Date: Fri, 24 Dec 2021 17:41:39 +0000 From: andy-ashton Subject: Meeting George And Hugo-1 All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is entirely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between animals and men. READ NO FURTHER if you are under the age of eighteen or offended by such material. Please donate to nifty.org (https://donate.nifty.org). It is the only way to keep this site up and running. All comments welcome. Gay - Bestiality: M+/K9, oral, anal - - - - - Meeting George And Hugo - Part 1 I finally got to experience K9 sex for the first time last month - to the uninitiated, that means sex with a dog. I found a chap online that was into K9 sex, and was willing to share his dog with me. George has a male Rottweiler, named Hugo. However, because he lives over two hours away by car (you'd be amazed how hard it is to find someone in your neighbourhood that's into K9 sex), it took us an age to actually get together. That, and the fact that he's married! Also, because sex with animals is frowned upon by the law, we ended up chatting for a long, long time, just to make sure that neither of us was a police officer trying to entrap a K9 enthusiast. Eventually, we found a weekend slot that worked, so I went for it. I drove down to his place on the Saturday afternoon, so that we could hang out and drink a few beers, and then watch some K9 porn and do some K9 sex. I was very nervous about it all, more nervous than I've been about sex in a long time. "How rough would it be?" I thought. "Would I like it? Would George keep the dog's knot out of my arsehole?" The weirdest part turned out to be the fact that George's wife knew all about his K9 fetish. She didn't participate, but she did want to meet me before leaving us alone together. Talk about uncomfortable. "Hi there, Mrs. Musgrave," I imagined the conversation going. "I'm just here to be fucked by Hugo, your husband's Rottweiler." As I said, ultra-weird. After an awkward few minutes, Mrs. Musgrave left to go shopping with her girlfriend. George offered me a beer and I welcomed it big time, because I was gonna need to get drunk for the big event. It was warm outside, so we sat on the patio and drank beer, and talked about K9 sex: how George got started with it; who else he'd had come over, etc. I was actually the first single guy he'd agreed to share his dog with. He'd helped several couples before - the wife getting fucked while the husband watched, or the husband getting fucked while the wife watched - but never a single guy. I felt honoured. He eventually called Hugo over, so that we could meet face to face. I had drunk about three beers by then, but still I needed more. The dog was actually quite friendly, and let me pet him. However, he was very energetic and rambunctious. So, I began to get nervous about the sex side of things, because the dog was so big and unruly. George and I went inside to watch some K9 porn - I had brought a gay DVD, and he had a couple of straight ones. We watched George's K9 movies first - women getting the knot, etc. Then we watched my DVD. George was very interested in the scenes depicting a leather master dominating his two K9 slaves, as they were being mounted by Doberman Pinschers. We talked about what I wanted, and I showed him a scene where a slave gets mounted and fucked, but doesn't take the knot. I then told George that I wouldn't be able to take Hugo's knot. I had downed six beers by that time, and was really buzzing. George asked me if I was ready for the main event. I gulped and nodded my head. "Stand up, Andy," George said, "and strip off completely. I want to see you bare-arsed in front of the dog." George gave me the once over, as he picked up my clothes. He then asked me to give him a twirl, before handing me a tube of lube and a white sweatshirt. I was then told to lube my arsehole, put on the sweatshirt and follow him into a side room, where Hugo was waiting. The dog began to go haywire! Evidently he knew what was about to go down, and was very keen on the idea. His red cock-head was already poking out of its sheath, and he was jumping up at the both of us. "Okay," George said, "I'm going to show you what happens. It's all very fast, once he gets going." The man dropped his jeans and underpants as Hugo stood up on his hind legs, behind George, and grabbed him around the waist. George then got down on all-fours as Hugo began humping away like mad. I could hear George say, "Oh, yeah!" when Hugo's cock found its target. Hugo then pulled away and I saw his huge knot dangling down. "Damn