Date: Sat, 8 Aug 2015 18:08:55 +0200
From: Petey Pup <petey@usa.com>
Subject: Meeting Brutus

MEETING  BRUTUS         Authored by: Petey        Petey@USA.com

It's been five years and two jobs since I received my bachelor's degree
from Penn State. Anyone would think an educated, very well built, good
looking, not to mention modest, guy like me would have settled into a job
and a home by now.  I thought the first job I got right after college was
it. I even thought the apartment two blocks from my job was perfect, too.
All that lasted two years, and it wasn't easy keeping them that long. Heck,
the second go around I was more sure it was right, and then even surer, it
wasn't. Boyfriends have even been worse.  I think I'm with "the one", and
then that quickly doesn't feel just right. And then I'm getting hit on in
the gym by the next one, that seems to be "him".  But no. I mean it's great
to be a great looking guy with a great body. And I do love the gym, and the
guys at the gym that stare and hit on me. But I just haven't really found a
home, a job, a lover that really was the complete right fit. I don't know,
it may just never happen for me.

So now, here I am, walking across the grassy park area of the new apartment
complex I just moved into two weeks ago, when I see the tall, well-built
guy that lives on the floor above me, playing fetch with his dog. His dog
is a big powerful looking German Shepard with a thick leather collar with
studs, that would race to fetch the ball back to his master each time he
threw it. I walked across on the opposite side of the park, not wanting the
stud to see me staring at him, again. When I got to the far side of the
park his ball landed just in front of me. I slowed down a bit. I wanted to
see the big German Shepard come get the ball right in front of me.  He
looks like such an impressive dog. But I took a few more steps, and he
still didn't come. I thought maybe the dog didn't know where the ball
was. I looked back over to the stud, and the dog was just standing there by
his side. Maybe he didn't see where the ball went, so being a good
neighbor, I thought I should return it to the stud. When I got within a few
feet of him, I realized he was even taller, maybe 12 inches taller than me,
and more handsome than I thought!  He stood there, staring at me with these
incredible eyes, a warm smile, and I started to get hard! I couldn't speak,
I just reached out and gave him back his ball. He took the ball in one of
his huge hands, and with his other hand he ruffled my hair and said, "Good
boy, Thanks". I felt a sense of pride when he said that and got even
harder. I finally broke my silence and introduced myself, told him my name
was Peter and I had recently moved in, and would be starting my new job
next week.  He smiled and looked me up and down and said, "with your fair
skin, and dark hair and eyes, good build and proportions, I'd say you are
part French, probably from the south, and part English.  "Wow, my mom's
from Antibes, and my dad's from London".  He said, "Yeah, I can tell the
breeding."  He didn't say what his heritage was. But by his firm and
masculine demeanor, his impressive size, build, blond hair and blue eyes, I
guessed he was German or Nordic or both.  I just didn't think it seemed
right for me to ask. He was incredibly good looking even though he had to
be at least 7 or maybe 10 years older than me.  We chatted a minute or two
more, then he said, "it'd be great to have you around, little guy", and he
just turned and started walking away.  And then he said, "Come".  I
realized I had immediately turned and started to follow him, but then I
thought, was he talking to me or his dog?  I kept following him because I
thought that since I started walking behind him, it would look foolish if I
now just stopped and went another way. Anyway, I really wasn't doing
anything this afternoon, and I would love to see if I could get the chance
to know this stud better.  As we walked, or more like, as I followed behind
him and his dog, we passed Kathy from my floor. She said, in a gleeful kind
of way, "hi Mark!"  She seemed to not even notice me. And Mark, who I just
realized never even told me his name, nor did I ask, just said a quick hi
and kept walking.

