Date: Mon, 25 Nov 2019 15:52:15 +0000 From: Andy Mann Subject: Forest Bound - Part 4 Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. It is not based on any real persons, living or dead. Please leave now if you are underage, or dislike vivid descriptions of sexual activity between animals and men. Please send any comments to andymann303@outlook.com. And please consider donating to Nifty at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Gay / bestiality: oral, anal, M/M+/K9s - - - - - Forest Bound - Part 4 My next outing was on the other side of Bath. Kyle drove the van to the address given to him by Ian. The large house stood in its own grounds, and was located between two small villages. Kyle stopped the van outside the main gate and ordered me to walk up to the house in the nude. It was around eight in the evening, so it was quite dark. The stone chippings that covered the driveway hurt like hell underfoot, and there was a biting chill in the night air. "Welcome, bitch," said the man who opened the front door. The porch light gave him a nice view of my weak and willing body. My weekend Master stepped forward and placed a leather collar around my neck. "Get down on all-fours, bitch," he said, as he attached a leash to the collar. "And follow me inside." Once inside the house, the front door was closed and locked, and I was led into a large living-room. "So far, so good," he said, as he squeezed my left arse-cheek. "Now, I don't want to hear a single word from you during your two-day visit. You will do exactly as I say, or you will be punished with a leather strap. Clear?" I nodded my head. "Nodding and shaking your head is allowed, but no words," he continued. "And bark if you need to do your business." I shuddered with excitement as the man ran his hand down my back. "Good, boy," he said. "Now, let's get you strapped up and ready for some K9 action." Leather straps were quickly secured around my wrists and ankles. I was then led to the centre of the room and secured to four metal rings in the wooden floor. Small padlocks held me firmly in place on all-fours, as my arse-crack was lubed up. The man then stripped naked and whacked me hard across the arse with a riding crop. I yelped in pain, but didn't say a word. I knew I was being tested, so animal noises had to do. "I have a few students, from the university, staying with me at the moment," he said. "They, like you, are here to service my needs. However, you are an oik underling and will do their bidding as well. Clear?" I nodded my head. "They will want to fuck you, of course," he continued. "But the dogs have priority." He opened a door and in walked two dogs and three naked slaves. The student slaves were all in their early twenties and ultra skinny. They were clearly malnourished, and looked more like human greyhounds. The two dogs were Great Danes, and they were huge. "Come closer, boys," he said. "I want you to meet this weekend's fuck-toy. Stray-Seven is here to be fucked by Samson and Stryker. But first, I want him to be opened up a little by my favourite three." Bone-Boy, Drone-Boy and Tight-Boy all smiled. Apparently, they liked to play with a slave as a group. I looked at their rock-hard cocks and shuddered with excitement. However, it was their fingers that were going to be used on my restrained body. Black rubber gloves were quickly put on by the "favourite three". I gulped as shiny black fingers entered my arsehole, and then filled my mouth. Bone-Boy and Drone-Boy were pushing their hands deep into my mouth, and Tight-Boy was bringing up the rear with his bony fingers. "Don't fist him, Tight-Boy," said the man. "Just open him up a bit .... and get that lube well inside him." I began snorting like crazy. The rubber-covered fingers were now deep inside my body, and the three students were none too gentle with their probing. They seemed to really enjoy roughing me up, and kept encouraging one another to go in deeper. I so wanted to bite a finger or two, but had no chance, what with so much rubber in my mouth. No words were ever spoken by the three. They used some kind of yappy dog-language to communicate. I so wanted to hurt them, but these wimps wouldn't be that easy to overpower, especially if they decided to target my cock and arsehole as a pack. "Stand down, boys," said the man. "Let Samson take a look at his new fuck-toy." The dog walked slowly round my naked body. I could feel his hot breath on my arse-cheeks, so I decided to wiggle my arse and show him that I was willing. "Take him, boy," said the man to the dog. "Hump his arse and make him your bitch." Samson was on me in a flash. I felt his body heat, and then the full weight of his body on my back. The wimps were there to help out, so the canine cock was inside me and pounding away at my arse within minutes. I so wanted to call out, "More! More! More!" but held my tongue. The dog kept fucking me as his knot began to grow inside me. There was a good deal of pain at times, but I grit my teeth and soldiered on. The wimps were yapping away with excitement, so I forgave them for their earlier transgressions on my arsehole and mouth. However, I did decide to tell Ian about the three skinny students, and their liking for K9 sex. Then, the dog began to shed his awesome load. My inner sanctum was awash with canine seed as I pushed back on the cock in my burning hole. Three hard-standing cocks bobbed up and down in front of me as the students came together and began kissing each other with fervent glee. Samson and I were quickly forgotten as the wimps went into a cock-stroking frenzy. Some ten minutes later, Samson's knot popped out of my battered arsehole. I huffed and puffed as the dog walked away to lick himself clean. "Don't fret, boy," said the man to me. "Stryker's cock will soon be filling that sweet hole of yours. Plus, you'll be sleeping on a breeding bench tonight. I'll tie you down and make you available to all the cocks in the house. No need to thank me, boy. I look after all my bum-boy guests in the same way." - - - All comments welcome.