Date: Thu, 15 Aug 2019 20:42:55 +0000 (UTC)
From: Mikhail Conrad <mikhailconrad@yahoo.com>
Subject: Doing Dog

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DOING DOG

     "I might be able to help you Mrs. Meyers. Just let me ask you a few
questions so I can make sure my facilities are adequate for your needs," I
told my neighbor/potential client on my speaker phone, "Is that okay?"

    "Oh certainly. Whatever you need... within reason of course," the
grandmotherly woman replied with a laugh, "He's had all his shots and I can
bring you the last report from our vet just last month. He's perfectly
friendly to anyone that doesn't act aggressively toward me or my husband. I
think you will find that Ransom is one of the best-behaved animals you'll
ever meet. My husband, DOCTOR Meyers, is after all an Animal Behavioral
Psychologist.  Fifty years he's been with the zoo, just this past
February."

     "He's been a perfect gentledog every time I've seen him on my walks,"
I reassured her, "Do you know if he suffers separation anxiety?"

     "Oh no, he is often quite content without us for extended periods of
time. It's just that the kennel is so far away and so many people in the
neighborhood say such nice things about you keeping their dogs while they
are on vacation. I know it's the last minute, but Jean Addison told me that
the Billlingsway twins came home with the mono, poor things, so their
parents, Mac and Eileen, had to postpone their vacation and cancelled with
you. Do you really have an opening this week Mr. Zeeman?"

     "I just might Mrs. Meyers, and please, call me Mike. Just a few more
questions," I told her, "Is he an intact male that could be bothered by an
in-heat female? Does he have any issues with other animals? Does he have
any special diet requirements?"

     "Yes, he is a fully functioning male. Dr. Meyers puts him to stud on
occasion. If he is contained there should be no problem. He might whine a
small bit, but he's not an escaper. He will chase the occasional rodent and
he was so funny snapping those cicadas right out of the air, but he gets on
nicely with the neighbor's cat and has to do the dog sniff greeting with
all the other ones we meet on our walks. That's how we first met, if you
remember, you were walking the Juarez's dog... Oso, right?"

     "Oh yes, I remember thinking then how friendly and behaved Ransom
was." I replied, "What about his diet? Any special needs?"

     "I'll bring you a big bag of food. He gets one scoop, and the scoop's
in the bag, in the morning, one at noon, and then one at night. We feed him
that way to avoid bloat. Don't worry, He'll remind you if you forget. And
I'll also bring a bag of pig ears. He gets one in the evening. And if you
have him inside, he will hold it all day if you have to be away for at
least a good six hours. And if you have an emergency and can't get back to
him, he will relieve himself on your bathroom tile if he can get to it. He
seems to know that that is our place to do our business. He just prefers
outside, and he will mark your trees and fence posts, but not your bushes
or plants. And he doesn't chew things that you don't give him. He really is
a great pet. I know he's big, but I've seen you with several large dogs
before. I know he'll be no problem for you. All he needs is a daily
walk. We usually go around two or three blocks. That's all we can do at our
age, but it keeps Ransom content and he has the whole quarter acre back
yard to run around in too. You live on an outside neighborhood street that
backs up to the state forest too, don't you?"

     "Yes I do. I have a little less than an acre fenced in my
backyard. It's a five foot chain link," I told her, "If he might jump it, I
have a side yard by my pool that is enclosed by a seven foot privacy
fence. Plenty of yard room there too, about three thousand square feet
including the pool. Does he swim?"

     "He won't jump your fence and all Otterhounds swim, sometimes for
hours. They have webbed feet. We really don't like him to spend too much
time in chlorinated water though. It's bad on his skin. Will that be a
problem?"

     "Not at all Mrs. Meyers," I answered, "My pool is saltwater and I have
an outdoor shower there where I can bath and rinse dogs. I think that's
enough about Ransom. When will you be leaving so we can make plans for you
to drop him off? And how long will you be gone?"

     "We're leaving in the morning as early as we can. We'll be back late
Sunday week, but before dark. Is that okay for you Mike? That's nine
days. Jean said you charge forty dollars a day for large dogs. Is that
right? I'll give you Three sixty in cash when I drop him off in the morning
along with a contact list for us for emergencies. Is seven in the morning
too early?"

