Date: Tue, 27 Nov 2007 19:16:25 -0600 From: charles Turner Subject: Home Again: Going to Work 10 Warning! Warning! What follows is a story of dog on male sex, dominance, homosexuality, watersports and various other alternative sexual practices. If it is illegal in your area to read about this close the page and write your congressperson. If you are disturbed by this type of activities I hope you find something more to your tastes elsewhere. This is the continuing tale of Dan, Rafa, Cho, Sean and Ivan, various other dogs and people and is within a few months of present time. This set of the story will probably end about the middle of June, once I have finished them I will add what has happened in June through November if I don't return to writing my other stories. As I've stated before, I will allow those that wish to believe this is fiction to do so but I will attempt to tell the story the best I can remember it happening. Going to Work 10 "That's not a problem. If he learns to be a good slave he'll be moving in with me. Then he will do as I say and only what I say." I hadn't even thought about the idea of asking Keith to move in with me and wasn't really sure I wanted to have another man move in with me so quickly after Tim moved out, but I spoke and I knew there was no backing down. "Let's get him in school and he can stay here on the nights he's not with you." I had nodded my head at the suggestion, I am always a sucker for a higher edu-cation. Not only that but a sucker for most any dick that is stuck in my face, which is exactly what Anstieff did. The gene that had determined Keith would have a short dick came from his faher and had been only slightly tempered by his mother, Anstieff only had three thin inches that he couldn't keep from prema-turely ejaculating three weak drops of watery cum on my tongue. How one person could go from a rising anger to conciliation to ejaculation in the period of two minutes threw me for a loop. One night soon I would need to talk to Keith about his father and I might have to discuss him with Albert. An-stieff thumped out the door while I was still buried to the balls in his son's ass, feeling the warm seeping of precum and the first few drops of the boy's load squishing out between us. Halsey sat watching the stranger in his house and the boy he was never allowed near, I wondered if the dogs at our parties felt the way I did with him watching me. I had taken Halsey's dick before and thought for a minute about inviting him to jumop on, I was too close to cumming and felt like Keith and I should soon get out of the house before his father went through another rotation of emotions and kicked us out. Keith gathered a few pairs of socks, some jockstraps and a couple pairs of Levis and some shirts. I grabbed him a sweatshirt and we started down the stairs. We must have been quite excited by the idea of spending the weekend together be-cause we had both forgotten to put on any clothes or shoes. My boy remmebered what I had told him and pulled on a red jockstrap, white socks and hightop boots. Dr. Anstieff was sitting at the table talking to Halsey when we trooped in and turning to us told Keith not to be sucking any nigger dick. Later he told me it was the only time in his life he had ever talked back to his father. "Dad, last night I was rimming the best tasting black ass, if I want to suck black dick and my master says it is okay with him, I will. Dan will tell me what I can do and can't do now, not you." Done, he walked out the door and left me facing his father, alone. I couldn't think of anything else to say so I walked out and called Ivan and Sean. The weather had changed drastically from the time we gone into the house, a cold wind was blowing in from the west and freezing rain with flecks of snow mixed in was striking the Camaro's windows. By the time we reached the trailor Keith could have mixed a drink without extra effort he was shaking so hard. The trailor had come with a small round modern fireplace in the livingroom, I soon had a fire going and my slave wrapped in plush blankets. I didn't think he had actually been outside long enough to develop hypothermia, still the Camaro didn't have any heat and he was only wearing a jockstrap. I did what I had once heard was the most important first step in battling hypothermia, not quite the way most people would expect; I pried his jaws open and force fed him every drop of piss I could create. The core tempature needs to be raised quickly so the body doesn't suffer any damage, hot piss down one end and a hot cock up the other? It worked this time, a very slight case, I agree. What's more, wrapped in blankets sitting in front of a penetrating heat I was able to refrain from giving Keith another hot load up his chute. For an amazing amount of time for me, I made an occassional thrust and let him gab my dick with his innate ability to accept dominance. We had gone to sleep early on the floor in front of the fire and didn't wake until Ivan pawed at me to get out. He and Sean must have been confused to not be able to get their heads between my legs, my new slave was bathing my hole and surrounding area with his tongue. I let the dogs out and returned to the pleas-ure that awaited me on the floor. 