Bill wash my body, inside and out. Then I was put through a long
series of naked calisthenics, nude running, sans suit swimming and other
exercises intended to develop my lean youthful uncovered body carefully,
keeping my slenderness while developing muscle strength. Throughout the
morning larger and larger buttplugs were put into my ass culminating in one
that was over five inches across. Doing all that exercising with those big
plugs stuck up my ass was a whole new world of experience. The last plug
was not only bigger that all the others, it was black and had four silver
stripes running up the sides. Bill strapped a small box around Edgar's
waist and the next thing the boy knew he had an electric asshole. Keyed to
his body movements the thing gave a whole new meaning to jumping jacks, and
running had to be learned all over again. Edgar soon learned, not only how
to enjoy having his asshole clench uncontrollably, but how to have very
nearly perfect control over the pressure his asshole exerted on anything
stuck in it. Within a week Edgar could open up his hole to let any of the
buttplugs, no matter how large, just fall right out of him. He could also
close his hole so tightly that neither Bill nor Seth could force a finger
inside of him, no matter how well lubricated he was. That first day though,
Edgar spent just getting used to having the buttplugs in him and to having
his hole repeatedly shocked.

When they broke for lunch Edgar had another of the stinky buttplugs stuck
up his butt, but this one smelled different to him. Bill and Seth agreed
with him that it smelled different and was for a different animal, but
wouldn't tell him which animal. Seth finally had to take Edgar across his
knee and warm his butt a bit to get the boy to drop the subject. Edgar
tried to sulk, but his butt felt so good after the spanking that he had
trouble maintaining his mad.

It was the middle of the afternoon before Seth took off and Bill started
getting Edgar ready for his training session. Bill woke the boy from his
nap (enforced earlier by another spanking) and dressed him in an odd sort
of padded half-jacket held in place by leather straps that crossed the boys
chest.

Once dressed, Edgar was put back down on his knees and guided out to the
barn with the mirrored room by Bill, who was wearing somewhat rustic dress
and carrying a shepherd's crook, and Toby, an obviously well-trained
Australian Shepherd dog. The wait was quite short this time and Edgar was
soon herded into the mirrored room and the door closed firmly behind
him. Two magnificent rams stood there waiting for him as Bill extracted the
big scented buttplug from his ass.

Both rams noticed the odor almost immediately and headed for Edgar. A few
confirming sniffs and licks latter and both rams were convinced that Edgar
was the love of their life, no matter how odd he looked. Edgar was
impressed, not only by the huge size of their balls, but by the pebbly
roughness and strength of their tongues. Neither ram had any difficulty
licking right up into Edgar's slot and deep into his hole. Edgar spread
himself, ready for a lot more tongue action, but the rams decided that they
were both in love with Edgar and needed to decide just who was going to
breed this paragon of the sheepish libidinal dream.

During their head-butting, horn-clashing discussion, Edgar found himself
oddly aroused by the thought of two such powerful males competing for
him. He also, oddly, found himself having a definite preference for one of
the massive rams over the other. Both rams looked virtually identical, but
Edgar found himself able to easily identify the new interest in his life by
the rams very carriage. The way he held himself and acted. He was the very
essence of masculinity. The epitome of male behavior. The apex of studly
presence. He was what it was to be male. From the proud curl of his horns,
the way he stood and moved, to the way his massive balls completely filled
the space between his hind legs.

Edgar's champion defeated the other ram and drove him off. He then turned
to take possession of his prize. Edgar gulped, knowing that his ass now
belonged to this randy, powerful beast. He knew that the ram would tell
him, show him exactly what was expected and that there would be no
discussion, no argument, no backing away. Edgar was about to be bred. A
simple, incontrovertible fact of nature. The ram had won his lady fair and
was now going to collect his prize. Edgar turned and presented to the ram,
acknowledging is victory, his claim, and his mastery.

The ram investigated this strange new ewe carefully, pushing her this way
and that with his nose and snuffling over the strangely textured and
smelling body. Nothing seemed to check out except the hole under the
missing tail. But that was enough. The hole smelled wonderfully even if it
tasted a bit odd. Edgar's legs were shaking and his hole was pulsing and he
was about to pass out from the way the ram was driving his thick tongue up
inside his chute and then curling his tongue before pulling it back
out. Sweat covered Edgar's body and his ass juices were flowing like never
before from the rough scrubbing they were getting from the ram's powerful,
rough tongue.