     "It sounds like you're in a bit of a rush Mrs. Meyers," I deduced from
her hurried responses, "What if you just go ahead and bring him by today
when it's convenient for you. I won't charge you for the extra day. Will
that help you out any?"

     "You are such a dear Mike!" she said, "That would help a lot. I can
bring him now if you'd like. It really will save me time. I can't thank you
enough and I won't hear of you doing it for free. You'll take the four
hundred with my sincerest appreciation."

     "Okay Mrs. Meyers," I said with a laugh, "Don't rush on my
account. I'll be home all day."

     "Then I'll see you shortly," she added in a rush, "And thank you
again. Bye."

     "Goodbye Mrs. Meyers. I'll be here."

     Twenty minutes later my doorbell rang and there she was with Ransom on
a black leather lead attached to an expensive padded chest harness. The dog
was a real beauty. His rough looking coat was amazingly soft when I bent
down to greet him with a neck rub. It was a wheaten color with dusky grey
undertones on his body and ears. The end tufts of his hair on his legs and
face were almost white. His feathery tail swung in a small rapid arc right
behind him showing him returning my greeting with one just as friendly. He
was a big boy around thirty inches at the shoulder and I guessed him to
weigh in at one hundred plus pounds. It's really hard to be accurate
estimating any dog's weight though. Fur can be shockingly deceiving when it
comes to bulk.

     I went out to Mrs. Meyers' blue SUV and got the fifty-pound bag of
food and put it in my garage. She followed me with Ransom obediently at her
side telling me about how rushed she was with this last-minute trip to her
daughter's to help her out with the three grandchildren while their father,
her son-in-law, was in the hospital for knee surgery. She handed me
Ransom's lead, four crisp new Ben Franklins, a large stainless steel dog
dish, a printed list of her itinerary with contact phone numbers, and a
large plastic bag full of dried pig ears.

     "Be a good boy for Mike, Ransom," She said bending down just a little
bit to hug the large dog around the neck, "Thank you again so much Mike!
We'll come straight here Sunday next to pick him up. Call me if you have
any problems. His emergency Vet number is on the list along with his chip
ID code."

     She hopped right spritely for a sixty-something lady into the driver's
seat, backed carefully out of my driveway, and was gone. The whole visit
hadn't even lasted fifteen minutes. I was left on my front porch with
Ransom looking up at me still wagging his tail proclaiming his amiable
nature.

     "Let's go in Ransom and get to know each other better," I told him as
I opened the door awkwardly with both hands full.

     He didn't crowd me or rush me. He came in on my heels and made a deft
turn with his hind end shutting the door behind us. That was a surprise.

     "Oh, so you're a smart one," I said as I set the bag, list, and money
on the foyer side table, "Let me show you around."

     I unhooked his lead from the ring at his shoulder and hung it on a
hook on the coatrack by the front door. I walked to the kitchen with Ransom
casually following me and set his dish down at the end of the counter on
the kitchen tile. He looked at his dish and stepped over to give it a
sniff. Then he looked up at me as if to say, `Okay, what's next?'. I
laughed and led him to the back door, opened it and stepped out onto the
deck. Ransom followed readily and looked all around the deck, sniffing out
the whole area. He paused at the three steps going down to the yard and
looked at me.

     "Go ahead," I told him motioning to the yard, "Check it out. Do your
thing. It's all yours for the week."

     He bounded down the steps and then slowed looking back at me. I
motioned him on with a laugh and he was off. It took him about a half an
hour to smell out the left over scents from other dogs I had boarded, mark
the trees and fence posts, find the outdoor autofill concrete water dish,
and then prance back up the steps to stand in front of me where I sat on a
wrought iron rocker waiting on him.

     I didn't go back in the back kitchen door we had exited, but instead
went to the other end of the deck and opened the sliding glass door leading
into the den. I turned to hold my palm up to Ransom and told him to stay
while I slid the door shut. I got down on my hands and knees and stuck my
head out the dog door flap beside the sliding door and called Ransom to
me. He bounded over, licked my face, and followed me through the flap as I
backed in. I stood up, patted him on the head and told him to stay again. I
went out the sliding door and closed it behind me and called for
Ransom. His head appeared through the dog door flap and I called him
again. He bolted over to me wagging his whole body this time. This was
apparently a game as well as a learning thing to him. I laughed again and
went back in the sliding glass door not telling him to stay this time. I
took a seat on the couch and waited. It took about fifteen seconds before
he stuck his head in the dog door.

