Date: Thu, 10 Oct 2013 09:47:14 -0700 From: jay roberts Subject: "Rimmer, the Hound of the Manor, Part Three" by Jay Roberts Gay Bestiality "Rimmer, the Hound of the Manor, Part Three" by Jay Roberts GayBestiality We both got up, put ourselves in order and I followed Tom through the trees toward the cabin of the Whaley's. "How far?" I asked. "Just up that rise." I looked up the hill and there stood a sagging mass of lumber that might be called a residence for dogs. As I neared I saw a young chap chopping some green looking vegetables. "Those are hops or something for the brew," Tom whispered. The boy looked up. He certainly was a beauty, though smudged and dirty. I judged him to the Denis, the fourteen year old. As we were close, the lad looked up and appraised us with his wary pale eyes, "Morning to ye Tom. Who's the finely dressed fellow at your side?" "Oh, just a friend," said Tom who I suppose wish ed to hide my true identity and remained silent. Just then, hearing the talking outside, the two older boys came out to where we were. It was truly amazing, though different by nature of their ages, they looked like the same lad at fourteen, sixteen and eighteen. They advanced to us and the two older boys embraced Tom and each placed a more than friendly kiss on his cheek. I felt myself becoming randy at the sight, especially by the more mature appearance of Kevin, the eldest, though Pat nearly approached Kevin in sexiness that was coming to him in a short time. I spoke for the first time. I had to clear my throat several times to speak as the sight of the boys quite choked me up. "I have come to purchase some of your ale." "You drink ale?" Asked the kid Denis. The boys looked at each other for awhile, then as one, they broke out in merry laughter. I stood there feeling foolish as they must know my sport had occurred with their former pet. I obtained a quick mental picture of the three boys, naked on their straw cot being serviced by the hound and I found myself breathing heavily. "Come inside and we shall fill a jug for you, perhaps two. I deem now that you are his Lordship, young George of Claiborne." That speech was by Kevin. We followed him into the damp, dark interior. I looked about. The floor was dirt. The roof showed damage and the sky shown through. Some of the walls were breeched and the outside breeze came through. "This habitation is not good. It must be fixed at once. I shall see to it." Young Pat threw a strong arm about me. "You are kind, but our hovel is like all the others." "Then we shall put floors in all and repair the holes." "May you be supported in that. We have asked many times but your manager has refused.," said Kevin. "He is only interested in keeping expenses down to obtain the highest income." Tom whispered to me, "And preserve a cut for himself." My head was bursting with this new knowledge. Inside the boys filled two large clay jugs. Tom took one and Kevin the other. I was treated with the sight of their arm muscles bulging and the exposure of their young hairy arm pits glinting in the sun. Kevin said with grunting voice by virtue of his heavy load, "Off we go toward the Mansion." Tom responded, "It might be better if we stopped at the stable and visited in my quarters. Today the stable master is away in town." Even as we walked I felt stiff and protruding. Tom looked down at my trousers. "Careful sir, if you fall, you shall be catapulted over the hill." Both he and Kevin laughed. It was a great pleasure to see the ease in which the fellows expressed themselves. So different from what I had been accustomed. At last we reached the barn. Tom whistled and immediately Rimmer appeared in a dead run. When close he spied the jugs and knew what they were. "Take your ease Rimmer. You shall soon have a quaff." We closed the rickety stairs to Tom's loft. Tom spilled a generous sauce full for Rimmer who immediately began lapping with his large red tongue and making happy sounds as he did. Tom stood in the middle of the room and stared at the two of us. He had the look of one making a decision. "Gentlemen, we have a rare opportunity. Here we have three handsome rogues and one big tongued horny dog. Does that not suggest something to yourselves?" "Aye," Kevin said, "An arse licking for which I sorely in need." And rubbed his full crotch obscenely. I was not sure that I would want to sport with Kevin, though he was quite handsome. I could see, though, that he likely had not bathed for a few months. But the problem was quickly handled by the cheeky Tom as he said, "Kevin you are too crusty and smelly to join us. May you use the basin in the corner and the clothes there to clean yourself." Kevin seemed reluctant. "My dirt protects me from illness." Tom and I laughed and finally Kevin joined in. "Oh well, the game to come makes the washing tolerable." The half savage lad stripped off his ragged clothes and padded over to the washing stand. He soaped a rag and began his toilet. Meanwhile Tom and I sat observing and enjoying the sight of his well formed body and dangling prick. Tom reached into his night stand and withdrew two corn bowled smoking pipes. I had never used tobacco but I readily joined him to be companionable. As we smoked I became aware of an alteration in my consciousness. I also heard, seemingly from a distance, Tom laughing merrily. "The tobacco is mixed with a field weed that we young fellows enjoy. It will add greatly to your fun when we begin." In truth it was making me very sexually excited. I stood and began taking off my