Date: Sun, 2 Jan 2022 06:33:53 +0100 From: Sarcastic Sword Subject: Of Dogs And Young Men Part 17 I hope you are enjoying my work. If you like it let me know at sarcasticsword@mail.com. It always helps to have some feedback. That's the only payment most of us writers on this site receive. Speaking of payment, if you are able to help support Nifty.org please donate what you can. Of Dogs And Young Men Part 17 On Thursday I stapled up a bunch of the lost dog fliers for the Dane onto telephone poles and put a couple at the One Stop store as soon as I got home from school. I figured that it wouldn't take long for someone to claim him. It was obvious that he wasn't a stray. I came home and practiced what I'd learned in class last night. There was an open area in the barn that made a good place to practice. It was well lit and there was much more room to work that at the classroom where we'd worked last night. I was surprised when Mr. Hackenberg came into the barn. I didn't see him at first. I continued practicing and then when I moved Caesar around the ring I finally saw him. "I'm glad you are practicing. This is a good place for it." He said and I was assuming he just meant that this was a good place to practice. But he turned in the open door and waved someone toward him. Father came in and Mr. Hackenberg asked him, "Can we put it up here?" "That's fine." Father replied. This had me confused. Put what here. Mr. Hackenberg faced out the door and called out, "Bring it in here!" I could hear a tractor or something driving toward the barn. Well it wasn't a tractor, it was a forklift. It had something on the forks. It was almost like a sheet of plywood except thicker. They stopped and removed whatever it was and attached it to the wall. It was right on the ground and went up six feet and was eight feet long. When they got it attached they removed some screws and removed the plywood that was covering the front. What it revealed was a mirror. "This way you can see what you look like when you are stacking and free-baiting Caesar." It will give you better feedback than what anybody can tell you because you'll be seeing it in real time. "Thank you Mr. Hackenberg!" I said and went over and hugged him. "Well get back to work. I'll run you through the paces just like it was a dog show." He said and he spent the whole half hour with me. He was a better teacher than the teacher at class. I would later find out that he was one of the great showmen in the whole dog show world. We finished when father came down to the barn to tell me it was time for dinner. "Edna said to invite you for dinner if you don't have other plans." "That would be great, maybe I can work on her a bit about allowing Caesar in the house." He replied with a wink at me. I let Caesar go and he followed us up to the house and waited at the door when we went into the house. Mom had her State Fair winning fried chicken with mashed potatoes and gravy and green beans already out on the table. They must have known that Mr. Hackenberg was going to bringing the mirror. Mom liked white meat but Father and I liked the dark meat and it seemed that Mr. Hackenberg did too. It's a good thing mom made plenty of extra thighs. She made a couple of extra breasts just in case Mr. Hackenberg liked white meat. She was just pulling the rolls out of the oven when we walked in. I loved rolls fresh out of the oven. Plus being a dairy we had fresh home churned butter all the time. I didn't realize how special that was until I'd started school and had the "store bought butter" which wasn't nearly as good. Well we dug into the chow with a vengeance. Mom's fried chicken tended to make you do that. It wasn't until about five minutes into dinner that conversation started up. Mr. Hackenberg explained to mom how you can win a scholarship from competing in Junior Showmanship and how you can meet all kinds of influential people, great contacts in the business world. Then he slyly went into why it would help Caesar and I bond better if he could come in the house and sleep in my room. At first mom looked mortified, but if a rich influential man like Mr. Hackenberg allowed dogs in his house maybe it wasn't as much of a sin as she thought it was. "Besides now that we're going to be investing money in his show career we can't have him running around at night. He could get in a fight with a bobcat or a raccoon and that would scar him up enough to keep him from finishing his Championship. It's not necessary to keep him inside during the day, those are nocturnal critters and they won't be wandering around during the day." He concluded, and that was an even more compelling reason. By the end of dinner it had been decided that Caesar would be allowed to come up to my room at night but he wasn't to have run of the house, just my room and the hallway that he had to use to get to it. Plus I would have to bathe him twice a week and keep him brushed out. Mr. Hackenberg was a smooth talker. He was used to being able to talk people into what he wanted them to do. And he could probably sell a refrigerator to an Eskimo. "Well I'm going to shows in Saint Louis this weekend so I won't be around but I'll see you at class Wednesday." He said