     "Hey Ransom!" I said as a greeting.

     He pranced over to me. I gave him a generous neck and back rub as he
snuggled up to my legs. I got down on the rug with him and started to give
him a good petting all over. When I reached his under his chest he promptly
laid down and rolled over onto his back. His sheath stuck out and had long
curls around its tip. They were slightly discolored from his piss. It was a
thick sheath and looked to contain a healthy sized cock. His balls... oh
man, his balls. They were the size of golf balls and hung in a short silky
fur cover sack. I rubbed down his chest and over his bulging sheath and
gently stroked around his big sperm making orbs. Both of his gonads
squirmed slowly around in his scrotum making fresh sperm as I caressed
around them. His sheath twitched and the blunt angled tip of his dog dick
nudged its way out of the end of the hairy casing framed by the piss
stained curls around its end.

    Ransom chose that moment to bend his head around and lick rapidly at
the exposed tip of his red veiny cock and then lick my teasing hand. That
was the go ahead signal I was waiting for. I gave him a hug as I stood and
toed off my sneakers. I undid my belt, unbuttoned my jeans, slid the zipper
down, stepped out of my pants, and draped them over the back of the
couch. That left me in my tee shirt, ankle socks, and jockstrap. I went
back down on my knees facing Ransom who rolled over and crouched right in
front of me with his tongue hanging out and tail wagging to beat the band.

    I spread my knees apart and leaned back on both hands putting my
red/grey Timoteo jockstrapped crotch right in front of him. The Otterhound
shoved his snout into my rising pouch and started in licking, getting
faster as my jock bound cock jerked and tented the mesh of the pouch
outward. I moaned as I watched the handsome dog find the side of the pouch
and lick at my nutsack which showed more and more as my cock hardened and
stretched the material outward. I leaned further back and let the animal
sniff, snort, lick, and snuffle in my groin. His muzzle dug further down
into my butt crack and I felt his tongue lapping at my taint. I arched my
back up as I spread my legs wider and got just what I wanted. Ransom's
rough, wet, huge tongue slathered its way over my asshole. The tangy taste
must have appealed to him on some primal level because he shoved his whole
snout forcefully into my butt crack and plastered his tongue over my
shuddering butt pucker over and over, again and again, until I was moaning
in dog slut lust.

     I lowered my ass back to the floor with Ransom making every effort to
keep licking across my receding asshole. I leaned forward and gave him a
hug and he licked my face energetically but not as aggressively as he had
gone for my butthole. I reached forward under him and was somewhat
concerned to feel a good seven inches of wet dog cock protruding from his
sheath. It wasn't spritzing out precum yet, but I felt it throb and swell
as my hand encased it. I slid my hand back along the slowly engorging
organ. It was already thicker across at the end tapering slightly smaller
back into the sheath until... YES! Right there just inside the fur cock
cover I felt a hardening lump. It was his knot and it was already about the
size of a lime and it had seven inches still growing of thick dog cock
ballooning outward in front of it. Ransom arched his back and began hump
thrusting his cock into my hand. The knot shot out and the hairy foreskin
sheath bunched up behind it covering his slowly distending flexure. Ransom
shoved me gently with his snout, pushing at me softly but insistently. This
dog was one horny fucker.

    I did what he wanted. I turned around, got down on my elbows and knees,
spread my legs and winked my asshole at the big dicked dog. He shoved his
muzzle back into my ass and started lapping at my hole pasting it with dog
spit until the hairs around my sphincter were slobber plastered with
it. Then he mounted me.

    His front legs latched onto my sides, clutching me tightly above my
hips. He began to hump fuck into my ass. I felt the bone is his cock as it
repeatedly jabbed into my ass cheeks. He jab fucked at me a dozen times,
jamming his hard thrusting bone into one butt cheek after the other and
then jumped off. He circled me excitedly pausing to lick my face a couple
of times before thrusting his cold wet nose right up against my dog
slobbered butthole. Then he was back to tongue lashing my hole again.

     "Fuckin' A Ransom!" I breathily urged him on as I shivered in yearning
from the rim job.