Without warning, the ram was up on Edgar's back, his sharp hooves landing
on the most thickly padded part of the sheepskin covering Edgar's upper
back, the paint on the ram's belly marking Edgar in the small of the back,
confirming that he was being bred. The ram shifted several times before
finding Edgar's hole, but plunged in full bore as soon as he found
it. Edgar couldn't figure out later what had kept him from passing
out. Never before had he been stretched so wide or fucked so brutally
hard. He bleated like the ewe he was emulating when he felt the wads of
scalding hot cum pouring into his guts and then the weight was suddenly off
his back and the ram, his lover, was calmly grazing on the sweet timothy
hay covering the floor of the mirror room. One after another Edgar received
four fast hard fucks. After that the ram took a much more relaxed view and
grazed or rested for fifteen or even twenty minutes before eating Edgar out
and fucking his ass again. Edgar was getting dizzy from all the fucking
from that huge cock and was convinced that the ram's balls were in full
production and that the ram had every intention of keeping this up 24 hours
a day, 7 days a week. Edgar was substituting for an entire flock of ewe's
and he just didn't know if he could take it.

Edgar was starring at the ram for several minutes before he became aware
that what he was actually doing was starring at the fat red dick and the
huge balls. Edgar moved over to the ram and started to lick his dick. The
ram wasn't too sure just what the hell was going on, ewe's not being
particularly well known for their fellatio skills, and stood up. Edgar, the
ever eager little boy in him excited by the idea of a new taste treat,
neatly rolled right under the erecting ram and sucked the big meat up to
it's full, mouth over-filling, turgid readiness. Sucking, the ram decided,
was strange... but nice.

If it hadn't been for all the cum running down his legs, Edgar wouldn't
have believed how much hot cum the ram squirted into his mouth and down his
throat. The taste was very different, Edgar quickly rated it as richer and
more fully flavored than dog, not as rich or mellow as human. As far as
quantity went the ram won hands down. What all those dogs had done towards
filling his ass, the ram was able to do by himself in one, at the most two
orgasms. And the size of the rams orgasms never seemed to lessen in the
least.

Edgar spent the rest of the afternoon and early evening being fucked over
and over until he was delirious and following the ram around begging to be
fucked again. It took both Bill and Seth to collar Edgar and drag him
struggling and begging, out of the mirrored room.

Both men were worried about the boy. They'd been having some very lucrative
fun with him, but they had grown to care about him as a person. Open and
honest, straightforward and sincere, they could hardly imagine how hard it
must have been for the boy living with his unfeeling, antagonistic
uncle. And he had, in a short time, endeared himself to both men with his
playful sexual attitude. They barely got him to eat anything at dinner, and
he went immediately to sleep when they took him to bed instead of wanting
to play sex games most of the night. Worried, vowing to give him a rest
from their sexual exploitation, they snuggled the boy in-between them and
quickly fell asleep.

The boy was missing the next morning. His clothes and pack were right where
they'd been left, but there was no trace of the boy himself. Panicking,
thinking the boy might have turned suicidal or might have freaked out and
run away, lost, naked in the miles of forest that surrounded the
place. Grabbing a piece of the boy's underwear, the men ran for Droopy, the
big, lethargic bloodhound who had so industriously fucked Edgar two days
before. There were few things the old dog would wake up for. Hunting was
the second.

They gave the old dog the scent and let him loose. He ran straight to the
house, into the bedroom and up onto the bed, his leaking red dick hanging
out ready for action as he sniffed through the bedcovers, looking for
Edgar's wonderful ass.

With a bit of effort, they managed to convince the old dog that Edgar
wasn't in the fucking bed! Droopy started casting out around the yard and
then lit out for the barn.

"That god-dammed half-assed bloodhound ain't got the sense to lift his leg
before peeing!" Seth complained as both men trotted off to collect their
useless pet.

"Ya gotta wonder how the fucking hound finds his dinner!" Bill bitched.

They got the lead around Droopy's neck and were trying to drag him away
from the fence and back to the kennel when an odd noise made Bill look
up. He punched Seth in the arm and pointed into the paddock. There was
Edgar. Down on all fours, the ram on his back, happily fucking away, his
huge nuts swinging back and forth between the boys widespread legs, the boy
grinning like an idiot with a lollipop.

Apparently Edgar had taken off for his big-nutted lover right after the men
had fallen asleep. He'd taken catnaps (ewenaps?) in-between being prodded
up on all-fours to get fucked again, and looked disgustingly happy and
healthy. While Edgar was leaning over the fence talking to Bill and Seth
the ram was happily investigating Edgar's depths with his tongue, which by
then went all the way up inside the boy with little resistance. Edgar was
hanging onto the fence for dear life, his knees too rubbery to support him
as the rough tongue worked over his insides. Holding a coherent
conversation was almost more than Edgar could manage. The men finally got
Edgar to come in and get some breakfast by promising that they wouldn't
interfere with Edgar and the ram's love affair.