garments. Tom's eyes lit up at the sight of my well shaped body and prominent erection. Kevin also turned from his washing and gazed with flashing eyes. "You are prettier than any maiden," sighed Kevin and Tom reached out a hand to stroke my chest. "Like silk," Tom said, and he joined us in stripping off his clothes and revealing his strong body with reddish blond hairiness on his chest. Tom lay on his belly on his wide bed and patted the mattress for us to join. I lay down beside him and Kevin, now clean and dry joined us. The ale boy cleaned to perfection and revealed a truly noble face and body. His formerly unkempt hair turned out to be a pleasing dark blond and now damp and swept back emphasized his pretty eyes. We put our arms about each other and took turns in sweetly, and later, deeply kissing. This activity brought us to a high state of excitement and Tom glanced over to Rimmer, who had napped after his ale drinking. The dog lifted his head and stared at us drunkenly then he arose and padded over to us. We three did not fail to see his red wand waving under his belly. Rimmer was primed for fun. He leaped onto the bed and surveyed the tasty backsides upturned for his perusal. He saw Tom's fuzzy rounded cheeks, then he eyed Kevin's small tight, hairless arse and then mine, smaller, whiter and familiar. Of course, he was familiar with each of ours having sampled them in the past. He chose me. The two boys knew he had because I emitted a long audible sigh. His sporting with my rump was more inventive than the first time. Or perhaps it was the strange pipe mixture I had smoked. He ground his nose in my crack and sniffed loudly. "He seems to be looking for something he lost in there," croaked Kevin, jealous at my being chosen first and having a quick trip into bliss. Then suddenly he was gone. I felt the moisture he had left there drying and cooling my arse lips. Next to me Tom's arse rose in the air seeking more play. I saw his face scrunched up in pleasure. I looked down his strong back and saw Rimmer's tongue painting the heaving backside with dog spit. Poor Kevin. Was he ever to get his turn? Then Rimmer full of surprises left the panting Tom and began nuzzling Kevin's hip. Tom who had gotten his breath back exclaimed, "He want's your prick. You are in for a great ride laddie." Kevin turned and lay on his back. His young prick stood up proudly like a tower of joy. Rimmer now was making small sounds in his throat as he contemplated this delicacy. He took his time in closing the gap between his mouth and the pulsing cock. Kevin was panting with impatience. At last the animal unfurled his long, wide, moist, hot, red tongue and gave one swipe to the rod in front of him. Then, warming to his task he wrapped the entire prick with his tongue and unfurled and furled it rapidly. He knew there was a source of honey in there, since he had tasted it before. He was determined to obtain it. Tom's prick was dripping dew as he thrilled from the sight of the manly boy being reduced to a pitiful state by the wily canine. Tom, always a helpful lad, decided to aid the process so Rimmer might have a snack from that small hole at the end of Kevin's large cock head. He surveyed Kevin's powerful but skinny form heaving up and down with the force of his passion. He saw two pink teats on the boy's chest and decided he would use his ha horse hands to bring them to life. He reached one calloused finger and swept it over the little knob. Two things happened: Kevin howled with pleasure as his belly was swept with goose flesh and the other was that the clever center of his tit rose up into a small prick. Tom continued by wanking it. Kevin was mewling continuously as Tom worked on his chest and Rimmer on his prick. No boy could stand this much stimulation and with a loud grunt his trunk rose and his cock flexed and spit out a long stream of boy milk. The beast lapped it up as fast as he could. Then when no more came out and Kevin a reduced to a near faint, he began to eye Tom. The dog harbored a special treat for Tom. He wrapped his rear withers on either side of Tom's hairy hips and in an instant Tom cried out with shock and surprise. "Oh my," Kevin called, now recovered from his sucking, "Rimmer is preparing to fuck our Tom." I got up on my elbow to watch. Poor Tom was a bit terrified. You could see his eyes tearing in trepidation. Then the dog, his mouth drooling, moved the end of his red prick just inside Tom's steaming hole. Tom's face was now screwed up in near terror, but as his shaggy lover inserted his rod further Tom's face began to relax. Then a smile broke out. "It's heaven," he exclaimed. "Happily I am bitch." Rimmer went crazy in his quest for his own ejaculation. He had enough with pleasuring us. Now he wanted his own transport to Heaven. He bucked and sawed away as Tom was reduced to being a blubbering drooling fool, He musttered endearments to the dog and cooed his sex song. "O-o-o-h," Tom called to the world, "The dog has brought me to the point of spitting my essence. I can't hold on." With that he lower body reared up, almost dislodging Rimmer, with the force of his spending. The boy soaked the linen below him in the throes of his violent cum. The three of us lay quietly wondering what might occur next. Rimmer yawned greatly and retired to his corner and was fast asleep instantaneously. Kenin touched Tom's shoulder. "Tom, ye know his Lordship is the one among us who has not felt the thrill of spewing his milk." "Aye, the poor noble boy. Shall we aid him? End of Chapter