Date: Mon, 23 Sep 2019 17:13:48 +0000 (UTC)
From: Mikhail Conrad <mikhailconrad@yahoo.com>
Subject: HELPING HANDS CHAPTER 4

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HELPING HANDS
 Part 2
  THE GREYHOUNDS
 Chapter 4
   MEETING THE PACK

     As I undressed with Whirling Dervish licking at my legs, I noticed
that my cum dampened jockstrap had left a darkened wet outline of the butt
straps and pouch in the fabric of my shorts. I held them out and gave them
a careful inspection. Almost any guy that played sports would recognize the
signs of a wet jockstrap.

     "Fuck!" I griped and tossed my shorts onto the back of the couch.

     "What's wrong Alan?" Luca paused to look at me.

     He was down to his black silk boxers, black dress socks, unbuttoned
black dress shirt with rolled up sleeves, with a white vee neck t-shirt
under it. The fly in his boxers gaped open a bit showing the veiny bulge of
his half-hard cock shaft. WD chose that moment to goose my jockstrapped ass
with his cold nose.

     "Oh fuck!" I exclaimed going up on my toes in surprise.

     "You'll have to be more specific Alan," Luca said and leaned over to
open the hinged lid of the hidden storage space on the rust colored resin
block coffee table beside him, "I can tell by your inflection that those
were two different fucks. Care to enlighten me Nasty-Boner boy?"

     The use of my new pet name made my almost boned cock jump and I made a
mental note to not let Luca condition me that way. If he could get me hard
with just a whispered name in my ear..., well..., I could see the
consequences of that. I'd be having to hide my crotch bulge all the time. I
knew Luca would do it too, in fun, because I would have in his place. I
knew now that he was just as much of a cumdump dog slut as me, at least
mentally. Age might have reduced the number of dog knottings he took, but
it didn't take away his yearning for them. I was beginning to see how much
we thought alike. I needed to figure out a way to get him down on all fours
with a dog and treat him to some of the vulgar depraved supervision that he
had given me. The idea of him taking a dog fuck and submitting to a
knotting orchestrated by me made my dick achieve full rigidity.

     "Earth to Alan!" Luca called out.

     "Oh! Sorry!" I apologized, "It's my shorts. I mean the first fuck was
about my shorts, the second one was from WD's nose suddenly shoved into my
buttcrack."

     "Spread your legs and let him get at your hole Alan," Luca said as he
sat on the sofa lube in hand, "Tell me about your shorts while he laps away
at your fuckhole. He knows that his brother's cock was in there, up your
slut ass. He can smell Dancing's cum. They're used to sharing. He knows
he's going to get his cock in there too. Yeah, you fucking dog slut jock,
pull your cock out of your supporter and stroke it..., stroke it slow...,
get it ready for the beating you're going to want to give it when WD knots
up your needy faggot ass. Yes, stroke it like that..., and tell me...,
calmly..., what about your shorts?"

     "Ahhhhh, oh yeeeeeah...," I crooned as I followed Luca's instructions
and Whirling Dervish whirled his tongue across my most definitely needy
anal pucker, "Uhahhh..., my cum wet jockstrap bled through my shorts."

     "I noticed," Luca replied, "Is it a problem? If the cum stains won't
come out, I'll buy you another pair. Don't worry about it. Just think about
taking WD's cock."

     "Oh...ohh...ahhh, that's not it. I think Drake saw that I was wearing
a wet jock. Oh fuck, that feels good WD..., and he smelled dog cum. What if
he figures it out?"

     "How would he know that Alan?" Luca asked, "I couldn't see it through
your shorts, just the wet lines."

     "He's an athlete Luca," I said and spread my legs wider for Whirling
Dervish, "Ohhh Yeaaah! Lick it boy! Oh fuck..., he's seen enough jockstrap
lines to know them when he sees them."

     "Okay, so he knows you were wearing an athletic supporter, and that it
was wet," he told me, "He'll probably think you went swimming and didn't
change out of your wet underwear, or that you just wore it to swim
in. There's a pool right outside that door you know."

     "But he smelled dog cum, Luca," I tried to explain my concern, "Wet
jockstrap and dog cum don't add up to swimming in my book...,"

     "That's because you were wearing the thing when it got soaked with dog
seed, and you have a fetish for them," he told me, "Those are your thoughts
not Drake's. And it was the smell of dog cum he noticed Alan, not the
actual semen, just the smell. You're at a dog breeding kennel my
friend. The smell of dog cum isn't anything out of the ordinary. We collect
it for artificial insemination all the time. Drake knows that. And he also
knows that you will have to learn how to collect it yourself. It's part of
being a dog breeder. Quit worrying. Don't you think it's time you got down
on your hands and knees and took care of WD? Look at him Alan, his red
rocket is already spritzing precum. He wants to fuck you."

     Luca's comment made me turn and look at the big Greyhound lapping away
at my asshole. About three inches of red micro-blue-veined glistening cock
protruded from his sheath. I saw tiny sparkles of light on miniscule
droplets as the nipple-like piss slit sprayed another dose of canine fuck
lube. The sight erased any thought of Drake from my mind. I dropped to my
knees and leaned forward onto my elbows. Spreading my thighs, I arched my
back and aimed my asshole at the dog.

     "Fuck me WD!" I practically begged looking back at him, "Ram your big
fat dog cock up my ass. Make me your cum hole slut."