as we walked out to his van after dinner. "Make sure you practice with him everyday." After he drove out of the driveway I put Caesar into the kennel because I needed to take the Dane out for a walk, and maybe a few other things. I'd not put the fliers out until after school, I probably wouldn't hear anything until tomorrow. I wanted to take him for a spin one more time before he went back home. I put a leash on him and took him out of the cellar door. I didn't need to worry about my folks looking for me. They always watched the sitcoms on Thursday night for at least an hour and a half. I never knew what ones they watched since I hated sitcoms. I hated TV in general. My folks knew that and weren't surprised if I disappeared when they were on. Still the safest place to fool around would be the deer blind where I'd often gone before. I didn't need any heat scent to make myself attractive to the Dane anymore. He knew I was an eager sex partner. Especially when he saw me take off my sweat pants. I was really horny and I realized when I stood behind him that my boner was just a little higher than his asshole. I went over to the little shelf and grabbed the tin of Bag Balm. I know it seems like we had Bag Balm everywhere, but this was a dairy farm and the shit could be used for about a trillion different uses. Well I scooped out a bit and rubbed it all over my dick, making sure to retract my foreskin and get it on my dickhead and on the inside of my foreskin, which when it was retracted was on the outside. By this time my hands were coated and I used my middle finger to circle his pink little asshole. It winked like it wanted to invite me in and I obliged. Soon my middle finger was all the way in and I was running it back and forth over his prostate. He didn't resist at all. I proceeded to pull my finger out and replace it with my rampant cock, which slid right in with no resistance. He stood there while I worked my way in and out of his velvety tunnel. I tried to angle my cock so it would make the most contact with his prostate and his chest rumbled with pleasure. My balls didn't hang quite low enough to slap against his massive balls but they did slap up against his taint. I took pride in being able to pleasure my partners. I reached under him and felt that his cock was completely erect including his knot inside of his sheath. Just the thought of that sent me over the edge and I came hard in him. I gripped his hips and pulled them back as I thrust deeply into him as I deposited my load into him. Big virile wads of spunk was lubricating his rectum. If he had any dominance issues with me he didn't seem to express them. He seemed quite willing to be my little bitch for the time being. Maybe that was because he figured he would get a chance to turn the tables. After a moment I'd softened enough that I popped out of his asshole. I partially unfolded one of the blankets and used it to cover one of the hay bales that Father used as chairs up here when he was hunting. I didn't want fucked quite yet, I wanted to recover a bit first so I sat on the bale so I was about head height with the Dane and coaxed him over to me. I grabbed the back of his head and gently pulled it toward mine. Then I blew into his muzzle and opened my mouth. His tongue shot out and licked my mouth. Soon he realized my mouth was open and he was licking inside it. I closed my mouth around it and used suction so he couldn't pull out. I was running my tongue all around my mouth's prisoner. He resisted for a couple of seconds then he got with the program and no longer tried to pull out. Kissing him was amazing, his tongue completely filled my mouth with only half of it in my mouth. We French kissed for a few minutes while my batteries recharged. But one of the greatest things about puberty was that you could cum early and often. And one of the things kissing did was allow me to gather my thoughts while I decided what I wanted to do on what may be our last night together. I got up and stacked the two bales of hay and covered them with the blanket. I got some more Bag Balm out and lubed my ass up liberally. I kept working more and more in and stretching myself out until I could fit three fingers in. Then I lay on my belly on top of the bales. If I would have knelt down I would have been too low for him to fuck me and I didn't want to try to partially stand like last time I let him fuck me. I reached back and spread my ass cheeks. He got the idea real quick and started to lick my ass with that same broad rough tongue that I'd just been sucking on. If you've never been rimmed by a dog before you don't know what you're missing. He rimmed me for a good long time. Then he jumped up and hooked his paws around my hips. I could feel his penis bone poking around my asshole and I adjusted myself so he hit it dead center. He took a couple of quick exploratory thrusts and when he was sure he had hit the target he thrust his hips forward until he hilted himself in my tight tunnel. His big pendulous balls slapped against mine. Then he started to thrust wildly, jackhammering his huge bitch sticker into me. I could feel his cock growing rapidly as he continued his assault on me. I couldn't have gone