'You never know when life is going to throw another curve, accept the good and savor it.' That was one of the few things my father ever said to me that I accepted and carried forward in my life. I lay on my stomach dreaming about the many men and dogs that had rimmed me before that morning and couldn't remember one that had ever reached as far inside or made me feel so happy. If I hadn't had to piss I probably would have laid there for a few more hours accepting Keith's oral worship. I learned that my slave was trained by his father to cook breakfast after his wife had died. He did well. I'm picky about my eggs, he didn't need to cook them twice. I had almost forgotten that I was going with Roosevelt for a fitting on costumes we had ordered for the party at Albert's that night. Rosey was beating on the door as I was finding pants that weren't too big for Keith. The three of us rode across town to the apartment of a student that Rosey had seduced during the intermission of the university's first play of the year. The young man wasn't anyone I would want, Roosevelt has eclectic taste if he really has any at all. The student had turned out to be one of the few at our school that was inter-ested in costume design, therefore almost every play performed had his designs and creations. Roosevelt had promised that we would pay for his time, a sure way to get a college student to cooperate! I hadn't met the student, I expected to find a swishy queen draped in gypsy scarves and beads. I was pleased to find a young man that though thin and feminine was struggling to overcome that side of his nature. Roosevelt had been spending too much time on the internet and when we were discussing the idea of dressing for the party had asked me if I had any idea if people really acted out the furry scenarios he had read about on the net. I assured him that I didn't know. We tossed the idea around as silly, frivolous and second best, if you really wanted a dog get a dog. Still the idea of dressing as an animal in a skin tight costume that left him free to conduct himself as a slut intrigued Rosey. After discussing the idea with the student who had agreed to make him a unique costume this year, Rosey convinced me to join him. I hadn't had the chance to get a first fitting, but Rosey had taken a few measurements the student wanted, I was hoping for the best. Rosey has not been known to be shy or discreet so I was surprised when he went into the next room to get his costume on. The door was opening and a coal black leg was visible when it dawned on me that he had never said what his costume was going to be. On all fours, facing us stood a human Rottwieler, I walked over to him and ran my hand across his back and butt which was only partially covered so that the black and the tan of his real body produced the effect of a true dog. When I saw his ball sac hanging between his legs and the open sheath that held his cock I called Keith over to my side and had him lick Rosey's balls, like magic his dick slid out of the sheath and stood at attention. The perfection of his costume was enough to awe me, but also enough to start me laughing. I hoped mine was going to work as well. I had to pull Keith away from the balls he was happy to pleasure. Only then did I see Rosey slide on the mask that had been made to accompany the suit. There were going to be men standing in line to get his ass and mouth. I followed the student into his sewing room to find what looked like moleskin waiting for me. he had to make adjustments around my legs and arms, but for the most part the suit fit fine. He hadn't sewn up the pouch that was to resemble a dog's sheath since he hadn't know how hung I was, as he tried to fit me my body betrayed the fact that I love sex with a stranger. The parts of my body that weren't to be covered by the suit would be painted before we left the trailor since my skin didn't match. On the floor beside Rosey I was glad he had talked me into the costume. "What can you do for my slave?" I knew it was a last minute request to fix a suit for Keith. The student didn't understand my question. "He's already suited, sir." The three of us all laughed, somewhat nervously until I pointed to Keith and explained that he was the slave. The mistake that I guess was racist left the student redder that a baboon's ass. The sweetheart, Rosey defused the situation with a good natured comment about liking to fuck too much to be anyone's slave. After a short discussion of the option he thought he could create before we needed to be at the party Rosey and I left Keith in the hands of a young man I knew would try to either fuck or suck my boy. We drove to the edge of town where Rosey knew there was a book store/novelty shop. We didn't stay there long, it was a dirty, dingy little place with hardly enough shelf space to carry any gay videos and nothing that either spoke of piss or dogs. The two of us went out lunch and did a little queer shopping before heading back to pick up Keith. He opened the door for us, attired as a prissy white standard poodle complete with bracelets and pompom. When I handed the student the butt plug I'd bought he looked at me quizzically until I said 'to hold his tail'. With the tail screwed into the butt plug I inserted it with as little lube as possible, he was going to have to hold it for at least the next ten hours. Keith promised me that he had not let the costumer do any more than run his hands over his body. Roosevelt had a plaid picnic blanket in the car so Keith didn't get as cold as he had the previous night. Plus his trucklet has heat. If Keith hadn't been wearing a butt plug that would be obvious to everyone that saw him we would have gone out to eat since there wasn't time to cook at home. We grabbed some burgers at Wendy's and went to the trailor to finish getting ready for the party. It had been seven hours since I had allowed Keith to satisfy his need to lick ass, while Rosey and I were undressing I gave him an order to satisfy both our holes. We lay across the foot of the bed while I told Rosey about the encounter with Anstieff and the weirdness. Rosey couldn't take any more of Keith's tongue without getting fucked and asked if Sean and Ivan could come in and bang us. The party had started an hour before we arrived, it took Keith a while to clean out our asses. Neither Ivan nor Sean had fucked for a few days, the loads they gave us were enough to keep Keith from getting thirsty for hours. For good measure, Rosey and I washed out his mouth with hot piss, the slave couldn't have been happier. We decided to risk being arrested and showing assholes on the road, not wanting to smear our paint or mess up custumes. Albert had told me he was planning on being Steve Irwin and Dr. Dick was attending the party as a horse's ass, saying he was going to get fucked again and again. When Rosey told me that and then spent the entire day with me I wondered if the pair was coming to the end of their relationship. Most of the