He opened the door to his apartment and he stepped inside, then his
Shepard, then I followed in.  As he walked over to the sofa, the dog went
straight to the dog bed next to the sofa and laid down. Mark said, "Close
the door and get a couple of beers from the fridge".  I thought, I don't
think he's being the best host, but I guess that's ok because I'm happy to
be here, and I could certainly use a beer to relax a bit with this
masculine stud I just met. When I got back to the living room, he was
watching tv and sitting back on the sofa with his legs all spread
out. There were newspapers and books all over the rest of the sofa and also
on the only other chair in the room. I guess he saw that I was looking
around for a place to sit, and he said, "Yeah this place is a bit of a
mess". He patted the front side of the sofa in between his legs, and said,
"Just sit on the floor right down here."  So without even giving this
strange suggestion, (order?), a second thought, I did. As soon as I settled
in to my seat on the floor between his legs, he reached down and ruffled my
hair again and said, "There's a good boy".  I was happy I did something
that pleased him, and I started to get hard again! We sat like that for a
while without talking. He just clicked through the channels and drank his
beer. After a bit he moved his huge work boot clad feet in closer to me. I
didn't know if I was getting so turned on because I didn't eat lunch and I
had just finished a beer, But just one beer? Or because I was in the
apartment of the hottest man in the complex sitting in between his legs
with his size 12, or maybe 14's, less than an inch from me! He said in a
soft but firm tone, "My feet need to be out of these boots, and rubbed to
get the circulation back through them." I don't know exactly why I did it,
but I immediately reached for his left boot and put it in my lap and
started to untie his boot. I took off his boot and I could immediately
smell the distinct odor of a man's foot being inside of a leather boot for
a long period of time. I realized I was getting turned on. I lifted his
other boot and removed it as well. He began to move his foot around and
flex his toes. His foot order was even stronger. And I think it was turning
me on even more.  I started to massage his left foot for him. I heard a
soft sigh come from above. Hearing that sound meant he was enjoying my
efforts and I was happy! I began working his foot even harder! He started
to pat and rub my head. But not ruffling it like before, now it was like a
soft stroke. Like how you would pet a dog! I thought this was getting so
weird, But for some reason, I was really turned on, and I didn't want it to
stop! When I finished with his other foot, he said, "I'm much more
comfortable without those socks".  I quickly removed his socks and I got
lost in holding and massaging his feet. I just wanted to make him feel
good. I massaged them for a bit, and I realized I was making sighing and
moaning sounds.  Then he said, "you really like working on making my feet
feel good, don't' you, boy?"  I just nodded yes and moaned, "ahuh".  I
really had no words.  He said, "Why don't you show your master how much you
love them".  I felt like I got permission, maybe direction? To really get
into worshipping his feet. I began kissing them, then licking them as I
held and stroked them.  I heard pleased sighs and "yeah, that's nice,"
coming from above me.  I was so happy I was making Mark feel good!  I had a
major hardon!  Mark said, "Good job, boy, that's my good boy."  And he
patted my head again in appreciation of my efforts.  I was completely
wrapped up in doing a good job for this masculine stud, I could have
continued on his feet like this for hours!  But he patted my head again and
said, "Now, why don't you get up and get a bit more comfortable too".  It
didn't sound like a suggestion. It sounded a bit like a command, in a firm
but nice way. I wasn't sure exactly what he meant, but as I started to
stand, he said, "You'd be more comfortable without all those clothes on
you, wouldn't you boy?" I thought this was cool. He wanted me to totally
undress?  He is so nice, so incredibly good looking, and I was so turned
on, I thought heck, l would probably do anything this masculine stud asked
me to.  So there I was standing there in front of this handsome stud, I had
just met, totally naked. I guess he realized that I wasn't exactly sure
what to do next, and he said, "Now turn around, show me."  I turned around,
but what did he mean, "show me"?  I was standing there with my back to him
and he said, "Down on all fours". I got down on all fours and I realized he
was checking out my ass!  I heard him say, "Good boy, now come" and he
patted the place where I was sitting before. I crawled over to him and
looked straight up into his eyes. Geez, he is the most handsome man I have
ever seen. And right then I thought I would do anything he asked if it
meant I could just look up at him like this! He was right! I felt so
comfortable all naked and on the floor looking up at him.  He opened a
drawer in the side table next to the sofa, and took out a leather dog
collar with shiney chrome studs. Just like his German Shepard wore! Just
then I looked over to his Shepard who was now sitting up in his dog bed
next to the sofa and he was staring directly at me! Mark looked down at me
and said, "Do you like your new collar, boy?" I just looked up at the gift
this handsome man was giving me, and I started to say, "yes, it's
beautiful". But as I began saying it, Mark tapped me firmly on the nose and
said, "Now good dogs know to only speak barks". I didn't even think twice
and I barked, "woof, woof, woof." I was so happy to get this new collar
from my new master.

