Date: Thu, 20 Sep 2007 15:33:03 -0500 From: charles Turner Subject: Sabu and Pup part two This is a work of fiction. I am not blind and there is no Sabu. There is no intention to defame a nationality, group of disabled people or any other entity. If stories about men having sex with dogs and other males offend, please go elsewhere. As I often do, I try picturing meeting a particular person or being in a special place when I first create the outline for a story. Hope you recognize yourself, no one else will. Feel free to contact me at cbru49@gmail.com. Sabu and Pup The young man in front of me was struggling to suck my cock when I saw that Sabu was now moving slower, a sign that he had managed to get his knot in the hole. As the pup gasped I unconsciously slid my dick into his spasming throat and began bouncing my balls against his chin. It's a picture I wish I could see, Sabu dominating a young man and my cock spearing his throat. Those muscles had obviously been used on a cock before and couldn't have pleased me more. It was only as Sabu turned his ass to our young conquest that I gave him the human load he was working hard to have match the dog load spurting in his ass. Not only do I wish I could see that picture, but I also wish I could once again experience Sabu mounting me. When I returned to my computer I had an e-mail from the pup. He said I can give him a fictitious name if I liked. So Ike it is. I had promised him that I wouldn't tell much more that happened in the Radison, but after reading the first part of the story he released me from any promises,it was too disjointed to please him. I have the feeling he enjoyed being the center of attention that having someone write about him guarantees. That's okay, I enjoy being the center of attention that Sabu guartantees me when we travel to meet innocent (compared to me) partners. After Ike took the first loads of cum from both of our cocks I knew that he was willing to try anything I told him to do. Having aged some since the first times I enjoyed sex with another I need some time to get reinvigorated and recharge my balls. That doesn't mean that there aren't things I can have a new partner doing to please me and Sabu. One of those things is shrimping. Ike had just slid off of Sabu's knot and was saying he needed to go to the bathroom when I sat on the corner of the sofa and told him to lower his head to the floor and keep his butt raised. In that position most guys that had been filled with dog cum after resting from a full colonic were able to hold it in. But there were two other reasons for his position, too. Sabu would enjoy cleaning up the mess and I wanted to enjoy Ike's mouth sucking my toes and his tongue washing the space between them. Ike was ready to move from my left foot to the right when I told Sabu to 'lick', he will clean his own dick before trying to close up the gaping hole of his new bitches when it is just three of us. If there is another dog around he acts on instinct and works the bitchboi with his tongue before the other dog can ever try mounting him. Whether it is a sign of canine dominance or homosexuality I don't know, but Sabu has been known to wait for a second stud to mount the bitch and then try mounting him. I've been told by the boi on the bottom that it is an interesting phenomenom, having two humping dogs on one's back at the same time. I can't see much of it when it happens, but I certainly can hear the noise; a stud getting screwed when attempting to fuck a bitch will snap and growl at Sabu much like any other rape victim. Through our correspondence Ike and I had come to an agreement that I was allowed to try taking him further than he had ever gone sexually. What did that mean? I wouldn't promise him any guidance on where or what he would be doing. Most of the action would involve Sabu since that was why Ike had agreed to meet with me. He didn't know that much of what I like has nothing to do with my dog, but he had agreed that he would like to experience more than his friends had tried to teach him. He had already gone further than he thought he'd be able, by taking the elusive knot. I'd met other guys like Ike, guys that said they want to take the knot but freeze or clench their asses tighter than the pope's fist when presented with the possibility. I expected that Ike would freeze the next time Sabu attempted mounting him, but if I was able to get him past the fear one more time he wouldn't have any more trouble when they spent their thirty-six hours alone. I kept Ike with his ass in the air and his mouth on my feet until my cock was once again throbbing. Even though I enjoy giving Sabu a blow job, I was willing to allow Ike to treat Sabu to a new mouth. What I had in mind was not only having the pup sucking dog dick but also pur balls. Ike had taken the beginning of an erection that poked from Sabu's sheath into his mouth and was giving me a stroke by stroke description of how it was enlarging and how it tasted. Following his voice I joined them on the floor, standing behind Sabu I gently turned Ike's head from the dog's dick to my balls and then pressed it back between Sabu's legs to his balls. For five or ten minutes I guided him back and forth between our balls, enjoying not only the worship but the