     He jumped back up on me, Grasping excitedly with his front paws. I was
grateful for the tee shirt then because I felt his dew claws pressing into
my sides through the fabric. I would have gotten clawed big time
otherwise. His backside lurched forward driving his cock into my buttcrack
this time. The os bone stabbed my taint brutally and I let out a cry from
the sudden pain.

     "OH FUCK!!!" I cried out.

     Ransom humped his bone at me again. This time he punched the blunt end
of his cock right into my hole a couple of inches. I gasped at the sudden
intrusion, but he jerked back, and the dog cock was withdrawn as fast as it
had penetrated me. He slammed his hips forward again and the hard rod slid
down across my taint under the straps where they joined at my jock pouch to
gouge into my nutsack. He drilled his cock into my jocked sack several
times thankfully not impacting one of my nuts and I felt the wet drops of
his now precum squirting cock dampen my balls and jock pouch. I reached
into my jock with my right hand and let his swelling fuck stick spray my
hand. I then pulled my cock out of the side of the pouch and began to
slowly stroke it with the dog juice as lube.

     I spread my legs just a little more as Ransom yanked his cock back to
make another try at my now precum juiced hole. We got it right this time
and fully half of his even now thicker fuck tool drove into my ass making
me gasp in shock at the size of the thing. He didn't jerk it back out this
time but leapt forward snatching my sides in a death grip and plowed the
whole length of his growing cock right up to the knot into my fuck shocked
spasming asshole.

     "OHH FUCK!" I wailed as I felt my asshole burst into flames.

     I was reeling in the pain that radiated from my dog cock impaled
hole. This was too big. I had let my lust for dog sex take me too far this
time. This cock had to go. It was just way too much. And way too much was
getting even bigger.

     Ransom didn't agree. He commenced to fuck pound his expanding cock
into me like a jack hammer. More pain exploded in my over stretched ass and
I would have collapsed to the floor in agony if the huge dog hadn't held my
butt up to his fuck level with his powerful clasping forelegs. He fucked
into my hole at breakneck speed slamming what felt like a baseball into my
anal ring with every thrust.

     "AHHHHH! OHHH FUUUCK!" I managed to cry as the dog pulverized my ass.

     It wasn't brutal or cruel on his part. It was just pure base animal
fucking. He kept wildly power lunging his expanding cock into my hole and I
began to recover from the agony of the initial penetration only to realize
I could now feel his knot battering into my throbbing asshole as he fuck
pummeled me and it was getting bigger. I gathered my strength and put my
palms on the floor to push myself up in an attempt to escape the monstrous
knot that was about to rip my asshole to shreds.

     Ransom must have realized that I was making some kind of attempt to
escape the fucking I had so willingly offered him. He wasn't about to let
me go back on what I had offered up. He bore down and dug his back paws
into the floor and drove his rutting cock into my aching butthole with a
much more powerful thrust. My asshole caved in as the knot forced its way
into my dog fucked chute.

     It felt like the breath was knocked completely out of me. My vision
went black and my mind teetered on the edge of unconsciousness from the
pain. And then I was hit with a completely conflicting feeling. My prostate
contracted with a jolt. My wrecked asshole somehow achingly contracted
around the tremendous knot and my half hard cock belched out a wad of cum
as I was dog fucked into an orgasm. I shook from my head to my toes as my
balls drew up and my prick belched out another wad. My whole fuck chute
shuddered as I was thrown into sexual ecstasy. After the second wad, my now
fully hard cock just dribbled cum until the last tremor of my orgasm faded
away leaving me with an agonizing asshole that throbbed in time to my
heartbeat and to the pulses of cum that Ransom was now ejaculating deep
into my bowels. His knot was so big that there sure wasn't going to be any
leakage. When I caught my breath, I reached under between my legs and
gently felt around my hole. It was wet and felt badly bruised. I couldn't
feel any certain damaged placed as I tenderly probed my ring that was now
snuggly wrapped around the Otterhound's flexure. I could feel it pulse as
another squirt of watery dog cum surged through it to be added to the
already huge amount deep in my colon at the pointed end of the mammoth dog
cock up my ass.