     "Ooooooo..., Nasty-boner boy is ready to play," Luca said, "But not in
here. Follow me..., No Alan! Crawl on your hands and knees. Boner-bad boy
has a surprise for you. Lick Dervish! Lick Alan!"

     I clambered after Luca on all fours with some aggressive encouragement
from WD. He followed me, flogging my asshole with his big wet tongue twice
as fast as I could crawl. It wasn't far. Luca walked over to the right-side
double doors and pulled them both open. I scrambled forward into the smell
of well tanned leather with Whirling Dervish lick lashing my dog-slobbered
anal pucker right behind me.

     The room was mostly dark. The walls, ceiling, and floor were all a
very dark flat charcoal gray color. It was about forty feet long and
eighteen feet wide. The doors I crawled through opened into the exact
middle of one of the long walls. There were two distinct lit areas.

     In the left half of the room there was a king size bed. Very dim
recessed flood lighting shone on it from the ceiling. It was a big four
poster and the black lacquered posts were eight-inch square,
seven-foot-tall obelisks with two-inch black iron rings mounted every six
inches on their inner facing sides. Black velvet ropes, long black leather
cords and straps, and padded black leather cuffs hung on many of the
rings. There was a huge black lacquered headboard behind it that looked
more like a cabinet with eight doors, two up and four across. The black
calf skin bedspread on the bed was almost completely covered with black
leather pillows of all shapes and sizes. The bed was centered in the left
half of the room with about three feet of walkway on each side and behind
it. What looked like an eight-foot square set of black iron jail bars hung
flat about five feet above the bed suspended from four black iron chains,
one at each corner, that were mounted to the ceiling on black steel plates.

     To my right there was a single dimmed spotlight in the middle of the
ceiling shining on the center of the area. It lit up a low two-foot-long
rectangular black iron backless rail bench with a black leather padded
cover. A large black leather sack was on the floor just outside of the
muted ring of light on the other side of the bench. Luca led me to the
bench.

     "Sit Dervish! Alan, get on the bench" he told us.

     We both complied without hesitation. Whirling Dervish dropped to his
haunches and Luca gave me a look of consternation when I started to get off
my knees to sit on the low bench. I rethought it and crawled onto it chest
down and then he gave me his vulpine lustful grin. The dark shadows gave
his face a foxlike appearance to match his smirk.

     "You are going to have a sweaty leather bondage fuck Alan," he told me
as he picked up the sack and rummaged through it, "Are you ready to be a
helpless cum dump fuckhole stuck on a dog knot?"

     "You don't need to do all this Luca," I replied watching him pull a
large squarish piece of supple black leather out of the bag, "I'll let him
fuck me any way he wants. I'll let him fuck me hard. I want him to fuck
me."

     "You're right," Luca said and set the piece of leather across my lower
back and tucked it in around my waist, "I don't need it, but you do. You
keep on saying `let him.' There is no `let' for a true dog slut. You're not
in control. You're the bitch yearning for the knot. This little exercise
will take away any thoughts you have of `letting' Dervish do anything. He's
going to fuck you. He's going to fuck you hard. He's going to knot you and
he's going to shoot a huge amount of hot dog cum up your ass. You won't
have any say about it. What you will do, is tell me about it as it happens,
and Alan..."

     "Yes...?" I asked as Luca pulled a long black leather belt out of the
bag and used it to cinch my waist, going across the softer piece of leather
he had already put around me and buckling it securely under the bench.

     "Be specific Nasty-boner boy."

     He then proceeded to tie me to the bench using belts, straps, and
velvet ropes, all black, that he drew out of the sack one by one. My knees
were pulled forward and winched to the front lower iron bar of the bench
leaving my ass hanging off the end. My ankles were cuffed to the back two
legs of the bench at the floor. He belted my chest down snuggly with
another long belt like the one he had put around my waist. He pulled my
arms out to my sides and then down around the bench under me and put me in
a position like I was hugging it. Then he tied my wrists together with
velvet ropes and secured them to the belt under the bench that went around
my chest. More of the soft ropes were used to tie my elbows to my knees and
two more long leather belts were used to secure my shoulders. They formed
an x on my back, one going from my left shoulder, across my back, around my
right waist, under the bench and buckled at the front top bar of the bench
by my neck, the other mirrored it right to left. Except for being able to
turn my head, I was completely immobilized, protruding ass exposed, bound
and helpless.

     Next, I heard Luca release a latch under the bench out of my sight. He
swung an iron bar up from the front of the bench until it clicked into
place. There was a black leather pad attached to the end of the bar that
was right in front of my face. I could let my head down and rest it on the
pad on either side, or on my forehead face down.

     "It's almost time Nasty-boner boy," Luca whispered in my ear as he
pulled a black leather domino blindfold, a small steel canister, and a pair
of disposable nitrile gloves from the bottom of the now empty sack, "This
will let you have the full bitch experience."

     "What is it?" I asked apprehensively as he put on the gloves and
unscrewed the top of the canister.

     "A saturated swab pad from one of the bitches in estrus," he answered
pulling something from the cylinder. He put it in my asscrack and smeared
gooey dog cunt juice all over my hole.

     Whirling Dervish began to twitch and scramble as soon as the lid came
off the canister.

     "Stay Dervish!" Luca sharply ordered him.