it," George said, as he stood up. "I didn't want him to get that far. I hope he's still up for it." Hugo kept jumping up at the both of us, so I figured he was up for it. "Bend over, Andy," George continued. "Offer him your arsehole, and wiggle it about a little. Let's see if Hugo wants to lick it." The dog's tongue went straight to my anus in an instant. He rimmed me out like a true professional. It felt truly awesome! "He's ready," George said, laughing. "Get down on all-fours and let him mount you." Hugo leapt on me, and grabbed me around the midriff. His claws scratched the hell out of my thighs as he mounted me. I got down on all-fours; and as I did so, Hugo humped my arse like crazy. Unfortunately, he couldn't find my hole - evidently, I was a bit higher up than George had been. George reached under Hugo and tried to guide his canine cock into my hole. The stabbing motion of the dog felt great. And then BAM! That red missile found my hole, and damn if the dog didn't just shove it all the way in, hard! It burned going in, but felt magic as it filled the void. The dog's cock felt kinda thin, like a finger, but once Hugo knew he was inside my arsehole, his cock began to swell; and it got really thick! The dog still kept humping me has his cock stretched my hole. It felt wonderful! George asked me if I wanted to take the knot, and I said no way! So he helped out by holding back the dog's knot, to simulate us being tied together. Hugo was now shooting his load deep inside my arsehole, and filling my inner sanctum with puppy juice. George took hold of my cock and began to slowly wank me off, as he held onto the dog's knot with his other hand. "We must do this again, Andy," George said. "I know some husbands that would love to see you suck a canine cock, and then take it up the arse." I moaned with pleasure, and wiggled my arse. I then managed to fuck myself for about five minutes with Hugo's cock. I could feel the puppy juice begin to ooze out of my arsehole; and even though I wanted more sex, I kinda wanted to see the dog's huge cock, and perhaps taste his cock-head. George told Hugo to pull out of my arsehole, while he still kept his hand gripped behind the knot. Hugo's cock slipped out of my arsehole with a wet, slurping sound, as his puppy juice ran down my inner thighs. George continued to stroke my cock as I moaned and groaned, and panted like a dog. Somehow, I managed to get a good look at Hugo's huge cock. It was all pinkish and veined, and spurting watery jets of cum every few seconds. I knew that I had to taste it. George stopped stroking my cock, so that I could get the canine cock into my mouth. Squirt after squirt hit my tongue and ran down my throat. I swallowed the juice, and it tasted bitter. I then put the pointy tip of the cock to my lips, so that I could tongue the dog's cock-head. George then ordered me to suck on his cock, and like the wimp I am, I obeyed. I put his cock into my mouth and waited for him to climax. "Good boy," he said to me. "Now suck on my cock like Hugo does. And don't stop until you've swallowed every last drop." After it was all over, I felt really odd. It had been hot and different, and a real turn-on; but it also made me feel dirty and ashamed. I drove home in a haze, thinking, "What did I just do?" Two days later, I was still wanking myself off on the strength of that K9 experience. My only hope was that George would be able to arrange another meeting soon, and one that came with an appreciative audience of horny fans. ~ ~ ~ A week later, I was more than happy to meet George again. "Andy's arse is perfect for K9 cock, John," George said. "I'm so glad he decided to visit the farm today." "So, Andy. Are you ready for today's sex-romp?" John asked. "Sure thing, John," I replied, smiling. "How many will be watching me today?" "Around twenty," he replied. "Where are they now?" I asked. "They're all in the old barn," he replied. "Owen had the barn renovated and spruced up. And you're here to officially inaugurate it." My cock began to stiffen as I wondered what kinky pleasures awaited me in the old barn. Owen stepped out of the barn as we approached. I smiled as he waved me a friendly hello. "How are you, bitch?" he asked. "Fine," I said, "and raring to go." "Good," he chuckled. "That young arse of yours is going to get a real good work out today." "So, what's the plan?" I asked eagerly. "Simple really," Owen replied. "You walk into the barn and do a circuit round the centre piece. Then remove all your clothes and do another circuit. I then want you to stroke your