fact he was being forced to please me and the running commentary on the difference between human and canine tastes. Like I'd done to Ike, I keep my balls and Sabu's clean shaven so we can enjoy every bump and touch of an adoring tongue. When I let Ike go back to sucking Sabu's dick it took him thirty secondss to get him fully engorged, again. It was at that moment that I took Ike one more step on the road to dog slave. Holding the hair on the back of his neck I poked my cock at the mouth wrapped around Sabu's dick until Ike spread his lips enough for me to slide in next to my companion. I had never experienced anything like it before and the idea of sharing the bitch boi's mouth with Sabu made me want to share more. A cushion from the sofa tossed on the floor raised me enough to do what I hoped would be a treat for all three of us. There was no need to lubricate Ike, between the dog's cum and tongue he was plenty wet enough to sit on my dick and take it to the balls. That in itself is a treat, as most guys that try sitting on my dick whimper and moan as they struggle to work their way down, noises I don't enjoy hearing when I'm fucking. Sabu did not like being left out of the action, for the first few minutes he lapped at my balls. If it hadn't been the second load building I would have lost it at that time, instead I laid back on the cushion and enjoyed the two working on me. Ike had been bouncing up and down like a nymphette when I reached behind him and found I was going to be able to push two or three fingers in on top of my dick. That is exactly what I wanted to know and hoped would be the case. After letting Sabu lick my fingers off I gave him the order to mount the butt in front of him. I worried that he would hurt either Ike or I, but I was willing to risk the slight possibility. He was wrapped around Ike and I was unable to feel his dick doing more than poking at my nuts. I stretched around to my right and guided Sabu to the barely perceptable hole that awaited him. When he first felt the second dick pressing against the rim of his ass he drew himself up, that gave me room to hold the two dicks together so that when he started to lower himself again both Sabu and I found out what it was like to squeeze in an ass together. I was more grateful for the young pup at that moment than I've felt towards a human since the couple had agreed to train Sabu to be my guide dog. Having the hard silky dog dick rubbing tightly against mine as Sabu humped Ike was unbear-ably erotic and I was soon shooting what seemed like an unending stream of cum not only into Ike but on Sabu's dick. He might have been ready to shoot or the feel of me shooting may have triggered him, but when I grabbed his knot I felt what must have been cups of dog cum rushing along the shaft of my cock and splashing the tip. The weight of Ike and Sabu pressing down on me was too much. Ike was still spurting his hot fluid on my dick when I began pissing. I don't know what caused it, but at that same time Ike uncorked his first load of thick cum between our stomachs. I hadn't let Sabu knot with Ike, even a boy that allows himself to be fisted is not really ready for my dick and Sabu's knot. The dog pulled out first, when I shrank back to my flacid six inches I let my cock slide out and told Ike to lick my stomach clean. It might have been an unnecessary order, the pup was already on his knees licking piss and cum off my dick and balls, but I wanted to leave that treat for Sabu. My companion would feel left out if he wasn't allowed to clean up my dick and balls, it was a regular part of our sessions that we both enjoy. I had met Ike less than two hours previously and already he had drawn two loads of cum out of my balls and two out of Sabu, we needed a rest. Although Sabu and I had walked along the lake I wanted to take Ike with us so I could get a word picture of where I was walking. We followed a set of steps down to a paved walkway while Ike tried describing the view of the lake, the bridge that spanned the lake behind us (it's called the Congress St. bridge and is home to one of the largest bat colonies in Texas, a spectacular sight that draws tourists to the bridge in the evening). Ike was happier than I'd heard him since he first wrote me about one of my stories. He rattled on about the Caladiums along the lake, the skuls and canoes being rowed back and forth by young men and women for the University of Texas and the Austin Rowing club. Perhaps every fifty yards or so he would describe a particularly stunning runner that sped past us or a bike rider that showed a tight ass in his bent over position. I was enjoying myself and was glad that Ike was such an aficienado of the male body, I'm certain he exagerated some of his comments (how could he have known the length of their hard dicks and the amount of hair or lack of it they had around their balls?) Still it was nice having someone remind me what it was like to look at a man and desire him, most of my friends that felt that way when younger have either moved away or died. The afternoon was warm, probably high eighties or ninety, humid and breezeless. Ike had fallen into a nicely sub-servient position and asked to be permitted to remove his shirt. If I could have enjoyed it I would have