     The big dog continued to jerk excitedly while sniffing the air
frantically but stayed where he was. Luca fingered the slimy cotton pad
roughly into my hole, pulled it out, and dropped it back into the
canister. He pulled the gloves off inside out and dropped them into the
cylinder too and screwed the lid back on. He set it on the floor, gave it a
slight push, and rolled it away toward the back wall. Then he picked up the
blindfold and put it around my head and over my eyes leaving me in the
dark. I heard Luca toss the sack aside as he walked around me. In my mind,
I could see him appraising his leather bondage handiwork.

     Then, for at least several minutes, all I could hear was Whirling
Dervish squirming around where he sat, with an occasional quiet whine of
frustration and the hum of the AC faintly in the background. Minutes ticked
by with my only connections to the world being those desperate dog sounds,
the feel of my restraints, the bench under me, and the smell of leather. My
hard-upright cock oozed dick drip into my distended jock pouch pressing
into the padded back edge of the bench cover and I kept expecting to hear
Luca tell me it was time, but nothing happened.

     I waited and felt sweat forming, on my temples, under the leather tied
around me, in my chest hair plastered to the leather cover under me, in my
cum-steamy jocked crotch, and in my hairy armpits. I knew Luca was playing
a tease game and refused to make a sound, holding onto that last bit of
self-control I had. As the seconds ticked by Dervish's whines became more
intense and I could hear him scrambling in place, anxious to sink his cock
into my pheromone beckoning hole. I imagined that Luca was having to hold
him by his collar to keep him off me.

     Every sound from the rut horny Greyhound made me sweat. A bead formed
somewhere on my body with every whine and whimper. I heard myself let out a
small involuntary whimper of my own as I held back my own lust driven
desires. It was beginning to feel like Luca had left me bound and blinded
for at least an hour and I decided to relent just a little.

     "Luca...?" I queried softly.

     No answer damn him. I could wait. I had made a concession. What the
hell was he waiting on? Whirling Dervish was driving me insane with his
male yearnings. I wanted to feel him mount me and fuck me senseless. What
in the fuck was Luca waiting on?

     "Luca!" I said a bit louder and still got no response.

     I knew it was some kind of control game, but I had already given in. I
was tied to a fuck bench with my ass presented for fucking. I wanted the
fucking to start. I wanted Dervish to pound his cock into me. I wanted his
big fucking knot plugging my ass while he loaded me up with fresh hot dog
cum. I wanted to feel it all. I wanted it bad.

     "LUCA!" I cried out and still went unanswered.

     "GODDAMNIT LUCA, ANSWER ME!" I yelled, venting anger fueled by
frustration.

     WD whined even louder and my sweat started to run in trickles as drops
of it combined. How long was Luca going to leave me here? Was he even still
in the room? Wait..., he had to be. No way would the dog have stayed off of
me with my ass reeking of ripe dog cunt without someone constantly
controlling him.

     "I know you're there," I said trying to calm myself, "Just let him go
and you can watch him fuck the hell out of me. You said you wanted to
watch. Don't you want to see him breed my ass Luca?"

     Dervish's whimpering horniness was the only perceptible
acknowledgement I received.

     "WHAT DO YOU WANT?" I shouted as my sweat started to drip off of me
onto the bench and floor, "TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK YOU WANT. I'LL DO IT! JUST
LET THE FUCKING DOG FUCK ME!"

     The dog whined even louder, and I could hear his paws on the
rubberized floor moving like he was scrabbling to get free.

     "ARRRGHHH! FUCK YOU LUCA! FUCKING LET ME GO OR LET HIM FUCK ME!
AHHRRHRGHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed this time and struggled fruitlessly against
my bonds.

     I kept twisting and screaming until I exhausted myself and relented
from my sexually frustrated efforts to escape. I panted and heard Dervish
whine out his frustrations. I was overcome with lust, frustration, anger,
and helplessness. Something in me crumbled and I went limp on the bench.

     "Please let him fuck me Luca," I sobbed softly starting to cry,
"Please, I want it sooo bad. Pleeeeezzzz..., uh, uh, awhh, agh, agh,
auwww..."

     "It only took you eighteen minutes to learn how to beg like a real man
bitch Nasty-boner boy," Luca said and then commanded, "Dervish! MOUNT!"

     Eighteen minutes? It had to have been longer than that. I had surely
been tied up longer than that. Was this some other kind of mind fuck?

     All thoughts were swept away as my asshole was lambasted once by a
drool drenched dog tongue. Then I immediately felt strong canine forelegs
seize my sweaty leather wrapped waist. The heavy breathing of a worked-up
canine loomed over me and I felt a hand come between my ass and Whirling
Dervish's humping hind quarters. Wetness sprayed my asshole and the fleshy
feel of a dog cock tip spasmed against my anal opening.

     "Beg for it again Nasty-boner boy," Luca said holding the animal's
pecker at my hole.

     "Please Luca," I pleaded.

     "Please what, slut?" he asked, "I told you to be specific bitch!"

     "Please let Whirling Dervish fuck me," I begged.

     "That's not very convincing Alan," he told me and kept the dog dick
resting against my lust winking pucker. The nipple tip jerked as the dog
tried to bury it in the barely felt smooth warmth of my ass chute, "Has
Nasty-boner boy lost his nasty?"