anywhere if I'd wanted to, I was trapped between his huge body and the bales of hay. He was down to the short strokes where he tried to force himself as deeply into me as he could before he tied. Then he did something I wasn't expecting. He moved his front legs from around my hips to over my shoulders so he had extra leverage to seat himself as deeply as possible. Soon he wasn't thrusting anymore, he was just shifting his weight from one hind leg to the other as his knot grew to it's full massive diameter making me his bitch in no uncertain terms. Every time he shifted from one side to the other it prodded my prostate. In no time at all I blew my load all over the blanket that I was laying on. When I stopped cumming he was still shifting back and forth. I could feel him pulsing as he continued to fill me with his seed. He was making sure he left his mark in me. And I wasn't about to complain. He stayed on my back for about ten minutes. I just lay there contented, his fist sized knot was locked behind my clenched sphincter. There was no way I wanted it to pull out before he was done cumming. If he tried to pull out before he shrunk he would rip my asshole out. But after about ten minutes he surprised me. I was laying there in bliss, my body rested up enough to start to respond to his knot twitching inside me, gently teasing my prostate. Before I knew it he started to dismount. He caught me off guard and before I could reach and grab his front legs he had already dismounted to my left. Then he lifted his right hind paw over my back and turned until we were back to back. As his knot rotated against my prostate I came like I'd never cum before. It was so intense I almost passed out. A little pain but a lot of pleasure. I moaned loudly as I painted the blanket beneath me a second time. Fortunately he didn't try to pull out, he just stood there butt to butt with me as he continued to pump me full of his seed. I had read how a male Great Dane could produce a quarter cup of semen, and he was trying to make sure he pumped all of his into me. I reached back and grabbed the front of his hind leg and gently pulled him toward me to release some of the pressure and to try to insure that he wouldn't pull away and rip my asshole inside out. But I needn't have worried he was quite the gentleman and just stood there giving me a semen enema. After about half an hour I started to become aroused again. From past experience I knew that the Dane wasn't anywhere near ready to release me yet. My palm was still slick with Bag Balm and between the semen that my dick had been laying in and the new precum that was oozing out I was able to start stroking my cock. I started edging along. My plan was to keep myself on the verge of cumming and then try to time my orgasm to when he came down enough to pull out. The pleasure was intense. I was getting pleasure from stroking my dick and from his knot bumping my prostate. I decided to up the game by slowly grinding my hips so that his knot was continuously moving against my prostate. I came close to losing it several times but I stopped before I went over the edge. Finally I could feel him starting to soften so I concentrated on just pulling my foreskin up and down over my glans. The tingle was starting to form in my balls as I passed the point of no return. The first spurt shot out just as his knot pulled past my sphincter. Fortunately it was only about a third of it's maximum size and spongy instead of rock hard. Even so there was a short moment of fairly intense pain as it pulled through my asshole. Surprising it made my orgasm even more intense. I gasped and collapsed onto the bale of hay in a puddle of my own cum. He laid on his side so he could lick his cock clean before it slipped back into his sheath. Once he's taken care of himself he returned back to me and started licking my still gaping hole. Not a lot of his cum was leaking out yet. He'd been about ten to twelve inches inside of me and that huge cock and knot acted like a cork keeping his seed deep inside me. I imagine most of it would end up being absorbed into my body. But he continued to lick my abused asshole. It was incredibly soothing. As I've said before very few things are more soothing than having a dog lick your asshole. Finally I realized I needed to get up if I was going to get back into the house before the 'rents were done with their sitcoms. He followed me eagerly back to the house and I put him back into the root cellar. Then I went out to get Caesar out of the kennel so he could spend the night in my room. Just another thing I could thank Mr. Hackenberg for. While I was there I decided to jack him off so he wouldn't be horny up in my room. I jerked him off inside of his sheath so it wouldn't take so long to come down. After I'd milked him of most of his seed we ran back up to the house. I put Caesar into my room and ran to take a quick shower. I was in my room with my gym shorts and a T-shirt on doing the last bit of my homework that I could get done in study hall. Then I hopped into bed. Caesar hopped up on the bed and laid his head down on the pillow. I wasn't sure how well mom would like that but I had a plan to deal with that and more.