    I drew my hand back out dreading to see the amount of blood there had
to be on it. There was no blood, just dog prejizz from the smell of it. I
let out a sigh of relief and licked the spooge off my fingers. It had the
ever-present metal tang of dog cum just not as strong. The real stuff would
be running if not gushing out me soon enough. I always liked to lay back
after a good knotting breeding and finger up the dog cum that oozed from my
fucked open hole. Most dogs wanted to lap up their spent cum as it dribbled
out of my hole too. It wasn't a problem. After a good dog fucking there was
always plenty of the thin, wet, slick, nut juice to go around.

     I started stroking my cock as Ransom continued to load me full of dog
semen. I was really getting into the depraved lasciviousness of being
fucked full of huge dog cock when the dog at the other end of the huge cock
decided to turn on me. I tried to reach his harness to hold him in place
but stroking on my meat put me in the wrong position to successfully catch
the harness. As Ransom's back right leg and haunch stretched out and came
across my ass and back, I knew that it was going to be brutal. At first the
knot didn't spin at all. It was so big that it clung to the insides of my
asshole like it was fused to it. My insides twisted in response and the
twist on Ransom's adjoining flexure made him stop in mid turn.

Then the bulbous fuck tool came loose and began to turn in my rectum. It
felt like someone was twisting a jagged brick in my ass. The widest part of
the bloated knob gouged into my prostate and raked across it
agonizingly. Slowly it bulged into my sex gland and as the pressure
increased, I could feel the pulse pumps of hot dog cum going through it
across my prostate. I could feel the familiar tingle of an impending orgasm
as the knot suddenly lurched and spun the full one hundred and eighty
degrees.

     Ransom leaned forward and pulled at my ass with his enormous cock and
knot. The underside of the knot pressed the big cock's urethra tightly
against my prostate bulge and I could feel the squirts of cum more
intensely as they pulsed through it. I grabbed my cock and started jacking
like a mad man. In less than a minute the tingle exploded in my dick head
and I was again gushing cum as my asshole clamped down on the knot lodged
in it. That made Ransom to start cumming even harder and his hips rocked
making little tugs on my asshole. But the knot was way too big now to be
pulled out so easily.

     I reached back and with years of experience slowly started to bend
Ransom's back knees, one in each hand talking soothing words to him the
whole time. As his legs bent, I slowly lowered my ass. Finally his butt
plopped down and my ass went with it. It took very little petting to get
him to lay down fully on his side ass to ass with me with his left leg
cocked up in the air. I rocked my ass back and forth on his knot giving him
the pulls that stimulated his breeding. I knew that a dog's knot was the
part that had the highest concentration of feel good nerves. For men it was
in their dick heads. We lay like that for another twenty minutes before I
felt his fuck bulb begin to slowly throb and shrink. There were no more
squirts of hot dog cum going into me now. This fuck was coming to an end. I
started to jack off again going for another orgasm to end the fuck breeding
right.

      I began to cum after a couple of minutes of rapid dick jerking. My
piss slit just dribbled out small globs of man snot this time, but the
feeling was still incredibly intense. With the last orgasming clasp of my
fuck wrecked anus, Ransom gave his cock a big tug and scrambled to his feet
yanking the huge wet red slab of his cock and still fairly large knot from
my ass. It was easily twelve inches of monster cock from the back of the
knot to the tip end. Dog cum came running out of me for a few seconds and
then slowed to a trickle as my gaping hole failed to contain it. The big
Otterhound casually stuck his snout in my ruined fuck hole and started
licking up his cum as it dribbled from my depths. I reached down and got
both hands wet with the goo and brought them to my mouth to savor the taste
of raw dog fuck as the big boy lick soothed my dripping fuck hole. Five
minutes later Ransom and I were taking turns licking his receding cock back
into its sheath. I finally reached up and grabbed a pillow off the couch
and sprawled out on the floor with my legs spread wide feeling the air from
the AC lightly cooling the inside of my gaping fuck hole as it ever so
slowly closed. Ransom snuggled up beside me resting his head on my neck and
we both fell asleep. As I dropped off, I wondered how many times I could
take a giant dog cock knotting from him over the next nine days. I knew I
had to have that again. The pain would be huge yes, but that didn't deter
me as much as the exquisite rapture of an orgasm with a prostate spasming
next to a colossal dog knot memerized me. Yeah, I'd be doing more dog this
week, lots more. I fell fully asleep with my asshole throbbing in time to
my breathing, totally dog fucked senseless.

THE END