     "Please Luca..., puhleez let him fuck me... I'll be a good fuckhole. I
promise. Please let him dick me. Please let him make me a cum-hole bitch
dog slut!"

     "AHHHHHHH! FUUUUUUUUUUCK!" I cried out as Luca let go of WD's schlong
and it rocketed all the way up my ass in one powerful canine fuck thrust
just like his brother had nailed me the first time earlier.

     I gulped a lungful of air and fought to accept the searing stabs of
rectal pain, knowing the slicing pangs would gradually transform into
strokes of libidinous passion. This fuck was more painful than the one from
Dancing Dervish because of WD's knot. The dog had been held back from the
scent enacted primal urge to fuck and his knot was already swollen with
need. The enlarged lump of fuck plug battered its way in and out of my
burning anal sphincter until I couldn't hold back my reaction anymore.

     "FUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKK!!!!!" I yelled explosively while pressing my
forehead into the pad supporting it, "IT FUCKINGGGGG HUUUUURTS! FUCK! FUCK!
FUUUUCK!!!!!"

     My loud verbal outburst must have triggered an endorphin release or
something because when I heaved in my next lungful of air to scream out my
agony again, the bludgeoning bulge of WD's knot pounded a burst of ecstasy
out of my prostate. The pleasure it radiated exerted some relief and the
pain lessened. My asshole teetered on the edge of ruin and destruction and
gluttonous indulgence.

     "AHHHH!! OH FUUUUUUCK!" I wailed as Whirling Dervish piston rammed my
asshole. The prodigious amount of pre-cum from the dog's hammering cock
made the rapid fuck sound like a sump pump on extra high speed. The raunchy
obscene shloshes peppered the inside of my thighs with cooling droplets of
canine fuck lube.

     "What is happening to you Alan?" Luca asked loudly from my left side,
"Tell me what's happening to you or I'll take Whirling Dervish away. TELL
ME!"

     "Heeeee'ssss fuckinnnn..., heeeee'ss fuckiiiiiiiing meeeee wii...,
wiiith..., uhhhhh..., with hisssss knooooooooot!" I wailed, "It's already
swollen sooooooooo big! It's pounding on my prostaaaaaaaaate. Ohhhh fuuuck,
Heeee'sss fucking me haaaard. Danciiiing..., Dancing diiiii..., he didn't
fuck me this looooong!"

     "No, he didn't, did he?" Luca chortled mischievously, "Whirling
Dervish does more actual fucking than any other dog I've ever known. He
likes to fuck-pluck an asshole with his knot. Once he conquers your hole,
he'll knot it. So, tell me Nasty-boner boy, has he conquered your dog slut
asshole yet, or is it still resisting? Are you holding tight against that
pounding dog knot? He won't knot you until he gets a smooth fuck through
your hole, so you better relax it you faggot bitch. Talk to me!"

     "Heee'ssss still fucking me with it! FUCK! It sounds so wet and nasty!
FUUUUCK Luca, mannnnnnnn..., how long will heeeee..., how long will he fuck
me like this. Ohhhhh fuck! My asshole is going numb. OHHH FUCK! HIS KNOT IS
GETTING BIGGER! OH FUCK, IT'S GETTING FUCKING HUGE! OH FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!
FUUUUUUUUUUCK! NOW HE'S STUCK IN ME! HE'S KNOTTED ME UP! OH FUCK LUCA, HE'S
CUMMING! HE'S CUMMING UP MY ASS! HE'S SHOOTING HIS DOG SPERM IN ME! OH
FUUUUUCK! I CAN FEEL IT! ITS FUCKING HEATING MY GUTS. OHHHHHH FUCK!"

     "Keep talking Alan!" Luca commanded me, "What's he doing to you now?
Is the knotting like it was with Dancing?"

      "IT'S SO FUCKING BIG MAN! OHHHHHHHHH! AH! Uhhhhh! Oh Shiiiit! His
cock is lurching every time he shoots," I said finally calming myself
somewhat after the fast-sudden knot tie, "And he is still fuck pumping it
after every shot of jizz! And he's laying down on my back. He's not
grabbing me with his legs as tightly as Dancing did. Ohhh, fuuuuck! Is he
going to turn?"

     "You'll find out, won't you Nasty-boner boy?" Luca replied now from
behind me, "He has what I call an ejaculation reflex. Every time he shoots
a wad of his nut juice in you, you'll feel him quick hump you a couple of
times. Now you know what dog to get if you want to have `the fuck' fucked
out of you."

     "His knot is driving me crazy," I went on, "His jumping cock feels
soooo good Luca. My dick is so hard it aches man! Ohhh fuck, he's licking
my neck. Uh, ohhh, ahhhhhhh!"

     I tried to squirm into Whirling Dervish's knot, but my bonds wouldn't
let me do more than wriggle. I noticed a pattern to my breeding. First
there would be a throb from the knot plugging up my hole, then WD would
fuck hump me two or three times very fast, then he would relax and lick my
neck waiting on his next ejaculation to repeat the process.

     I was covered in sweat by this time and my steel hard dick pulsed with
the need to cum. I tried grinding it into the bench but could only press
the bottom of my frenum ridge on the edge of it. The wet mesh of my
clinging jock pouch and my tight bindings kept me from getting enough
stimulation to even try for an orgasm. Between the pulsing hard lump of the
dog knot, the cum lurching canine cock, and the small rubbing friction I
could get on the bottom cleft of my cockhead, there wasn't enough sensation
for me to be able to cum. If I hadn't shot two loads off today already, I
probably would have nutted hard enough to leave me gasping for air by
now. FUCK! I wanted to grab my cock and beat it senseless, but I
couldn't. I really needed to cum. I felt Luca's hands between my thighs
reaching into my jock.