After he fastened the collar around my neck, he patted my head again and
said, "There you go boy, you look so good in your new collar!" I felt
myself get so hard as he patted my head. I found myself closing my eyes,
and leaning into his leg and rubbing my head against him. After a bit, I
opened my eyes and saw his German Shepard was now six inches away from me
staring right at me, and licking his chops.  Mark said, "Brutus, do you
want to meet your new friend?" Brutus took no interest in me at all,
before.  But now he seemed like he had a raised level of interest. Brutus
stepped in closer to me and sniffed around my face and my new collar. I
just stayed still because he was a big and powerful looking dog and I
didn't want to do anything to upset him. And besides, for the whole time in
Mark's apartment, I only moved or did something when Mark directed me to.
Brutus moved right alongside of me, with his nose by my butt and his tail
by my face. Mark said, "It looks like Brutus wants to greet you." I wasn't
completely sure what Mark meant by that. But then Brutus started to sniff
at my butt.  Mark said, "It looks like Brutus is trying to be friends, boy,
You need to give Brutus a nice doggy greeting, too."  Did he mean he
expected me to sniff his dog's butt? Before I could even answer myself,
Brutus turned his head and stared right through me. I quickly gave his butt
a couple of quick sniffs. Brutus immediately went back to sniffing my
butt. After the first couple of sniffs Brutus raised his tail up. I guess
his butt didn't smell bad at all. So I continued to sniff all around his
butt, just like he was doing to me. After a minute or so, I felt Brutus
push his nose in between my butt crack. It was kind of sudden and forceful,
and pushed me forward a bit. I quickly got my stand back and Brutus was now
forcibly pushing his nose up and down my butt crack. I then felt his tongue
traveling up and down my crack!  He was taking long licks at my
hole. Brutus started pushing his tongue into the edge of my hole. Just then
he lifted up his hind leg right above my head. I was now staring directly
at his huge set of furry dog balls! Mark was sitting back on the sofa and
watching all this. I heard Mark say, "Wow, I think Brutus is starting to
like you. You better show Brutus how much you like him, too." I wanted to
make Mark proud of me and I didn't want to do anything to upset Brutus, so
I stuck my tongue out and gave his furry ball sack a lick. I'm not sure
why, but I think I really started to like his balls because I found myself
kissing and licking all over Brutus' balls. As I was giving his balls a
good licking, Brutus' sheath began to pull back and I saw the start of his
dog dick. Brutus was now driving his tongue deep into my ass hole. I had
never felt anything so wonderful! I've been rimmed before, sure, but a
dog's tongue is so long and has a texture that was just starting to drive
me crazy! I realized I had a set of dog balls in my mouth, a dog's tongue
up my butt, and I was moaning like a bitch in heat! I was so lost in these
feelings, my whole body was turned on and I was dripping pre-cum like
crazy. The moans were just coming out of me, uncontrolled. Brutus' dick was
now much harder and really showing. I started sucking on his cock for him
so I could make him feel as good as he was making me feel. But Brutus had
another idea. Brutus pulled his wonderful tongue out of my hole and walked
around behind me. I was still totally lost in the great sensations I was
just feeling when I felt him jump up and land his front paws on my back. He
had his dew claws holding on to my sides as he started to hump his now very
erect cock into my crack. It took three trys for Brutus' cock to find my
now very wet hole, thanks to his wonderful tongue. And he sent his cock
full in on the next thrust! I was now mounted and being held by a very
large German Shepard!  Mark said, "That's my good boy, Brutus, Good dog!"
I thought Mark was so proud of Brutus, I wanted him to be proud of me, too!
I began pushing my ass back into Brutus so he could get deeper with each
thrust.  As Brutus pumped his doggy dick in and out of me, I began to feel
something very different.  He was beginning to knot with me! OMG! I've had
some decent sized dicks up my butt before, but this? I didn't know what
would happen. I was hoping I wasn't going to be a bloody mess at the end of
this.  His knot grew inside me and his thrusts were driving it repeatedly
at my prostate. I began feeling the most amazing sensations I have ever
felt during sex! I heard myself moaning and sighing and I was pushing my
ass back into Brutus more and more so he could go deeper and harder. As I
arched my back and held my head up and back, Brutus's head was now right at
the side of my face. Brutus was breathing hard on me. He started to lick
the side of my face. I opened my mouth and Brutus pushed his long tongue
in. I held my mouth open for him and I played with his tongue with my
tongue. I felt him get harder and I knew he was close. He started cumming
in me with the most forceful thrusts sending me into sexual bliss! I could
feel each blast as he injected me! On the third blast, I felt myself orgasm
in a way I never felt before! It was amazing! I never experienced a lover
like this before! Brutus started to slow down. He released my back, and was
now standing ass to ass with me. We were still knotted and I had no idea
how long it would take till he could pull out.