Bill and Seth had a long, serious talk with Edgar. They wanted him to know
that, no matter what, he was welcome to come visit the ranch and any of his
"special friends" whenever he wanted too. Next they wanted him to
understand that they cared about him, as a person. They liked him, they
liked sex with him, they liked the way he handled their animals and had sex
with them. They also felt they had a need to confess. To come clean and
hopefully prevent any hard feelings.

It seems as though Seth and Bill earned their living and supported all the
animals by putting on sex shows for a very special clientele. Wealthy, rich
and loaded with money they also had a very special taste for sex between
animals and humans. Bill and Seth had been catering to their tastes, but it
had been getting more and more difficult to keep their clients
interest. Edgar had revitalized the business. The video tapes were selling
like crazy and attendance was by appointment only, price no object. The
deal was, they felt rotten for having tricked Edgar into performing in
front of other people.

Edgar was sort of tight-jawed and told them off. Seems he was pissed
because it would have been MUCH more exciting if he'd known all those
people were watching. Seems our sweet, innocent boy was a flaming
exhibitionist on top of everything else.

In the middle of a discussion of finances and schooling, Edgar suddenly
dropped out of the conversation and when the two men noticed and asked for
his attention, Edgar suddenly burst out in tears. Seems he had suddenly
realized that both men cared deeply about him. He. Edgar himself, as a
person. A whole world of pain came crashing down.

Edgar came out of the haze of pain, doubt, terror, and rejection laying on
the floor. Well... it wasn't QUITE that simple. Oh, he was on the
floor. Laying on a huge bearskin rug. In front of a happily burning
fireplace just barely large enough to have held the bear, alive. With her
two cubs. And the boar that got her pregnant. And the two studs who were
much better occupied laying on each side of Edgar. Holding
him. Warmly. Lovingly. Deliciously.

"You know," Edgar said thoughtfully, "I feel much better now. In fact, I
feel like going and getting screwed by my favorite animal."

Both men immediately pulled their arms back, letting Edgar know that he was
free to do whatever he wished.

"Just one problem though..."

"What's that?" Asked Bill.

"I can't decide which of you guys is my favorite."

"I'm going to spank your ass for that!" growled Seth from behind Edgar.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!" screamed Edgar in mock terror as he vaulted Bill and
took off, two suddenly VERY horny men right behind him. A wonderful game of
tag/hide and seek/catch-me-if-you-can/plug the boy-butt ensued that had
Edgar getting dicked all over the grounds and into the fringes of the
woods. Edgar's great idea of releasing Sam and Brutus to protect him
backfired when the dogs decided they were on Seth and Bill's side ---- they
wanted to fuck Edgar too. So much for the hide and seek part of the game,
the dogs didn't play fair. The dogs also enforced rest periods whenever one
of them nailed Edgar. I took Edgar 20 minutes or so to get off the knot at
the base of the dogs dicks so that he could run off again, and by then the
men and the other dog were well rested and ready to go again.

The game came to an abrupt end when a foot stomp alerted everyone that the
ram had busted out and was about to reclaim his prize ewe from any and all
comers. Edgar finally managed to lead the ram back to his paddock and the
men managed to fix the fence where it had been broken down, but not until
Edgar had been sheep-fucked four more times. Bill and Seth took Edgar off
to their bed where they wouldn't be disturbed by anyone or anything except
Edgar for the rest of the night.

After a great deal of experimentation and testing, Edgar decided that his
favorite animal had two dicks, and that he liked being fucked by both of
them. Preferably at the same time. One in his mouth and one up his ass,
both in his mouth, both up his ass at the same time or any of the vast
array of positions and procedures tried, discussed, wondered about,
described, invented or suppositioned. "Daddy" was whichever of the two
happened to be closest. Not only were Bill and Seth fun to fuck with, they
were equally as much fun to cuddle, hug, hold, be held by, or anything
else, including talking about serious stuff and working out problems. Like,
if Edgar was going to become a part of their family, what were his chores
going to be --- other than fucking everything in sight and being the star
of the new and improved "Happy Hooves Animal Farm, Petting Zoo and
Specialty Circus, by appointment only please." Appointments being
considered necessary to keep out the riff-raff, especially those with small
children.

Edgar had a long and happy career with Bill and Seth. The men parented him
as eagerly as they sought his sexual services. They kept him in college and
Edgar became a Veterinarian with a specialty in exotic species. The Happy
Hooves Animal Farm, Petting Zoo and Specialty Circus grew and prospered
with Edgar providing shows for their clientele that kept them eagerly
coming back for more. There is much more to the story, but this is how it
started and I'm sure that all of you out there with a true epicures taste
in bestiality have already recognized "Edgar," "Bill," and "Seth" and the
real name of their "Happy Hooves Animal Farm, Petting Zoo and Specialty
Circus.

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The hottest places in Hell are reserved for those who in time of great
moral crises maintain their neutrality.
     --Dante Alighieri (1265-1321)