     "Oh YEAH LUCA!" I cried out in relief, "Jack me off man! Please jack
me off!"

     He pulled my balls and cock free and out the bottom of the cum
dampened mesh. The bottom of the pouch rested in my pubes now leaving the
leg straps framing my nuts and then cutting into my ass cheeks. The edge of
the bench pressed against the base of my cock making it point backwards. I
felt fingers slowly going lightly up and down my cock shaft but never quite
touching the head of my rigid pecker. The whole time, WD kept up with his
pump-thrust, pump-thrust, cum, lick, and pause cadence.

     "Oh no Luca! Don't edge me now man. Pleeeeease! I can't take it!" I
pleaded on the verge of panicking.

     "You don't have a choice Nasty-boner boy," he told me and continued
finger tickling my cock shaft.

     I tried to jerk loose from the bench to get away from the torment on
my sensitive dick, but the ties held firmly and Whirling Dervish just
wriggled his pump-thrusts more firmly into my bound spread ass. I gathered
my strength and sent it into my left toes using them to push frenziedly
against the floor while I did my best to lunge my weight to my right
seeking to topple the bench. The fucking thing was bolted to the floor and
WD was bolted to my ass.

     Luca's fingertip caresses on my petrified prick started to cause
little electric-like tingles in my balls. My hairy nut sac was drawn up so
tight that it felt like my nuts were about to retract into my groin. The
tickling prickles spread outward and now my cock, balls, prostate, and knot
clasping asshole quivered from the sensation.

     "I'LL KICK YOUR ASS WHEN I GET OUT OF THIS LUCA!" I yelled and strove
wildly against my bonds as he kept on teasing my cock, "FUUUUUUUUCK! STOP!
PLEASE STOP! PLEASE LUCA! I CAN'T FUCKING TAKE IT! OH GOD! I'M GOING TO
PASS OUT IF YOU..., AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

     It felt like my dickhead exploded on the end of my cock as my tight
aching nuts jolted and thick gobs of man spunk shot out of it. Whirling
Dervish reared up on my back and pushed off to the right. The unexpected
twisting screw of his huge knot and thick cock in my guts made my stomach
drop out like it was going over the top of the big rise on a roller
coaster. A burning stab of pain somehow amplified my orgasmic pleasure when
the big greyhound knot tugged at my asshole as WD finished his turn. I lay
there in climactic shock, every muscle tensed with my head thrown back as
much as it could, and my mouth wide open to scream out my now nonexistent
torture.

     "Uh..., uh..., oh...," Were all I managed to weakly whimper as the
orgasmic bursts of pleasure overwhelmed me with each jolt of man spew that
shot out of my cock. My muscles untensed. My head fell forward onto the
headrest and my body went limp on the fuck bench.

     "Are still going to..., what did you say..., kick my ass, Alan?" Luca
asked quietly from my left side.

     "The urge has cum and gone," I managed to whisper with a weak laugh.

     I felt my asshole spasm and clutch at the dog knot plugging it
closed. I knew from Dancing Dervish's breeding that it meant that WD was
about through with my fuck numbed ass. His knot was shrinking. The fuck
plug became softer fairly fast and then shrank very minutely with each beat
of the dog's heart.

     "OHHH FUCK!" I bellowed when my asshole spasmed and shat out the knot
along with a wet farting splurt of warm dog cum mixed with my ass snot. The
ejected cock behind the knot slid out covered in the oozing wet fuck slop
and I felt it sling the runny sperm muck across my thighs.

     "Relax Nasty-boner boy," Luca said soothingly and started to untie my
bonds, "You just lay right there and WD will have you licked clean in no
time. You should see your asshole Alan. It's gaping a good three inches,
but it's not open. Your red swollen cum smeared rectal tissues are filling
the whole gap except for a small opening about as big around as a
peppercorn that has an erratic trickle of dog semen leaking out of
it. Here's WD to lick it closed right now."

     "Uhhhhhh, ohh, ohh, that feels soooooo goooood," I mumbled.

     Luca continued to free me from the fuck bench and Whirling Dervish
held me captive with his tongue. The wet-rough strokes from it did soothe
my knot wracked fuck hole. WD was relishing lapping up the final drips of
his dog fuck juice just as Luca removed the blindfold mask.

     The low dim lighting over the bench seemed ultra-bright to my
uncovered eyes. I blinked them rapidly to clear my vision and discovered
that I was totally freed from all the restraints when I brought my hands to
my eyes. I rubbed them and then I stretched like I had never stretched
before. I heard snaps and cracks as joints readjusted themselves all up and
down my body. I put my hands under my chest and pushed up on the balls of
my feet. I had planned on standing, but so many of my muscles protested the
move with bruise-like aches that I gave up and sat down straddling the low
bench. This spread my legs apart and brought my knees up. That made my ass
cheeks spread open and my freshly fucked asshole gurgle-farted out a glob
of dog cum and ass juice.

     "Oh fuck..., I'm sorry Luca," I blurted out with embarrassment, "I
couldn't help it."