given him permission to remove his shorts and walk along the path naked, as it was I was able to run my left hand over his naked back and chest when he let me know there weren't any runners or bikers in the vicinity. We were standing on a bridge that spanned a shallow creek, Ike was describing the fish, turtles and ducks that floated and swam in the water when I got the indecent desire to finger him. At first I asked if there were any bystanders or runners around, but as I went from one finger to two to three and finally four I cared less and less about the possibility that we might be seen. With my fingers sliding in and out I could tell that Ike would do whatever I wanted and the desire to have him drop to his knees and rim me right there grew until there was nothing I could do but make it happen. I was slightly bent over the railing with Ike holding my cheeks apart and probing me with his tongue when I heard the first runner approaching. I don't know if Ike didn't hear him or didn't care, but he kept doing as I had told him and was working his way further in when the body raced past us. It was a man that swore lightly about what the world was coming to. Ike didn't stop rimming me. I heard a herd of young people running on the path and decided that we needed to halt what we were doing or move to a more secluded place. I was still fastening my belt when they ran by us calling out their cadence in answer to the call of a leader. From Ike's description I was led to believe they were a ROTC squad following a commander, but he didn't know and I wasn't going to ask. We walked along for another half hour, the sun was setting and the mosquitos were starting to swarm. Ike was pleasant if not effusive in telling me about the sunset, but I could tell there was something else on his mind and when he said there was a small dock that had once been connected to a pontoon bridge across the lake to our left I suggested that we take a break. I not only wanted to know what was bothering him, but I also was feeling the need to piss and hoped the dock would be secluded enough that I could use Ike's eager mouth as my urinal. By that time Sabu was tired walking and once we were on the dock began pushing at my leg which was an untrained signal on his part that he wanted me to allow him a break. The trainers had believed that my days with Sabu would be less strenuous, but I had days like this where I insisted the two of us walk for hours. I might be legally handicapped, but I'm not going to allow my body to fail me like my eyes have. I asked Ike to hold on to my arm so Sabu could lay on the wooden dock for a while. As he described what surrounded us Ike seemed to relax again and I choose to believe that I had mistaken his earlier reticence for displeasure. I let him lead us to a spot where he believed he would not be seen and once more ordered him to his knees. He swore there was nobody around, but I felt another presence. Instead of allowing my shorts to fall to the dock I held them in one hand as I sprayed a strong hot stream of piss at the place where I assumed his face to be. Either I misjudged the distance or he had moved closer. Along with the gurgling coming out of his throat I felt a backsplash as piss bounced off his face and hit my hand, legs and shorts. The tea I had drank on the airplane and the beer I had in the bar were still flowing through me when I heard a whisper, "he really is drinking the man's piss, isn't he?" I couldn't be sure where the voice had originated, but it seemed to be floating over the water. Unknown to the guys that were watching us or Ike I had just fulfilled one of my longest held fan-tasies, drenching a man's face and chest while someone spied on me. If it had been private property I would have ordered Ike to suck on Sabu, but being as we were in a municipal park I decided to be smart. After Sabu licked the piss from my hand and legs we started back to the hotel to change for dinner. As much as I might have wanted to abuse Ike all night and the next morning I had to refrain so there were at least a few gobs of cum left in my balls for the man and dog that I had agreed to meet at eleven P.M. in the hotel lobby. Dinner was pleasant as Ike confided more of his secret desires and I looked forward to a weekend on my hands and knees servicing a dog and his companion. I had set my shaving kit by the door and was enjoying Ike and Sabu when my watch alarm let me know that I had fifteen minutes to make my way downstairs. I had intentionally given myself that amount of time, because I wanted to entice Sabu onto Ike's back and let him knot with his weekend bitch before I left the room. Ike seemed to know that something had changed and was tensing up as Sabu jumped on. There wasn't much I could do to change matters, but squeezing his balls in one hand changed his focus. The pain I was causing drew his attention away from the knot pounding against his ass and before he knew what happened he was Sabu's property. I wished them a good weekend and backtracked the twenty steps to the elevator. Withour Sabu I am pretty helpless in finding my way, but I had only taken two steps out of the car when I was greeted by the voice I had come to recognize as one that belonged to a man that might become my master.