cock as you do a third circuit." "Huh, why?" I queried. "My guests are seated all round the barn, and they want to see your naked body before the main event takes place," Owen replied. "So, when you're stark-bollock-naked, I will enter the barn and introduce you to the audience." "Now, there are a lot of important people inside the barn, Andy," George said. "So, don't let me down; and don't refuse any of my instructions. Just do as you're told, or you're out." "Okay, George," I said. "You know I won't let you down." "Well, make sure you don't, bitch," John said. ~ ~ ~ I shyly entered the barn to an impressive round of applause. I tried to keep my focus on the centre piece, but I did have to check out the newly refurbished interior. Everything was either jet black or bright white, and there were dozens of comfy chairs around a central, open stage. Bright lights shone from the walls, which blinded my view of the people who sat in the chairs. "He's a good-looking wimp," said a man on my left. I smiled and quickly got into my stride. I completed the first circuit and began to undress. As I did so, I glanced at the centre piece, which was covered by a large white sheet. Knowing that it would only be revealed to me when Owen was good and ready, I shrugged and began my second circuit. There were lots of appreciative oohs and aahs coming from the enthusiastic crowd. I could already hear faint slapping from several of the chairs, so I guessed that some of the male voyeurs had their cocks out and were jerking to the sight of my naked body. "He's got a lovely dick," said a woman on my right. I paused in front of the nearest chair and gave my six-inch cock a couple of hard tugs. "One more circuit," John said, as he came up behind me. "However, this time, you pause at each chair, bend over and show the man or woman your fuck hole." "Sure thing," I grinned. I heard at least three men pant and grunt as they shed their loads during my final circuit. I guessed that they couldn't wait to see me being fucked. As I completed the circuit, Owen reached for the white sheet that covered the centre piece. He pulled it back and away, uncovering what looked like a black workout bench, but with clamps and clasps attached to it. I gulped slightly. John motioned me forward, and biting my lip, I stumbled slowly forwards. I had given Owen my word, so I wasn't going to back out now. I looked at the workout bench and gulped again. It did have padding on it, so it felt quite comfortable when I was secured, face down, to it. My wrists were secured by leather straps, with another strap looped over the small of my back, pressing my upper body into the padded surface. There was a small opening where my crotch rested, which allowed my cock and hairless ball-sac to hang free. My legs were strapped to the lower part of the bench, with two more straps secured around my ankles. "Lords, Ladies and Gentlemen," Owen boomed. "This is Andy the bitch, your entertainment for the day. We have scoured the country and found a truly desirable 22-year-old wimp. A slave in this particular field of sexual entertainment. This young man has yet to experience the true pleasure of becoming an obedient bitch. So, may I introduce you to Andy the bitch." The audience clapped as George and Owen reached for a pair of levers on the bench. I let out a whimper of surprise and slight pain as my arms were pulled outwards, so that they were horizontal to my body, in a T-shape position. A third lever raised the upper section of the bench slightly, lifting my chest, while the lower section bent underneath, bending me at the waist. My cock was now completely exposed as a fourth lever pulled my legs apart, into an inverted V-shape position. "Hmmm, this still won't do," Owen sighed, as he ran his right hand over my arse-cheeks, pushing a finger into my arsehole. "We need to widen this out a bit more, so we can see the action." I felt padded clamps being fixed to my arse-cheeks and around my groin. I groaned in pain as George and Owen eased my cheeks apart. "That's perfect," Owen announced, as the bench, which was mounted on a turntable, began to revolve. This allowed everyone in the barn to get a good view of my exposed arsehole. "I so want my dog to fuck his arse!" said a man at the back. "Another time," Owen said. "See me after the show and we can book you in for a one-on-one meeting." It was then that I heard the familiar opening of a jar of Vaseline. Now, I did start to wonder, as we never used Vaseline for anything other than the largest of cocks. George greased up a finger