     "Alan!" Luca chided me, "I just tied you to a fuck bench and then
watched my dog fuck the hell out of you, knot your helpless ass, and load
you full of his sperm..., and now you're ashamed of a cum fart? I think
I'll just take that apology as the post-fuck demented talk of a freshly
bred dog cum slut. Now here, let me help you stand up so WD can lick that
up too."

     The older man gave me surprisingly strong assist under my left arm,
and I stood shakily while the Greyhound licked the fuck scum off my ass and
then off of the bench. I shook my head slowly in disbelief and stepped over
the bench as I put my plump cock and now low hanging balls back in cum wet
jock. Then I started stretching some more, bending, flexing, and shifting
to relieve the bondage-fuck induced aches. Luca helped by massaging my
shoulders and neck. For several minutes the only sounds were my low moans
and groans accompanied by the slurps of Whirling Dervish licking his fuck
meat back into its sheath.

     "Are you ready to meet the rest of the breeding studs?" Luca asked.

     "Uh..., I guess so," I replied bending backwards in a full stretch,
"Let me get dressed. Where did we put our clothes?"

     "Don't bother," he told me, "There's no one left around to see
us. Come on."

     He led me across the room to the left side of the leather fetish
bed. There was a door there that I hadn't noticed. It opened into walk
through closet with a small bathroom on the other side. Luca pulled a black
silk robe off one of the hangers and held it open for me. He slipped it
over my arms and then grabbed another one for himself. The short knee
length robes were the only thing hanging in the closet and there were
several more. The other side of the closet was a shelving unit with towels
and toiletries neatly stacked and aligned.

     "Do you need the facilities Alan?"

     "I sure could use a shower Luca," I answered, "And you look like you
got a little sweaty too."

     "Why don't we wait to shower after you meet the other Greyhounds?" he
asked and added, "They will remember you much better if they get to smell
you like you are right now. And the front bathroom showers are much nicer
anyway."

     "Okay, just a sec," I told him.

     I went to the single pedestal sink to splash cool water on my face. I
tasted the salt from my sweat as the runoff dripped from my lips. I took
one of the hand towels from a stack and wiped the rest away. Luca pointed
to a hinged flap by the sink and I tossed the towel in it.

     It's a pneumatic laundry chute," he told me, "It breaks down more than
I'd like, but it's convenient."

     "It's a long walk to the stud kennel Luca," I said, "I could go get
that cart if it's anywhere around."

     "Thanks Alan," he replied, as we went back into the kinky sex room and
through the double doors into the main room, "I already had Gif bring it to
the backyard gate. I told him to do it when he saw Drake's truck leaving."

     I did take a small detour to slip into my shoes. Luca had already put
on a pair of..., you guessed it, black leather slippers sometime when I was
either blindfolded or too knot shocked to notice. Luca whistled for
Whirling Dervish and the dog came bounding up to us in the foyer. He took
the lead off its hook and clipped it to the Greyhound's collar. We left out
of the pool house and stepped into a balmy evening night lit by the
rippling refractions of the four lights in the pool. I wondered what time
it was.

     "It's just before nine," Luca informed me when he noticed me looking
at the position of the half moon, "You can spend the night if you'd
like. The pool house is all yours and the other bedroom is much more
conventional by the way."

     "I can't tonight," I said, "I have to work the early races tomorrow. I
need to go home for work clothes."

     "You should bring a change here for just in case," he told me and
opened the back gate with his cell.

      "I'll do that," I said with a smile and took my place in the driver's
seat of the electric cart. He and whirling Dervish joined me and we were
off with a quiet electric hum headed uphill to the stud building.

      "There are twelve breeding studs at the stud kennel," Luca told me as
I drove toward it along the post lit pathway, "Some of them won't get along
if you bring them out at the same time to fuck you. You'll get to know them
as you go along."

     "So, I get to pick from now on?" I asked.

     "Certainly," Luca answered, But I hope you'll let me make a request or
suggestion from time to time."

     "I'd be a fool not to," I replied with a laugh, "How else am I going
to get tied to that bench again?"

     "Begging would be a good start," he taunted me and used his cell to
open the gate into the kennel yard.

     I drove through it and then the thirty yards into the kennel
breezeway. We hopped off of the cart and Whirling Dervish gave a big shake
causing his tags to jingle. The two hallways leading from the breezeway
echoed with other tag chinkles, some snorts, curious whines, and a cut off
bark. I looked at Luca to see which way to go.

     "Let's put WD in his kennel first," he said going to the left, "This
side will be faster anyway. You already know two other dogs in this wing
besides WD."

     We went past the first two kennels on the right. The first one
contained an inquisitive looking red dog. His coat was almost liver colored
with a white diamond patch on his chest. The second was a blue faun. He sat
staring at me. His fur was patterned like a brindle, but the colors were
greys and cream instead of the usual browns and tan.

    The next space contained a friend. I stepped up to the bars to reach
through and gave Dancing Dervish a hug. He licked all across my face and
then froze. His snout dropped and he pushed his muzzle as far as he could
through the bars sniffing at my unreachable crotch.

     "Pull your robe up and turn around Alan," Luca urged me continuing on
past to Whirling Dervish's stall, "Let him have a lick and move on. You two
are already friends..., or should I say fuck buddies."