humans attending the party were costumed, from the ever present cowboy outfits to outlandish Marie Antoninette drag. Beer was flowing and a table was covered with catered food and an occasional plate of dog treats. For one of Albert's parties there was surprisingly little sex. Whether people were trying to preserve their costumes or they were fucked out by two days of holiday I'm not sure. Even Rosey and I were not the sluts we'd become over the past few weeks. I did take a new shepard that had come to the party with a tall latin man dressed as a policeman, but the fantasy of have a cop take me was not enough to open me up for the shepard's knot. Not even having Keith sucking my dick at the same time helped. Rosey and I had abandoned our characters' natural propensity to be on hands and knees and were standing around talking about the dullness of the party when I was approached by Keith's father. I really didn't want to have a scene with the man if I could avoid it, but I was ready to defend my slave and my right to have him. I couldn't believe how naturally Keith cowed against my leg at the sight of his father and Halsey. The only thing I can say about the moment was that his father must have been on some good drugs, he walked up said if Keith went to the University or the tech school about sixty miles away he would pay for his education. Halsey couldn't figure out what the white thing in front of him was and kept going around it sniffing and licking. In front of the stage where there was to be a costume judging later that night the action had started to heat up. One of the things that I had always wondered about at Albert's parties was that none of the men ever tried mounting a dog, I had been told that it would be rude to mount another man's dog but why not your own if you were excited? Or can't humans ask and get permission? After five months I was still trying to learn the proper etiquette for the gatherings. Rosey didn't care a shit about etiquette, I should have know that he would be the first person I ever saw mounting a dog there. The sight of a big black Rottweiler in human form fucking Mr. Warner's white shepard was clearly erotic for many if not all the party goers. Everywhere I looked around the room there were hard dicks being jacked or fed to dogs, I didn't see one person giving their dick to another man. The whole exhibitionistic orgy upset me. When I saw that Rosey was alone again, I asked for his keys and left him to ride home with his lover. Once at home Keith and I got a fire going and curled up together on the sofa. I was real conflicted, yes I like dog sex (REALLY!), yes I was enjoying the ownership of a slave(!), but I wanted something more. I'm sure there are those of you that wonder what more there could be. That was the question boiling in my mind as Keith and I lay on the sofa using each other as pacifiers, him my dick and me his tits and tongue. About midnight I carried him to bed and once more took his ass, giving him his only load of the night. I woke at my normal time the next morning as both Sean and Ivan were doing their thing at my ass. I lay on the bed wondering what was different until I realized that Keith had moved around until I was using his stomach for a pillow. When I opened my eyes there was his dick standing up in my face, I gave it a few kisses before turning to face him. "Keith why don't you go let the dogs out, start a pot of coffee and get the paper? There are about five different brands of coffee in the cabinet above the Mr. Coffee, don't use the Yuban or Kona until we see how strong you make your coffee." Keith dragged himself off the bed, he was standing at the side looking for sonething to put on his feet when I swatted him lightly on the butt and said to hurry up. It wasn't a master/slave type swat but a friendly loving swat that I hoped let him know that things were different than when we went to bed. If he had been a few inches closer I would have kissed it and who knows where that might have led. "Get back in here. Keith we need to talk. Don't worry I'm not kicking you out, you're learning to be a good slave and keeping me happy." Up until that moment I didn't know that he had seldom if ever received any praise from his father. So grateful to be acknowledged he slipped out of my arms and lapped happily at my balls. "Come here. Even the plantation owners understood that their slaves needed a day to recouperate. We haven't been together that long, but I want you to know that you and I will not be master and slave on Sundays unless we are appearing at some prearranged function. On Sundays you may speak without per-mission. On Sundays you don't need to lick my ass the first thing in the morning. On Sundays you don't need to cook breakfast." "Don't you want me to be here on Sundays?" The look of pain on his face was alarming. I pulled him to me and tried easing his concerns with kisses and a gentle massage of his chest and back. "Keith, I want you here on Sundays as much as I want you here Fridays and Saturdays. We don't know each other well and I think we should spend one day every week learning about each other. Does that sound good to you?" I was looking straight into his eyes and worried that his desires were strictly sexual and he wouldn't want anything to change. After the shock of what I said cleared his ears Keith rolled me over on my back and awkwardly tried to sit on my cock. "Does this mean you're happy or that you want to be a slave?" I could see the smile on his face and knew there was not a chance in the world that he was going to pass on the chance to becoming more than my slave. "There's lube in the first drawer. I don't want to hurt you." "Dan, if fucking me in my bed with suntan oil didn't hurt me and I'm taking the initiative today I think you should know my answer." Yes we screwed and sucked a few more times that Sunday and finally Keith had the chance to mount me. We didn't get dressed and we only got out of bed to cook. The promise I'd made to Keith that he would be getting dog dick before the weekend was forgotten in our rush to talk and learn about each other.