and, without any hesitation, pushed it into my arsehole. The sudden intrusion made me yelp. George knew that I had been fucked by some pretty large cocks, and normally the lubing process began gently. However, he just finger-fucked my arse immediately. When he pushed two fingers inside me, I yelped again and gnashed my teeth. I grunted and swore, and knew that I was in for a pretty hard time, but still, I didn't give him the satisfaction of crying out. George had said nothing about playing the scaredy-cat, so I wouldn't let him down. I heard some catcalls coming from my fans, as three fingers stretched my arsehole to the limit. Suddenly, a large cock appeared before me, so I opened my mouth to allow it in. I concentrated on slurping as much spittle onto it as possible, knowing that it was about to replace the three fingers. Sure enough, the cock was pulled from my mouth, and within seconds, I felt its mushroom head press against my anus. I relaxed and allowed it to break through my defences. I let out a whimper of pleasure as I was treated to my favourite activity: being fucked by a hard-standing cock. I squeezed and flexed my arse-muscles, trying to milk the seed out of my lover's ball-sac; who, after some five minutes, began thrusting his cock harder and faster into my fully restrained body. The man let out a yell of satisfaction as he flooded my inner sanctum with spunk. "Right, now that he's been lubed up properly," Owen announce. "Are we ready for the first round of entertainment?" Yells of joy filled the barn as I began to quiver in anticipation. "Look, his cock is stiff again!' shouted a woman. "He just can't get enough," shouted a man in response. "Of course he wants it," shouted another man. "He's a dyed-in-the-wool bum-boy." "Order! Order!" Owen shouted. "Now settle down and be quiet. It's time to introduce Andy the bitch to his canine lover." I heard a growl and a bark from behind me, and then a couple of small whines. "We don't want to scratch up his body," John said. "So Warren the Welsh has put socks on Jacko's paws." I felt something being sprinkled onto my arse-cheeks, and as I shivered and gasped, a rough tongue began licked its way round my arsehole. I had been rimmed before, but never with such a tongue. I tried to move my head, just to see what was happening, but John stopped me. The Labrador had his nose between my arse-cheeks. I discovered later that Owen had sprinkled some sugar onto my arse, which encouraged the dog to rim me. Jacko pressed his long tongue against my anus. My whole body shook when the tongue touched the underside of my ball-sac and caught the tip of my uncut cock. "Oh! Fucking hell!" I yelled, as a climax overwhelmed me. It was then that I felt the dog mount me. I was expecting pain as his claws dug into my sides, but the socks worked a treat. I then felt prodding against my anus, and was surprised to feel that Jacko's cock wasn't hard. However, with my bum-hole well lubed, it didn't take him long to hit the target. I felt a thin, slimy cock enter my inner sanctum. It was nothing to write home about, so I was a little disappointed. Then, as the cock began to swell up with blood, the Labrador began to fuck me. The thrusts began to hit my prostate, and my cock, still erect despite the climax, began to jump around with the force of the inwards thrusts. My mind blanked out as the people surrounding me began to cheer. I groaned loudly as Jacko's cock continued to swell. Suddenly, the dog let out a loud growl and a pain shot through my inner sanctum - it felt like someone was trying to fist me without any lube. "Jacko's trying to knot his arsehole!" Warren announced. I cried out in pain, and no longer wanted the dog to fuck me. "Oh, that looks so fuckin' horny!" Owen said. The pain lessened as my anus gave way a little more, to allow the dog to hump me to a climax. My rectum screamed in a mixture of pain and pleasure, as it stretched around the canine knot. I couldn't help but throw my head back as I felt the dog fill my innards with spunk. It seemed like it would never end, but of course it did. Jacko's cock remained knotted inside me, despite his efforts to pull out. I guess my arsehole was just too tight, so we remained coupled for a good ten minutes. Finally, the dog managed to extricate himself from his new bitch-boy, which made me extremely happy. "Okay everyone," Owen boomed. "The show's over for now. Andy needs to rest up for a while. He's going to be with us all week, and Warren the Welsh has three more dogs in his van, so there's a lot more shows to see."