     I did as Luca suggested and put my ass to the cage, a bar pressing
into each cheek. Dancing wasted no time and dove right in, tongue basting
my fuck gooey ass pucker. I let him get in a dozen or so wet swipes before
I stepped forward and left him wagging his tail with a red protrusion
coming out of his sheath. I shivered a bit in lust as I walked away from
the urge to get down and bitch for him.

     Luca had WD put away and was rising from bending over and petting the
beautiful brindle stud. He motioned me on to the next kennel space and I
read the brass plate hanging over the bars, `Obliterator.' He was a dark
black and brindle dog, with hair almost like a tortoise cat, but shorter
and sleeker. His head was cocked to the left and he looked straight at
me. He bounded forward to the gate when he realized I was coming to him.

     "His name doesn't just apply to his racing prowess," Luca said coming
up behind me, "Watch yourself with him Alan. I don't want Nasty-boner boy
to panic when Obliterator fucks him, yanks his half-engorged knot free, and
dismounts. Make a mental note, he'll do that sometimes up to five times
before he finally fucks his knot in place and ties you. We call him `Obie'
for short. But don't even think `short' when you're around him. Obie has
wan big Kenobi."

     I let out a loud laugh-snort at Luca's joke and earned a geek award
wink from him for it. I squatted down on my heels and the short robe parted
as I did. Just like Dancing Dervish, Obie froze in place, zeroed in on my
crotch with his eyes, and stuck his snout through the bars sniffing rapidly
at my jock pouch. The ripe cum smells wafted outward from my sweaty
groin. To the dog it was the steamy enticing aroma of sex. I turned and put
my ass to the bars of his cage too.

    "Oh fuck yeah...," I crooned in delight from the slurps of dog tongue,
"Lick my slut fuck hole Obie!

     "Push some out for him Alan," Luca cajoled me, "Let him get a good
taste of your ass mixed with his kennel mate's cum. You're fucked full of
the stuff. You can let him have a little bit, can't you?"

     "Oh fuck yeah! That's fucking nasty hot Luca! Eat my ass-sperm Obie!"

     I pushed out like I was starting a shit. A gaseous splurt popped out
of my asshole along with a snot glob of fuck fluids. The dog tongue gobbled
it up without a single drip getting by and then rooted at my gummed-up hole
with his snout looking for more. I jerked forward when his cold nose nudged
my knot bruised anus.

     "Come on Dog Slut!" Luca urged me with a laugh, "There's nine more
studs to meet. Whatever happened to `two a week'? I'd better order two
cases of athletic supporters."

     "Just call them jockstraps Luca..., or jocks" I said and moved on to
the next cage, "Athletic supporter sounds so high school gym teacher-ish."

     "Yesssss..., it does..., doesn't it?" Luca said with his lecherous
grin, "I like that..., gymteacherish. That's a sexy word Alan."

     "Man, you so didn't know my gym teachers," I laughed.

     "No Alan, that's not it," he smirked, "You didn't know mine."

     We both laughed and moved past the next space. It was dark and
empty. The next kennel down was the last one on this side. It was L-shaped
and bit larger than the others. I didn't need to look at the sign to know
who's kennel I stepped up to this time either. I hadn't been down here, but
I had seen Drake bending his fine ass over right here when we brought
Dancing Dervish back earlier. Drake had been returning the magnificent blue
stud in front of me now to his cage, this cage. Stormcloud stood solidly on
all fours. He was frozen in place pointed directly at me with his nose
thrust forward and up, sniffing intently.

     "I'm going to ask you to do something Alan," Luca said, "You can tell
me to fuck off or just ignore me if you want to..., or if you get desperate
to..., oh damn! Just..., when you decide to take Stormcloud... You'll be
better off having someone to help you the first time with him. I know how
you are because you're just like I was. It's an "OH-MY-FUCKING-GOD KNOT. I
couldn't pass it up. I didn't pass it up. I swear that fucker had a knot
the size of a mayonnaise jar. But let me tell you Alan..., I wish I had
passed it up..., at least for a while. It would have been a much more
intensely pleasurable breeding if I had trained my fuck hole for it
first. But I do know the siren call of an Oh-my-fucking-god
knot. Stormcloud has one."

     I nodded at Luca in acknowledgement but didn't say anything. Hearing
him talk about a mayo jar sized oh-my-fucking-god knot made my fuck ravaged
asshole twitch. This would need some thought. So, for now... I put my legs
tightly together and then pushed out another wad of ass cum. It slimed the
cleft of my ass crack. I pulled my robe up and put my ass to the
bars. Stormcloud went to town licking the fuck muck out of my crack. The
swipes of his tongue that grazed my asshole had me moaning again until Luca
pulled me away.

     "Any time you decide you want him, I'll be happy to help," Luca said
as we headed back up the hallway.

    Every dog we walked past was staring directly at me. It made my dick
throb watching their heads turn to follow my every step. We passed Obie,
WD, and Dancing and I had to smile, knowing that each one of them wanted to
fuck me, knot me, and breed me full of hot watery dog sperm. We walked up
to the blue faun Greyhound whose name sign read `Royalwind'.

     "You can just call him Roy," Luca told me and gave me a nudge with his
elbow, "Go ahead and give him a taste. You're doing fine Alan..., go on."