Mark said, "That 'a boy Brutus! You are one good stud dog! "That was one
good fucking". Mark looked at me and ruffled the hair on my head and said,
"You should feel honored. Brutus isn't always the friendliest dog, but he
sure took to you!" I was on the floor on all fours, at the feet of this
handsome stud whom I had just met, totally naked except for a dog collar
around my neck, and a huge German Shepard still knotted to me, and I should
feel honored? My head was spinning. I still felt Brutus' knot still
throbbing in my ass. It felt so good. And I looked down under me. I had cum
more than I have ever cum before. I don't know if it was being half of a
great sex act, or if it was because both Mark and Brutus were happy. But
yeah, I did feel a bit proud. I looked up at Mark and said, "woof, woof".

Brutus' knot shrank and he pulled out of my ass. I didn't know what I was
supposed to do now. So I just stayed there on all fours. Brutus walked
around to the front of me and gave my face a few long licks. I opened my
mouth and stuck my tongue out for him. He then sniffed down my neck and
grabbed my collar between his teeth and growled.  I froze. I thought this
dog was now going to rip at my neck. He didn't.  He then growled again and
pawed at my collar. Mark laughed and said, "I think Brutus just claimed you
as his bitch and he doesn't like his bitch wearing the same collar as he
has." Mark grabbed my collar and said, "That right, boy?" Brutus let out
two loud barks. Mark laughed again and said, "Alright boy, she's yours."
She's? It wasn't good enough that I was on all fours being talked to and
treated like a dog by this guy I just met? Let alone being fucked by his
dog. But now I'm a she? All this was going really fast for me. I wasn't
sure what to think, or say, or bark? But I did know, I was rock hard again,
and I really liked being with Mark and Brutus. So as I stayed absolutely
still, Mark removed the collar he had just given me and put it on the side
table. Mark got up and said, "Sit, stay." Brutus sat on his rear haunches
and without really thinking about it, I sat up trying to sit just like
him. Mark came back into the room holding something that looked pink. As he
got closer, he leaned down to me, and I saw it was a pink leather dog
collar with a pink ribbon tied in a bow on it. Mark said, "This once
belonged to Brutus' last bitch, Daisy.  Right Brutus?" Hearing that, Brutus
jumped up and barked. He immediately came right up next to me, wagging his
tail rapidly, as Mark fastened the collar around my neck. Brutus sniffed at
the collar on my neck and wagged his tail and barked.  Mark laughed and
said, "Well girl, it looks like Brutus has decided you are the new Daisy!"
Brutus just continued to bark excitedly. "How do you like that, girl?" I
was so caught up feeling so happy with the great sex I just had and meeting
this handsome, masculine stud, who seemed to like me, too, that I didn't
care about being someone's dog, or being referred to as girl, I just knew
that being with Mark and Brutus just felt so right.  I looked up at Mark
and at Brutus and barked, "woof, woof, woof!" Mark said, "Oh I think you
can show you're happier than that!" I wasn't exactly sure what Mark meant,
but I looked over at Brutus and he was wagging his tail excitedly, so I
began to wiggle my ass like I was wagging my tail, too.  Mark patted my
head and said, "Good girl!"