     I shrugged out of the thin short robe and handed it to Luca. If I was
going to be an ass-cum dispensary trough for several more dogs, then I
didn't need it. Luca said there wasn't anybody else around and he had given
me a lot of reasons to trust him. He took the robe and folded it over his
right arm. I turned around, put my butt to the bars and presented my ass to
Roy. He rooted into my crack and once again, a big male Greyhound stud was
giving me the doggie version of a rim job. I pushed out a small bubbly fart
of fuck sludge for him too.

    At the next cage, I repeated the same thing with its occupant, an
enthusiastic licker named Rusty Rogue. Luca informed me that he answered to
either name or both together. He also told me that the big red dog was
prone to nip when sexually excited and that it was best to muzzle him for
breeding. Our next stop was on the other side of the breezeway. We went by
the cart and into the night dimmed lighting of the right hallway.

     We approached the first kennel. An anxious creamy faun colored stud
stood frisking at the gate. `Albie On the Go' was the name on the bronze
plate over his space.

     "This is Albie," Luca told me unnecessarily, "This is the stud you'll
want when you don't have a lot of time but just really need to get fucked
and knotted. He's pretty hyper, even for a racing Greyhound. When he fucks,
all that energy goes into it. He is a what you might call a `wham-bam
thank-you-bitch' type. With him a fuck lock and load takes only ten to
fifteen minutes."

     I gave him a sample taste from my fuck hole, and we moved on to the
next kennel. This one was a white and tan beauty named Marvel O'Speed,
mostly called plain Marvel. I gave him a greeting taste of butt sperm and
continued on with Luca.

     The next cage was empty and then we came to the last four. In order, I
pushed thickening dog cum ass drippings out of my hole for each one. Every
one of them wasted no time in licking it all up with aggressive lascivious
swipes of their tongues.

     There was Captain Clash that went by Clash. He was a solid black
animal with piercing eyes. Luca warned me that he was very aggressive and
wouldn't tolerate another male dog around when he fucked. Then there was
Gary's Promise, a red faun dog that Luca called Gary. After him came Warp
Away, called Warpie. His coat of fur was red with big splotches of
white. The last dog, in the bigger L-shaped run at the end, was the tallest
Greyhound I had ever seen.

     He was almost three feet tall and his name plate identified him as
`Phantom Blur'. He had a sandy faun upper coat and a solid white underside
and chest. I turned around to give him a taste of my ass and fuck ooze.

     "Phantom holds our track speed record for the five sixteenth, three
eighths, and the seven sixteenths," Luca told me referring to race
distances, "He is fifth in the world in the three eighths and third in the
seven sixteenths. As fast as he is though, he isn't fast when it comes to
breeding. He starts off fucking real fast and then he'll lay on top of you
for a good while, giving you short humps while his knot grows to full size
with his big fat cock lengthening up your chute too. When he turns, you can
expect to be captive to his knot for at least forty minutes, but plan on an
hour or more. And Alan...,"

     "Yes?" I queried.

     "He cums a lot," Luca said with his grin of sexual depravity, "He
shoots more cum in one go than you've taken from both Dervishes today. This
guy will put a major cum bloat ache in your ass."

     After leaving Phantom licking his chops clean of the residue of fuck
slop from my ass, we went back to the cart and I drove back to the
house. Luca filled me in on more details about the dogs, like their ages,
all between four and eleven, how aggressive each one was, and who got along
with who. He told me that it was perfectly fine to have two dogs at the
same time, but you had to get the right two dogs. Even with Captain Clash
off the group play list, the combinations were more than I would get around
to for a long time.

     We got back to the pool house and showered together under the pole
shower in the front bathroom. Luca finished way before me. He wasn't
covered in fuck residue from head to toe, inside and out, like I was. I
came out of the bathroom completely naked toweling my hair dry with one
hand and holding my cum saturated jockstrap out to a now robed Luca with
the other.

     "I think you wanted this," I told him as he reached out for it
hesitantly, "And Luca..., of course I fucking want it, BUT, I want you to
have it more. I'm giving it to you. I insist. Do we have a problem?"

Luca started to chortle as he took my strap and walked toward the
kitchen. He was laughing hardily by the time he reached the kitchen and got
a zip lock baggie out of one of the drawers. He slid the slimy strap into
the bag and sealed it closed still laughing.

     "No, we don't have a problem Alan," he said and walked from the
kitchen to the small bar table putting the baggie with the cummed-up jock
in his robe pocket, "Let me get you something to drink for the road...,
non-alcoholic of course. Always remember to hydrate after you get a good
breeding."

     I dressed while Luca poured me another fruit juice mix drink. He
brought it to me in a red solo cup and smiled as he handed it to me. I set
it down on the coffee table and pulled him to me in a big hug.

     "Thank you, Luca," I told him, "Thank you for everything."

     "Like I told you Alan, it's my pleasure," he said with a bit of
embarrassment from my attention, "If you go out the back door there, you'll
find your car parked under the carport awning. That's your own personal
parking space. Let me know if you ever find anyone else parked there."

     "I will Luca, and I guess I'll see you back here after I get off
tomorrow then," I said walking with my drink in hand to the door, "You know
I'm going to have a hard-on all day, don't you? I can't fucking believe
this..., all of this... I'll call you when I'm on my way, okay?"

     "I'll see you after work tomorrow Alan," Luca told me with a laugh as
he shut the door behind me.

END OF PART 2, CHAPTER 4